Apparently cats are extinct and the “pocket whales” craze will take over the Internet in the the next millennium.
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via reddit
Apparently cats are extinct and the “pocket whales” craze will take over the Internet in the the next millennium.
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via reddit
So some smartypants on reddit believes they’ve spotted Carrie Fisher’s coke nail in Return of the Jedi. I have no comment, other than it’s normally the pinky finger, right?
Via Nerdcore
OUCH! First the Democrat’s rapid response video. Now this!
Simple, but effective. Think of the viral video variations on this gag coming soon to a YouTube near you…
What I wrote about this Romney commercial earlier today.
The big ‘Mitt Romney really, really cares about the little people’ messaging hits another major snag
The perfectly formed Neil Innes performs a medley of 3 songs on The Old Grey Whistle Test in 1977. Introduced by a tongue-tied “Whispering” Bob Harris, the always delightful, Neil launches into:
01. “Testing”
02. “Catchphrase”
03. “Randy Raquel”
Tracks taken from Neil’s album Taking Off. And note the late Ollie Halsall on guitar, who was one of The Rutles.
If, like me, you want the BBC to release on DVD and rebroadcast the whole of Neil’s excellent series The Innes Book of Records, then you can sign this handy little petition. I thank you.
Bonus track: Neil performs ‘Catchphrase’ on ‘The Innes Book of Records’, after the jump…
With thanks to Nellym
So this mysterious, undated photo of Bad Brains frontman H.R. and an allegedly young “Brooke Shields” smokin’ the good shit is currently being passed around Facebook and websites like a wildfire. Just to set the record straight, I’m 99.99999999% certain this is not Brooke Shields. That’s not her hairline. It’s not her.
However, if it were, this would have made for the best random photo on the Internet ever.
UPDATE: A rep for Shields tells The Huffington Post “It isn’t her.”
Via BuzzFeed and Facebook
This photo was taken before band pictures on railroad tracks became a cliche
It’s nice to know that in this crazy world, there are some things you can count on; this drunken 1987 radio interview with The Replacements does not disappoint.
Infamous for shooting themselves in the foot professionally with hard partying, frontman Paul Westerberg got sober in 1990, prior to the band’s fizzling breakup. He still produces awesome solo stuff, though he gives off the impression that he’s somehow in hiding because he keeps a pretty low profile these days.
A documentary on the band, Color Me Obsessed: A Film about the Replacements is due out in November; fans await with bated breath!
The above painting titled “Happy Little Cthulhu” is just one of the many pieces for an upcoming (actually it starts today:September 27th - October 21st) Bob Ross-themed show at Portland’s Screaming Sky Gallery.
Read more about the show here.
Via Super Punch
The London cast of Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical perform 2 songs (“Aquarius” and “The Flesh Failures (Let the Sunshine In)”) on BBC’s news show Nationwide, before taking over the studio and getting the presenters, including future coke-snorter, Frank Bough, up to dance.
The original 1968 London production of Hair opened at the Shaftesbury Theater, and provided a starting block for a diverse range of young talent including: Sonja Kristina, Paul Nicholas, Melba Moore, Elaine Paige, Paul Korda, Marsha Hunt, Floella Benjamin, Alex Harvey, Oliver Tobias, Richard O’Brien and Tim Curry. This was where Curry first met future Rocky Horror Picture Show writer O’Brien, and where Alex Harvey conjured up SAHB. Hair ran in London from 1968-1973, for 1,997 performances, until it was forced to close after the theater roof collapsed. It then relocated to the Queen’s Theater, where it ran for a further 111 performances between June and September 1974, when it finally closed. This was the cast performing before the final show on September 28th, 1974.
With thanks to Nellym
In this rarely seen television interview from 1971, the artist Christo explains why he knows what he likes, and what he likes is to create art, and he doesn’t care what others think of his art. It’s the kind of interview one would expect from the Daily Mail or, Prim-and-Proper from Tunbridge Wells, where the intonation is bemused, condescending and, at times, aghast by an artist who has achieved fame by wrapping up landmarks and landscape in plastics and rope.
Christo looks like he could be in Pink Floyd, but even his pop star looks doesn’t stop the interviewer from asking such inane questions as: is Christo mad?
Going by Christo’s responses, I’d reckon this interview was cut short - the whole interview only lasts around a minute-twenty, and the package is padded out with voice over and archive, before the interviewer wonders what Christo will do next:
“...Could he be sizing up the sea perhaps? Or, will he plump for a parcel of the whole world, instead?”
Like I said, inane - though, it doesn’t really matter, as Christo didn’t say.
With thanks to Nellym