11.06.2007

Scrooged

The Onion AV Club had an interesting article today regarding books that haven't been made into movies, but should be. There was an odd addition: among the Susannah Clarke, the Cormac McCarthy, and the John Kennedy Toole was Don Rosa's The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck.

Now, I grew up on DuckTales and its spinoffs (the opening theme alone triggers some weird, nonverbal memories), but it's been years and years since I've ever thought of them. So I hit up some research, to see what the fuss was all about.

As it turns out, if it's true that America broke sex, then Wikipedia broke cartoons.

That said, I've put it on my list of Comics What to Read, alongside Fantagraphic's recent reprint of Fletcher Hanks' I Shall Destroy All The Civilized Planets.

EDIT:

And hey, while we're at it, why not a 1943 propaganda film starring Donald Duck as a Nazi?

Be sure and stay for the surreal freakout sequence near the end, which is more than worth the price of admission.

10.22.2007

Christopher Titus

I have a treat for all of you- and I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE- who watched Eddie Izzard's Dressed to Kill religiously in college. The following are clips of Christopher Titus, from his 2004 standup show Norman Rockwell is Bleeding.

Watch. Enjoy.

Falling into a Bonfire
Mom's Thanksgiving
My Day Where I Didn't Get Punched in the Face... Before 6 PM

10.16.2007

Explaining the Joke: An Unfinished Twelve Part Miniseries

"Nice Boat"

The phrase "nice boat" has popped up recently in the 2ch/4ch meme archipelago. Since it seems to be a rare case of a cross-language barrier meme (it has appeared both on English blogs and as an inside joke on a recent anime premiere), I figured to track down the source.

It wasn't hard to locate. The September 18 broadcast of the final episode of the anime School Days was preempted by its broadcaster due to a recent axe-murder in Kyoto wherein a daughter violently killed her father. Instead, the station showed a montage of tranquil nature scenes, titled "NICE BOAT." Thus, the meme.



So why was School Days preempted? Now we get into weirder territory.

School Days was a moe harem drama, and like much of its ilk was based off a bishoujo dating sim. This particular game was notable for its ero-guro content: many of its multiple endings featured members of its cute female cast committing suicide, murder-suicide, plain 'ol murder, and everything in between. Speculation had run rampant that the anime version would end in a similar fashion; speculation that proved true when the episode was finally aired and about 90% of the cast ended up knocking each other off in a gory spectacle. Clearly, the network didn't wish to draw comparisons between the teenage girls killing each other on screen and the ones at it in real life; thus, the preemption.

Ero-guro is not a new thing in Japanese entertainment; one can look to Urotsukodji as even a recent example of the sub-genre. However, its recent hybridization with moe appears to have briefly returned it to the mainstream- at least as mainstream as moe gets. Numerous recent series- notably Higurashi no Naku Koro ni, Shuffle and (arguably) Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei have all trafficked in the juxtaposition of saccharine-sweet doll-girls with blood, gore, and swinging nooses.

Certainly ero-guro is not the only moe subgenre racing for the bottom. The noxic spectre of lolicon has been creeping into the mainstream of late- witness the blowback to the underage fanservice-heavy farce Moetan, and the uncomfortable debate that begins whenever the topic of Kodomo no Jikan starts up. It is as if the subculture is toeing the sleeping lion's tail, seeing how hard they can trod before the inevitable backlash begins. It's not a comfortable sight to watch.

In the meantime, though...

10.06.2007

Drop It Like It's Kirby

Yes. Indeed.

10.02.2007

Review: iTunes Store Recommended

I made a few misclicks while searching for new music, and found out something interesting about iTunes. It keeps an Amazon-style list of your purchases, and puts together a playlist consisting of other things it thinks you might like. Operative word here being "it thinks." Pandora it is not.

1) The New Radicals - You Get What You Give

This is one of those songs I always recognized but never knew the artist. This is because I changed the radio station every time I heard it and its hideous, repetitive chorus.

2) R.E.M. - Radio Free Europe

I always feel like I should like R.E.M., but I just don't. This song does little to change my mind.

3) Blind Melon - No Rain

This is one of my favorite songs. Go iTunes!

4) Ivy - Edge of the Ocean (Duotone Mix)

This is laid-back girly electronica. Since I only like high-energy girly electronica, I have to say it's a little off.

