Soundtrack for a Sulk

Just the thing to listen to after the better part of the week in the hospital, getting out to find eight hundred thousand requests for favours in your inbox. I mean, this is just the thing if you don’t have conventional nukes handy.

Public Enemy: I Can’t Do Nuthin’ For You, Man

via Susan Main

Runnin’ for your life, by the knife

Runnin’ from your wife … yipes

You should’ve stuck with home

Your mind to blow your dome

It was you that chose your due

You built a maze you can’t get through

I tried to help you all I can

Now I can’t do nuttin’ for you man

 

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You got all these people on your back now

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

Flavor flav got problems of his own

I can’t do nuttin’ for you man

 

Go lean on shells answer man

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You jumped out of the jelly into a jam

 

Make ya love the wrong instead of right

Not a thief cat burglar through the night

cop told your girl her name was Shirl

About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls

Oozy down the bullets in the gun

 

Just microwave themselves a ton

The you tried to help them all they can

But they couldn’t do nuttin’ for ya man

 

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

They couldn’t do nuttin’ for ya man

 

Flavor Flav is the sun

Public Enemy number one

Gotcha runnin’ from the gun (pow)

Of a brain that weighs a ton

Can’t face my facts that’s on the shelf

Cause you want a hand out for your wealth

Eatin’ welfare turkey out of the can

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

 

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You want six dollars for what?

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

You better man kiss my but

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

I’m busy tryin’ to do for me

I can’t do nuttin’ for ya man

That’s the way the ball bounces gee

 

Bass for your face, kick that shit


Jimmy Joe Roche performs Back in Black

Amy Winehouse, eat your heart out. You’ve never been this drunk in your life!

 

And while I’m here posting (now that they’ve fixed WordPress, at least temporarily) have some gossip links:

John Galliano’s unholy ambition (Ayyyy)
Harold, Kumar, Team America World Police, and your daily civics lesson (raincoaster)
2 girls, 1 cup, 1 Chaplin (Lolebrity)
Unspeakable horror aboard a shipwreck! (ManoloFood)
Baby put in corner, survives to triumph (AgentBedhead)
Clive Owen, looking pretty (BusyBeeBlogger)
and you, madam, are NO David Bowie (CeleBitchy)
Justin Bieber in Playboy? (CelebDirtyLaundry)
I think this is a steampunk jeweled zombie dress?(CelebritySmack)
Don’t Tattoo the Hoff! (CityRag)
But HOW do you love a man in a wetsuit? (CojoStyle)
They’ve always seemed Sketchy to me (DailyStab)
Yes, we have socialized B-lister protection (DListed)
Charlie Sheen also reads Playboy for the articles (Earsucker)
Give that monster a cookie! And a job! (EvilBeet)
My invitation must be lost in the mail (GabbyBabble)
Hopefully this means she’ll be “acting” less (GirlsTalkinSmack)
Daniel Radcliffe actually IS Harry Potter (HaveUHeard)
Versace de-sexifies, rolls over in grave (INeedMyFix)
But seriously, how do you parody Nicki Minaj? (PerezHilton)
and Paris Hilton carries her Thanksgiving entree to the pantry(PopBytes)
Brendan Fraser in “Homeless or Hipster?” (SeriouslyOMG)

 

Juiced Goths: it’s okay, you’ve still got your poetry

Goth Juice: Puree two Ministry fans...

Goth Juice: Puree two Ministry fans...

If you just can’t get enough of the taste of wormwood, I recommend this Goth Juice; made by the same, time-consuming process that brings you Baby Oil, our Goth Juice is entirely locally-sourced and free-range (at least from Venables to Broadway along The Drive). If you haven’t yet reached your bitterness quotient, check out these gossip links:

Eight Kilometers, the Justin Bieber Story (raincoaster)
John Cusack films a prequel (Lolebrity)
Paula Deen’s stoner burger (ManoloFood)
Saturday Catherinettes Caption Contest (Ayyyy)
Blade is his backup (AgentBackup)
Britney eats babies? (BusyBeeBlogger)
John Mayer’s latest victim (CeleBitchy)
The poor man’s Joaquin Phoenix hates Aniston too(CelebDirtyLaundry)
Unemployed senior gets a paying job! (CityRag)
Ginnifer Goodwin makes a slip-up (CojoStyle)
Gwyneth Paltrow is Gleeful (DailyStab)
Never Forget! (minor rock singers) (GirlsTalkinSmack)
Rihanna and Colin Farrell are so hot they crashed my Flash player (HaveUHeard)
The Eighties bite back! (INeedMyFix)
Isn’t 14 a bit young for support hose? (JustJared)
BritKink (PoorBritney)
Taylor Momsen Shakes and Bakes (SeriouslyOMG)
Emma Watson is an animal! (ASL)

Everything I need to know about America I learned from YouTube

I'll have a double chili nihilismdog to go

I'll have a double chili nihilismdog to go

It’s true, though. It’s not like America is complicated anymore.

Back in 2001 (nearly a century ago, if you don’t think about it too hard) the New Yorker published a truly ground-breaking article on the ways that Powerpoint (itself around and changing worldviews since 1987) was reducing the American capacity for original thought.

PowerPoint, which can be found on two hundred and fifty million computers around the world, is software you impose on other people… The usual metaphor for everyday software is the tool, but that doesn’t seem to be right here. PowerPoint is more like a suit of clothes, or a car, or plastic surgery. You take it out with you. You are judged by it—you insist on being judged by it. It is by definition a social instrument, turning middle managers into bullet-point dandies.

But PowerPoint also has a private, interior influence. It edits ideas. It is, almost surreptitiously, a business manual as well as a business suit, with an opinion—an oddly pedantic, prescriptive opinion—about the way we should think. It helps you make a case, but it also makes its own case: about how to organize information, how much information to organize, how to look at the world.

and, as anyone familiar with human interaction or communications theory could tell you, the way you get information about the world changes your concept of the world, and that in turn changes the world in which you live, if you do in fact live and not just exist. And what does this have to do with burgers, YouTube, and America? Plenty, my friends, plenty.

Think about this: the greatest technological success story of our time is Twitter, which limits what you can say to 140 characters; or we can equally say that it gives you 140 characters of void to fill with existential screaming. Some people have to pad to make the word count.

You thought I was kidding, didn’t you?

Think about the Tea Party, and think about exactly how deeply its members are thinking about the most important issues of the day. You can’t say their politics are not heartfelt, but you’d be hard-pressed to defend this particular capito-populist tribe as an intellectual movement. They make Pat Buchanan look like Bill Kristol. On the opposite side, a relatively intellectual President had to dumb down his message to single-word talking points; not much room for nuance when it has to fit on a Shepard Fairey poster.

 

Shepard Fairey Barack Obama

Shepard Fairey does Barack Obama in words of one or two syllables

And of course, popular culture is debased to the point where the Kardashians have not one but two television series among them, simply because sister Kim has a sex tape and a legendary caboose. It’s not exactly Witness to Yesterday, my friends.

So, yes, everything you need to know about the USA right at this moment, you can get from two brief YouTube videos and twenty or thirty minutes of cogitation thereon.

Here is the greatest scene from Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle that does not have Neil Patrick Harris in it:

Now that immigrant can-do-ism and aspirational capitalism have been explained, it’s time to take on geopolitics, and who better to tackle that nest of vipers than Team America, World Police?

That is all ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know.

Eight kilometers: the Justin Bieber story

Revealed at last, the seedy back story to the greatest musical phenomenon of our time, the firebrand known as Justin Bieber. Brace yourself: the viewer warning says “contains Canadian idioms.”