Land O' Tha Lost
Today on my TV picture-box machine, I saw something that shocked and confused my tiny primitive ape-like mind. Apparently, Will Ferrell is making a movie called ‘Land of the Lost.’ One assumes then, that this is a comedy film? *Insert confused grunting noise here.* The confusion only deepened upon further research. My memory of the Land of the Lost franchise is as follows: I remember the series from the early 90’s when I was a kid, they played it on weekends on Nickelodeon, and it was much less of a Will Ferrell-style comedy as much as a campy, slightly scary show involving a cheesy animated T-Rex with an eye condition who was constantly trying to kill everyone, with maybe occasional lighthearted or humorous moments. Mostly though I remember the show as being a cross between dark and goofy, with enough corny green-screen effects to please any Saturday morning sci-fi fan, and a bikini-clad, stone-cold, stone-age, not-technically-an-actual-cavegirl to put Doctor Who’s Leela to shame. Continue Reading…
In which I ramble about whatever’s going through my A.D.D. head at the moment, for your groovy beatnik enjoyment. Tré Coolsville, Daddy-O…
Urgh! Society is too uptight. I’m so sick of living among this species. I’m telling you, animals have it made. It’s so unbearable with this recent heatwave to wear restrictive clothing. Sometimes you just want to scratch yourself in various places on your torso. If you’re an animal, it’s totally cool. You think squirrels get offended when they see another squirrel scratching its crotch? Only if that squirrel is doing it in their tree maybe, but that’s a matter of turf. Squirrels are crazy about their turf, man. Ow, my neck hurts. A lot. Jeez. Just once I’d like to meet some people who weren’t completely uptight and insecure about their bodies and being living beings. I don’t know how much longer I can deal with society before I just go completely bananas and have to go run off and live in the woods like a monkey. On a questionably related subject, I’m so farkin’ sick of being a virgin. To make up for these years and years of celibacy, I feel I’ve worked up a sex-debt. I’ll need to have sex round the clock with dozens of random strangers to make up for it. Yes. This is a good idea.
On that clearly mature and logical note, I fear I must retire for the evening, gentle reader. My brain is too tired to continue with the random stupid thought-makings.
- Nutsjesmoar, out.
“I yous tu deek I wasso smaht
I coo-duh hyyyyyda horin my haht”
- from “All that I needed was you”, Mother/Earthbound Zero
Yes, it’s about time for some more Earthbound/Mother series content for your “enjoyment.” If it’s true that the Mother series is, conceptually speaking, a lighthearted take on a Japanese person’s concepts and stereotypes of American culture, then apparently the average concept of Americans is that we like to jam out in front of strangers with up-tempo singing and dancing to slightly cheesy, bluesy cowboy rock with ridiculously chauvinistic lyrics. Of course, you might be less likely to notice how corny and pig-headed the words are – if the singer didn’t sound like a castrated choirboy with a thick Japanese accent and mouth full of cotton-balls:
“Half of a man” indeed. Seriously, though, that voice may be obnoxious and the lyrics unbearably vapid, but just try listening to that tune and not tap your toes. God, why do I love this song so hard? It makes no sense. Continue Reading…
Well, this bites. I suppose you could say it was a good day today, I got some decent work done, had a good meeting that I came out of feeling hopeful, inspired, with a sense of direction. Now though I suddenly find myself awake at 3:00 in the morning, crashing from that high into the same old stinking rotten depression that’s haunted me forever. I’m not even sure what set this off. I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of being a loser, being pathetic, in particular I think about my art or drawings and how terrible they are and what a no-talent hack I truly am. I mean just look at the image I put in the post. It’s atrocious. On top of that, I know I won’t have much spare time anymore for trying to improve myself and my so-called ‘artistic abilities’ now that I’ve reached a point at my work where it’s do or die, and everyone’s counting on me to kick things up a notch. (Bam.)
Oh, it would be so easy to fall back into my old paterns of distractions and time-wasting diversions. Oh wait. That’s exactly what I’m doing right… now.
Come on man, go to bed, go to bed, don’t give in to this temptation… Zzzzz…
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