Friday, December 21, 2007

Happy Holidays

I'm taking the week off. Enjoy the solstice and what not.

Io, Saturnalia!

Everything Bad Is Good Again

Guinness is good for you. Well, duh.

It helps prevent heart attacks and it's chock full of antioxidants, so all your metal parts will stay nice and shiny. If I have a choice between green tea with an aspirin chaser or a pint, I know which one I'm taking.

When taken correctly, side effects may include confusion, late night curry, public nudity, shots of Jagermeister, and, in extreme cases, Shane McGowan.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Number One is Number Two

In lieu of actual content, I present The Soviettes.

Rock, Rinse, Repeat.

Friday, December 14, 2007


On my way to work this morning, I stopped at the light, and looked up and across the cross traffic. There in the driver's seat of a big green van was a large guy with sort of standard issue gen-x facial hair. The only remarkable thing about this was that he was rocking his own private air arena on a colossal air drum kit.

As the light changed, I punched a few buttons on my radio, found the Bush song I was pretty sure he'd been listening to, and we went our opposite ways.



Monday, December 10, 2007

Merry X-Mix

I may have mentioned my Generation X-mas Mix in the past. I've found it to be an invaluable tool for getting through the holiday season (a phrase similar in construction and connotation to “the flu season”) which begins before the turkey is cold on Thanksgiving and ends long after you've run out of excuses not to bludgeon someone.

There are a few songs notable by their absence. You won’t find Christmas in Hollis here, or Fairytale of New York, or the somewhat spectacular reading of The Night Before Christmas by Henry Rollins from A Lump of Coal. They’re on other Christmas mixes, and this was supposed to fill in the gaps left by my existing holiday music.

Without further ado, the songs:

Christmas, Christmas – Mojo Nixon
Who hasn’t listened to Louie, Louie and thought that it should be a Christmas song? …with women’s prison and a foot fetish? If you aint got Mojo Nixon, then your mix could use some fixin.

Won’t Be Home For Christmas - Blink 182
Two of these songs stay on my iPod all year. When I clear the others, I always wonder if I should keep this one too.

One Christmas Catalogue - Captain Sensible
I broke my "Not in another xmas mix" rule for this. I love this song.

Hating You For Christmas - Everclear
This is the first of the two songs from this mix that stay on my iPod year round. What does that say about me?

Christmas Wrapping - The Waitresses
Every mix needs a novelty song about a holiday hook-up, right? This one has cranberries.

Better Do It Right - Smash Mouth
If I’m gonna do wrong, I’m gonna do it right. This is the other song I keep when I pack the others away.

It’s Christmas - Bouquet of Veal
The most cheerfully offensive 81 seconds of Christmas music ever recorded. This never fails to put a smile on my face and a spring in my step.

Silent Night - The Dickies
Stukas over Christmas Town?

A Merry Jingle - The Greedies
That most annoying of holiday musical traditions, the medley of carols, actually rocks along in an enjoyable way in this version.

Feliz Navi-Nada - El Vez
The Mexican Elvis! Christmas songs need more feedback.

Hooray for Santa Claus - Sloppy Seconds
This is apparently the theme from Santa Claus Conquers The Martians, which is also to blame for the acting career of Pia Zadora. S-A-N-T-A! C-L-A-U-S! Hooray for Santy Claus!

Daddy Drank Our Christmas Money - TVTV$
Because there aren't enough Christmas songs advocating violence against your relatives.

Merry Xmas Blues - Celibate Rifles
Sex Pistols... Celibate Rifles... I see what you did there.

...and this isn't a blues song.

...and it's about 2 minutes too long. If this was live, I'd have thrown a beer bottle right about the second time they pretended to end the song. Wait... why is this in my mix instead of Christmas in Hollis?

Run, Run, Rudolph - Humpers
This is a pretty straight up cover of the Chuck Berry song by a band with a silly name.

Brown Christmas - El Vez
...just like the ones in San Diego. It's the Return of the Mexican Elvis!

Santa Claus is Smoking Reefer - Squirrel Nut Zippers
If they aren't ashamed of this recording, they should be. Not because of the song, but because of their lame ass talky segue into the song.

Oh Come Ska Ye Faithful - Celestial Image
Oh, that is so not ska. It is oddly catchy in a spacy Wurlitzer/toy keyboard/synthesizery kind of way though.

