So Creepy

I still say he's the spittin' image of Quentin Tarantino (all forehead and chin).

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-Sally

Yo Ho

I freaking love this song, but it makes me want to cry a lot. Kind of in a good way ('cause it's just amazingly good) but also in a not good way (seeing as the lyrics are heartbreaking and all).

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-Sally

My First Videoless Post

I'm not even going to share a link. There's no link to share. Something just really made me mad this morning, and I have to vent about it.
A person I'm Facebook friends with (who I don't know if I'd necessarily talk to outside of Facebook; she's mainly a friend of my dad's) posted yesterday that a thirteen year old friend of her daughter's committed suicide a few days ago. I didn't know the girl, but that is horrible and very, very sad news and I was about to sympathize with her.
Until she went on to say that the girl was obsessed with My Chemical Romance, the suicide was their fault, they promote suicide and they should be boycotted.
(Cue the Price Is Right losing horn.)
I cannot fucking believe people are still stupid enough to think things like that.
"A kid committed suicide; it was obviously the fault of the music she listened to and not, oh, I don't know, very deep and severe emotional problems that she didn't bother to turn to her friends or family to help her with."
What if the girl had been, like, a huge Taylor Swift fan? Nobody would blame Taylor Swift for the suicide. She's cute and blonde and sings country songs. My Chemical Romance has black hair and recorded an album about a guy dying of cancer (which is what I assume was being referenced when she said they "promote suicide"). They're goth pop, what do you expect them to write songs about?
All I'm saying is suicide exists in all music fandoms. I'm sure there are Taylor Swift fans who have killed themselves and the families of those victims probably praised Taylor Swift and played her at the funeral. No such sympathy for bands who dye their hair black.
Didn't blaming bands for suicides kind of die in the 1980s? Didn't everyone grow some fucking brain cells after that and realize that blaming the bands is the most motherfucking idiotic thing a person could do?
What band (besides Dethklok, but they're not real) actually wants their fans dead? None of them. Not one. Because, besides the obvious "If they had no fans, they'd have no career" point, it's been my experience that most bands really like their fans. Sure, they don't know them all personally or anything, but bands always seem to be really appreciative of the love and support their fans give them, and they seem to love being able to connect with however many people happen to love their music.
Earlier today the Facebook friend posted an "I was out of line" retraction, but only after Ivy basically told her off for being a goddamn idiot. (Ivy actually knows the singer from My Chemical Romance so her argument had a little extra weight than if I were to post "Hey, I barely know you, but you are wrong.") It's too late, though; I've lost a lot of respect for her.
I lose respect for anyone who refuses to see suicide as a product of very serious emotional problems and instead tries to shift the blame to the things the victim enjoyed.
I listen to My Chemical Romance and I haven't ever commited suicide. Not even once. I also watch a lot of slasher movies. And I have never brutally killed stupid bimbos in their underwear, even when they disturbed my grave on a full moon.
The fact that she even thought "it's the band's fault," let alone posted it for everyone to see, makes me think I should unfriend her.

So Glad He's Back

The past two nights on Conan have had brief moments that cracked me up so sufficiently I'm convinced I woke up the neighborhood with my laughter.
Monday night's show had the newest Harry Potter trailer:



And last night there was the clip from Oprah's final Favorite Things episode:



The Oprah one makes me laugh just thinking about it. I think it's her big, maniacal laugh.
I agree with Andy Richter, she's my new favorite supervillain.

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-Sally

I Don't Know; I Don't Speak French

All I know is it's catchy and I love it.

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-Sally

Speaking Of Lin Shaye And Insidious

Here's a clip from Insidious that features Lin Shaye.



I have got to see this movie!

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-Sally

Why'd I Customize My Van When I Don't Even Own One?

I have to admit, the part where he bites the head of the stuffed animal still upsets me. Because I am a sissy. But other than that, this video rocks!

My friend Alisa occasionally puts together The Salon, where her artsy friends can share things they've been working on. Last night I read and sang something, which was nerve racking and I shook the whole time, but everybody was very very nice about it and it was a good experience overall.
And, I have to geek out about this: Lin Shaye, one of my favorite actresses (she was Granny Boone in the 2001 Maniacs movies and she had small parts in A Nightmare On Elm Street, Wes Craven's New Nightmare and Killer Pad; she's also in Insidious, which isn't out yet but I'm really, really looking forward to it. It looks amazing) was there, and she told me I did a good job. And she hugged me.
Lin Shaye hugged me! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
I'm a happy, happy fangirl.

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-Sally

Pick Me Up A Cruller And A Cup Full Of Tea

And any other sweetbreads you happen to see!



Voltaire rocks!!! (And, in this cartoon, he is a rock! Awesome.)

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-Sally

What Cigarette Do You Smoke, Doctor?

I love this commercial 'cause, even if they were still allowed to show cigarette ads on television, they couldn't get away with this now.
I'm certain there are still doctors who smoke. They're human beings; we all have bad habits.
What I hate is the Youtube comments on old cigarette ads. Everybody's all uppity and high and mighty and "Oh, they all died of cancer and pulmonary disease." You know what? Snotty comments like that make me want to take up smoking just to piss you off.
Although they don't make my brand anymore...



