and what do we do with it?
That’s right. We use it to put YouTube videos in our blogs instead of writing something.
Here’s a classic from the WaybackMachine.
Category Archives: YouTube
NIN’s head like a hole: the accordion version!
The second in our ongoing series of accordion interpretations of Nine Inch Nails songs. This is the emotionally fraught and somewhat overwrought “Head Like a Hole” from their first album, Pretty Hate Machine. Truly, there is nothing like a good, solid accordion version to put solipsistic emo thrashings in perspective, eh?
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unreleased Pirates of the Caribbean trailer!
they feel pretty, oh so pretty…
Pretty much outed, actually. Stolen from the voyeuristically delightful Celebrity Cosmetic Surgery blog, here’s a lovely little vid of before and after shots of celebrities, set to a classic tune.
Is this not the perfect place to mention that Spy reported that Angelina Jolie‘s pickup line was “Five bucks if you can guess what’s real”? That so TOTALLY would only work in LA.
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The War Prayer, by Mark Twain
via Daily Kos. Twain would not permit this to be published until after his death, and given the potential for blowback I think we can all understand why. It reminds me of nothing so much as William S. Burroughs’ Thanksgiving Prayer. Watch the film on YouTube here.
O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
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