Everything about the following video makes me happy.
I think YouTube commenter DutchMatrixBoy put it nicely:
“peewee’s playhouse meets acid jazz meets miami vice meets soultrain meets peter gabriel’s sledgehammer video meets max headroom meets roller skating meets a psychotic break meets a visionquest meets a kappa halloween party!!!!”
Gizmodo’s got a great feature (via Technabob) about a new Japan-only (sigh) HD Lite-Brite by Bandai called the Lumnidot.
The pixel artist in me is frothing at the mouth for this to come stateside; the kitten owner in me doesn’t want to deal with the nightmare of keeping track of the 3,500 pieces.
There’s also an online application that will convert your photos into a Lumnidot-ready PDF. Drooooool!
Here’s one of my favorite second-wave ska numbers: “Missing Words” by The Selecter.
There’s something wonderful about having this song come up during an iPod shufflefest. My favorite version of this song is a live one from the documentary “Dance Craze.” You should drop everything and watch it on YouTube right now. Do it. Now.
The new Eno/Byrne album has dropped today. It’s called “Everything That Happens Will Happen Today” and I’m keeping tight-lipped on any opinions until I’ve got a few more listens under my belt. If anybody has taught me to reserve judgment until familiarity sets in, it’s Brian Eno. This is how “Another Green World” went from WTF status to “desert island” status in under a month.
Eno/Byrne have graciously allowed me to embed a streaming version of the new album on my site. Listen for yourself and send me your thoughts.
Last night, Laura and I went up to her dad’s theater for a late-night showing of “The House of Yes,” a dark comedy produced in 1997 starring Parker Posey, Freddie Prinze Jr. … oh yeah, and Tori Spelling.
Posey plays a mentally unstable spoiled brat with has a sick obsession with Jackie-O and an even sicker obsession with her twin brother.
The film is based off of a stage play by Wendy MacLeod. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s something palpably different about a film that has originated on the stage. It’s mostly in the dialogue. There are quick-witted exchanges abound in this script.
Some of my favorites:
Mrs. Pascal: Oh my God, I sounded just like a mother! Didn’t I sound just like a mother? Marty: You are a mother. Mrs. Pascal: I know, but I still can’t believe it. I look at you people and wonder, how did you ever fit in my womb?
… and …
Anthony: Would you like a glass of Liebfraumilch? Lesly: No thank you. I’ll just have a glass of wine. Marty: That’s the name of the wine. Lesly: Oh! [laughs] Lesly: I don’t speak french. Jackie-O: Who does? Anthony: You do. Jackie-O: Oh, that’s right, I do. [smiles] Lesly: So what does that name mean? Jackie-O: In french? Lesly:[nods] Jackie-O: I think it means something German. Marty: It means, “loving mother’s milk.” Lesly: You speak french? Marty: No. German.
I really enjoyed this movie, and it has only reinforced my uber-crush on Parker Posey — the ultimate head-case hottie.