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- Deposits Welcome
- Check’N Gonad
- Trickle-down Economics
- Ballsy Banking
Some alternuts alternates:
As a child, my list of favorite films was simple and current. There were the easy ones: Star Wars, E.T., Back to the Future, and Raiders of the Lost Ark. Some of the others… not so easy: Gremlins, The Goonies, and Adventures in Babysitting.
What do those works have in common?
Steven Spielberg’s protégè, nay, discovery (hah!), Chris Columbus wrote Gremlins and The Goonies, and directed Adventures in Babysitting. For me, he could do no wrong, and let’s be honest: as kids, our taste is horrible. But I feel all three of these films have stood the test of time. Some of his other works? Eh, not so much:
Now grant it – he had other hits through the 90’s: Home Alone 1 & 2, Mrs. Doubtfire, and, um, Nine Months? Jingle All the Way? Stepmom? Bicentennial Man?
And to most Potter fans, he directed the weakest films in the series (Harry Potter and the Stuff in the First Movie and Harry Potter Rides Again), but I don’t watch those films, so I don’t hold it against him.
Like his compatriots I will be attacking in future The Shit to Just Shitty’s, it’s about the fall from what imagination, vision, and drive they once exhibited, to the money grubbing, the disillusionment, or the detachment from the public they display in recent works. Is it the state of the studio system? Is it the movie going public’s demands? I offer no answers, only martyrs.
Here’s hoping *hold your breath* *cross your fingers* Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Lightning Thief (that’s the title folks), contains some of the gritty charm of his earlier works, and not the glossy finish of his latest offerings:
Hrm. Looks glossy…
Today was a great day to go back and recapture the NSFW hilarity of The Legend of Neil’s first season, since the second season has finally debuted!
The first episode contains the back story to why Neil got drunk in the first place, and masturbated to the fairy in The Legend of Zelda, all the while autoerotically asphyxiating himself with a Nintendo controller, which inevitably sucked him into Hyrule, the world of the game. Whew!
I’ve been on a bit of a drought in regard to dreams lately. I’ve had a few false starts, such as:
But last night, I had a vision about a vision like no other… I had inadvertently developed a new art form dubbed:
Ilusión Óptica Mexicana Brillante
Okay, I’ll admit that I don’t know Spanish, and I don’t exactly remember the hack job that went on in my subconscious (although it was kinda close to the above Babel Fish translation), but for you gringos it means:
Shiny Mexican Optical Illusion
Turned out I wasn’t the one that originated the name. There once was a Mexican artist/philosopher that initially proposed the possibility of what I accomplished. His theory:
Two images can be created on top of each other. One will be visible in reflective light, and one will be visible in non-reflective light. – a Mexican artist/philosopher
So in some alcoholic stupor reeking of brilliance, I drew a picture that looked like this in “reflective light” (whatever that means):
And in “non-reflective light” (again, whatever that means), the artwork looked like this:
I drew it as a doodle. A throw away scribble on crinkled scrap paper. But someone – the right someone – saw it, and heralded me as a mathematical genius for pulling off the Ilusión Óptica Mexicana Brillante manually.
In fact, it was a forgotten art theory, and I was thrust into the limelight, not unlike Andy Warhol. My fifteen minutes were beginning after my scribble was purchased for $500,000 by an unknown collector. Duplicates of my work were sold in bulk at mall stores built just for my Shiny Mexican Optical Illusion. The hype was similar to the interest over those pictures you stared at to see sunken treasure ships and sharks.
But I couldn’t live up to the expectations and failed to duplicate my success. 14:58, 14:59, 15:00 minutes hit, and I woke up.
Here’s the thing… I feel I could duplicate the Ilusión Óptica Mexicana Brillante in real life. I only need to figure out to create “non-reflective light.”
INGREDIENTS: Two cold pieces of pizza and a couple pitchers of Blue Moon.
An explanation may be required: Coinkydink = Coincidence & Coinkydonk = Not. Happy now?
Since the previews were first shown for Judd Apatow’s “third film,” Funny People, I’ve had a feeling there was something a little more sinister going on behind the scenes. Namely, I had a gut feeling Apatow might be seeking an Oscar nod. Here’s the preview for anyone that doesn’t watch TV, have access to the TripleDoubleU, or go to the theater. (Damn disabled embedding!)
Now I haven’t seen the film, and I don’t want to give away what I’ve learned of the plot, but believe me, it’s possible. Apatow’s built himself a fairly sentimental/comical lineup, starting with television’s Freaks and Geeks and Undeclared, up to his directorial efforts, The 40 Year Old Virgin and Knocked Up. If Little Miss Sunshine and Juno can get nominations, why not Funny People?
Then it occurred to me. Robert Redford directed a little film back in 1980 that cleaned up at the Academy Awards. Want to know it’s name?
So I ask you, loyal audience wandering clickers spammers anybody, is it a coinkydink or a coinkydonk?
It’s funny that I was confusing this band
called Hedley with this band
called Deadsy when I heard this song by Hedley (seriously fuck Universal Music Group and their disabled embedding!) and confused it with the stylings of this song by Deadsy:
At least I didn’t confuse either band with this group
or these odd orange guys (if you only watch one video on this page, make it this one):
Fuzzy memories of my 80’s childhood are sprinkled with diverse moments, such as:
Man, I loved that living room TV. It was encased in wood and its screen was somewhere around 30 inches across. There were no dials. Instead, it had touch sensor controls. You could change the channel with your toes! (Because there was no remote, you see.)
Anybarnstorming, as per usual, the past wasn’t as innocent as remembered. Was anyone else aware this existed?
Released the same year as the awful E.T. (and the good one), developer Mystique released several adult-themed Atari 2600 games, of which Custer’s Revenge was its most infamous. Oh, in case you were wondering about the graphics and the game play, have at it:
Let it be known, I’m fully aware everyone looks at their past with rose-colored glasses, but now I feel the need to wear a trench coat, too… because that’s what perverts do. Or so I remember heard…