So it may not be daily – but we must post as we discover. I logged into my facebook today.  A friend of mine has a photo of himself with Glen and this was left on the comments:

“A friend of mine used to date him. As the story goes the man who sang “Mother” (the best driving song of all time) had a favorite movie. If you said “Disney’s Land Before Time” you get the toaster oven and the trip to Jamaica. Nice snap.”

Just thought you should know.

Danzig likes dinosaurs.

www.manbaby.com

I have no idea what is going on here. People dressed as vikings and dinosaurs and speaking German. Dinos in Jeans

I am a geek.  A fact that has been demonstrated many times over. The nerd in me reared her head this morning when I came across They Might Be Giants’ most recent endeavor.  Immediately, overwhelming glee shot through me and I shook my tiny fists with excitement while whispering under my breath, “YES.”

A few years back TMBG parlayed their genius into a little book/cd combo of lullabies called, “BED BED BED” which featured Kimya Dawson. Apparently, this launched the release several DVDs aimed at educating kids on various topics through music videos that I was completely unaware of until this morning.  And like Saturday night’s party came back on Sunday, I was full of happiness and childlike nostalgia watching this.

Even though they aren’t singing on this one the animation and essence turned me into goo. It led me down a path to discover they did a little song about Davy Crockett in Space. Hell yeah.

Now I have outgrown a lot of things that I have loved.  Barbies. Numerology. Goth. But there are times, sometimes days or even weeks that I just want to listen to TMBG and just be really, really fucking happy.

Many a time, their lyrics seep into the juke-box inside my head, set off by something little.  I’ll look at the sun and think, “The sun is a mass of incandescent gas, a giant nuclear furnace…” I hear whistling and think about Whistling in the Dark.  In the grocery store I hum, “I returned as a bag of groceries, accidentally taken off the shelf before the expiration date.”  I could go on and on, because it happens.  A lot. It’s a problem. I know.

Not only have TMBG made a lot of catchy tunes, but often their visual style is playful, cartoonish, and whimsical as demonstrated in their music videos and live shows.  In fact, I’ve been to a lot of shows in my life, and I have forgotten a lot of shows in my life, but the one and only time I saw the Johns it was one of the most memorable ever.  My cohort and I screamed song lyrics like 2-year-olds on an Easter sugar high while dancing like retards.  If that’s not the embodiment of happiness, I don’t know what is?

Now I don’t have kids and if I ever do, it probably won’t be for a long, long time – if ever – but if I do – they will be on a steady diet of this in hopes that they will grow up to be as much of a geek as I am.  In a country that raises kids way to fast, aspiring to be like Britney Spears  – I don’t think that’s so much of a bad thing.

One of my co-workers offered to buy everyone in the office ice cream. YAY Free Ice Cream.  This bout of good-will by a person I consider my comrade in jaded embitterment was probably brought on by gaining the approval of his soon to be fiancé’s parents… but I like to think it was an offering to shut another co-co-worker up.  We’ll call her Gabby. Gabby has a lot of time on her hands right now and is the kind of girl that incessantly talks about the kind of things that makes me loathe my gender.   Today, she discovered something called a treadmill desk and proceeded to research it and update anyone who was listening or even anyone who wasn’t listening about everything she discovered.  SO naturally, when free ice cream was offered up – she jumped right on it and even offered to look up the closest place to get it.  Behold the result, the most unappetizing place on earth (or at least west of la brea):

Millions of Milkshakes AKA Vomit in a Cup. Granted – I cannot speak to the quality of their milkshakes. I couldn’t get past grotesque website that made my stomach turn.  It’s kind of indicative of everything I hate about Hollywood and my industry.

FIRST, Milkshakes are not ICE CREAM.  IT’S A FUCKING MILKSHAKE.  SECOND, why on earth would I ever want anything in my mouth named after Perez Hilton, any Kardashian or Spencer Pratt?  That is the opposite of goodness.

Now I do like free things. It’s true. And I do like Ice Cream.  So I tried to find something that sounded appealing, but I kept vomiting in my mouth a little, which I imagine is what a Lindsay Lohan shake must taste like.

I did not end up ordering anything.   Others reported that their shakes were too malty.

http://www.millionsofmilkshakes.com/

Sure it’s a car commercial… but it’s AWESOME.

I like to imagine that at The Golden Girls series wrap party, Bea, Rue, Estelle, and Betty all went on a bender and decided to get matching tattoos.  I can only dream.

“The Pee-wee Herman Show,” starring Paul Reubens, will have a limited engagement run from Nov. 19 to 29 at the Music Box @ Fonda in Hollywood.

“I’ve put part of him away for a long time but part of him has always been here with me,” the soft-spoken actor said in an interview today. “I think it will be like riding a bike — which is not a bad analogy for Pee-wee, by the way.”

More at LA TIMES.

I never saw the movie this is for — but I will now.  Happy Cinco De Mayo.

I could watch it a million times… my head is totally exploding.

Recently, I had the pleasure of going to the LA premiere of CORALINE. Lemme tell you, it is a visual extravaganza – eye candy in your face. Neil Gaimon, author of the original story said that after his first draft, he sent it to Henry Selick because he had to get it to the director of THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS and he knew that because he actually read the credits. They partnered with LAIKA, a stop-start animation studio in Portland so it was made outside outside of the studio system – you can tell they were able to make the movie they wanted – “out of lo-fi technology that is almost as old as filmmaking itself.”

The entire thing is hand made – in a 4-inch cat, you will have about 100 parts.   All of it has the creepy aesthetics that made Nightmare wonderful, Elfman didn’t do the soundtrack, but the score almost sounds as if Joanna Newsome composed it in the circus.  They Might Be Giants have a song in it and considering I am a giant nerd, my head nearly exploded. YOh and Um. It’s in 3-D.

Yeah. Stop-Start Animation in 3-D bitches.

GO SEE IT. GO SEE IT THIS WEEKEND. ON A BIG SCREEN. IN 3-D.

P.S. The Mouse Circus nearly blew my mind.

I have seen more Cramps shows then probably any other band. It’s true. I’m sad I never will again.

Lux Interior, front man of legendary punk band the Cramps, is dead.

Born Erick Lee Purkhiser on October 21, 1948 in Stow, Ohio, Lux Interior was one of the band’s founding members. In 1972, Purkhiser picked up a hitchhiker named Kristy “Poison Ivy” Wallace in Sacramento, CA. They fell in love and moved to New York City, where they formed the Cramps in 1976, along with Bryan Gregory and his sister, Pam. Though the backing line up has changed over the years, Lux Interior and Poison Ivy helmed the band together for over 30 years.

The Cramps have had too many impressive albums and singles to name here. Suffice it to say that they were among the first bands to fuse punk with rockabilly and that their music, style and ferocious performances have had an enormous influence on subsequent generations.