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I haven't slavishly passed along enough links from Mark Evanier lately. No amount of shame will suffice, so I'll just post a link instead.


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yee-haw

Oct. 5th, 2011 12:12 am
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Thanks to Tony Redman at the Vintage Ads group for this amazing link to an 8-1/2 minute Dodge industrial film starring Tom (The Singing Cowboy) Lehrer. Cautionary note to those of the present enlightened day: back then, America's ethnic minorities talked and acted weird for no apparent reason. I guess they've seen the light since then, because I never have actually heard one talk like... well, never mind.


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to life!

Sep. 18th, 2010 01:45 pm
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Here's a father giving a toast at a wedding. Lucky there were cameras on hand to catch it!



I can't think of any wedding I've been to in person where I actually cried, but this one got me, in a good way.

thanks to Mark Evanier
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Bruce McCall talks about Bruce McCall (12+ minute video). Also, consider this a standing endorsement of his book Zany Afternoons, which is a delirious collection of wonderful things that never were.
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The Fab Faux sit in a studio and play side two of Abbey Road, more or less. Mostly done in two takes, three at the most with minimal post-fixes; a superb simulacrum of the wonderful original -- one of my favorite sides of anything. Watch them do it.

Mood: Happy Protoplasm
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/:=)

May. 24th, 2010 12:38 pm
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How long since I acted as a conduit for whatever Mark Evanier is linking to today? THAT long? Lucky for us, then, that what he's linking to this time is organist Jonathan Ortloff performing a bang-up Springtime for Hitler on the mighty Wurlitzer! Now you'll appreciate the expression "pulls out all the stops" as he hits all the high points, crosses all the bases, captures all the nuances, and fully exploits the capabilities of the instrument.

Caution: May cause invasion, annexation. Always follow your doctor's orders.
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Thanks to a fellow commenter at The Comics Curmudgeon for bringing the existence of this to my attention. The story I got along with it is that Julie London sang this version of Jimmie Dodd's greatest hit live before a session of Congress to make the point that the performer of a song deserved royalties as much as the writer of a song. It would certainly make my mouseka-ears go up.

(It reminded me of another children's celebrity's appearance before the hallowed halls of Congress as well. Interesting for entirely different reasons, here's Fred Rogers charming the flinty heart of congressmen who were planning on giving a budget axe to PBS.)


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I've been meaning for some time to post about the world's most tasteless amusement park. I know some people think Disneyland is tacky, and Six Flags is gauche, but this is a place that celebrates bodily emissions in gas, liquid, and solid states. Yes, it's

BON BON LAND
NSFW


This short video is possibly the best introduction to the place. I like the self-service roller coaster -- you don't see those over in our safety-obsessed society, that's for sure!

I'm not certain I can describe much of this without automatically getting my LJ "adult rated." I wouldn't mind, but the ratings seem to routinely keep some people from seeing what I post here. Pooping animals, giant excrement-related sculptures, scatalogical rides... all these are par for the course at Denmark's Bon Bon Land. Got a prince who's just too melancholy to live? Take him here, and he'll probably cheer up enough to have his old schoolmates done in instead. Alas, there is no petard ride in Bon Bon Land.




Another tour.




Here's one with, if anything, a little too much production and not enough tasteless amusement parkitecture.




Part 1 of another travelog. If you go see it, you'll find part 2 easily enough. Is there a part 3? I don't know! I'll just leave it at this. You can find more videos at YouTube, of varying length.



If you're at work and don't want to watch movies -- especially ones that explain loudly on the sound track what it is you're looking at -- you might want to get some of the same feeling of stunned disbelief at a photo gallery or... well, I was going to link to their official web site, but it seems to be 404. Do you suppose they've crapped out? Gone down the toilet? P*ssed away their success?

Eh, it's probably just temporary. To paraphrase the Sage of Baltimore, you can't go broke underestimating the taste of the people. And remember: more information on Bon Bon Land can be found on the internet!

But I'll tell you one thing. If this place does go out of business, it'll leave a really, really interesting set of ruins behind.
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In case you don't have easy access to a copy of this superb video -- my pick for the best animated video EVAH -- here's an online version of The Squirrel Nut Zippers doing "The Ghost of Stephen Foster" with black and white faux-Fleischer that is absolutely convincing. One of their CDs has the video on it. I think it's "Bedlam Ballroom." Anyway, it's a Christmas present, of a sort.

Ho Ho Ho!
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I tried Googling on "Pirate Adventures with Captain Hook" and various combinations of the words today, and none of them pointed to the former Christian kiddie show of that name. How quickly they forget. What's that? You too?

Okay, here's the situation. A biker had an accident that took a hand away, and maybe part of a leg... it's been a while. What do you do in a situation like that? You got it! You produce your own Christian kiddie show, with yourself as a pirate. It's just obvious, right?

The show also featured Mrs. Hook, who labored mightily to tell vague, boring parables. I remember she did a sermon of the five dollar bill, which somebody had and spent on something, and somebody else spent it on something else, and so on. I forget whether it had a point, but it probably filled the time they had available, and since they didn't have to part with the bill, it cost practically nothing.

