Thursday, December 11, 2008

Coming Distractions December 16th, 2008

Movies are to the soul as 3 halved Maraschino Cherries are to a can of Fruit Cocktail:

Mamma Mia!
Louis C.K.: chewed up
The Wedding Director
Bangkok Dangerous
Swingtown - 1st Season
The Cheetah Girls: One World
Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea
Teenage Angst
thomas pynchon - a journey into the mind of [p.]
Wesley Willis: The Daddy of Rock'N'Roll (Willis: "Back in 1991, I used to hit old people with folding chairs.")

Wednesday, December 17th we will be closing at 7 p.m. for our holiday staff party. If you worked here you'd be invited too!

Word of the week: Destinesia - Arriving at a location and then forgetting why you went there. Ex. I walked to the office and had an overwhelming sense of destinesia, so I wrote this blog entry.

Last Friday The New York Times posted an article about a Malaysian man who was shot for hogging the microphone at a karaoke bar.

"Karaoke rage is not unheard of in Asia. There have been several reported cases of singers being assaulted, shot or stabbed mid-performance, usually over how songs are sung.

Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” has reportedly generated so many outbursts of hostility that some bars in the Philippines now do not offer it on the karaoke menu anymore. In Thailand this year, a gunman shot eight people dead after tiring of their endless renditions of a John Denver tune." (The John Denver Tune: Take Me Home Country Roads.)

With that in mind, here are some movies in which karaoke appears in a way that either pleases or confuses me or that I have never seen:
Eat Drink Man Woman
Lost in Translation
True Stories
The Cable Guy

Challenge of the week: Create a narrative from these three pictures:

Britain on Top: Apparently the Brits are the most sexually promiscuous people in any large western nation, ahead of Australia, the US, France, the Netherlands, Italy and Germany.

1 comment:

Undead Molly said...

Emma was lonely. She had been a lonely baby, a lonely child, and now she was a lonely adult. Throughout her life she'd always possessed a moderately pleasing appearance; slightly above average intelligence; an interesting variety of hobbies and interests; and a kind and generous disposition despite her isolating disability. For reasons unknown to medical science, Emma emitted a stench that can only be described as what you'd need to scoop off the sidewalk after feeding your dog nothing but stewed prunes and boiled cabbage for a week.

Poor Emma could not meet men at bars or via dating. No matter how interested they might seem at first, no amount of desperation could steel them to tolerate her overpowering body odor for more than an hour.

She ended up spending her days at the DMV. Every morning she would get out of bed, shower, dress nicely, and head over to the dreaded institution top park herself in the uncomfortable folding chairs. There she would try to look bored and slightly irritated while awaiting the arrival of the variety of men who needed to have their licenses renewed that day. Men who would be stuck for long periods of time in the folding chairs with her. Men who were bored and looking for conversation. But most importantly, men who would blame the horrific aroma on the room, never imagining it could possibly be wafting from the pleasant young woman they'd been chatting up.