The muppets are coming, the muppets are coming!

Now I want to watch him do bank advertisements.

And finally tonight, Sunday, 25 February 2007

Also from the private entries, Thursday, 15 March 2007

Tonight, the Parsons family is going on a cruise of Maalaea Bay... It's a booze cruise.

ALRIGHT!

From the private entries, Tuesday, 17 April 2007.

hello morning.
you're up and blue.
there are no clouds,
Steve Zissou.

Toy Story 3 is what happens when you project God in 4K.

I think we can all sleep easy knowing that Toy Story 3 is hands down the greatest cinematic achievement Hollywood has given us in a very long time. And I mean achievement not by technological advances or 3-D depth or 7.1 sound, I mean this is by far the best second sequel you could ask for. And it's nostalgia for any of us who spent a decade in the nineties.

Think about it, the Toy Story franchise is a product of the safe pre-9/11 world some of us grew up in. It's a comfort zone, memories of a much better time in America and the world. There weren't any economic downturns or job losses. In fact, everything rose in Clinton's oval office. More importantly, Toy Story paved the way for Pixar to make incredible stories and for DreamWorks to make Shrek flicks.

Enough of that, you get the point that this is MONUMENTAL, this isn't just Shrek Forever After. It's pedigree. We all had high expectations for this one, and they far exceeded every single one I had.

Toy Story 3 starts off in an incredible fusion of the opening to Toy Story and Toy Story 2, and boy if Seth MacFarlane didn't bastardize and leave you with the narrow minded opinion that Randy Newman sounds like a fool, prepare to have a familiar tune tug your heart strings.

Essentially Toy Story 3 is the opening to Up stretched out to feature length, only with toys. And that's what makes Toy Story 3 work. It's a film that plays with our fifteen-year-old romance with these characters and sounds we're all too familiar with. And it goes further than that - it hits you with easter eggs you'd never expect, working as a spiritual sequel in some ways to other (non-Disney, mind you) films, and giving us a nod to the Toy Story universe (Sid!). It's a true sequel. Face it, this is how you wanted Lost to end, this is what you wanted Return of the Jedi to be, and this is how Stephanie Meyer should have written Breaking Dawn. Toy Story 3 is in every way The Empire Strikes Back of Return of the Jedis.

I have seen where some people have written that Toy Story 3 is a sell-out, giving in to Disney and whatnot. No, it's not. Because if that's Pixar selling out - telling a story on level of creativity and emotion Hollywood hasn't come close to in recent years - then hell, they need to do this more often (to be fair though, Cars 2 had me asking, "Really?" and Monsters, Inc. 2 has me wondering just how on Earth are they going to do that). Honestly, I don't know how Pixar's gonna top this one. Whatever they do I'm sure will be pure animated magic, but it's gonna have a hard time topping the emotional bliss and tears I had leaving the theater today.

A television bitchslap.

Yes, that's a Gilmore Girls screencap. Prepare to be internetically flipped off.

Gojengojengojengogogogogo!

To be honest, this simple closed set she's broadcasting out of really creeps me out.

With a special appearance by god himself.

Well that was fun.

This yank's a real wank.

NBC Universal tried to shut this clip down for some of the stuff in it, by the way. So naturally I will be exploiting it as the video NBC Universal didn't want you to see. I smell a scandal, and some cane burning.

I was once angry...

Click to see him in action!

Even better than the last post.

My video, Maui: Fishing Grounds, Rainbows, And Making Love To God At Breakfast is being featured on one of my favorite video blogs, Everything is Terrible today. Check out the video and the rest of the site!

PUBLIC ACCESS, HAWAIIAN STYLE via Everything is Terrible!

In defense of Justin Bieber, the song Baby, and vocal processing.

If you were to ask me five years ago what my view on pop music was, I'd probably tell you it was god awful crap. That said, my musical taste has evolved over time, and I've come to accept a lot of pop artists (this may be in part due to Katy Perry being hot).

So here I am listening to music in 2010, at the peak of auto-tuning and processing the hell out of anything you can MIDIfy or record with an audio jack. Auto tuning is what double tracking was forty years ago, and I like it. I liked it twelve years ago when Cher did it with Believe, and I loved it two years ago on Kanye West's 808s and Heartbreak. And I like whatever the hell is being done with Justin Bieber's yet-to-ball(s)drop vocals.

