Driving a Train through your Media Brain

This is one of my absolute favorite pieces of media from the past half decade. I’ve synced/watched it at least four times, and have listened to the audio twice as many as that (most of those being flights, which I highly recommend after having watched it once). Quite simply, I think this is one of the best written pieces of modern comedy I’ve encountered.

Wizard People, Dear Reader is Brad Neely’s re-recording of the entirety of the dialogue from 2001′s ugly “Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone.” Neely is also one of the premier brick-layers at what used to be www.SuperDeluxe.com, where he produced a shit ton of stellar animated shorts

extensions of the style developed in Creased Comics

God, I’m so tempted to just start quoting lines, but I can’t rob any new-viewers the pleasure of going in uninformed. Just, trust me; this thing is brilliant. On the extra-omnibus, this thing would be riding first class.

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WIZARD PEOPLE, DEAR READER (mp3′s)

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.

About audiences. Worth it not just for the words, but for the eyes, the liquid u’s, the countdown of actions to employ, a bachelor’s degree in seven and a half minutes. 4:52.

DINAH!

Here’s a question I pose to the readership at large – who wins the omnibus-imposed artistic battle? Orson Welles or Marlon Brando? Personally saying no question Orson Welles, because Welles was genius, but Brando merely brilliant. Plus, you can’t pit F is for Fake against The Island of Dr. Moreau and tell me there isn’t a clear winner. Welles had a continuously exerting and changing talent; Brando’s was one that burned and died (as far as histrionics go). In fact -

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BONUS EMBARRASSING ORSON WELLES MEDIA

Sometimes, you just can’t stop the big smelly God hand from stepping in and showing you how it’s done. Wicccccckked.

just Jesus. Oh, god.