TNG and Sex… Again?

February 7, 2010 at 3:25 pm (a little something for my homos, retro video, style and culture, the internet blows my fucking MIND, they call this SCIENCE) (, , , , , , , )

For some reason, these TNG videos relating to sex abound on youtube. It’s as if hard-core TNG fans with a lot of time on their hands don’t get enough sex to keep them from constantly fixating on it. How odd. ; D Anyway, TNG has enough sexual-innuendo-steerable dialog to feed a horse for at least four months. (Science!)

I posted a couple videos like this over a year ago, but this one is particularly good and long. (Tee hee.)

(This one comes via @peachcherub’s awesome tumblog Random Findings)

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You Can Do A Podcast

January 27, 2010 at 8:05 am (HALP!, I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me so hard., Portland, bucket of dicks, capitalism is wasteful and unsustainable but funny, i see what you're up to, my interesting life, news, no longer relevant, podcasting, style and culture, the internet blows my fucking MIND) (, , , , , , , )

These past two days have been very interesting in the Portland media sphere, and as someone who says he occasionally writes about local media, It’d be an error to ignore this one, though it is a little painful and close to home.

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you’ll recall my post last August, in which I shared my thoughts on initially hearing Tara Dublin in her appearance on Portland Sucks. Since then, I’ve talked to Tara on twitter many times, met her, and even had her as a co-host at 7th Planet Picture Show. My thoughts and comments about her in that post remain firm. She has a strong personality and presence and is very intelligent. (She also struck me as a little bit negative and critical of many things around her in general, but, if I had lost my job due to corporate bullshit, had to deal with rampant, unwarranted sexist criticism, and be a single mother, I would sure as hell be a little bitter, too.)

But, other events, such as Cort and Fatboy’s firing from KUFO, and the general realization that I haven’t touched a real radio since I drove a dinosaur burner, and then only in moments of desperation when I couldn’t find a CD or Loveline wasn’t on (and that stopped when Carolla left the show) have changed my perspective on old radio in general. Or at least driven an idea home.

Old radio is dead. When I was a teenager, I loved reading Robert Heinlein books (now that I’m older and, uh sorta more politically wise, I take issue with Heinlein’s libertarian ideas, but still love many of his creations in general.) One of Heinlein’s ideas about a space-faring future culture described an ailing Earth. Most of the people who knew better or had the ability to do so had long ago left the planet for greener pastures, leaving the ruined husk of a planet for the obstinate, stupid, or incapable. (again, he got a little Ayn Rand, as he was wont to do with the “incapable” thing, but I think I’ll write in a little more detail about my beef with Heinlein, and my love for him later. I welcome the contradictions living inside me as they do in all people.) Well, that planet pretty much represents my idea of “terrestrial” radio. And it’s only going to get worse as the audience gets meaner and more “lowest common denominator” while those who know better seek the better, less commercial-ridden formats that are more and more prevalent and easier to listen to in any situation where radios served in the past.

In short. It’s dead, dead, dead. You can look at terrestrial radio as an ugly dinosaur in the throes of violent death, much like major record labels and any other form of big media that either doesn’t get the picture or obstinately hangs on to its old model or any semblance of it, in a desperate gasp to hold on to power.

On Monday, Tara was a guest on the morning show of one of these desperately sad,  wounded behemoths, KUFO. And, on the air, when asked (probably with derisive sarcasm, though I haven’t heard the actual audio) why she doesn’t want to do a podcast herself, she said something to the effect of “Anyone can do a podcast.”

Of course, the reaction from local media people (real media that people actually care about, not the shit spewing out of radios and television sets indiscriminately.) was instant and caustic. Robert Wagner, erstwhile PDX.FM owner and host of Portland Sucks, expressed bitter recrimination. He’d had a discussion about this with Tara before on OMC, and why shouldn’t he? Robert runs (or did until yesterday, when he gave the reins to Sabrina Miller in favor of the ability to speak and act more freely without recrimination for the network at large) one of the most successful media outlets in Portland. Sure. it’s not pulling in big money, but if you’ve been paying attention to anything at all over the last ten years, you might realize things are changing. It’s not just about the money any more. The quality listeners, the people who really matter, are listening to and watching the internet these days, even if some what they’re watching/listening to is produced by the old, big networks.

