Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Here Are Some More '80s Videos
I Wanna Be A Lifeguard by Blotto
You Spin Me 'Round (Like A Record) by Dead Or Alive
Just Got Lucky by JoBoxers
Working Girl by The Members
The Riddle by Nik Kershaw
What Is Love? by Howard Jones
Be seeing you.
-Sally
You Spin Me 'Round (Like A Record) by Dead Or Alive
Just Got Lucky by JoBoxers
Working Girl by The Members
The Riddle by Nik Kershaw
What Is Love? by Howard Jones
Be seeing you.
-Sally
New York Has A New Problem
I remember this trailer as vividly as I remember staring at the cover art for A Nightmare On Elm Street 3.
Jason Takes Manhattan is the first horror movie I really remember seeing advertised and, not surprisingly, it frightened but fascinated me and was just one of those little seeds planted that turned me into the horror fan I am today. Also, I never would have admitted it then, but I kinda wanted to see it and now every time I hear how terrible it is, I get a little defensive (in spite of the fact that I still haven't seen it). Yeah, that seed was planted deep.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Jason Takes Manhattan is the first horror movie I really remember seeing advertised and, not surprisingly, it frightened but fascinated me and was just one of those little seeds planted that turned me into the horror fan I am today. Also, I never would have admitted it then, but I kinda wanted to see it and now every time I hear how terrible it is, I get a little defensive (in spite of the fact that I still haven't seen it). Yeah, that seed was planted deep.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
That Rap Video By MC Escher
Last night I had a dream that I was trapped in an episode of Family Guy (kind of) and Peter was dressed like a bear and said something about "Walking like a sideways bear." I knew that was wrong, but it took me a while to figure out why. When I finally figured out the actual quote, the song got stuck in my head and, when I woke up, the song was still stuck in my head. So, naturally, I had to go find it.
And, if you can handle, it, someone looped it for ten minutes:
Be seeing you.
-Sally
And, if you can handle, it, someone looped it for ten minutes:
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Fangirl's Dilemma
For most of my life I've had a problem with female musicians, and lately that problem has turned into a full on war in my head over one woman in particular.
First, some back story: I can't think of a single female musician I'm a fan of who I don't want to punch in the throat. I don't know why, but the women who make music that appeals to me tend to have, at least in the interviews I read, personalities that make me tense, angry and verbally violent.
It actually makes me worry about my own aspirations; if I become a musician will I end up hating me? Will my outward personality turn into one similar to those of the women I find repellant?
I'm only really talking frontwomen here; I have no problems with Lyn-Z or Kitty from Mindless Self Indulgence, or Pamela and Elizabeth from Gogol Bordello (hell, Elizabeth gave me a setlist so as far as I'm concerned she's my best friend I've never spoken to).
Looking at my music collection, I don't have a lot of albums by women, probably because when I find out how much I dislike these chicks as people (or at least as the personas they put forth), I like their music less and get rid of their albums. From where I'm sitting, I can see Hole (sure, she got to marry Kurt Cobain, but Courtney Love seems quite abrasive), Lady Gaga (come on, the woman is pretention personified), Tori Amos (oh, no, wait, she's pretention personified) and The Dresden Dolls (I'll get to her in a second), and that's it.
And The Dresden Dolls is where the inspiration for this post comes from.
When I first heard their music, I tried incredibly hard to make a conscious effort to not read anything about the band, not read any interviews with Amanda Palmer. I really, really liked their music and didn't want them tarnished by my aversion to female musicians.
But I failed. I picked up a magazine featuring an interview and ever since then I've hated myself for liking this band.
I'm going to say right now that I think a lot of the problem lies with my frustration that I'm not a professional musician with enviable fashion sense (something that Courtney Love, Lady Gaga, Tori Amos and Amanda Palmer all are). On one level, these negative reactions are pure jealousy.
On an entirely different level, however, Amanda Palmer strikes me as the most arrogant, self involved, in love with herself twat on the motherfucking planet. Her music claims low self esteem, but the woman claims her middle name is "Fucking," thus turning her name into an exclamation proclaiming her own greatness. I can't respect a person who's that goddamn self centered. Why should I?
