I have a fondness for camp and kitschy things. I've fallen in love with the new American Gladiators series NBC is putting out now. It's terrible in the most wonderful ways. I haven't found any youtube clips from the show to illustrate this, but I did find this from the original series, CELEBRITY EDITION. I cannot wait until this series gets to that point, which we all know it will, nay, it must.
Waffling in THREE dimensions.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Gladiators
Saturday, January 05, 2008
This is how the Zombie War begins...
NPR : Three Gorges History Drowning in Rising Reservoir
The ancient village of Dachang was once full of picturesque cobbled streets and ancient wooden temples. Now the village had been reconstituted uphill as a sort of theme park. Workers lay new cobblestones, as men dressed up as Qing Dynasty soldiers guard the gates.
"We feel very proud because the government has spent all this money to move the village," says village employee Lei Haoming. "This means that it will not be submerged, but preserved for people to see in the future, and so we feel that our culture has been well preserved."
As is often the case in China, replication is often confused with historic preservation. The main difference, of course, is that no actual residents live here anymore. They've been relocated so as to facilitate the business of separating tourists from their money.
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Dead pool Regrets
Fidel Castro
Elizabeth Edwards
Nouri Maliki
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Friday, January 04, 2008
Autotroph
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KHAAAAAAN!!
Tony Jay
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Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Relief
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2008 Dead Pool
Top Ten Picks
Don Rickles
Kirk Douglas
Gordon B Hinkley
Stan Lee
Bob Barker
Barbara Bush
Micheal J Fox
Stephen Hawking
Gloria Steinem
Dick Clark
Bonus 5
Sidney Poitier
Jimmy Carter
Margaret Thatcher
Britney Spears
Ted Stevens
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Monday, December 31, 2007
Zoo Years
Oregon Zoo Education: I Love the Zoo Overnight
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Dentist
I just got back from the dentist.
I hate the dentist.
I also hate the Dennis Miller Show, but it directly precedes The Rick Emerson Show.
I like that my dentist appointment only took about half an hour. That is probably my favorite part of visiting the dentist. Half an hour twice a year, or a total one hour a year. It's not too bad when you think about it that way. Also when it's in the morning and you only have brush your teeth and hop in the car.
I hate the music they play in the background. Today it was some easy listening station, KISN? I have no idea. They started playing "That Don't Impress Me Much" and they hygienist started humming along. That song came out in '99. Last century. I still knew all the words.
You can't hear the music when they have the tools in your mouth. That bothers me. Also the tools in my mouth, I don't care for that. It's not a matter of comfort, but it feels far to vulnerable to me, and I keep thinking "THIS IS NOT NATURAL" and wanting to die a natural death at age 50 like an elephant. Elephants are cool. My father tried to teach me the importance of proper dental hygiene using the elephant. You see, the elephant dies of starvation when they lose their last set of molars. If they could brush their teeth, they would live much longer, my dad explained. Unfortunately this metaphor did not have the desired effect. Nature intended us to die when we lose our teeth. Dentistry, I concluded, is contrary to God's Will.
The discomfort of the dentist visit is compounded by my age. The main dentist, he has a sidekick now, is Mormon, as are the majority of the hygienists, and similarly, the patients. I went to the receptionist's son's missionary farewell last year. Being 21, having not served a mission, makes this a little awkward. Just a bit.
A few years ago I was assigned to some church committee to plan stake youth activities. I never really did much and honestly, I probably wouldn't have gone to more than one of the meetings if there wasn't this amazingly beautiful girl also on the committee. I saw her today, dressed in the same scrubs as the hygienists. I looked horrible, as I always do before noon, even more so than usual because I got so little sleep last night. I maintained my composure. I will fade from her short term memory as an unkempt man in pajamas pants and a gray hat. My hat kicks ass.
I think I will get a hair cut today.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Cats Don't Dance
I was reminded of this movie, which I believe my family has lost, tonight by those weird pre-movie quasi-trailers. I can't remember what the announcement was about, maybe snackes? Anyways, it had dancing cats with cleavage and other flavors of hep. It looks like someone has loaded the entire movie on the youtube if you want to watch it.


