The only description artist Chris Cairns gives for this fantastically bizarre video is: “This one’s for my dad.” Pops must be a weird dude. Or a Basement Jaxx/Avalanches fan.
Speaking of which, The Avalanches’ MySpace status has been set at “clearing samples…” for quite some time now. Meanwhile, I’ve practically worn a hole in my copy of Since I Left You. Without a doubt, one of the best albums of the decade. Please sirs, may I have some more?
Some videos burn viral forever. Others inspire ridiculous memes that evolve into pop culture phenomenon. And still others claw out of their “Flavor of the Week” graves to walk among the living (and feed on human brains) once more.
Dan Deacon’s “Drinking Out of Cups” has gone viral for the second time in three years thanks to Twitter and Sarah Silverman.
Contrary to Silverman, popular belief and logical explanation, the Baltimore glitch-pop master was NOT under the influence of LSD when he created this little gem back in 2003. In fact he was completely sober, flipping channels with the volume down and microphone in-hand, doing improv satire of Long Islanders.
The reptilian tough guy was added by Liam Lynch circa 2006. This would make a much more interesting alternative to the Geico Gecko, no?
One of the incentives for sticking with CNN.com, even though its news priorities skew away from the essential and toward the absurd, is getting little gems of off-beat journalism like this.
Here are two immensely creative takes on the airline “safety” speech given on tarmacs around the world thousands of times per day. Tyler Durden couldn’t have done it better.
Normally, a mag like Vanity Fair isn’t my kind of… umm… fare. I don’t have a lot of patience for celebrity news (albeit still more than I have for Bill O’Reilly). And even though it’s not as trite as People or Us Weekly, I still can’t help but wish VF would go the way of so many other glossy-covers in our post-print age.
But to take a copy of Sarah Palin’s infamously incoherent gubernatorial resignation speech and go through it with a fine-toothed editing comb is simply priceless. This thing is bleeding more than my first story at the old college newspaper. It’s bleeding more than Suge Knight after the 2009 NBA All-Star Game. It’s bleeding more than the cast of Saving Private Ryan. Even this kid is worried.
So here’s to you Vanity Fair. You may die out feeding the masses a mind-numbing puree of asinine celebrity drivel masquerading as intimate portraiture, but at least no one can accuse your editors of falling asleep at the wheel.
This is just the first page. It gets worse. The other 11 can be found in all their red-scrawled, first-grade paper glory here.