I don't remember a lot of specifics about the interview I read, but I do remember she came off as pretentious and arrogant; she seemed so repellant I couldn't bring myself to finish reading the article. And now every time I hear her name I get tense and am filled with the desire to break something.
But there's a small part of me that kinda loves her. Part of it is the fact that she never wears pants (although I am mostly heterosexual, I am intensely fascinated by women's legs), part of it is that she's friends with Voltaire (at the very least, she sings the female half of one of my favorite of his songs), part of it is that I still really, really like her music.
I mean, Runs In The Family is one of the awesomest songs ever written:
But that doesn't change the fact that I can't stand the thought of her.
Part of me wants desperately for something to happen that'll redeem her in my eyes (I think this is the part of me that knows she's a friend of friends and wants to like her because they do) but the rest of me can't get past that self aggrandizing attitude she's painted herself with.
And the fact that her fans (at least the ones I'm friends with on Facebook) build her up to deity-like proportions make me hate her all the more.
Seriously, she's already completely in love with herself, she doesn't need our help.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
First, some back story: I can't think of a single female musician I'm a fan of who I don't want to punch in the throat. I don't know why, but the women who make music that appeals to me tend to have, at least in the interviews I read, personalities that make me tense, angry and verbally violent.
It actually makes me worry about my own aspirations; if I become a musician will I end up hating me? Will my outward personality turn into one similar to those of the women I find repellant?
I'm only really talking frontwomen here; I have no problems with Lyn-Z or Kitty from Mindless Self Indulgence, or Pamela and Elizabeth from Gogol Bordello (hell, Elizabeth gave me a setlist so as far as I'm concerned she's my best friend I've never spoken to).
Looking at my music collection, I don't have a lot of albums by women, probably because when I find out how much I dislike these chicks as people (or at least as the personas they put forth), I like their music less and get rid of their albums. From where I'm sitting, I can see Hole (sure, she got to marry Kurt Cobain, but Courtney Love seems quite abrasive), Lady Gaga (come on, the woman is pretention personified), Tori Amos (oh, no, wait, she's pretention personified) and The Dresden Dolls (I'll get to her in a second), and that's it.
And The Dresden Dolls is where the inspiration for this post comes from.
When I first heard their music, I tried incredibly hard to make a conscious effort to not read anything about the band, not read any interviews with Amanda Palmer. I really, really liked their music and didn't want them tarnished by my aversion to female musicians.
But I failed. I picked up a magazine featuring an interview and ever since then I've hated myself for liking this band.
I'm going to say right now that I think a lot of the problem lies with my frustration that I'm not a professional musician with enviable fashion sense (something that Courtney Love, Lady Gaga, Tori Amos and Amanda Palmer all are). On one level, these negative reactions are pure jealousy.
On an entirely different level, however, Amanda Palmer strikes me as the most arrogant, self involved, in love with herself twat on the motherfucking planet. Her music claims low self esteem, but the woman claims her middle name is "Fucking," thus turning her name into an exclamation proclaiming her own greatness. I can't respect a person who's that goddamn self centered. Why should I?
I don't remember a lot of specifics about the interview I read, but I do remember she came off as pretentious and arrogant; she seemed so repellant I couldn't bring myself to finish reading the article. And now every time I hear her name I get tense and am filled with the desire to break something.
But there's a small part of me that kinda loves her. Part of it is the fact that she never wears pants (although I am mostly heterosexual, I am intensely fascinated by women's legs), part of it is that she's friends with Voltaire (at the very least, she sings the female half of one of my favorite of his songs), part of it is that I still really, really like her music.
I mean, Runs In The Family is one of the awesomest songs ever written:
But that doesn't change the fact that I can't stand the thought of her.
Part of me wants desperately for something to happen that'll redeem her in my eyes (I think this is the part of me that knows she's a friend of friends and wants to like her because they do) but the rest of me can't get past that self aggrandizing attitude she's painted herself with.
