Nothing beats beers after being beaten at soccer (alliteration!)… except (thinking you’re) making up new dirty words.
This was going to be a Drunken Recollection of phrases that were thrown around, but most already existed on Urban Dictionary, and two did not. The ones presented here made me feel InASense, Lost… the other’s should appear in a Drunken Recollectionquite soon.
There needs to be some type of backlash coming against all the pop acts in this world. But then again, everything is so corporate, I’d have to dig deep to find the backlash.
SIDENOTE: I should mention that I’m lazy. So I looked up some of my favorites on the ol’ YouTube. Enjoy. Or don’t. Fuck you.
I don’t know who made this, but it was found here. Sometimes the TripleDoubleU truly is Pandora’s Box (I’m not talking about a portable web radio device)…
This is actually an old Happy Find, in the traditional sense, but I’m happy to find that my sister is keeping it up again.
It’s an odd little art blog called Art of My Mind, and she very well may be what the pun is a pun of, but I enjoy it, so I hope you would, too. I find myself laughing more than I thought I would at her insights.
(via @whereismychair on Twitter. Apparently some douchey teacher always complains about someone taking his chair. In reality, the chair has a life of its own…)
It’s been a while since I’ve found a true Happy Find. By that I mean I found a website or blog user that’s new to me and makes me happy.
This makes me happy (which is long overdue you horrible, horrible movie):
For the remainder of The Schwarzenegger Follies, you can click here. You’ll find wondrous classics, such as Conan the Barbarian: The Musical and Predator: The Musical.
And because I’m so kind, here’s another called… Commando: The Musical.
I’ve never made it secret that I love my 80’s music satellite station. (I have tried to make it secret that I love the love song station… terribly though.)
So of course it’s natural that I would rediscover The Artist Formerly Known As The Artist Formerly Known As Prince That’s Now Known Only As Prince’s I Would Die 4 U while bouncing around the dial.
A refresher from 1984 (in the form of a strange college project in 2009):
Then the thought occurred to me, could this be the first song that used leet speak in its title?
…and in 1990, Sinead O’Connor struck gold with Nothing Compares 2U (which was also written by Prince)
But there was nothing sooner. Or was there?
Now if I had actually done all this homework, I probably would have stopped at Prince’s I Would Die 4 U. I wouldn’t have even delved to the album that preceded Purple Rain and 1999 called Controversy. (Released in 1981, it had a song called Jack U Off.) So does that make it official that Prince started leet speak since he has three of the earliest appearances of it?
But even better than that – the first song on the album is called:
Happ-E-2-C-U-A-Ginn
Can we be sure PR1NC3 knew about Graham Central Station? According to Wikipedia:
In 2011, Graham Central Station opened for Prince on Prince’s “Welcome 2 America” tour.
Isn’t it ironic? Don’t U think?
(SIDENOTE: Thanks to my brother-in-law and fellow blogger, Judd, for the research. Check out his insightful site Pancake Dominion by clicking here (or over there —>)…)
Ah, the good ol’ days. But as Billy Joel once said:
The good ol’ days aren’t always good and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems.
The same could be said for this slightly different Unofficial Trilogy. It’s unofficial for the simplest reason – they’re home videos. A grouping of skits that I made with my kid brother starting back in 1991 (when he was around 7 and I was around 16) and ending the early winter of last year.
If you watch them, I hope you enjoy them. If you don’t, don’t ever come looking for help from Shott Gunnn!
(SIDENOTE: Some history… the first two were filmed within rainy days of each other. I started each with a basic idea, but we made the dialogue and action up as we went along. I edited them both in camera, rewinding to erase takes, most times not successfully. The last one was filmed on an iPhone 4s, which is a fraction of the size of a VHS tape. It’s a worthy homage of the originals, including mistakes and all. If you get through all three, I think you’d agree that it wraps things up nicely, bringing the Unofficial Trilogy full circle.)
I’m a late entry fan to hockey and the NHL. But having said that, I’ve been a fan since 1995. Since then, I’ve been aware of Wayne Grezky and his status as The Great One, but I never witnessed any of the feats he performed to attain such an acknowledgement.
(SIDENOTE: Much to my chagrin, the same thing goes for Barry Sanders. I’ve only started following the NFL since 2006…)
Anywayne, add to my disappointment that I didn’t know The Great One had a 22-year-old daughter that had a predilection to post provocative pictures of herself on Twitter. And if G.I. Joe taught me anything, knowing is half the battle. (However, it did not teach me not to drink before playing soccer.)
Here are some pictures of Paulina Gretzky in case you too were iced out (sadly, The Great one has since made her quit using Twitter… talk about a slap shot):
She did not borrow those glasses from any officials, I'm telling you...
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