Entries from August 2008 ↓

The Hilton Hotel Empire Strikes Back

“Debate is hot!”

Looks like those feisty Hilton women aren’t just taking up space: They’re actually taking on John McCain’s use of daughter Paris’s image in a controversial campaign ad, “Celeb,” that attacks Barack Obama.

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The Cruelest Joke.

“Here’s my card…Death.”

Caricaturist Drew Friedman sums up the psychopathic presidency of George W. Bush in this illustration, “No Joke,” for Vanity Fair, brought to yours truly’s attention via Boing Boing.

Scrub the Data

control-alt-delete

When director James Frost decided that he wanted to make a music video without cameras or lights, but instead using ultra-high bandwidth laser scanners, he wrote up a concept and sent it to the group he thought would be most responsive: Radiohead.

They bit. The result, “House of Cards,” is as eerie and emotionally unraveled as you’d expect from the R. (Thanks to Core 77 for the tip.) Special bonuses include a “how they did it” short, as well as frames you can roll under your mouse and see interpolate in real time.

Ernie & Bert: Stickin’ Mad Heat in Your #%&*@! Face!

“FLAVA!!!!!”

If asked why M.O.P.’s “Ante Up” has possibly become the video mashup bed of choice, part of me—the part sloshing with ego—would love to take a little credit, due to efforts on a shotgun wedding of Hairspray with Brownsville, B’klyn’s official national anthem.

The rational part of me, though, would merely defer to superior skills, like those of Stian Hafstad. (I can’t read a word of his blog, but pictures are universal.) The Norwegian’s 580,000-views clip hilariously fuses Mashout Posse’s original track with rambunctious footage of Sesame’s Street‘s Ernie and Bert, monsters, and sheep. Even funnier than the felt-faced duo’s Casino riff, the bit invents tasty new moments, like Bert’s boast of “puttin’ work to the street like a slave.”

While you’re in the neighborhood, though, please check out Hafstad’s “Jay Z vs MacGyver”, which blurs a high-speed run through Jigga’s “Encore” video with the MacGyver TV show intro. I know: It just works. Can’t say why.

WWOD?

“Hi, everybody!”
She clearly didn’t expect to be followed so closely: Oprah Winfrey

Since starting January 1st, a Chicago performer, writer, and artist, Robyn Okrant, 35, has committed a full year to living her life as Oprah Winfrey suggests on her highly-rated TV program, The Oprah Winfrey Show. So, if Oprah says buy white pants, Okrant buys white pants. If Oprah says visit an animal shelter, that’s where she goes.

NPR interviewed her, and she’s writing about the experience on her blog, Living Oprah. No word on whether Oprah approves of this, however.

Out, You Must Let, the Inner Fett

Just a scum-hunting guy on a Saturday night….

It’s a hard life, being Star Wars bounty hunter Boba Fett, going from star system to star system in your spaceship, Slave I, digging through wretched hives of scum and villainy on a thousand known worlds. Sure, if things get too hectic, you can ignite your Mitrinomon Z-6 Jetpack and blast off, but sometimes you need to really…open up…set yourself free…what a feeling….

An Unwilling Suspension of Disbelief.

“So…whassup?”
Sign me up: Obama protesters in St. Petersburg FL

“WHAT ABOUT THE BLACK COMMUNITY, OBAMA?” So asked members of the International People’s Democratic Uhuru Movement, or InPDUM, above, via a large white banner, identical to that in the photo, this past Friday, August 1, during an Obama campaign town hall meeting at the Gibbs High School gym in St Petersburg FL.

The group, according to CNN, consisted of “three young African-American protestors, and two white women.” (“White women,” not protesters? Why not “good white women of our fair city”? What is this: The Scottsboro Boys?)

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Doin’ the Do.

“Yes. And?”
Damn fine, knows it: Michelle Obama

Like me, you’ve been wondering for months: I love Michelle Obama’s hair. How do I get mine to look like that?

“Hi! I’m Johnny Wright! DAMN AMERICA!!”The search is over, thanks to BellaSugar, via New York mag’s “The Cut”: Meet Obama’s hairstylist, right, Frederic Fekkai’s Johnny Wright, no relation to Jeremiah. Tresser-of-choice for such elite as Anita Baker, Vivica A. Fox, and Vanessa Williams, he’s the only man the U.S. Secret Service allows to wage chemical warfare against the Negro kink:

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Fine-Tuning the Racial Contract.

“Do you know the difference?”

Without even a comment, Ray Winbush sent me the link to Jay Smooth’s most recent illdoctrine vlog post, “How To Tell People They Sound Racist.”

Oh, my: It’s a thing of beauty.

No, scratch that: It’s almost a piece of counter-racist science.

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