Shaun and I have been friends since the period of limbo in my life between working for my dad and starting Illusion where I managed an Italian restaurant in Midtown Atlanta. When I left Pasta Da Pulcinella, he stepped up to the manager role, but he’s kept his artistic cred as a part time musician, film editor, and now blogger. For a little background you should know that about a year ago Shaun bought a house in West Atlanta near Six Flags over Georgia where a lot of the neighborhoods can be considered optimistically “up-and-coming.” The West Atlanta Registry and Report is a chronicle of Shaun’s experiences interacting with his neighbors. Anyway, the less time you spend reading this post, the better. Check out Shaun’s blog through the picture above.
Am I the only one who looks at this book cover and thinks, “Gay Nazi”?
Just curious.
Maybe it’s not a fan video, but I feel it’s the closest I’m going to get for a while:
That first shot is me stretching my legs after walking up Stone Mountain. The other bit is me lying on a rock at the top of the mountain enjoying the breeze and trying to find the best place to rest my hat and shield my eyes from the sun. If you want to see the worst video of me that “therocketcrush” has made, check out the related videos.
I have often called “In Love,” which features the vocal style of none other than William Shatner from Ben Folds’ album Fear of Pop one of the most honest portrayals of how most men feel about the things they say when trying to get into a woman’s pants… and what happens when that doesn’t work out too good. The lyrics are fantastic and should be listened to very closely. I came across it while trying to track down the video of Shatner, Folds, and Joe Jackson doing “Common People” on Conan. Let me know if you have any idea where it’s lurking.
Matt Fraction posted this without comment (more or less) on Twitter earlier today and I can’t help but say my piece.
There’s a whole host of things wrong with this video and song, but I’m going to stick to the one basic question that keeps running through my head: If you look at every girl as somebody’s daughter, and that negates your carnal desires, then how do you have a healthy relationship with your wife?
My other gripe is that it just makes me want to watch Fast Times at Ridgemont High, specifically the scene that features a similar, but much better tune, by Jackson Browne.
Surf Nazis, dude.
Define irony: local paper misspells the word “best” in the headline for an article praising the test scores of the local schools. I took a screen shot just in case they get around to fixing it, but they even repeated the error in their Twitter feed.
I promise I’ll lay off Stanhope for a while after this, but I think this one bit may contain the meaning of life. Keep in mind this meaning of life applies only to men, and you have no business listening to this if you or the people in earshot are offended by obscene language or explicit situations. Now that only my friends are here, listen to this:
I came across the above-linked article about Thomas Paine while reading BBC News. Apparently there’s a big to-do in the UK about putting up a statue of the man who is short-changed by rarely being mentioned as a founding father of both the American and French Revolutions. The lack of a statue is hardly surprising. Putting up a statue of Paine in London would be like waiting another 150 years and then putting up a statue of Che Guevara in Washington DC.
Regardless, I first came across Thomas Paine when I was assigned to read “Common Sense” for homework in my 10th grade American literature class. While the gravity of the phrase, “All religion is hearsay,” didn’t quite sink in right way, the rhetoric of the revolution was a lot more interesting than the sermons of Puritan settlers. Ultimately the writings of Thomas Paine have become a huge influence on my political and religious opinions, and I highly recommend them. There’s any number of published books of the man’s writing, but I think he’d be proud to know they’re available for free as part of the public domain.
After years of speculation, Futurama finally pulled a Family Guy and got renewed for a 26 episode season. The big difference in this case is that Futurama’s being renewed by Comedy Central and not Fox. Let’s be honest, if you could watch Simpsons, Futurama, and Family Guy within a 2-hour block on a Sunday night, your face would melt off from the awesomeness (even though Simpsons is now Ultimate Simpsons and not nearly as good as it was 15 years ago).
I’ll be honest on this one. Futurama didn’t impress me that much when it first came out, and my freshman roommate in college, Will Phillips, had every episode on VHS (long before Fox figured out how lucrative the DVD market could be). Even then I was a lukewarm fan, but Adult Swim and the Futurama comics eventually convinced me how great this show is. Congratulations, Futurama, you’ve earned it.
By the way… all the Futurama porn out there almost makes me want to turn on the filtered search option.