Is a kid becoming a raveterestrial better than morphing into a hog on Mcwhoppers and on-line gaming? This may be a critical parenting issue.
I think kids should dance, but if it seems that they enjoy spinning or hyperventilating to dissorient themselves, then the parent should search their room for illegals well into the child's thirties.
I played this album (Ocean Rain) five times in the car today. Precipitationary (rainy) spring days in the Nerd American Pacific rain forest calling for the throbbing basic superficial gloom, deep thoughts and emotional sparseness of...
Soon I will start an improv troop that plays as "Mr. Echo & The Funnymen." The only suggestion we will ask for is: "What's something that was awesome on Lost?" Then we'll play for 44 minutes exactly, ending with a cliffhanger that will make your brain wish it was your butt.
Do you also scour the internet for dancing songs with badass horn parts in them? Is the lack of dance songs with badass horn parts a silent bother? Do you always need more?
Just when Grilling It Video Entertainment's "Currently Secretly Titled Internet Dance Project" was going into pre-production, this Yaley steps up and raises the bar.
However, his pants are too tight and we can jump higher. We jump bars. We push up bras. We pull down pants. We the moon. Stay tuned.
What with Frost Nixon mania sweeping the globe, this is called for.
Mark Felt aka Deep Throat has died. Here's the article I wrote for Kimono.ca (also, RIP) upon his emergence from anonimity in June 2005 (in June 2005, when stacking double entendres until they tip over was my idea of "comic genius").
Deep Throat Swallows Pride, Spits Out Identity
By Cookie Blankman Washington Correspondent
The glistening truth behind the identity of Nixon squealer "Deep Throat" splattered against the faces of a nation this week, as mouths hung agape; waiting for more. As a top-level member of the FBI brass, W. Mark Felt; couldn't resist his righteous snitching as Nixon peeked under the paper of freedom's Christmas presents. Felt's emergence proves that any other claims to Deep Throathood are spoofs.
As quickly as Deep Throat had once again come into the headlines, with a gulp, we closed our eyes, and he was gone. A spokesperson for JISM, The Journal of Incognito Snitches Monthly, reported that although Deep Throat has now been wiped away from the realm of mystery, he has left a crust on our culture and a bad taste in the mouths of corrupt, paranoid, mean-spirited heads of state everywhere. He stated: " you see men and see women everyday all with secrets, the amazing thing about Deep Throat is that it took little stroking before he sucked a presidential office into the tube of truth."
A salty, white, opaque old man, Felt liberally discharged this information, ending a decade old mystery. He needed to let the years fluff by so that he could stand erect and burst with joy that he was the seed that fertilized the egg of the Watergate investigation that hatched with an impeached Nixon.
Autobiographical documentary fans can gobble up Mr. Felt's eponymous film at a variety of Internet web sites.
Here's the saucy video for Claude VonStroke's song "Deep Throat"
While we're in danceland...here's the perfect stocking stuffer for the party animal on your holiday gift designation (no Xmas-o) list.
Wow. That music sounds like an alarm clock. In reference to "big commercial house and techno" A-Trak recently blogged the phrase "well past that thin line of where it’s funky". I think too much dance of the times is doing that ya?
Here's a contemporary dance classic by Bird Peterson. Quick question: do you correct the names of mp3's? For instance, when somebody thinks "Werewolves of London" was by Billy Joel (Billy I love you but you couldn't do that), or that "Baba O'Riley" is called "Teenage Wasteland". Bird had it named right, and good thing, because the tune is crucial.
More postage coming today. I mean it. This is the week before I go on vacation, so lets make it count. I'm still disturbed by that video, I cannot lie.
"Heather Mills...I'm not saying she's a gold digger, but she's not hanging out with that guy from The Beatles anymore." -Mark (Internet Radio's Woody Allen) Ronson
The above video was directed by Michel Gondry who would be the best film director on Earth if Wes Anderson, Martin Scorcese and Joel Coen were killed by a loose rhino.
Here's a clip from Michel's last released movie that is so good you'll be shouting "It's a boy's name too!" at the screen.
This song has been everywhere lately, and I'm really into songs by legends that are decades old that sound like they could've been released last week. Freshness rots, the sublime is fresh forever...like nutrament...Paul... PAUL McCARTNEY - TEMPORARY SECRETARY
Mandolin, SIr Paul, dancing, are these connections too subtle.
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