If have never heard of Tommy Wiseau or The Room, then you’re missing out:
Watching it is like having a fever dream, only the movie makes less sense than a parasite-driven meltdown.
The fact that this has been produce and is ready for sale brings great joy to the cold cockles of my heart, and for that, I’m thankful.
I wish his hair was real.
Also thankful?
The Gang can always make room for The Room
Where's the Sunny D and purple stuff?
I just read an interesting fact idea this week. I don’t recall it verbatim, but the gist was this:
If alcoholic products were invented today, they’d never make it through to market.
One might think this is interesting, poignant, and sobering (these might all be redundant, but I’m too lazy, sluggish, and apathetic to double-check), but I find it harrowing. If it wasn’t invented oh-so-long ago by the monks, Jesus, the French, and Siberians, booze might have to be procured by illegal means. And what would I do at the bar and sporting events were that the case? More importantly, how would ugly people do the kamanawanaleia?
And as a bystander caught in the crossfire of a ripple in the time-space continuum that lead lead to alcohol’s disappearance, this Tiny Toons cartoon would have never existed:
This bit came from an episode entitled Elephant Issues, and as far as I’ve looked into it, it’s only aired once in this country (September 18, 1991).
A few problems I found with the segment:
I think Buster, Hampton, and Plucky need the Cartoon All-Stars to the Rescue!
I try not to pick on religion too much on this site, because I know a lot of people might see the url MonkeyBlogMonkeyDo and think, “Hey, they might have the answers I’m looking for!” And I’d be all like, “Yes, I do. It’s up in the Theory Sheet.”
So I’ll leave to the always wonderful Everything is Terrible to mock religion… particularly, a religious film starring none other than Kirk Cameron, Gary Busey, and the Lawnmower Man himself, Jeff Fahey (Jeff, you’ll always be The Marshal to me). Oh yeah. It’s about the rapture.
Some of my favorite quotes from the behind the scenes making of Left Behind:
It’s not a real movie until you blow something up!
You see a camel on sand… it says desert.
I think the success of this film really depends on a lot of people going to see it. [Producer’s emphasis, not mine, unlike at the top of the post… that emphasis was all mine – Ed.]
Religion would not seem to be a great topic of conversation while imbibing libations, but in my group of friends… well, you can only tell so many bathroom horror stories.
Since all of us (pretty much) were born and raised Catholics, all of us (pretty much) are no longer. So topics about what we are, where we’ll go, and how many blue cars there are come up often. One of the common ones – which bands are religious and claim/pretend not to be.
Recently, it was brought up about this band, and this album, and the song Shine:
Whoa... heaven let your light shine down.
Does it mean they are religious? Quite the opposite. From their Wikipedia page:
Ed Roland was reading Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead and came across the phrase “collection of souls.” Although author Ayn Rand actually uses the phrase in a negative connotation, using the “collective soul” as a threat to the main character’s sense of individualism, Ed is quick to point out, “…we’re not preaching Ayn Rand, objectivism, egoism, or anything…we just dug the name…” and “it [the band’s name] could’ve come out of a Motorcycle Magazine.”
There have been other bands we’ve accused, such as Vertical Horizon (because their name describes a cross, but they seem like a basic college band), The Fray (made up of non-proselytizing Christians), Lifehouse (started as Christian band called Blyss, but they’re no longer that way) , and Switchfoot (name comes from surfing, but they have played Christian rock concerts). It’s interesting that none of them claim to be 100% Christian Rock bands (because how else could they sell to the masses, so to speak).
I just think they’re afraid to be associated with this kind of stuff:
(via the incredible Everything is Terrible)
And in the same way, could I say I enjoyed their music if they were considered CCM (Contempory Christian Music)?
Why OHIO? Why not YMCA?
For anyone that cares, Sarah Palin is a GILF that’s now a GILF (if you’re into governors and grandmas, that is).
Bristol Palin gave birth to Tripp Easton Mitchell Johnston on Saturday, according to People Magazine (via AOL News). The dad, Wrangler Johnston, or whatever blue jeans he’s named after, is probably somewhere with his hand stuck in a pickle jar because his fist is closed around the last dill, and he still hasn’t realized that’s why it’s stuck.
Considering the imaginative names of the Palin brood – Track, Bristol, Willow, Piper, and Trig – Tripp isn’t that creative. It’s a verb, for Sarah’s version of Jesus’ sake… not a name.
Anagram for Tripp Easton Mitchell Johnston = A Henchmen Jilts Spotlit(e) Pronto
A joke (I made up):
Hey, what’s that girl’s name over there?
Who? Georgia?
No.
Virginia?
No.
Carolina? Dakota?
Ah, forget it. I’ll just go over there and Alaska.
*bad-da-boom-cha!*
Close enough.
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