There is no way I have $80 for MLB.TV, but sitting here watching the Red Sox first spring training game of the season, live on my little PC, with the guys from NESN doing the call… if I had it, I’d spend it.
Now.
Last night, Whiny and I were riding back from church, listening to WPRK (per usual). I love PRK. There is no place else around here where you can listen to reggae one minute, classic country the next, followed by an hour of punk and then a piece by Mozart.
Anyway, as with most college radio, there’s a bit of experimentation that takes place. (i.e., You get to hear a lot of scary crap.) We heard this song last night that was pretty much just a steady beat punctuated by weird noises and a guy singing in monotone. So, naturally, we started singing with him and making up our own words, like: “Oh my God. This song sucks. How did I ever. Pass fourth grade. When will I. Change the note.” etc.
From that, we came up with a song that makes us laugh hysterically, but that not even the rest of this warped family understands. I harbor no hope that you will.
Think steady, electronic drum beat and a nerdy, pale dude (i.e., me) singing…
This is the funkiest song I’ve ever written.
It’s so damned funky, I scare myself with its funkitude.
And if I write another funky song,
I’ll use this one as a template to reach the heights of funkdom.
And be the Grand Master of Funk!
It’s so gonna be a hit.
I know this is a little old, but seeing as how it’s the first thing my 10th favoritest Canadian has posted in months (and seeing as how I’ve never seen it, and it’s funny as h3ll), I thought I’d share.
Welcome back, Bill. I’ve got two months of abuse all saved up for ya!
My hero, my idol, my role model, the fictional character that represents all that is good in the world (or at least all that is nerdy and bandaged), Les Nessman, will not be heard doing the farm report any time soon on your DVD player. Since there’s so much music inherent in the soundtrack of the show, they would either have to pay a licensing fee every song or *shudder* replace them with new music.*
Right. I can just hear it now… instead of Ted Nugent, we’ll hear Dr. Johnny Fever spinning public domain sound files. And Venus Flytrap will get all funkay with American Idol rejects. (Actually, I’ve heard that the recent syndications of the show have done just that!)
Oh well. At least you can find some fine WKRP sound bites on the web (for now).
As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly!
*Wired News: Copyrights Keep TV Shows off DVD
[ via Cincinnati native, Sgt. Grump ]
Wow. Three years. Whodathunk?
It’s been such a long, strange trip, hasn’t it? Just consider the facts.* Back when this blog was born:
Man, does that bring back memories. I remember all the kids were listening to Linkin Park and Avril Lavigne and Pink… the top TV shows were Friends, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Sex and the City… and how ’bout those Winter Olympics, huh?
I just don’t know where the time goes.
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You know that little random quotes thing in the upper right? I helped Peat add one to his blog last night. And while I’ve been maintaining the quotes directly in the database, I thought I’d be nice and write some simple add/delete/view scripts for him, so he wouldn’t have to muck around in MySQL.
Well, for a limited time, I’m gonna give you access to add your own quotes (complete with a link to your own blog). Just fill in the blanks and push the button. I’m not worried that you’re going to hurt anything. It’s just a fricking blog. (However, I reserve the right to alter or delete any quote, ya nutballs.)
By the way, we’re burning Natalie at the stake.
Why?
Because either she has the power to predict the future, and she has not used said power to make us all rich, or Deion Sanders stole her idea, and she has not used said fact to sue him and make us all rich.
Either way… she’s toast.*
Still working on the songs. They’ll get done when they get done. I just needed the public promises (kept or not) to get me motivated again. I know it’s sick, but you’re the idiot reading this…
Last night, we finally watched Super Size Me. It was very entertaining, and I would recommend it as required viewing in school health classes. In order to encourage people (especially kids) to make the right choices, you have to give them a clear picture. I place negative reinforcement (“Eat this and die!”) in the category of “good information.”
That said, the movie really has three themes: “McDonald’s sucks,” “Kids aren’t being educated properly,” and “Ooh! Let’s do a science project!”
Man, you miss one little self-imposed deadline, and your brain won’t shut up about it!
It’s not like I sat on my ass and watched cooking shows and movies or took multiple naps…
Err… ok, it is like that. But at least I didn’t play City of Heroes or Call of Duty online all weekend… except that I did that too… and worked on the new season for the SGCBL… *whine* but I did the laundry… and I cleaned the pool… *pout* so, stop making me feel guilty for not finishing a song, stupid brain.
Oh, well, the creative process is a journey, not a destination. Right? Right??
Bite me.
