Digesting And Spewing Pop Culture Into Your Face

Girl #1: “Blah,blah, concert…, blah,”

Girl #2: I almost dropped out of school after seeing that concert to become a back-up dancer.”

Pretty Girl #1: “Ohmygod!(valley girl accent optional)Justin Beiber posed with his shirt of today!”

Pretty Girl #2: “I kind of wish I was his baby mama.”

I kind of like Kreayshawn. She’s interesting to look at and “Gucci, Gucci” isn’t that bad of a song. It’s rough around the edges rap and has some genuine style to it that isn’t really prevalent in popular ap anymore. This guy brings that edge and then proceeds to shit all over it. Fair warning, this is most definitely not safe for work. I’m not sure it’s safe for anyplace actually but sometimes you have to watch the really absurd stuff to have some fun. I’m still contemplating the scenario of this guy stabbing a woman until she bleeds and whether he used what I think he’s implying he used or just a regular old knife. Seriously, this is some fucked up, ridiculous shit. On that note, enjoy! (also, Go Celtics!)

Apparently, Nintendo felt that a good way to show you how much fun Super Mario Bros. could be, was to show Mario dying on the cover. Who knew?

I had a passing knowledge of the great rock band, Queen, when I was a kid and most of it was from their various anthem rocks. I got my first great taste of what Queen truly was when Bohemian Rhapsody was performed in Wayne’s World. The rawness and abusrdity of the tone of the song was just nuts and the frenetic quality of it’s highs and lows was something I had never heard before. I count the passing of Freddie Mercury form AIDS as one of the greatest losses in the history of rock and roll. It’s always amazed me that no one has come quite so close to stepping up to the plate and bringing that operatic voice to the mainstream again. That dude up there hit’s it out of the fucking park.

I never got a chance to see Queen live and the videos I’ve seen of their performances makes me ache for a chance to see them even more. Maybe this guy, named Marc Martel, can give some of us that chance ‘cuz he sounds just like Freddie. He’s effortless in his ability and he even kind of looks like him. Enjoy!(via Gawker)

Update:
This guy has rightfully taken the internet by storm and this little gem has been discovered as well.

This performance is a a bit old, especially in internet time, but I find myself listening to this version of Lady Gaga’s, Edge of Glory, every once in awhile. I’ve been a huge Stern fan for a long time and even got into some trouble in high school when I insisted on carrying around his second book, Miss America, and had it repeatedly taken from me by teachers because of its perceived racy content. Nevermind the fact that the teacher who took it from me had the nipple-tastic poster of Farrah Fawcett hanging in his office. Let that swirl around in your head for a moment. Here’s some help picturing it too:

I’m also a fan of Lady Gaga. Not a “Little Monster” level fan, but one nonetheless. That goes over well when I tell my friends who look at me and see a straight 31-year-old man who has a scruffy beard and pot belly and could pass as a young Jerry Garcia, minus the drug induced haze. I say, “Fuck it.” I dig her music and her screw you attitude when it comes to her being who she wants to be.

I also love Howard Stern as a performer and most especially, as an interviewer. I have no problem stating the truth when I say that Stern is hands down, the best interviewer alive today. That’s why his interview with Lady Gaga was so good. And that’s why that performance is so damn powerful. He’s got an interesting way of getting those deep dark bits of information out of his guests and then they in turn can let go. Lady Gaga did that when she sang that song. She was letting go.

So check out the video.

It’s fucking good.

I’ve made my case for how ridiculous and stupid the Westboro Baptist Church fucktards are before. Now, one of my favorite rock bands of all time, (seriously, Dave Grohl was in Nirvana too. That still blows my mind.) the Foo Fighters, decided to stage a quicky concert at the Sprint Center in Kansas City, Mo. It also happened to be the same location where the God Hates Fags shit-stains were protesting some ridiculous notion of what they believe is a cause. Really, at this point who cares what they have to say. It is nice to see a group like the Foo provide some comic juxtaposition to these despicable fucks. Sorry if I offend with all of the swears, but these fucksticks really piss me off. Check out the video below and mock those inbred cult losers while enjoying a pretty funny Foo Fighters song.

I know it’s been awhile since I last graced these pages with my presence. In that long meantime, I’ve been told quite a few times by a myriad of people that they miss my ramblings and off kilter posts and I should get back on the horse and provide the wonder and entertainment that is my blog (alright, I may have exaggerated that last bit, but I swear people have told me to write more).

I’ve been busy with all sorts of stuff, mostly school and my newfound hobby of treasure hunting in the dank and dark thrift stores and flea markets that dot the wonderful world of LA County and SoCal. I had been meaning to post my amazing discoveries, but the task of documenting them through photographs and then writing about them seemed somewhat overwhelming. Even more so by the fact that I have a hard enough time listing these things on eBay, so, who has the time to try to make funny quips and inform the masses about all the peculiar trinkets that may be uninteresting except to the most jaded collector.

Now comes this.

I’ve been commanded by my Journalism 310 teacher that I must write in a blog regularly. To that, I say, “Okay.” I will commit to this endeavor not because my friends and family pushed me, but because I want a good grade. So there.

Now, this brings us up to right now today. It is still 9-11 for me though the day has passed for the two other parts of the world that matter most to me right now, that being Massachusetts (Go Pats!) and Belfast, Ireland (I love you Annick.)

I spent most of the day not thinking about 9-11. I have a lot of mixed emotions about it, most of them sad and quite a few regretful. The sad part is easy to understand, as I think most of us have an amazingly profound sense of shared loss. The regret is what really haunts me. I feel like I didn’t do enough after it happened. Sure, I joined the military after it happened (not even for 9-11, but that’s just between you and me). But I wasn’t involved in the wars, whether they were right or wrong. I’m glad I didn’t either, but I still feel like I missed out on something because of it.

The thought of that day wrecks me still. I’m sure, to some degree, that I have deep psychological scars that have never healed and just cover up the other emotional scars from life’s wacky events that never healed fully either.

I don;t like to dwell on what happened that day. It hurts too much. So, the anniversary of it feels even more macabre to me and it brings up feelings I just don’t want to deal with.

Eventually though, my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to pop my head into my favorite forum, NeoGAF, and see what they were talking about in the thread dedicated to today’s events. (It’s here if you’d like to check it out.)

Not surprisingly, it was filled with quite a bit of discussion, some good, some bad, but that’s what these communities look like and it’s often what makes them so darn appealing.

I found myself drawn to a post that mentioned Jon Stewart’s (of the Daily Show) return to the airwaves after the event. I hadn’t remembered ever seeing his response to the events on the air, though I was sure it must be good, as Stewart seems like a pretty reasonable and good-natured person.

It was the most powerful thing I’ve ever watched, Maybe it’s more poignant because it still resonates in retrospect, but it’s honest and it’s heart-breaking and it made me cry. I also don;t think I’m as strong of a person as he is and I wish I could be but I’m still fucking angry. So, I’m sorry if I’ve bored you on this new post but I’ll leave you with this video and stay tuned for some much less despondent and sad posts in the near future.

I went, appropriately enough for me,  retro when I was asked to take photos of something “Traumatic” in my life for my first photo class in school. The trauma is that this NES was lovingly played and cared for for 23 years and it finally took it’s last digital breath. I got it in 1986 as an amazing scavenger hunt orchestrated by my loving parents on my 7th birthday. Little did they know that it would lead down an amazing path of a much loved hobby that turned into my love writing and design as well as my on again off again career in the games industry. Thanks Mom and Dad.