Well that didn’t take long.
The so-called-artists of Subway apparently don’t exist in their advertising department.
Take a look at their latest commercial:
Why am I up in #arms, you ask? Jimmy Fallon (and Justin Timberlake) already took a crack at this last month:
But what should I expect from a place that makes sandwiches?
If you squint your ears just a bit, Neil Young’s The Needle and the Damage Done, which is this song…
…sounds just a bit like Jewel’s You Were Meant For Me, which is this song:
It should also be noted that both songs are about addiction… Jewel’s addiction is only slightly more pathetic. Gah…
(SIDENOTE: I don’t really like Neil Young, but I like Jimmy Fallon’s impersonation of him.)
(BONUS SIDENOTE: Jewel’s covered that song.)
It’s not like I’m a huge fan of The Beatles and think their shit doesn’t stink (a dung Beatle, if you will), but you cannot deny the fact that they have had a major impact on pop culture.
On the other hand, one night over more than a few brews, I decided that The Rolling Stones could have “not” existed, and we wouldn’t be missing much.
Sure, this Saturday Night Live skit would have never existed:
And there would have been no Paint It Black for The Doors to cover. Wait, the version I thought was Jim Morrison and crew was Mick Jagger and crew?
Well, there would have been no Wild Horses for The Sundays to cover at least (and to be honest, we probably could have lived without this one):
And lastly, who would Johnny Depp have based his Captain Jack Sparrow on other than Keith Richards?
This is the cleanest they've EVER looked.
My list of other rockers he could have based the pirate on:
Bitch Tits himself.
And with that, the argument discussion ended.
After all was said and done, I really wanted to hear this song for some reason, and did you know the B-52’s Love Shack lyric
Tin roof – rusted!
means pregnant, and not on her period? You’re welcome.
Tonight is the sixth season premiere of The Hills, and I hate to admit this but the show fascinates me.
It’s not like a car wreck or guilty pleasure kind of thing… The best analogy I can think of is that it’s hypnotic like a campfire.
You watch the flames move around without rhyme, reason, or purpose, sucking in the oxygen, destroying that from which it springs. When two logs strike each other, sparks fly. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy because you know you’re safe, and far from burning in the random pointlessness of the hot embers. You enjoy marshmallows on chocolate in between graham crackers.
That’s exactly what watching The Hills is like.
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And that’s the very essence that Late Night With Jimmy Fallon captures in their spoof series, 7th Floor West. So grab some mini marshmallows and a box of Teddy Grahams and click the image to link to the campyfire that is Jimmy Fallon’s 7th Floor West (all the episodes):
Jimmy and ZOMG! He's with Whitney Port from "The City"!
"I'm your host, Admiral Ollie Ackbar, and this is my sidekick, Ed McMonCalamari."
This was one messed up dream, and it requires a bit of back story. I don’t know if the back story occurred in the dream, or if my subconscious naturally knew it, but here we go:
Apropos of nothing, including Star Wars, Leno, Letterman, Conan, Kimmel, and Fallon, everyone’s favorite token Mon Calamarian, Admiral Ackbar, hosted the highest-rated late night show in America (think Krusty the Clown). He was on top of the world, until one night when a prank went bad.
Apparently, a woman was invited on stage for a skit that involved ham, bacon, and other various pork products, such as, um, pork. She was eight months pregnant, and against the producers wishes, Ackbar went ahead with the bit. Something about the segment startled her and caused her water to break. Live. On national TV.
This lead to him getting banned from everything and everywhere, and he eventually went into the witness protection program when threats on his life seemed credible. Now back to the present day… dream.
While living under his new identity, he eventually started butting heads with his handlers. Unable to blend in, he put on an elaborate show which exposed his location. Soon enough, the credible threat found him. It ended up being a mechanical pig that looked a bit like this:
(Not So) Artistic Representation
The roboswine wasn’t the only surprise…
All along, the reason the government thought Ackbar’s life was in danger was incorrect. They believed it was because the public was outraged that he caused his audience member to go into early labor. The real reason? The pigdroid was upset about the wasted pork products, bitter of the fact that he no longer consisted of pork products.
And the meatless metal meanie never intended to kill Ackbar – he only wanted an apology. The consummate host obliged and soon was back on top of the world.
INGREDIENTS: A late night helping of regular Oreo’s and a glass of chocolate milk.
I had several idols growing up…
Because of my heroes from the Tigers, I’ve always felt at home in the outfield or behind home plate. Because of Luke and Indy, I learned to stand up for what’s right, and still do, whether if it’s my friends (and the galaxy far, far away) that are in trouble or if there’s an artifact that belongs in a museum.
But with TV – that glorious, nuturing glass nipple – I’m not sure if everything’s the same.
I was a Conservative Republican in my youth because of Marty McFly Alex P. Keaton. Not only was President Reagan keeping us “safe” from global nuclear disaster, Michael J. Fox’s character on Family Ties knew a thing or two about money… and what kid doesn’t like money? Since then, I’ve become more of a political moderate, and money is not the end all I thought it once was (I can get candy and toys whenever I want, you see).
Not a mug shot... Although he's in court...
While I looked up to Mike Seaver, I never got into The Boss or harassed either of my sisters into anorexia like he did. I’m not sure what I admired him for except for his confidence (and his MILF… and his WILF), but it sure as hell wasn’t his beliefs…
When it comes to Zack Morris, it’s a little bit different, though. We were both in high school at the same time. He was a likable kid that couldn’t quite get the cool and pretty Kelly Kapowski. I was going through the same thing in my mind life with a girl I had a crush on.
But how is he different from Ferris Bueller or Parker Lewis, one might ask? My response: he was believable. Zack Morris, even with his time-outs and asides, seemed like a kid you could know, and the credit for that goes to Mark-Paul Gosselaar. That’s why whenever he gets more chances to move on in his career, I applaud him, like when he was in NYPD Blue or in Raising the Bar, or last night on…
Never mind.
On last night’s Late Night with Jimmy Fallon (btw… can’t wait for Conan’s return June 1st!), Scrubs’ Donald Faison stopped by to promote his new film, Next Day Air, but who cares about that! He has an even better idea for a new movie…
Via Star Wars Blog:
It’d be The Chronicles of Lando Calrissian starring Donald Faison. I’d be Lando. And it would be before he lost the Millennium Falcon to Han Soloin that Sabacc game. And we would be cruising across the galaxy in the Falcon gettin’ chicks, drinking ale. And the hair would be phenomenal! I’d have to wear a wig or what we could do is just shave my head for back in the day when Lando used to shave his head. He’d have a whole new crew. It would be before Episode IV. So Episode 3.5 or 3.6.
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BONUS STAR WARS NERDINESS: I thought of this idea a day or so ago for some reason… thank Jedis somebody else already made it, because I’m far too lazy. I only wish it was made to Alien Ant Farm’s version of Smooth Criminal rather than Michael Jackson’s, as the original runs a little long, but hey… M’Beg’gers can’t be Chewies.
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