Here’s the big rub, and here’s why the sentiment Tara expressed is outdated and damaging. Many people, all over the world, now have a voice. Not only that, but they have an opportunity. Yes, many people thought podcasting would be the golden goose, and when it didn’t pay off right away, they vanished, but some of us stayed because we do it for personal expression, for the pure joy of it, and because we love the two-way interaction, as opposed to the old-style brick wall of big, one-way mass media. And, some of these people have great success in listener numbers and influence, but they still can’t make money. Why? Because the people with the money haven’t caught on. The stigma of something being on the internet is still there, because of this idea that “anyone can do it.”

Why is that generally looked at as a bad thing that anybody can do it? Well, naturally, because there’s a lot of complete shit out there. But, guess what, over the past few years, since user-generated content became more of the rule than the exception, there have been some very smart people at work creating things to sift content. Automatic systems and user-based systems for sharing information and bringing the cream to the top, like tumblr, or say, oh twitter, for instance. The entire internet is turning into a machine for creating content and then allowing users to more efficiently find good content, and/or content which may be more relevant to them or pertinent to their interests.

And the people creating the good content deserve to be recognized, not shit on, dismissed, or derided because they happen to be using something that is the future of mass communication rather than the tired old, shackled, limited, crappy, monolithic piece of petrified shit that is currently represented by moaning, greedy, dying companies, most of them run by, to coin a phrase, “clueless old white guys.”

Tara wrote a response on her blog defending herself, and made twitter references to her being, “passionate’, and “misunderstood.” I don’t think you’re misunderstood, Tara. I do think you’re passionate. I think you’re so passionate about wanting to do what you love that you’re willing to even entertain the idea of being a call-in host on a dumbshit morning show with some fucktard working for greedy assholes who cater to meathead fuckwads that write comments on KATU or Oregonlive about how their SUV’s can eat bicyclists for breakfast.

So, I’m sorry Tara, for not agreeing with you about the idea of improving terrestrial radio in Portland, but I think it’s dead. I think you are better than even being a guest on KUFO, and if they offered me a thousand dollars tomorrow to say a single word on one of their crap shows, I would tell them to stuff it. But that’s me and my personal deal. I don’t have kids, I don’t know the pressures of your life, but I do know that I barely get by and there’s no amount of money that could entice me to be part of the dinosaur caravan that’s terrestrial radio. I’d rather dish out songs at Chopsticks for my money and do real work on my own time. Money is not the end all validation of good work.

In case you’ve been reading this and are doubting Tara’s character (yeah right, like I’m that influential) because of it. I want to make it clear here that I’m not trying to smear her here. I think she has a great personality and can be very smart and fun. I disagree quite passionately with her stance on something and her ideas and actions in a particular area and hope that’s not interpreted as a personal attack. And if she wants a career in terrestrial radio, I goddamn well hope she gets it because she has more talent than most of the goddamn schmucks out there doing it right now.

Sorry for the “ranting and raving” everybody. : D

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Jason and the Argonauts (1963)

January 24, 2010 at 2:36 am (a little something for my homos, movies, my interesting life, style and culture) (, , , , , , , , )

Okay. I just finished watching this and it’s a fine film. When I was in sixth grade, we watched Clash of the Titans (1981) (of which there’s a remake in post right now slated for release this year) and I loved it. This one strikes me as very similar though they were made almost 20 years apart.

The acting is standard 60’s fare and the script more or less blandly reproduces the ancient Greek myth, but the production design and action sequences in this film are beautiful and at times breathtaking, even 56 years later. And of course, there are also plenty of gay jokes to be made:

Jason and the Argonauts aboard the Argo. Note the fruit bowl.

Most notably this film utilizes some great stop motion monsters, the work of Ray Harryhausen, who also did the 50’s remake of King Kong (1952), 20 Million Miles to Earth (1957)’s Ymir, and the aforementioned Clash of the Titans, which would be his final film. In fact, you’d be hard pressed to find a list of top monsters on an internet publication without one of Harryhausens creations in it, and if it’s about stop-motion monsters, expect to see at least 2 or 3 of them.

