Looks Don’t Count – A smart, kind, ugly man must prove that he is worthy of dating cheerleader-models. He does this by being an excellent human being and standing next to a sharp looking but transparently evil man by whom a cheerleader-model is initially fooled. Then the evil guy trips himself up by being extra evil, making the hero guy look extra good. Luckily, it’s not difficult for the hero to be an excellent human being because he is smart and kind. It does not occur to him to date smart, kind, ugly women, however, because they are invisible.
Running Down Shiny Hallways – An hour and a half of smooth hairdos, cool sounding footsteps and sweaty typing at computers…sometimes these movies are political, sometimes they’re sciency, but the plot is usually lost on me because it involves intrigue and a secret machine and also I fall asleep
Hersh is one of my favorite singers. Here’s a bunch of free mp3s available under creative commons licenses.
Rodney Anonymous on poorly drawn grafitti in a men’s restroom:
I’m not sure if that should make me proud or ashamed of my gender.
Walk into almost any men’s room and you’re bound to encounter a plethora of
drawings depicting the human reproductive organs: most of them incredibly
poorly drawn. My college roommate and friend, “The Fish”, once stared at a
drawing of what he had at first assumed to be a Zulu shield for nearly
twenty minutes before he realized that what he was if fact gazing upon was
a crude representation of the female genitalia.
An inaccurately rendered “giggi” is one thing; but how are we, gentle
reader, to explain the numerous poorly depicted penises which dot the walls
of our nation’s men’s rooms? After all, doesn’t the artist have easy access
to a “working model” of his subject? The only way to reverse this trend is
for each of you to stop by your nearest Staples and pick up some
adhesive labels. On to these labels, print the following:
Although considered shocking at the time of its original placement on
this wall in 1942, this penis is now regarded to be an amusing anachronism
and may be viewed in its restored form at the Smithsonian Museum in
This actually arises from a grafitti that appears on the Glass Eye album recently.