I have previously annointed Pat and Mick‘s YouTube masterpiece as the most Eighties music video of all time but, having now seen what you are about to see, I must reconsider. This has everything, including Giant Squid, a midnight zoo jailbreak, skydiving, a luau, flaming tiki torches, an octopus drummer, and a David Hasselhoff cameo. What more could you possibly want?
via metafilter
I am, thanks to the crisis-aversion actions taken by, respectively in order of the order they action-took, devblog, Sean Heather, and The Sister, getting my groove back, somewhat. Sean also stuffed me with exotic meats and cheeses (a godsend to those of us who live with raw vegan chef-types; my cholesterol count was getting dangerously low) while Kurtis plied me with succulent sherry so rich and voluptuous that Jay-Z tried to chat it up. Ah, I love working for the hospitality industry!
In any case, here’s a nice ten-minute Mylene Farmer megamix to both express the return of my groovitude and uh, fill the blog up and hold you until I write something better. And now I’m off to hit the grocery store like Katrina hit the Gulf Coast. Oh, there will be Brie on the ceiling by the time I’m done with it, you wait and see! I am the Sam Peckinpah of shoppers!
Sorry, Tuffy; the name is just too good not to steal – uh, recycle.
This story is stolen from the book I’m reading now: Starstruck: When a Fan Gets Close to Fame by Michael Joseph Gross who was, and is, a fan himself, so he aught to know.
On April Fool’s Day, 1934, when Ray Bradbury was thirteen years old, his family packed up and left Waukeegan, Illinois, for Hollywood, where his parents would search for work, and he would spend his free time outside studio lots with the packs of fans who collected autographs from movie stars. Remembering those days, he told me, “Of all of the people who did that sort of thing, I was the only one who had a dream of the future. I had a purpose for what I was doing. I was standing outside the wall of Paramount Studios when I was thirteen years old and I had a dream that I would jump over the wall and land inside and write a picture.”
About twenty years later, that dream came true. Walking down the red carpet with John Huston at the premiere of Moby Dick, Ray Bradbury was shocked to see, standing on the pavement, some of the autograph collectors he had known as a teenager. He left John Huston’s side and approached them, hoping they would recognize him. “I said, ‘I was that crazy boy who used to stand with you in front of Paramount.’ They said, ‘Oh yes, what are you doing now?’ And I suddenly got very embarrassed and didn’t want to tell them. There was this chasm that opened up between us, between what we had done together, what they were doing now, and what I was doing now. And I said, ‘I worked on the screenplay.’ And they said, ‘Did you type it? Were you in the stenographer’s department?’ And I said finally, ‘No, I wrote the screenplay.” And a strange thing happened at that moment. Suddenly their hands shot out, and there were half a dozen autograph books in front of me, and somebody handing me a pen. I crossed the border. I was not collecting autographs now. I was giving my first ones. It made me cry. I had made it over the wall. But none of those other people had made it over the wall.”
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Yes, I know we’re all about the YouTubes lately, but watch this and listen and tell me how I could NOT put it up. It’s over mannered, it’s over-rehearsed, it’s overdone (and so is the hair, the makeup, and the reputation as a hellraiser) but it is, nonetheless, astonishing. Lyrics after the jump.
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You remember the original, from YouTube celebutard Chris Crocker? Which was sparked by the trainwreck, from LA celebutard Britney Spears?
Here’s the penultimate, from the guy who played Little Scotty Evil in all those Austin Powers movies:
And the transcript, courtesy of the uploader
Leave Chris Crocker alone…leave him alone! He is just a human, he has ideas that he knows is important and opinions ppl should hear about other ppl. he-he loves his grandmother, and hes going thru a tough time.. that britney pool didnt build itself, he had to build tht himself, he put all those pictures up after buying and collecting them all. did u do that?! u didnt do that….. you cant talk about someone when ur not willing to do wat they do.. u hve not spent a mile walking in his sneakers, or platforms or pumps,or i dont know what he wears,but i bet its stylish… fuck u, u judgemental people…he is dealing with a lot right now, u dont know make fun of him, if u wanna make fun of him ur gonna have to go thru me…and i am tough to go thru cuz i am (idk what he said here,tangable?[ed note: yes, “Tangible”])..leave him alone. and watch robot chicken sunday nights at 11:30 at cartoon networks adult swim, season 2 dvd available right now. so buy it… and leave him alone… ugh!
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