5) Colbie Caillat - Bubbly

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PUKE

6) Ai Ootsuka - Sakuranbo

Schizo-sounding chirpy-voiced moe pop; kind of what "Sakura Saku" would sound like if Megumi Hayashibara inhaled a bunch of helium. I can't fault iTunes for recommending it, but my patience for this kind of dreck has worn dangerously thin lately.

7) Alice Deejay - Better Off Alone

This is classic electronica, by which I mean it reminds me of Night at the Roxbury. No download.

8) Kid Frost - Hold Your Own

Kid Frost had one great track on the GTA3 radio mix; nothing I've heard from him after that has ever held up as decent.

9) Joan Baez - There But For Fortune

Pretty sure my mom downloaded some songs on my account. Disregard.

10) Rod Stewart - You're My Girl (I Don't Want to Discuss It)

Rod Stewart does funk! It's about as good as it sounds.

11) Drowning Pool - Bodies

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PUKE

12) Grateful Dead - Touch of Grey

You know what? I never really liked Cherry Garcia ice cream. Since this eliminates the only good thing to come out of the Grateful Dead...

13) Kingston Trio - They Call the Wind Maria
14) Dionne Warwick - That's What Friends Are For


See #9.

15) Wesley Willis - Suck a Polar Bear's Dick

I think this one speaks for itself. Downloaded and downloaded.

9.25.2007

Dream Journal on Parade

I'm a wandering country doctor, approaching a village full of malformed, but good-hearted, mountain folk. A child with a misshapen head greets me, and brings me to the village matron: a kindly hermaphrodite who carries her distended genitalia around in a sling. I work long into the night by candlelight, poring over scrolls that could help find a cure.

The scene changes, and now I'm trying to get into a movie theatre. A massive line confronts me; I cut ahead to catch up with friends. The line winds through a narrow restaraunt-like area filled with primary colors and massive, rectangular blocks that cut about at irregular, claustrophobic angles. The movie begins, and I watch post-apocalyptic survivors writhe in agony as the island they approach carries poisonous seaweed on the current.

I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, sans pants. As I walk out, I bump into two portly, embarassed women. It turns out the restroom was a public one; very public, in fact, as is explained to me in detail by a very peculiar man sitting behind a desk.

Near a quarry, I meet the girl of my dreams. She is beautiful beyond description; the warmth of her laugh and the kindness of her smile reduce me to tears, which becomes very awkward when I try to confess my love to her. Unfortunately, I promptly wake up. But all is not lost; others know of this girl, have heard her name. She's not just a dream! I organize a small posse, and we tear about a strangely familiar dream-version of Wrightsville Beach searching for her.

I finally wake up in reality. It is still dark out, but I am fully rested and awake. The time on the clock is ten to one.

I have a long night ahead of me.

9.24.2007

First Day at Bartender School

Finally, after a week of paralyzing, pecunious unemployment, some activity. How refreshing.

We spent most of our first day practicing highballs. Although technically the most simple of mixed drinks (often little more than an ounce of liquor and some ice water), this didn't stop the recommended list from including such monstrosities as the Alabama Slammer- something that sounds more like a scene from Deliverance than a refreshing beverage (it's equal parts sloe gin, amaretto, SoCo, vodka, and orange juice. The mind shudders, the stomach turns).

I have to say, having the towel on your shoulder is all kinds of fun. We were quizzed all day on drinks- the difference between a Sea Breeze and a Bay Breeze, for example (pineapple and grapefruit juice, respectively), what "black" meant when you asked for a "Black and Coke"- and it was a real joy to be able to smoothly take control and produce a respectable-looking drink in under thirty seconds. I caught a few "look at the hot-shot" type comments from the instructor; since I wasn't consciously showing off I can only assume that bodes well for my first time behind the bar.

The afternoon was spent at the EFJ factory, testing batteries next to a gregarious lady named Pam. It was fun, but it served to confirm a suspicion I'd developed regarding other people's perceptions of me. When I was in high school, everyone assumed I was a college student; now that I've graduated, I still get people referring to me as "kid" and asking where I go to school. Maybe I should join Matt, Chris and Wyatt and grow a beard.

Greg, you should grow a beard too. Then we can all by beard-buddies.