And the fact that her fans (at least the ones I'm friends with on Facebook) build her up to deity-like proportions make me hate her all the more.
Seriously, she's already completely in love with herself, she doesn't need our help.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Monday, January 17, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Okay, I'm Officially Terrified
Holy fuck, old Disney cartoons were dark:
Let's lighten the mood a little, shall we?
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Let's lighten the mood a little, shall we?
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
We Repeated Those Eight Notes Fifty Four Times. I Counted.
I love this video. It makes me laugh, and that's all that really matters in life. And it has passed on to me the curse of hearing Pachelbel's Canon in every damn song. Thanks a lot, dude! (Actually, I don't really mind.)
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Videos About Dancing!
The Yes Dance:
New Dance In School:
Evolution Of Dance:
Puttin' On The Ritz:
(And as long as we're talking Fred Astaire, here's a link to Top Hat, White Tie And Tails: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fizrfcAI13A)
And, of course, the newspaper dance from Summer Stock:
I'm insanely jealous of everyone who knows how to dance.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
New Dance In School:
Evolution Of Dance:
Puttin' On The Ritz:
(And as long as we're talking Fred Astaire, here's a link to Top Hat, White Tie And Tails: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fizrfcAI13A)
And, of course, the newspaper dance from Summer Stock:
I'm insanely jealous of everyone who knows how to dance.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Congratulations, Conan!
So, you know how I have that hero worship thing for Conan O'Brien going on? Yeah, he won a People's Choice Award last night, which I totally helped him get (meaning I voted for the People's Choice Awards last month. Apparently all my write in votes for Leverage, however, did no good).
Here's his acceptance speech:
And here he is answering unhearable press questions backstage:
Go Team Conan!
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Here's his acceptance speech:
And here he is answering unhearable press questions backstage:
Go Team Conan!
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Y'all Are Talking Elizabethan Crazy Talk
Before I ever had a desire to start watching Angel (a series I'm almost done with now), Amanda showed me this video of Amy Acker's screen test which was, according to Amanda (don't know where she gets her info), entirely improvised, at least on Amy Acker's part:
It's actually less funny now that I'm familiar with the love triangle between Fred, Gunn and Wesley, but it still makes me laugh.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
It's actually less funny now that I'm familiar with the love triangle between Fred, Gunn and Wesley, but it still makes me laugh.
Be seeing you.
-Sally
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Have I Told You Lately That I Love Matt Berry?
Matt Berry is the Largest Ham In England and, thanks to my weakness for hammy actors, I adore him, even if he's a volcano...
...or a gummi bear...
...or looking strangely like Paul F. Tompkins.
I first realized how great Matt Berry is when I saw the One Track Lover video on Darkplace...
(although I have to admit my favorite part of the song is Richard Ayoade's rap at the end. Someday Richard Ayoade may get a post on this blog dedicated to him; I love him, too) but the adoration was really solidified when he was given the greatest first appearance in the history of television:
Douglas quickly beat out Moss as my favorite character on The IT Crowd, thanks to Matt Berry's glorious overacting. And he's a hell of a musician (the next video isn't a video; it's just a picture but I love the song. The second video is a video, from a show he did called Snuff Box):
And, I leave you with this final thought:
Be seeing you.
-Sally
...or a gummi bear...
...or looking strangely like Paul F. Tompkins.
I first realized how great Matt Berry is when I saw the One Track Lover video on Darkplace...
(although I have to admit my favorite part of the song is Richard Ayoade's rap at the end. Someday Richard Ayoade may get a post on this blog dedicated to him; I love him, too) but the adoration was really solidified when he was given the greatest first appearance in the history of television:
Douglas quickly beat out Moss as my favorite character on The IT Crowd, thanks to Matt Berry's glorious overacting. And he's a hell of a musician (the next video isn't a video; it's just a picture but I love the song. The second video is a video, from a show he did called Snuff Box):
And, I leave you with this final thought:
Be seeing you.
-Sally
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