I’m not posting these for the purpose of derision (at least, I think I’m not…), I’ve just always found the theremin strangely compelling, the same way I find this individual strangely compelling. It’s metaphysically analogous to the way dog owners resemble their pets, only it’s this guy and a theremin. Again, not necessarily derision, just…slack jawed fascination?
Also want to put in there that, after blasting through a few of these, the theremin looks like a bitch to play. That’s probably what’s continually stopping me from deriding; base respect. (?)
From a 2006 artificial-intelligence independent interactive-story game, this fucker is extra funny. Starts to lose steam a minute or so before part 2, but the ending is strong enough to bring it back in the black.
Not only that, but he also wrote one of Flapjack’s greatest episodes – Gone Wishin’!
To celebrate this once-scorned now-shared heritage, the Omnibus proudly presents a host of “Adventure Time” episodes, compiled by some awful anime website.
in addition to this sweet art press set for the show, from Frederator Studios!
When I first watched the pilot oh so many months past, I had relegated this show, shunned it, as a cheap cash-in on the success of Flapjack. But these episodes – they’re quite stellar! It’s got a different flow than the ‘Jack; if Marvelous Misadventures is the ego, Adventure Time is the id. What? I wedged that metaphor in as one would cheese (what?).
Anyways, Finn is not Flapjack, just as Jake isn’t K’nuckles, and that is perfectly wonderfully fine.
The show’s willingness to deploy “butt” as a vitriolic curse is also endearing.
These took the form of my read this evening. It required far less effort. Oh no! I am a product consumer seeking immediacy of satisfaction nooooooooooooo!
This is a b-side to the requisite viewing of Adam Curtis’ Century of the Self. Oh! And Mad Men. Nice to consider Mad Men through all this as well.
First off, before any real inter-post discussion can begin, it needs to be stated that Paula Zahn is a blathering titmouse, a hideous non-formant who tows the expected line without fucking listening, because she cannot muster that matter of grey to respond in a thoughtful, thinking way. As the show progresses, you can almost see the violent fantasies projecting out of Jay Craig Venter’s science head, regarding Ms. Zahn and logic slapping.
Now: this is a meaty mother fucker. Watch this, please; I beg of you. It is so exciting, so full of possibilities, and (on the part of Mr. Venter and Mr. Specter), so refreshingly intellectually responsible. For me, it manages to transcend (!?) the topic of “creating life” to become a larger discussion on intellectual/creative responsibility, being so eloquently defended by those within from the unceasing unimaginative attacks from those without. For every time I want to scream at StupidEmptyHead Zahn or the Priest, “You’re harping on the same fears that would have prevented us from developing vaccines, dum-dums!” the scientists, the writers, the elevated scholars do the job for me (in whispered, polysyllabic tones). Beautiful all around.
Also, Science Channel is the motherfucking shit. I love it so much. I will miss it, when it’s gone (How Is This Made, I will continually ask myself).
Dumb Idiot tag applied here to ButtMouthandFace Zahn.
I was watching CBS Sunday Morning this past week (I would oil up/down Charles Osgood if his sonorous speechbox requested it), of which the episode was entirely focused on obesity in America. I missed the majority of the episode, as I was preparing my daily breakfast of hog fat fried butter and oreo’s to hear a section concerning a lack of nutrition options in poor urban areas, with said option(s) primarily being supplanted by Bodegas.
Twenty minutes later, the ore-utter reached my brain and activated my memory modules; and here you are. Well, time to go prepare my dinner-time Hawaiian Punch fried Chicken Fried Steak, with a cold glass of Ranch dressing!
All joking aside, this is my kinda mufuckin cinema verite.
This sudden and relative inflow of TF2 videos is probably just in preparation for the replacement black-sexy XBOX I’m picking up Aug. 2nd, and the Intensive Playment Play that will ensue.
I post these here largely because I have an unwieldy binary boner when it comes to Team Fortress 2 (the Sniper and Pyro are kind of lame, admittedly), but you can’t tell me the jacket sway on the Spy and the initial spin out on the Heavy/Medic doesn’t warm the cockles of your cold inter-heart.
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