March 2, 2009

U2 Sallies Forth

We’re about 90 minutes from the U.S. release of No Line on the Horizon, U2’s latest studio album.  It’s gotten generally glowing reviews (ranging from 3-5 stars), but the single “Get Your Boots On” has left me somewhat apprehensive.  It’s less a song than a hodgepodge of disjointed, funky verses linked with a vapid bridge and a nonsensical refrain (“Sexy boots!…Sexy boots!”).  I wonder if the rest of the album will be as such.  I doubt it, but you never know.

Still, like Ellis Redding, I hope.  Regardless of what it sounds like, I will be listening to the entire album, perhaps twice, tonight.

The band thinks this is their best song, and I agree.  Enjoy.

February 24, 2009

Another fine film brought to you by the internets.  I suggest you just skip ahead to 8:00 or so.  (Earmuffs, kids).

If you have not seen Midnight Run you must.  It is like having God look you in the face and say “truly you are My greatest creation.”

February 2, 2009

This one is dedicated to a young man who thinks that he isn’t having any fun today.

Justin Rees, this one’s for you.

(Note the lack of running through undeveloped landscape and drinking polluted river water in this video.  By this point, Duran Duran had sold out that original artistic purity that made them so great.)

January 31, 2009
So it’s been a few months.  So it’s been almost five months.  I dunno, between “America’s Biggest Loser” and MMA cage matches, I have been otherwise engaged. 
I promise, however, to once again bring you the finest in snarky lists, Teutonic references, and all around Bovicoperism.  
Onward!

So it’s been a few months.  So it’s been almost five months.  I dunno, between “America’s Biggest Loser” and MMA cage matches, I have been otherwise engaged. 

I promise, however, to once again bring you the finest in snarky lists, Teutonic references, and all around Bovicoperism.  

Onward!


September 15, 2008

A Preview of the Palin-Biden Debate

Gov. Palin is portrayed by Bas Rutten in this debate mock-up. Notice her effective use of the table.

September 1, 2008

Ne Plus Ultra (+1) (Part Deux)

Our journey through American one upmanship continues today with a look at weight loss schemes.

2. I Swear I’m Just Retaining Water

At the end of the millennium, Americans had won one Cold and two World Wars, plus we evened out Korea/Vietnam with Iraq 1/Grenada. We had earned some relaxation and economy-sized sandwiches (see below). By 2002, the good ol’ U.S. had packed on some extra weight—so much so that we had obviated the need for normal sized seating on an aircraft.

Boeing 747-8

Now seating 19 passengers

Berated by “health experts,” “doctors,” and Tony Little, Americans considered their options. Should we exercise? Eat less? Go for expensive liposuction? Certainly not. Americans, when faced with adversity, always innovate. It’s something else we steal from the Germans. When our Teutonic forebears faced adversity in the form of hunger, thirst, and the Maginot line, they invented sausage, beer, and Belgium.

The first foray into easy weight loss were weight loss supplements. An important fact: as long as you label something “supplement,” the Food and Drug Administration really doesn’t care what goes into it. Hence: fen-phen. This marvelous concoction promised to cut your appetite, kick-start your metabolism, and leave you free to watch that entire CSI marathon. Sadly, the no-fun brigade in Washington thought that a few cases of catastrophic heart failure were enough to keep us from looking trim.

“You’re dead to me, FDA.  I won’t even take off my sunglasses to say it.”

Deprived of our chance to have better living through chemistry, Americans opted for technology. By attaching electric diodes across the body and receiving a series of mild shocks, the body is “tricked” into thinking that you’re actually moving. In principle, it is identical to the Rejuvenique, which combines Man in the Iron Mask, de Sade, and Michael Myers.

Imagine this for your stomach. Except the only thing that’s killed is your low self-esteem!

Unfortunately, both of these required some effort on our part. You still had to regulate your diet with fen-phen, and the electric shock treatment might make you sweat. (What is this, communist China?) Thankfully, the FDA is on its way to finally opening the path to avoirdupois nirvana by approving a “couch potato pill.” Yes, you can finally win the war against your body by fooling it into thinking that you have a metabolism and a social life. Best of all, the pill doesn’t require you to regulate your diet—you could grind it up and drink it out of a milkshake!

“I’m a weight loss man, you see”

August 23, 2008

For Your Listening Pleasure (Not You, Swayze)

More palpitation-inducing music. If you don’t love this song, then I suggest you get back to your pennies, Ebeneezer.


How is it possible for a male above the age of 12 to hit the high notes? I ask you this, Righteous Brothers. How?