The Gospel Ship was also peopled with a crew of sincere fellows with as many bad English accents as there were, um, actors. They performed skits and supported the Captain, and swabbed the deck.

Besides the humans, there were also puppets. Terrible puppets. Puppets that demonstrated beyond doubt that some Muppets do indeed have sex with close family members. And for some reason, there was also a second rank of even worse puppets that prove the same thing about the first bunch of puppets. I expect the offspring of the latter bunch were non-viable. Maybe just little knots of foam rubber, gibbering on the floor. The first time I tuned in, I happened on one of the first group, portraying the shorn and blind Samson, with white staring eyeballs, languishing in a jail cell. "Oh, WHY did I listen to my FRIENDS!" he lamented, at great length and volume. I was hooked! So to speak.

Alas, nothing lasts forever. One day geckoman was watching the show, and it finished with an announcement to the effect that the Captain had passed away, and the show had joined the snows of yesteryear, except for a fairly small number of episodes on videotapes in the homes of the show's fans. I'm surprised there's no memorial on the web.
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For the past day or so I was engaged in delicate negotiations with Bob to go see a movie Saturday night (which was tonight). Earlier in the day, the whole thing was off. Then it was on again, as Bob called me from the mall and asked if I still wanted to see a movie -- most likely The Incredibles, since Mrs. Bob wasn't up for Team America. Bob also mentioned that this place on the mall had Invader Zim action figures, and also filled me in that the second and third Zim DVD sets were out, completing the series. Oh, and then later he called and said Mrs. B's cold had taken a turn for the worse, so he was going to do the nursemaid thing, and the movie was off.

That, to me, meant one thing: I'd be seeing Team America. And I did. And it was, well, fairly amusing, though not as much as the South Park movie had been. After a while I was looking at my watch, and by the end, when the obligatory murders of misguided liberals were going down, I was thinking of my post-movie plans. On balance, there was maybe 30 minutes of inspired, first-rate material, another 30 of solid yuks, and another 38 of humor by-products. None of the songs was that great, but when they did the end credits, they did them as a medley, so none of them was on long enough to be really boring, so that was nice. The projectionist cut off the final word, which I expect was "carring."

As I endured the exit lines from the theater, I remembered Bob's words from earlier in the day: Invader Zim DVD sets. Wal-Mart. I was in the center where K-Mart was, so I looked there first. Then I went to Wal-Mart and poked around until I found both sets (and some dollar DVDs that I expect to get my six bucks of entertainment from later on), and drove home, enjoying the funny effect the Doppler Shift had on street lights. Once inside, I chatted briefly with Cathy, and then nipped back to the computer and put a Zim disk in. It was the wrong disk. I tried again, and found what I was looking for: "Zim Eats Waffles." I watched it.

Now, even if the world ends before morning, I have seen "Zim Eats Waffles." It's all right for you to envy me. Heck, I'd be envious too. Every bit of it was super. It was, as my title will amply verify, an imcomparable viewing experience. And there are more unaired Zim episodes in the set waiting for my attention.

Life is sweet, ya know?
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friends

Oct. 22nd, 2004 06:21 pm
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Seeing the Friends list reminds me of a dream I had.

I never have watched the show "Friends," but Geoff at work used to recount plots to me, and some of them sounded amusing.

Perhaps it's because I helped Geoff move several times, but the dream started off at a new apartment Geoff was living in. It was sort of a neat place, I thought, and I was happy for Geoff. Then things started to slide a little. I began to notice that details were off, and things didn't have the right names, and I realized (as one does in a dream) that we were in "that episode" of the series. A nonexistent episode I never saw, to be sure, but I knew this was It. It was the "MAD-world" episode.

In this hilarious episode, the Friends become aware that one of their acquaintances (or maybe one of them; details fuzzy; ask again) was living in more of a parody world than a real world. That is, as I noted on the scene, the paperback historical novel on the side table wasn't Gone With The Wind, but something like Gone With The Blecch. I don't have any more titles to quote. That one's sort of nebulous. I must say, I was convinced on very little evidence in this particular dream.

But it was satisfying. For a moment, I was in an episode of a TV show, in a sort of MAD parody within the episode. It wasn't exciting -- in fact, it was really sort of dull and boring, now that I recite the particulars. If it helps any, the apartment was next to a body of water, with boats and stuff on it, so it was more keen than one might suspect.

A TV show from the Well of Lost Plots! (By which I mean, something sort of similar to the Jasper Fforde books I've been devouring recently, but that's another story.)
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painty

Sep. 30th, 2004 05:51 pm
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They call him Painty. I guess his full name would be Painty the Pirate. He leads the singing in the Sponge Bob Square Pants theme song. That's where I saw his name -- the sheet music for the song. It's a great song. I'm glad to know the name of the fellow who kicks it off. There are only 60 Sponge Bob episodes? Wow! I could try to get them all!
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