David (Insane) Lynch and his fucking cow strike again!

Is there no end to the madness? Hollywood, a nation weeps for you. Just give Laura Dern the fucking Oscar already and put an end to this insanity, wouldja?

Iconic genius and quirky leprechaun of the cinema David Lynch takes to the road yet again in his bizarre, dairy-themed campaign to bring an underrated actress the acclaim she so obviously deserves.

The cow was on Sunset.

David Fucking Lynch and Daisy the bemused bovine, just hangin' out on Sunset

from Defamer, your go-to source for all bovine and mad director news.

For those of you who found last week’s David Lynch promotional stunt for Inland Empire too geographically inconvenient to attend, you have a second chance to catch the director, his trusty cow sidekick, and various signs celebrating Laura Dern‘s performance in person, where you can possibly absorb some of his cryptic wisdom on the origins of cheese. Alerts a reader apparently unaware that Lynch and his bovine prop previously graced a corner in Hollywood last Thursday:

david lynch is on sunset and holloway right now, sitting on a corner in a director’s chair with a cow next to him.

Well, where else would you expect to find him, eh?

art appreciators unappreciated

Hoodie art 

The security guys at the Lowry centre are obviously not Tories; they don’t seem to want to hug these hoodies. They’re far more focused on preventing them from entering the public gallery to view the art their parents paid taxes for them to be able to see.

How fortunate for us that, in amongst the various hoodlum accoutrements, they had a hidden camera and microphone.

Armed with camera phones and a tape recorder, the Salford Star team sent a group of lads to the Lowry centre. “We won’t last two minutes,” was the teens’ prediction.

“They’ve got to let you in – it’s a public building, paid for by your parents … of course they’ll let you in,” responded the Star. “They’re talking all the time about how they want to reach out to ‘young people in the community’…”

Here’s what happened…(follwed by a rather glitchy slideshow, with decent-quality audio accompaniment)

Afterwards, the Star spoke to the six lads again about their experience
Josh:
I knew they were going to kick us out straight away, because we are a local group.

Would you ever go back?
Carl:
No, because it’s rubbish

What did you think about the Lowry’s attitude towards you?
Kane:
It was really bad, just because we had our hoods on.
Rees: They said it wasn’t open to the public and it was.

Do you get treated like that all the time?
Rees:
It happens everywhere.

Do your parents pay council tax that funds the Lowry?
Carl:
Yes – they shouldn’t have to pay towards it if we’re not allowed in.

all I want for Christmas: a roundup

A Christmas lecture from Linus. Ah, what does he know?Besides world domination, that is.

Just in time for the opening of shopping season, we at the ol’ raincoaster blog present a brief list of swag suitable for gifting to everybody’s favorite blog bitch. We have spared no effort in our gruelling research, trolling the blogroll yea, even unto Vicus Scurra, where we find naught but impractical suggestions for the unusual deployment of root vegetables. Oh, those crazy Brits and their anal turnip fetishes!

Is that why they’re called rutabagas?

In any case, here, as a result of simply hours trolling through BoingBoing, Go Fug Yourself, and Metro‘s emails, is our Christmas Wish List (to date, management reserves the right to add, say, a Tiffany Ribbon Bracelet or a Uranium PU-36 Explosive Space Modulator at any later date).

Che trooper!

pic o’ the day: Man of the Year

via email from Raj. I’m pretty sure I dated this guy, but he wasn’t that good-looking back then or I’d have retrained and retained him. Go a little Barbara Woodhouse on his ass a few times and she’d be up on that pedestal again in no time, while the bike shivered under a carelessly-thrown tarp.

Man of the Year

the Communist Manifesto, by Disney

and via BoingBoing. Please try to overlook, or at least laugh at, the fact that the narrator pronounces it “Boozhwazie.”

Displaying a broad range of Golden Age Hollywood animation, Manifestoon is a homage to the latent subversiveness of cartoons. Though U.S. cartoons are usually thought of as conveyors of capitalist ideologies of consumerism and individualism, Drew observes: “Somehow as an avid childhood fan of cartoons, these ideas were secondary to a more important lesson—that of the ‘trickster’ nature of many characters as they mocked, outwitted and defeated their more powerful adversaries. In the classic cartoon, brute strength and heavy artillery are no match for wit and humor, and justice always prevails. For me, it was natural to link my own childhood concept of subversion with an established, more articulate version [Marx and EngelsCommunist Manifesto]. Mickey running over the globe has new meaning in today’s mediascape, in which Disney controls one of the largest concentrations of media ownership in the world”