Guess who wins?
This is an alternate ending from the 1965 Japanese B classic Frankenstein Conquers the World (Frankenstein vs Baragon), and it is predictably schlocky, amusing and poignant. I always cried when the monster died in these old movies, even if it wasn’t a Harryhausen.
But I still have no idea why Frankenstein grew to enormous size, nor how that Giant Land Octopus got to the top of Mount Fuji.
This is not the first we’ve heard of the pervy Potter perp. No indeedy, not. A pattern is starting to emerge, one that we should have anticipated from the moment he flung a condom atop Dame Diana Rigg‘s head.
The boy is insatiable!
Several sources agree: first, there was the evidence from Ricky Gervais‘ backstage candid camera, then came a comment casually dropped by Kelly and another dropped by Metro, and now we see that the Ins and Outs post (yeah, that‘s what I’d call ins and outs, too) about Daniel Radcliffe’s Match.com profile has made it to the Top Blogs in WordPress.
That, my friends, is corroboration.
I’d hate to be his soon-to-be widow, though.
Unless he’s like, really, really rich. And ugly. Which he’s not. Okay, so I’d also hate to be Laird Hamilton‘s soon-to-be widow; I’m projecting a bit, but sue me; it’s my fantasy, okay?
So this is what Mike Parsons does when he’s bored. As Gerry Lopez says, “Now, let’s just pause and examine this…waves so big you can’t paddle in; you’ve got to be towed in by jet ski. Think about that.”
If he had, he’d never have found himself on this incredible wave at Cortez Banks, 150 miles off the coast of San Diego. Any good trigonometristes out there care to give me an estimate of the height of that thing?
Wave forms have fascinated me ever since I had a physics 
prof named Rotcod Swehttam (Doctor Matthews, backwards). It was a bit like having Dr. Who as your physics 100 instructor; he demonstrated wave theory with two fixed points and one fixed point by playing the violin (2) while playing a tiny organ (1) with his toes. My addiction was only strengthened by my subsequent reading of The Perfect Storm (did you know a rogue wave blew out the pilothouse windows of the Queen Mary, or that they are 92 feet above the water line? I shall carry that knowledge to my grave, and a fat lot of good it does me on ferry crossings) and my addiction to that place on the west side of Vancouver Island which shall remain nameless but which is referred to here as Not-Ucluelet.
So. Mike Parsons. Nuts. via Dully.
See for yourself:
What do I love about this video?
Everything.
I saw this nearly twenty years ago and had, as is standard operating procedure for me, many sequential and utterly incompatible yet turbulent and hurricane-force emotional reactions. Welcome to my world.
My first thought was: my god, they made that poor little girl look slutty! My second thought was: no, she doesn’t actually look slutty at all, she looks cute. She looks adorable, in fact. My third thought, and here we shall abandon this construction for lo, I am already bored with it, was that it was the trappings around her that could have come with Barfly Barbie, but that by putting this particular girl in there and having her sing this particular song in this particular way the video producers had played innocence against experience in a completely delightful way.
This is not what every 17-year-old should be doing; this is not what every 17-year-old should be wearing, nor where she should be wearing it. But because this is the 17-year-old Vanessa Paradis, wearing a body-skimming cocktail dress, tight enough to show she’s a woman and loose enough to show she’s a lady, dancing in a bar after closing and singing Coupe, Coupe, it is exactly right.
Only a Parisian teenager could wear that dress and a black leather biker jacket and not look like she had rolled a call girl or a trophy wife for her clothes. And only Vanessa Paradis could bop around with the camera doing tight closeups on her bum and still give off a wholesomely sexy Betty of And Veronica air (this was pre-lesbian chic, you understand).
This is, as one of the commenters on YouTube says, the very image of the perfect little rock star. She’s adorable, she’s sexy, she can carry a tune and dance sweetly, and she ended up with Johnny Fucking Depp.
Ah, if I’da known then…I’da got me one of them dresses too!
via BoingBoing. Jack Black, international rock god, movie idol, and philosopher, wants to stamp out piracy, and he’s sending us this message in the form of an embeddable YouTube vid with a copyright notice and the cover of his latest album one sheet for his new Tenacious D movie. Hmmmmmm…
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