Baby is one of those few pop songs that have a vintage pop sound while still sounding relevant in its own time. Granted he says the title word way too many times, but hey, chances are you LOVE The Beatles' She Loves You, with its repetitive lyrics, "She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah" taking up nearly half of the song. And that too was a loud, obnoxious teen anthem in its time.

I'm also going to take this time to point out that She Loves You is a far superior song compared to Baby (or anything on the Billboard Hot 100 [at the moment]).

Now, I expect Biebermania to eventually die down, he will turn 13 one day after all (remember Aaron Carter? Of course you do/don't), and I expect auto-tuning your vocals to eventually be eclipsed by some new technology that wasn't invented to track whales or something (true story, Google it). But hell, you can't resist getting caught up in slightly enjoyable pop music, especially when its being handled by producers who have given us decent music experiences in the past.

Folks, don't drink and blog.

Because you might hit a bump, and get owned by Steve Jobs.

It was obviously not a Thursday night when blogger Ryan Tate was having a cocktail and watching 30 Rock on his DVR, when suddenly, while failing to skip through commercials, saw an Apple commercial and decided to make himself look like an asshole.

So he emailed Steve Jobs, and the two started fighting like your parents last night.

I'd say more, but the fact that he has the balls to post his epic failure (actual snapshots of his Gmail inbox with the conversation are on the link below) is something you need to see for yourself. Maybe it isn't balls, but rather a cash in for fifteen minutes of fame because he got his ass beaten. After all, up until now I had no idea who the hell this guy was. Or Gawker Media trying to make Apple look bad while still looking pretty bad themselves, who knows? Who cares? It's technology gossip. Geeks talking smack. Walk away. But look at the link first.

Steve Jobs Offers World 'Freedom From Porn' (via Gawker)

Talibannosaurus Rex.

The Made-Up Movie They Tried To BAN! (via My Art Shame)

Yes, this is a rant on making a burrito.

Last night I had my very first encounter with taco joint, Taco Del Mar (or Del Mar Taco, Del Taco, Mar Taco Del, whatever the name is, and no, this isn't racism - the Taco Del Mar in my town is listed under a different name on the internet, true story). It was about seven in the evening, and I was under the influence of a couple of Advil and a malt beverage.

My parents raved about the size of the burrito here - they checked out the place one night for dinner while I was out of town. They claimed it was a large burrito, and well, the claims are true, the Taco Del Mar Del Taco burrito is indeed large. But I ordered the quesadilla.

And I'll tell you why I ordered the quesadilla, after the jump.

Fight addiction by addiction.

I saw this today at my local Game Stop. I wonder what the replay value is like.

My Stop Smoking Coach with Allen Carr (available at Amazon, or, used at my local Game Stop)

Best Office moment ever.

4:00 into the episode, watch until 4:20.

No matter how much effort you put into it, they'll always hit next.

Searching through my Google News flip-through-the-news object feature (something so cool they had to put it at the bottom of the page so no/every one could see it), I came across this article from Men's Journal (who tried to woo me into a one-year subscription with pictures of a Mercedes carboat and Viggo Mortensen) on making "an unforgettable summer mixtape:"

"As the president of Rock River Communications, Jeff Daniel helps big brands build an identity through music — in fact, he’s the reason you hum Madonna and Missy Elliott while you shop at the GAP. The guy knows a thing or two about pairing music with life, and he’s put together the perfect playlist for your next summer party."

So this is the guy responsible for possibly irritating you with constant replays of certain songs as you are shopping through various stores. And now he wants to give back:

“'There are two basic rules of thumb,' he explains. 'Always look for timeless sounds and melodies as opposed to being overly concerned about playing the latest and greatest. And don’t be afraid to be eclectic and to mix styles; you can always order the songs to make them flow. A entire mix of electroclash will get boring. All of the tracks on this mix will stand the test of time, even though many of them are brand new.'"

Okay so, really, the one reason I chose to post this was because I made my "Beginning of Summer Mixtape 2010" already. But Gorillaz and Vampire Weekend are nowhere near it (though The Dead Weather's I Cut Like A Buffalo is). Needless to say, I like the track listing here, but let me show you my picks for Summer 2010 after the jump.

Make an Unforgettable Summer Mixtape (via Men's Journal)