Jason and the Argonauts arguably highlights some of his best work. Although the rendition of the Colossus “Talos” is magnificent and highly praised. I think the skeletons amazed me more than most stop motion I’ve ever seen. The way they leap around and interact with the Argonauts is undeniably impressive. Apparently Harryhausen also made skeletons for the 7th Voyage of Sinbad. I’ll have to check that out.

Awesome skeleton fight.

In addition to Harryhausen’s work, this movie delighted me with some of the great production design. The Argonauts’ sport awesome black leather tunics, chased with gold, Hecate’s temple in Colchis exudes majesty of a kind rarely found in the CGI environments of today, and the cove of the Golden Fleece exudes wonder, mystery, and danger.

Resting place of the Golden Fleece

Even the Golden Fleece itself, which is clearly just painted fur, with tinsel spread through it during its more majestic moments, still manages to appear warm and dazzling in moments when it emits its supernatural glow.

If you haven’t seen this one, yet. Check it out.

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What Am I Watching Now?

January 24, 2010 at 12:53 am (7th Planet Picture Show, movies, my interesting life, the internet blows my fucking MIND) (, , , , , , , , , )

Nearly being finished with Cinemageddon’s list of over 40 dystopian films, (some amazing like Le Darnier Combat, The Lathe of Heaven, and The Handmaid’s Tale and some completely awful, like Nirvana and Casshern.) I’ve been thinking about what to watch next. Last night I got around to a couple films I’d been meaning to watch for a while.

If you were around in the early 90’s, you probably remember the pinnacle of Robbie Van Winkle, A.K.A. Vanilla Ice’s career in which they let him make a movie called Cool As Ice (1991), as if he was Elvis or some shit like that. And while Vanilla Ice did share the ability to steal black music for white audiences, much like Elvis, he could not make a movie a success merely by merit of him being in it. The scenes of him and his “homeboys” relaxing at a bizarre bike repair depot/house are not only dated, I have to say most people probably found them ridiculous even 19 years ago when this movie first came out. Ice moves through all the bizarre colors and badly written music acting like a complete douche in the first half of the film and a stoic hero for the latter half. He carries off the douche part way better, since his acting acumen for the rest of the film falls neatly into the “Keanu Reeves” as neo slot. Robby should have really played a villain and played up the douche angle more. Andrew Dice Clay could have taught him a few lessons, I think.

On a much more fun note, I watched Dark Star (1974), another film I’d been meaning to get to for a while. I’d both read about it and had many people mention it to me as a great space comedy. Dark Star is indeed everything I expected and more. It’s basically a cross between a cartoon and Dr. Strangelove in space.

However, this film isn’t just a great comedy. Anyone looking to make a movie about space and convey a sense of isolation and claustrophobia should watch this film and take some serious notes. Almost immediately upon the start of the film I got a little anxious due to the cramped feeling of the control room. If you can make your viewers really feel the sensation you want to convey like that, you’ve definitely met with huge success. Dark Star is wonderful.

What now? Well I have a few things I want to watch in the meantime. I started Jason and the Argonauts (1963) before falling asleep last night. I think I got through about a third of it. It’s a pretty neat movie so far.

I think next I’m going to watch all the movies which got four “slime drops” on badmovies.org. Badmovies.org is one of my favorite review sites and the four slime ratings are all “must see” films, according to the site proprieter Andrew Borntreger. I’ve seen a few of them, but not nearly enough. Here’s the list I’ve compiled from badmovies.org of the four slime rated films. (* after the film means I’ve seen it. % means I’ve seen part of it.)

