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Lair of the Lemur
28th April, 2008. 10:05 pm. Why Iiiiis his head so big? Whyyyyy is his heeeead so beeeg?
1.3 minutes of awesome. I've been watching it compulsively all evening. (Thanks, BoingBoing)
"Blue Flame", by Run with the Kittens
Also, I've read a lot of pretentious books, if LibraryThing's list is anything to go by:
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15th February, 2008. 7:56 pm. Oh, Cobrani . . . .
Just in case you didn't get enough of this at the office, I give you:
http://www.library.cmu.edu/Libraries/etc/game1/game1.swf
THE WORLD'S MOST BORING VIDEO GAME!
. . . actually, I kinda like it.
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11th February, 2008. 6:02 pm. Via vintage_ads
Moo and Oink want you to buy meat.
I LOVE what that community finds.
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6th February, 2008. 8:05 pm. Pointless college stories Vol 2. part 2
I was chatting with a coworker the other day about what kind of kids we were in high school. When I confessed to being a total goody two-shoes when it came to alcohol and other illicit substances, she said to me: "Oh! You were one of those kids who got to college and didn't know how to drink!"
That was true. And I spent my very first semester at PSU learning how, through rigorous trial and error. What kept me from becoming a stereotypical college binge-drinking statistic was my courseload second semester--the Cluster Course I was taking (9 credits of Revolutions--three each in science, math, and English) had so much work associated with it that my responsible nerd gene totally trumped my nascent partier gene. That, and the college party scene gets really old, really fast. I'm happy to say I did it, and I have some good stories from it, but one semester of taking that shit seriously was enough. This is not to say that I never got drunk and stupid again--however, I tended to go for quality fun drunken experiences rather than quantity.
Anyway, that crazy first semester featured "Mad Dog Wednesdays". My friend Kari's roommate was over 21, and every week, on her booze run, she'd buy us whatever we wanted. Elle, Kari and I always chipped in a dollar each for a bottle of MD 20/20--usually original grape, as we tried "Banana Red" and . . . seriously. It's called "Banana Red". Smart people take that as a warning. Cheap, eighteen-year-old college freshmen find it a novelty.
Wednesday night was the night "Beverly Hills, 90210" aired, so every week, the three of us would split our bottle of Mad Dog into our HUB student union mugs, snap on the sippy lids, and watch Brenda, Dylan, and the gang whilst slightly toasted. My first class on Thursday wasn't until 9:45 anyway (English 30!), so being a little slow on Thursday morning was no problem.
Yep. Pointless.
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4th February, 2008. 10:35 pm. Pointless College Stories: Special Annual #2
Just under the wire!
Okay. So, my freshman year of college, I needed some activities. I decided on the University Concert Committee--I was a music nerd, I was a stage crew nerd, but I was still too young to drink, so I couldn't go to shows at bars. Hmm. I know! I'll volunteer for the Concert Committee, and get to do backbreaking labor, and hang out with roadies, and sometimes see the show after all that--for free!
Actually, the 1992-93 season of concerts at PSU was pretty snazzy. I worked the Jesus and Mary Chain/Violent Femmes/B-52s "Cosmic Thing Tourgasm" in the late summer/early fall of '92 (and as a result, got to chat with Fred Schneider--who is just as nice a southern dandy as you'd think he is). But that's not what this story's about. I got to work the Zap Mama/10,000 Maniacs "Our Time In Eden" show in the spring of '93, and impress some frat boy with my psychic knowledge of what song was coming next (I'd seen the set list-taped it down to a keyboard, as a matter of fact). But that's not what this story's about, either.
The real story is the second show of the season, in December of 1992, just before semester break. I had just gotten over a particularly nasty case of mono, so my energy levels were a little low when I showed up to work the House of Pain/Ice-T with Body Count/Public Enemy show. But, I spent the day loading in amplifier after amplifier, helping hang the most incredible stacks of speakers I've ever seen, and was even able to get back to my room and grab a nap before reporting for the show/strike/loadout.
Once you were wearing a UCC "CREW" shirt, you could go pretty much anywhere you wanted, so I wandered out onto the floor for about two songs worth House of Pain ("Jump", and whatever they played after that, basically). They were annoying. I went backstage with the rest of the crew, and grazed off the picked-over remnants of the Craft Services table. I went back out for the Ice-T show. It was pretty awesome. However, what the rest of the audience didn't know was that Public Enemy's tour bus had broken down, and they were going to be late. So--Ice-T played for nearly two hours instead of one. It was cool.
Once P-E finally arrived, I was good for about two songs, before I wandered backstage again--I was getting tired of the noise, and I knew I still had to load out. Craft services had cleaned up the leftover catering . . . and oh, look! A chair! Maybe I'll just sit down a moment . . .
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I woke up 90 minutes later when the noise stopped, rubbed my eyes, grabbed my wrench, and loaded out the show.
Somewhere in the PSUCC photo archives is a picture of me--seated at a catering table, head on arms, fast asleep, dead to the world. The catering table lined up with the wings to the stage, and you can kind of see the show going on not 20 feet from where I was napping.
So when I get to play that "two truths and a lie" game as a corporate icebreaker? I stump a LOT of people with "I slept through a Public Enemy Concert."
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16th January, 2008. 7:00 pm. It's something . . . that's for sure.
Thanks to keeping Making Light in my Google Reader feed, I watched this today:
Hard Gay gets kids to eat food they don't like!
And then does it again!
Hard Gay saves a ramen shop!
As the person who sent it to the Making Light folks in the first place said: "I can't describe this to you in a way that will get past the spam filter. . . . It's a cooking show from Japan with children, and yet, entirely inappropriate."
Whooooooo! Culture shock (except for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dr4b, I'm betting) in 3, 2, 1 . . . .
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4th January, 2008. 8:44 pm. Poetry Day Sheepage
It's long, but one of my all-time favorites.
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1st January, 2008. 11:40 am. Bond analysis, part 2
Happy new year to all! And now, the moment you've all been waiting for: the movie breakdown. Behold the glorious table:
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30th December, 2007. 10:09 pm. Bond Analysis, Part 1
Seeing as '007 is waning rapidly (and this is more fun than studying for my Series 7 exam), I should probably post the results of my analysis comparing the relative lethal nature of sleeping with James Bond. I still have a few facts to check on the movies, but I do have the scoop from the books for you: Coming soon: the breakdown of the films. If my initial numbers are anything to go by, you'll be surprised.
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19th December, 2007. 6:45 pm. Production Number Extravaganza
In the words of the blog I nicked it from: Yes, the single greatest Christmas-related moment in the history of live theater was captured on video thanks to the genius and foresight of Mr. Ed Sullivan and that moment was the "Turkey Lurkey Time" number from the Burt Bacharach musical "Promises, Promises!"
http://plasticpumpkins.blogspot.com/2007/12/united-colors-of-christmas-time.html It was merely okay until the final set piece kicked in, then my jaw dropped. It's a MAGNIFICENT piece of choreography and just hokey and retro enough. And, dude--it's a Neil Simon-authored, Burt Bacharach-scored CHRISTMAS MUSICAL SET IN AN OFFICE! *ahem*. Anyway, just what I needed. Hope you dig it.
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