The Monkees: To Julie Newmar, Thanks for Everything

The second in a series.

First ep, featuring guest appearances by Joan Crawford and Tony Robbins is here

Opening Theme
BUT the boys are MISSING!!! so we have to phone Gonzo and get him to line up a substitute. Kermit warned us this would be a bad idea, but it's five seconds to air: what choice do we really have?

Lollapalosers indeed. But meantime we've at least had time to locate Mike. He was out back smoking "herbal cigarettes" with his friend Frank Zappa, but we managed to tempt them back into the studio with promises of Doritos and sensless violence. Watch as Mike conducts an interview with the original Mother of Invention and later conducts him in musical mayhem as Frank gets jiggy with a 47 Chrysler.

Well wasn't that…strange? You know you're out of control when Frank Zappa is the one trying to keep you normal.

Meanwhile, we've just gotten a phone call from Julie Newmar, who is working at the laundromat.

Julie likes to give raincoaster a jingle from time to time to compare catsuit fitting tips and just shoot the shit.

The boys have been using the "Drop off" window for their laundry and had never laid eyes on their pretty Cinderella…until now. Turns out Julie (who lost her virginity to von Karajan in April of '56 in the back row of Teatro di San Carlo, thus the nickname "April") is quite the classical arts fanatic. Here, the boys compete for her attentions.

Davy, as always, takes the early lead despite being at least a foot shorter than April. We relay the news to Mike, who grabs the reciever from us, hears that distinctively husky, liquid-sex voice, and takes off for the laundromat on Mickey's motorcycle. He arrives halfway through the big competition, but makes a strong showing nonetheless.

But guys, don't you know that girls can't resist a rock band? Or even a bubblegum pop band, as long as it occasionally sings in a minor key? Cue "The Girl That I Knew Somewhere…"

Yowzuh! Who knew Peter looked that hot in white tie? raincoaster would be doing a lot of formal entertaining if she thought she could get him to wear that on a regular basis!

But as the big song winds up, they realize that April has been kidnapped! Davy and Mike turn into secret agents to get the answers and go undercover in the lobby of a cheesy, overdone Beverly Hills hotel, the type where rich old women go to recover from facelifts. While there, they receive a mysterious phonecall which tells them April is in Paris or something like that…

As the boys follow that lead, their plane is hijacked by the Pamplona Panthers and they are led far afield, to Spain! They make their escape and arrive in Paris to rescue April. And just look at the havoc they cause; what's French for Monkeemania? From there, they follow the trail to Toyland?

and hey, there's April! She can totally lay down the heavy Chopin when she wants to, can't she?

Finally realizing that La Newmar is out of their league, the boys free her from her kidnapper, a would-be svengali who wishes to keep her all to himself. April kisses the boys good-bye and runs off to London to appear in a George Michael video.

The boys then attempt to escape from her many jealous suitors. Cue obligatory fleeing-posing-and-making-no-sense-set-to-cancan-music scene:

The boys return home just in time for their next gig, playing the wedding reception for The Brady Grandparents. The svengali remains firmly trussed, although even prone he attempts to groove along with the music. raincoaster is not at all sure that a song about infidelity is the very best choice for the occasion, but she loves "Look Out, Here Comes Tomorrow" anyway.

Davy sure can work that lipgloss, can't he? Is that Lip Venom? Enquiring minds want to know.

And, to make up for that Zappa-tastic strangeness at the top of the show, here is special guest Tim Buckley performing Song to the Siren.

Night of the Living Doo: Scooby, Shaggy, Gary Coleman, David Cross, JabberJaw and the Gang

I love that "and the Gang." It's like "and the Rest" on Gilligan's Island: obviously MaryAnn and the Professor have better agents than Daphne, Velma and Fred. At least by the second year they had their names added to the theme song!

I'd go on YouTube and look for some Gilligan's Island mashups, if I didn't currently have 12 windows with Monkees videos downloading so I could make another episode. This one will feature guest appearances by Frank Zappa and Julie Newmar! She really is the coolest piece of estrogen on the planet.

the Americans respond…via the British…

It's all very convoluted, really. I found this on Wil Wheaton's blog. It's an extremely twisted British video by Cox and Combes about George Washington and his 30 penises and 4 testicles. Because you can never have too many, eh?

I think Wil may be training for the Gitmo Marathon soon if Ann Coulter finds out about this.

it’s Bash America Day on the blog!

I may never run out of material!

This was brought to my attention when I abused America and Americans, repeatedly and at length, not omitting my catchphrase “My ancestors looted and burned the White House and I’m proud of them” plus much other assorted insultification … to an American. To her credit she was quite polite about it and if she did raise her voice in stereotypical American fashion I couldn’t tell, because it was email.

In any case, there is one American whom all right-thinking and good-doing persons will agree deserves a heapin’ helpin’ of stereotype-based abuse smackdown, even though she’s not fat, and that person is Ann Coulter.

Ann Coulter

Look what her fellow American, a commenter on Gawker, did to her just today:

I stole a cab from Ann Coulter after seeing her come out of an apartment building on the Upper East Side. She didn’t look happy, dressed in a yellow raincoat and hailing a cab and it was her dejected face that first caught my attention…when I realized who it was I decided I had to steal the cab even though I had no where to go

Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is truly mean. I am in awe.

But wait, there’s more. Here’s Perez Hilton muse Kathy Griffin going straight for Coulter’s crispy, deep-fried jugular:

And what has the woman done to deserve this? Besides being that thin and still having bingo wing thighs and upper arms, you mean? Get thee to a treadmill, bitch; a hundred years ago you’d probably be doing five to fifteen on a treadmill somewhere anyway.

Remember the Ann Coulter video moment I alluded to the other day? I can take a lot. I read true crime and write horror stories for fun. I’ve seen corpses. I went on a date with a serial killer. But I had to click this video off just a few seconds into it, for reasons that will become obvious. It’s clear to me now just how appropriate it was for her to poop out her new polemetic on 6/6/6; if she’s not the Whore of Babylon, she’s certainly the Shrivelled Cunt of the Capitol.

Behold as Matt Lauer listens in horror as she relentlessly abuses the women who lost their husbands in 9/11. A hero for our times, that Ann.

Talking to Americans…

although why bother? Here is a clip from the infamous series on This Hour has 22 Minutes, by Rick Mercer who is also in our blogroll but really needs to hire me to feed and walk his blog while he’s away.

What’s really funny is that the person who posted it on YouTube doesn’t know any more than the rest of these clueless and corn-fed specimens of Amerawkana.

DID YOU KNOW that the capital of Canada recently relocated from Ottawa to Toronto? Former Vice-President Al Gore did!

In fairness to Gore, he knows better and probably did the quick “I don’t have time to correct this dude” math in his head before coming out with the stock answer.