Cross-posted from the Shebeen Club.
Got this off Defamer. Yes, I can see Alan Ginsberg updating Howl just for the occasion. Lindsay Lohan is at least as consistently wasted as William S. Burroughs, although she is better-looking than he ever was and has not yet resorted to dealing. Clock ticking on that one, though.
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Yes indeedy, this is what every action movie so far has been lacking. Wonder why Hudson Hawk lost $25million?
Because it did not have a climactic tractor mudfight scene.
Like this:
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Yes, another YouTube. I tried to hold off on this one (hey, seafood stays fresh for a long time, right?) but got scooped by weirdscience and poked by StilettoGirl, and so can contain myself no longer!
Let my Calamari go!
Dosidicus gigas wants to be free!
Ia! Ia! Cthulhu Fhtagn!
So who cares if they’re in California, eating all the seafood. We’ve got an inundation of tourists eating all of ours, up and down the coasts of Robson Street, and you don’t hear us complaining, though nary a Prawn Skewer they leave for us locals!
Come to think of it, if I ever start a rock band I’m totally gonna call it Jumbo Squid Invasion!
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Ah, I love the internets. Getting big online is like starting a religious cult: if something doesn’t exist in the real world, just make it up. Once enough people believe in your premise, Bob‘s your uncle.
Before eBay, did anybody think Six Million Dollar Man crap was really worth THAT much? Suppose I can’t be too smug, though: I actually HAD that t-shirt. And no, I didn’t get it at the time.
As I write this, I am pimping out my Second Life avatar in preparation for leading online blogging classes. So we’re all about the meta, the virtual, and the zeta today.
For an example of the kind of ephemeral (and temporary {hello Mahir! I kiss you!}) career which the intertubes have brought down the i-chute, may I present Bandicar, the Lightsaber Sensei.
With no fewer than 26 different saber spinning styles, each with its own YouTube video, a presumably economically-rewarding relationship with the manufacturer of regulation lightsabers, and a DVD release last year, Banditcar here has clearly maximized the metaverse’s potential for self-promotion.
Hmm, are lightsabers futuristic or retro?
I have to ask these things.
Whether he’d truly be any good in a real lightsaber fight is a question which is the quintessence of irrelevance, given that there is actually no such thing as a lightsaber and thus, no such thing as a real lightsaber fight. So, it’s not a real object or a real activity, but it is a real career. Got that? Hey, money’s just a mutually agreed upon delusion anyway. It makes TOTAL sense to me.
Now, to think of crossover opportunities. Oh, ComicCon, sure, but let’s get creative here. Lightsaber-wielding bodyguard? Hey, we’ve endured the Cooterflash Wars, the Duelling DUI‘s: since lengthy prison stints do tend to take one off TMZ‘s radar, perhaps Pimp My Bodyguard is the way to go, and in the darkness of most nightclubs I can’t think of a more impressive way to stand out in Teddy‘s than to be guarded by a ring of lightsaber stormtroopers. Oh, scuse me, I’ve got a call…
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Stolen from the I-must-learn-how-to-use-that-someday VodPod widget over on Eat My Fucking Stilettos further to our earlier post about hugs. Man, I’ll figure this damn thing out one day; unfortunately, because this video is about man-to-man hugs, it serves only as background research. It presumes, ferinstance, that I have a brace of straight men handy, and if that were true, my friend, I would be far too busy to be posting at the moment, let me assure you.
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