The Abominable Dr. Phibes
Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
Bad Taste
The Brain That Wouldn’t Die
The Champions of Justice
The Crippled Masters
Dawn of the Dead%
Dead Alive
Death Race 2000*
Destroy All Monsters
Dolemite
Drunken Wu Tang
The Educational Archives: Driver’s Ed
El Topo
Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn%
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!
Fiend Without a Face
Fist of the North Star
Flash Gordon*
The Fly*
Forbidden Zone%
Gamera: Guardian of the Universe
Gamera vs Guiron*
The Giant Claw*
Godzilla vs. Monster Zero
Greaser’s Palace
Gymkata
Hawk the Slayer
Hundra
Infra-Man
Killer Klowns from Outer Space*
The Killer Shrews%
Maniac
Master of the Flying Guillotine
Meet the Feebles
Planet of the Apes*
Plan 9 from Outer Space*
Raiders of Wu Tang
Reptilicus
The Resurrected
Return of the Living Dead
Robot Monster*
The Rocky Horror Picture Show*
Rodan
Rollerball*
Santa Claus%
Slither
Starcrash*
Story of Ricky
Streets of Fire
Terror Beneath the Sea
The Terror of Tiny Town
There’s Nothing Out There
Uninvited
Wizards

So that’s over 40 movies for me to watch. Yee haw. I’ll update you on what I think of them as I watch. If you haven’t checked out badmovies.org, I highly recommend you do so. If you worry about spoilers, don’t read reviews of movies you haven’t seen, because he’s not worried about spoilers at all. Andrew is hilarious and I like poking through there for some of my favorite bad films to see his take on them.

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Cheesy Movie Quotes Anyone?

January 23, 2010 at 11:24 pm (PDX, Portland, capitalism is wasteful and unsustainable but funny, i see what you're up to, movies, style and culture) (, , , , , , , , , )

Even though I don’t agree with the title, because these choices had obvious popularity and budget influences, excluding many of the cheesy obscure, and/or low budget films I’ve seen, this here list killed me. They did manage to get in one from The Room, and, of course, one of my favorite cheesy lines of all time, “Get Off My Plane!” It’s a fun video. Check it out!

Big ups to Erik Henriksen over at Blogtown.

Also, one of the commenters on the post linked to this, which is also quite worthy of a 3 second viewing.

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7th Planet Picture Show for Feb 4th: Hard Ticket to Hawaii

January 23, 2010 at 2:30 am (7th Planet Picture Show, PDX, Portland, meow!, movies, retro video, style and culture) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

About a year ago I read a post on the Mercury’s Blogtown by Andrew R. Tony, containing this clip:

Needless to say, it was love at first sight. Fast forward six months and I was actually interning at the Mercury when someone decided we’d be watching that very movie, Hard Ticket To Hawaii out in the parking lot. It was a fabulous evening, warm and windy. Patrick Alan Coleman gave a rousing speech before the film, about how it was his stepfather’s favorite movie, and thus a highlight of his own childhood. Patrick also made us some tasty truffle corn. I had a fantastic time and the movie lived up to the promise of that clip, the trailer, and surpassed the expectations those engendered. It blew them away, one might say.

Although it provides stand-alone entertainment quite well itself, this movie is just begging to be commented on at a 7th Planet Picture Show. Therefore, my friends Delilah Jones, Joey D. and I will be taking on Hard Ticket to Hawaii on February 4th at the Mount Tabor Theater. Show starts at 7pm. I promise this is one you don’t want to miss. If you’ve been on the fence about coming down to the show, this is the one you should haul your ass off of it to come see.

Delilah Jones is an all-around rad chick and cab driver for Radio Cab. She’s one of the Radio Cab drivers who got a mohawk for charity last month. You can see her actually getting her head shaved in this KGW clip:

Joey D. is a friend of mine and a fixture at Chopsticks Express on Burnside. He’s quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke, and he looks damn cool with a drink in his hand.

Hope to see you there!

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These Boots Were Made for Walken

January 11, 2010 at 7:42 pm (7th Planet Picture Show, @jarvitron!, I invented the night, PDX, Portland, my interesting life) (, , , , , , , , , )

If you didn’t make it to 7th Planet Picture Show last Thursday, well, I’m sorry you missed the fun! We watched Puss in Boots, starring Christopher Walken as a singing, dancing cat/human… guy. Meagan Kate lusted after the young Miller’s son. Emily Gibson sang Chocolate Rain at some point, which, while totally unrelated to Puss in Boots, still made me and a lot of other people laugh like hell. I mostly stuck to my bad Walken impersonations, except for a moment when I attempted Ashlee Simpson’s SNL hodown faildance, and sorta failed at it.