Oh hell yes! I want that fabulous life! I want to dance and sing cigarette commercial jingles with my rich, 1950s friends! I want to feel the breath of fresh air that comes from the recessed filter! I want to understand what the hell "breath of fresh air that comes from the recessed filter" means!
Oh, cigarette commercials. You make everything seem so fabulous.
(Now let's watch my comment section get filled with snotty "smoking kills you" talk. Which I will ignore. 'Cause I know smoking's bad for you. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy cigarette ads.)

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-Sally

Who Is That Guy, Anyway?

Not Little Richard; the other guy.



What's embarassing is, decades later, I still get this song stuck in my head sometimes. And I hadn't actually watched this commercial since it aired before today. But pretty much every time I see a Taco Bell my brain sings "Chicken soft taco, chicken burrito, chicken meximelt..."
But don't ask me any useful information, like what's seven times nine or where Kentucky is.

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-Sally

This Is Awesome

Cab Calloway is the man. The Nicholas Brothers are the mans, too.

On a completely unrelated note, I want to complain about one of the guests on Conan last night, and this is the only internet ranty place I have that my cousin doesn't read, and I have to watch what I say lest I hurt her feelings 'cause she's all obsessed with Glee (eyeroll).
Leah Michelle (or whatever; I don't give enough of a fuck about her to find out if I spelled her name correctly; she doesn't deserve spellcheck) from Glee was on Conan last night. I hated her the second she started talking. Every word out of her mouth made me want to cause her intense physical pain. I didn't know it was possible but she struck me as simultaneously genuinely perky and phony in all ways. I've never watched Glee and I don't know anything about this girl other than her appearance on Conan last night, but based on that I absolutely despise her and I'm really mad that I decided to record the whole episode because now I have her trapped on VHS forever. I can't tape over her because I did like the song Conan and Jack White played after Little Miss Obnoxious's segment.
Okay. Sorry, rant over. I'm gonna watch Cab Calloway again. There's nothing about him that can be disliked.

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-Sally

Conan Premieres Tonight!

I'm excited!

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-Sally

Mother Approved Television

Here are two videos sent to my by my mom:





Did I mention my mom is awesome?

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-Sally

Do You Want To See A Crazy Lady Fall Apart In Front Of You

Heydillyhey all my no readers! Let's play "Which Version Of Not Getting Married Today Do You Like Better?"

Heather Laws...



Madeline Kahn...



or Carol Burnett?



Bonus points to whoever can figure out and let me know who the heck Heather Laws reminds me of.

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-Sally

Would You Like To Try A Combo Meal?

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-Sally

Oh. That Was Easy.

Okay, so Youtube had clips from Carrie: The Musical.



And, honestly, it looks kind of awesome.



I guess even though it flopped on Broadway some companies still do the show. Why they never perform it in a city I can easily get to, I do not know. I'd love to go see it.

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-Sally

Anybody Without A Last Name Has Gotta Be A Little Weird

I don't think it would be wise of me to post all twelve segments on this blog, but here's Part One of the televised version of It's A Bird, It's A Plane, It's Superman!



Now if only I could find footage from Carrie: The Musical.
Oh my god, somebody needs to make a TV movie of that! How do I make that happen?

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-Sally

Please Enjoy This Rapping Dog

Oh, Titanic The Animated Musical, you so crazy.
And as long as we're talking about dogs and things that make me laugh hysterically, I'd like you to meet Rusty:



*Bound, bound, snore!*
There's a seat reserved for me in the level of Hell for people who laugh at narcoleptic dogs.

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-Sally

GYAAAAAAHHH!!!!!

Robots are creepy.

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-Sally

Refined Valley Dude Seeks No Fatties

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-Sally

<--- The Line --->

We all know I'm a fan of That Guy With The Glasses, AKA Doug Walker. Other than watching some of the Nostalgia Chick's videos, I haven't really strayed from Walker's videos on thatguywiththeglasses.com. (Bum Reviews are my favorites.)
Yesterday, however, Ivan and Amanda proved once again that I need to expand my horizons when they showed me a couple of videos from The Spoony Experiment (spoonyexperiment.com), which is TGWTG related.
The first one they showed me was basically a Rifftrax of the video tape that came with the Dungeons And Dragons Junior game, Dragon Strike. The other was about brilliant early 1990s Wendy's training videos, including the awesome songs Hot Drinks:



Cold Drinks:



Got To Serve The Drinks (holy god, why do the drinks need three videos?):



and, of course, Chili Can Be Served With Cheese:



I have drawn the obvious conclusion that, because Spoony (AKA Noah Antwiler) introduced me to these videos, I must marry him. Or murder him. I'm not sure which.
(DISCLAIMER: All threats of a murderous or matrimonial nature are intended for humerous purposes only and are not to be taken seriously. Unless he's interested. Hey Spoony, call me!)

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-Sally

He Could Be Any One Of A Dozen Other Potato Headed Men

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-Sally