Mickey & Goofy, Huey Duey & Luey, Daisy, and Donald solo. Now add to that list Donald’s old school cartoons with his best pal Mickey’s dog Pluto. Why do they interact? Who knows. Pluto seems to be his employee? A bad employee at that too. Sleeping the job. Things later take a random turn when an asshole bee is suddenly introduced. Why does everyone have to be so rude to poor Donald. He is just a victim of the cruel world in which he lives. So he has a temper. It doesn’t show up until he is provoked by one of the many uncaring people in his life. Fuck his life. You good for nothing mutt!
OH NO! I’m going to have to watch Dancing with the Stars this season. Aiden Turner, AKA the hottest soap star every created, see sexiness to follow, has been added to the list. It has been a sad few months after since Aidan (Aiden’s character’s name) left All My Children in shackles and there isn’t a hot guy for miles. Too bad. Aidan arrived on the show about when I started watching it, 2001 or something. What a lusty fellow he was. And British. And good.
I first noticed him back in the day when he was Geri Halliwell’s hot boyfriend in the video for Bag It Up (attached herein). Watch her use him as a table. Also attached is a bit of a bit from AMC where Aidan does something very hot by telling Bianca not to be such a cunt and then he punches her in the pussy. If only.
Meanwhile, WTF is this next video? Aiden goes to my local Land Rover dealership in Alexandria and talks like some sort of crazy douche. Hot douche. I love this shit.
I resisted Gaga for as long as possible, but she broke me at Bad Romance. Paparazzi was good too, but I still don’t dig the rest. Anyways, flash forward to today. Alphabeat, who are her opening act for the next while, have been given the okay to cover Telephone and Bad Romance for their album and it already sounds great. A 27 second clip has been released so listen for yourself. I hear that the dude sings in the Bad Romance part which we don’t hear in said clip.
Oh God, I’m such a failure. I promise something or another. But I will probably fail to deliver. To announce my return to this blog, I have the new Muppet online video. I know, Muppets again. It’s my go to topic and I love it. This video is the return of our ol’ pal, Beaker, fresh from some hippy festival, no doubt. Beaker serenades us with “Dust In The Wind” until certain things go wrong. Internet language attack!
What with being trapped in the house overnight, I had to find something extra weird to bring you. Below, this is a neighborhood for the ages. The kid’s aren’t alright, but they are fine by me.
The last and only time (thus far) I was in Paris (I’m going back in March, woot), which was in 11th grade, I became obsessed with a song I heard on MTV Europe. Said song is entitled Narcotic by the band Liquido. The song is a friendly tale about cocaine and the video takes place in the courtyard of some extra slutty apartment complex. Freaky Germans of various persuasions do a whole buncha flirting. No one is all that hot and everyone is mostly douchey. Also, singer has a big ol’ unibrow which makes me so hot.
Storytime. After Paris, we went to Amsterdam. In the Red Light District, I saw the video playing in a television store so I went in to watch. An older gentleman followed me into said shop and proceeded to try to talk with me for a bit to which I mostly ignored because I have a tendency to ignore people. My parents, getting worried because I had been in there too long, rushed into the shop right as the man went in for a crotch grab. My mother gave him a good smack and we were on our way.
Listen to my near molestation song. It’s not quite as great as I remember, but I still enjoy it.
Trip planning and puppy watching has taken a toll on my blogging ability, but now, I’m back and about to be stuck in that big snow situation. Start!
Better of Ted has somehow managed to make me like that cunty lame blonde, Linda. How did it do that? By making Portia take her under her crazy crazy wing. In the clip below, Linda delivers a very weird smack down to a hottish older man. You’re the one who smells like rotting meat.
Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is one of the best movies of all time. And by that I mean its fucking awful, but awfully perfect. The following scene will show you what a freaky mess the movie is and why I love it so. A little background, Ashley St. Ives is one of the best movie characters if all time. All she has to do is make her crazy eyes and mouth thing happen and squeal some sort of dog sound and you fall in love. Just like poor Harris. He has such a sad face all of the time. I had a serious crush on him back in high school. Other things, I wish I had unnecessary walking around music.
Spam. What do you do about it? I tend to laugh because it’s always pretty absurd and therefore awesome. One of my favorites of the past have been Paris Hilton getting her Biochemistry degree. What website did I sign up for what I get that type of spam? Let’s take a trip down memory lane shall we?
In response to THIS a post I did back October 27th, 2008, about Thandie Newton, I received the following spam this morning :
“The author of http://www.logorrheic.com has written an excellent article. You have made your point and there is not much to argue about. It is like the following universal truth that you can not argue with: What you look for is always in the last place you look for it… Unless you mangle your control loops. Thanks for the info.”
What the Hell does that mean? Thandie mangled her control loops when she did her Sarah Palin porn reading? I’m glad something I said was the universal truth though, because most of the things I spout are just incoherent fumbles.
Someone, “watchsuperbowl44″ tells me I should “Rock on??” So maybe she isn’t sure about whether I should continue to possibly rock.
Meanwhile, what is this bit of freakishness “Nog’s triangle choke”? Oh, it’s only a Jiu Jitsu move started by Antonio “Minotauro” Noguiera, AKA Nog, I forgot I posted about him when I recently gave my award for top concert of 2009. He was my very favorite, especially when he he sang “Your Disco Needs You” acapella. Here is the man who belted those beautiful notes. The face only a minotaur mother could love.
I had to comment on this whole situation with Conan and fucktard Jay Leno. Jeff Zucker just needs to get punched in his stupid face. Below is what wikipedia said for a whole day before someone got wise. If only. I’d watch NBC for more than just 30 Rock if said gerbil was in charge. I was in the audience of the Conan O’Brien show once. One of the best experiences of my life. Other scentence fragment.