Fun was had! Join Turoczy, Jarvitron, and I to watch Dark Universe on the 21st at 6pm. at the Mt. Tabor Theater. 4811 SE Hawthorne. Admission is free.

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Of Former Best Friends and Drunken Psychos

January 9, 2010 at 5:38 pm (I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me so hard., my interesting life) (, , , , )

Ah. So I guess I’ll have to post about this in a little more detail since I’ll undoubtedly get a million people on FB and Twitter asking about it. I don’t want to go into too much detail, but basically I live with three people. A good friend I’ve known for 16 years, an alcoholic psycho, and an apathetic, hippie-ish milquetoast.

Basically, Alcoholic Psycho and I have been butting heads for months, because, well, he’s an alcoholic psycho. I’m not one to back down when I think I’m being wronged, and it’s come to physical fighting several times. (he initiated the violence. I don’t fight except for self-defense) Since he can’t intimidate me by stomping around the house, and he can’t bully me verbally or physically, he just does passive aggressive things like moving stuff around and writing angry notes.

Now the friend of 16 years. (Well, let’s call him FBF because I don’t tend to hold grudges or burn bridges much in my life. I’m pretty good at biting back my anger when I want to make stupid, hurtful remarks that I know are unrelated to the matter at hand. This is different. This is no joke. ) He basically has temper problems, (especially since becoming a reformed alcoholic) and demeans everyone close to him by using caustic, mean language and generally talking down to them. (You should hear him on the phone with his parents.) I put up with it for years but have been pointing it out more and more. Well that caused problems, too.

So basically FBF teamed up with Alcoholic Psycho and got Apathetic, Hippie-ish Milquetoast together in a house council and they decided they want to kick me out. (another thing that’s funny, because they can’t. Only the rental company can. They seem to think they can call the cops and they’ll show up and toss me out any time.) Other things come into play in general house politics. I’m the only one who eats meat. I’m the only one who’s not in their band.

Anyways. Fuck ‘em. I’m moving out anyway. And good riddance. Maybe they’ll realize that most of the problems they’ve blamed on me have nothing to do with me. But I’ll never know, cause I won’t be talking to any of those spineless coward fucks.

Forgive this dive into abject negativity. In Your Water will be back to its normal light-hearted dark humor with the next post.

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Traitors Welcome Corporate Masters!

January 7, 2010 at 3:01 pm (PDX, Portland, photojournalism, photos) (, , , , , , , )

I’m glad to see local nonprofits like The Hollywood Theater stand up for local small business in a spirit that engenders cooperation in the fight against corporate homigenizat- oh wait.

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I Smell Like A Man

January 1, 2010 at 4:55 am (7th Planet Picture Show, I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me so hard., my interesting life, they call this SCIENCE) (, , , , , , , , )

Okay. So I don’t like antiperspirants. Never mind the prevalence of marketing playing on the insecurity of your average human being to make him/her ashamed of their body and sell a product, I don’t like the sticky gross feel, or the cost. I will put on some deodorant if I’m totally ripe, but that’s rare, as I shower enough for it not to go all funky and gross. Sometimes I smell like a human being. Today was an exception, however, as I probably smelled pretty rank regardless of bathing regularly. I hopped on a bus, fully-layered. Over-layered for the weather, I think, to begin with, never mind a warm bus for my 30 minute ride to work.

3 people commented on my smell. One thought I was smoking weed behind the booth, one just said I smell manly, and the third was a guy who told the boss he wanted to sing but couldn’t stand my smell so didn’t turn in a slip. (My hypothesis is that my superior pheromones emasculated him and he didn’t know how to deal with it.) I knew I smelled strongly. I even searched my bag for emergency deodorant that I carry sometimes, but, alas, I had none, and was too busy in general to worry about it. New Years Eve and all.

I generally think people are too sensitive about body odor, though. Many of you have met me, what do you think? I’d love to poll you all.

As you may have guessed, I’m not really defensive or ashamed by it. My boss approached me quite timidly and apologetically about it after the customer complaint and I thought it was very polite of her but amusing at the same time. I don’t know. I find it hard to be ashamed of the way I smell naturally. I’m interested in your input, though. Let the new year bring many great odors!

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