Please don’t make your dog do this. Asparagus is not a reward.
And where are his/her ears? Augh.
[Found here.]
Please don’t make your dog do this. Asparagus is not a reward.
And where are his/her ears? Augh.
[Found here.]
Mock Lobster by the Bit52s is very cool [via].
Mountain of Dinosaurs [Rasa Strautmane, USSR 1967] was an anti-soviet propaganda film. Watch it for the nuances before you read the following.
The short warns about what happens if powerful stewards meant to care for individuals actually stifle those they are charged to protect. Dinosaurs didn’t die because of climate change, the short says, but because their eggs became so thick-shelled in response to colder temperatures that the baby dinosaurs couldn’t hatch. The shells (yes, the eggshells speak) mindlessly drone that they are doing their “duty,” but by growing thicker and thicker they kill the nascent sauropods. The scene is the saddest dinosaur cartoon I’ve ever seen, and it seems to be a metaphor for the Soviet government suppressing the rights of individual citizens. Indeed, the death of dinosaurs was not only used by Americans to issue dire warnings — they are an international symbol of extinction.
Heavy stuff is neither to be ignored nor swept under the rug, IMO.
So let’s lighten it up a tad instead.
The Spirit Family Reunion plays “Come On/Anna” in a bus. Nice roadtrip music, even if they play it at 11.
Have a great weekend, folks, and be sure to hug your mother on Sunday.
[Found here.]
Teeth [via].
Shocking Blue had an almost invisible drummer, and here they are *ahem* playing their hit “Venus” in 1969. I never knew they were from the Netherlands until this posting.
The song’s a ripoff of “The Banjo Song” recorded circa 1963 by The Big Three (featuring a young Ellen Naomi Cohen, aka Mama Cass). They co-opted and renamed Stephen Foster’s “Oh! Susannah,” one of the most popular minstrel songs of the late 1800s. Fun facts to know and tell.
Postmodern Jukebox did a one-take mashup of their greatest covers, and it’s pure awesome.
Have a great weekend, folks. We’ve got more inane stuff in the queue.
Up until this excursion, the previous flights seemed pointless. The passengers were sitting on pins and needles until the pilot (after receiving many tips from the ground crew) guided the arrowplane to safety.
Were it my plane, I’d rename her “Punk Shore.”
“Piper Comanche” is apparently too offensive for some.
“OH GOD! THERE IT IS AGAIN!”
That thing gives me nightmares. Imagine what it does to little children and mental patients.
[Found here.]