I'll dig up links if I can find them.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

A Series of Improbably Stupid Events

Yeah, I saw the Heroes finale. Spoiler alert: I'm going to rant.

Allow me to suggest that if the writers can't do better than that, it's time for them to end their strike and nip off down to the Learning Annex for a workshop or something. If your plot relies entirely on a large number of otherwise intelligent people suddenly acting in bizarrely stupid ways, you may very well have gone astray. I have suggested in the past that my opinion of the average person is fairly low, but even I couldn't buy a fraction of the deuxfus ex machina that was unveiled last night.

If you tivoed the episode, stop reading now.

"Peter Petrelli! Yataaaaah! It's your pal Hiro! Remember me? We saved the world together this summer! I'm a fairly trustworthy guy, right? Yeah... well, don't trust that guy you busted out of prison. You know, the guy on the cross-country killing spree? He's going to release the virus."

"Duh! Peter smash!"

"You know... the virus that's going to wipe out the human race... the one that's been sitting here undisturbed in a secure storage facility in the middle of Bumblefuck, Texas, for decades? The one that's going to be released today, the very same day that you and Skippy show up? That's kind of a coincidence, hunh? Kinda makes you think, doesn't it?"


"Tell you what. Why don't we hang out, watch the vault, and if anyone other than your friend the immortal homicidal maniac over there tries to screw with it, I'll stop time and we'll take care of it? Sound like a plan?"


"What's that, Petey? Your girlfriend's fallen down a future dystopian hellhole? Wow, that sucks. If only you knew someone who could travel through time to go get her. Know anyone like that? Anyone? No?"


"You're testing my patience, Peter Petrelli. I'm just going to scamper off to Wal-Marts for a gun. I'll be right back. It won't take me a second. Literally! Ha! See how that works? Because... I... never mind."

"I like eggs!"

"You're going to zap me, aren't you? Sigh. Fine, do what you've gotta do, Einstein, but you may want to remind your pal Skippy that he can't move around when I stop time, and that the next time he pulls a sword on me, we're going to find out if he can regenerate from being julienned, 'kay?"

Or how about that Dr. Suresh? Not looking like such a brainiac this episode is he? As a web-certified genius, let me point out just a few of the flaws in his performance last night.

At the very most basic level, if too much of the cure is going to kill the gun-toting mutant sociopath intent on murdering you and everyone around you, then you should probably consider the option of keeping your mouth shut and cheerfully upping his dosage instead of warning him about the potential side effects.

And if, by some chance, you lose your fucking mind and decide not to give him a massive overdose, you may want to consider buying some time by telling him that he has a strain of the virus that you've never seen before and it's going to take you a while to come up with a compatible cure, instead of spilling your guts and telling him that by an unbelievable coincidence you have the cure right there, in that container over there on the floor. Because, as you may recall, he's planning to kill you as soon as you cure him.

And in the unlikely circumstance that he gets blasted through a plate-glass window before he gets the chance to kill everyone, you should probably tell Veronica Mars there that he's really not going to be all that difficult to follow, even with a five-second head start, if she just follows the trail of blood.

Crazy Nikki started out OK by pistol whipping the mad arsonist instead of listening to his shit. But then she got all "trapped in a burning building" because a beam fell at an angle across a hall. Get a pencil and paper. I'll wait. Draw a right angle. Make the vertical side tall and the horizontal side short, like (for example) the wall and floor of a hallway. Now, connect the ends with a diagonal line. That's what Pythagoras calls "the hypotenuse", and it's played in this case by the fallen beam. See all that open space under the beam? Hey, Nikki, did it occur to you to duck and lean to the left? It occurred to me.

And this last bit is just for the writers. While we're on the subject of you being bad at your job, could you remind me again how it is, exactly, that the characters know how to kill the Amazing Immortal Regenerating Man, seeing as there's only one of him and he isn't, strictly speaking, actually dead yet? Did you think that bit through? Didn't think so.

Speaking of not thinking things through, since you went out of your way to tell us over and over again that the immortal regenerating guy can only be killed by shooting him in the head, you probably should have reconsidered the scene where you use regeneration to bring the cheerleader's dad back from the dead after shooting him in the head. That's either a huge continuity problem or Richard Scarry's Most Obvious Foreshadowing Ever. Either way, you suck.