All 20 OHWNT MegaPost tuneages in one easy to download zip![z alt d/l] Conveniently clocking in at 73min for this whole lot, you can fit them all onto any blank CD! It was a coincidence, I swear.
This week's been a good and busy one for OHWNT [not for me, but for the pages]-- for some unexplicable reason so far we're clocking an average of just under 50 hits/day. That may sound pathetic, but hey! That's something to be proud of, so go tell all your friends about today's wonderfully random songs and let's set a record!
I think I already set a record for exclamation points and now I kinda wanna shove one down my throat and barf. Too much happiness.
Wow! What a bum I've been. It's been, what.. three weeks since my last post? I had all intentions of writing some, first around the holidays and then after New Years, but the first truth of the matter is that I had no new stuff to share. The second truth? I've just plain been lazy as hell.
But to my defense, I was doin a little bit of this:
And a little bit of this:
Some of this:
And a little bit more of this:
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Also, thanks to a couple friends and a couple of hours on a Thursday night, I'm now solidly hooked on what many have been touting as the greatest show on HBO, now that Sopranos and Six Feet Under are done. I liken The Wire to a ghetto black Sopranos with a little more Law thrown in. It shows police corruption, police brutality, drugs, drugs, junkies, strippers, dealers, guns, Black gangstas, Greek gankstoirs, Polish gangsterskis, corrupt port authority, murders, beatings, strippers, lesbian cops, drugs, and every other word out of some idiot's mouth is fuck. It's got all the making of a great HBO show. And I've been known to sit in front of my large computer monitor for six hours, watching half a season's worth in one sitting. A clip here.
I don't know how Vampire Weekend [from where? Brooklyn, where else] slipped through the cracks in my world last year. I picked up a couple tracks late in the year, but somehow they managed to be swept away with a bunch of other stuff. "Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa" is catchy and different but not crazy. Every time I hear it, which has been a lot lately, I hear Simon & Garfunkel. I can't put my finger on that, but I can't shake it, either.
Their self-titled album, to come out on the 29th, is short and sweet. It's the first great release of 2008 [to actually be released in 2008 and not leaked months earlier, like the awesome Bodies of Water and White Denim albums]. And while the video for the first single, "A-Punk" may look like an Ok Go! video, but VP's sound goes way wider and deeper than the Chitown-bred JC Penney-fed popsters.
So I finally got my Hulu beta testing invite in the mail last night. Luckily Steep 'n' Brew's wi-fi was ultramegaArgentina slow, and so it didn't deter me from doing my homework. Lucky for me, I resorted to the usual distractions.
Hulu is a new project, owned by NBC Universal, which offers loads of TV programs, both old and new, and even some feature films [Weekend at Bernie's, people!]. It's not just NBC programming, as you can see by the image above, but has shows from all over. Users can embed full episodes in blogs or e-mails [examples below], in which you can highlight certain clips to cue.
After perusing for just a few minutes, a two word review: JUMPIN JIMINY! It all works pretty slick. The resolution is pretty is pretty good, it all streams pretty quickly, easily pause- and restartable, good fullscreen mode.... the way they can do this is through advertsing, however it's really not that bad. One 5-10 second clip at the beginning, and then during 30-min shows it seems they only do one commercial spot which lasts 30 seconds. Of course you can't get around those, but that 30 seconds give you more than enough time to CTRL+T and open your Gmail or check on your Ebay auction or maybe even make that move on Scrabulous [umm, Scrabulous-- anyone else need a new addiction?].
Hulu is the perfect answer to the desire to just want to remember a few older shows, but not wanting to go and drop $40 on an entire season. Really, who could sit through an entire season of WKRP in Cincinatti?
I chose to watch Doogie Howser, MD, as I didn't think I had the patience to sit through an entire A-Team or Airwolf, although yes, they're both available to watch.
Want proof of its awesomeness? Check out this ish, yo.
You can't do that.
And apparently if you're using MSIE, you can't see it, either. Go get a better browser.
And as if that wasn't enough, here's a Vinnie friggin Delpino moment! [yes, it is a different clip; looks to be the same right now, but just click on it already]
After watching this, I was amazed at how good this show really was. Don't snicker, it was good. Here's just a few of the moments I liked the most.
First, I feel the need to quote Vinnie’s wonderful line to the Big Doog in an effort to get more visitors to my blog by attracting all walks of perverts and pedophiles to my blog through their x-rated Google searches:
“Oh, I was just visiting with Doogie, Dr. Howser, listening to his plan to part Wanda Plenn's pulsating red lips with his probing pubescent tongue.”
And now to get the highbrow crowd, I gotta give Dee Hizzy's romantic rouse:
"Girls love getting sniffed. And then, I'll give her a lick on her lobule auriculare."
Spoiler alert!
If you weren’t old enough to watch this kind of smut, weren’t alive, or were like me and the Doogs and were too busy typing in your computer diary, you sure missed out. You can rewind one of those clips and watch the entire episode if you want, but I’m gonna spoil it.
During a birfday prank gone horribly embarrassingly awry, Nurse Spalding drops the Doogie Monster’s [her words, not mine] drawers and we learn two things: [1] Doogie’s voice can get higher, and [2] Douglas Jr is not the smallest doogie in the Howser family as, after being exposed in front of his doctorly colleagues, D'angles covers his dangle and runs off in shame.
D-Hows gets down to the L-O-C and to, like, totally ensure his ear-to-tongue action with Wanda, unloads half a bottle of aftershave on himself. In this montage, there are also plenty of clues that, knowing what we know now, make more sense: [1] He’s wearing pink-spotted boxers! [2] The skinny white boy can dance! [3] Doog Heezy has a James Dean poster. Duh.
Also, in a quicker recap:
Vinnie pukes down the front of some broad’s dress, D-Love smells her hair and then totally sticks his wet one in Wanda’s ear, but doesn’t get much play because some little black kid dies and he's beeped into the hospizzle. And then Dooger Ray Leonard punches a locker so hard that.... a magnet falls off.
All the morals at the end are so obvious/cliche/whatever that they aren’t worth mentioning. But after Doog Little proclaims that he just wants to be normal, Doog Big does dish this unjustifiably denied Emmy-deserving ditty:
“Because you’re not a normal kid. You’re Doogie Howser, MD… BG… AAGK…”
And then Mahatma Doogie goes and writes something profound and poetic about life on his magical computer that always comes on faster than my DualCore [and I’m not talking about my Intel].
The end.
In either clip, go straight to 18:56 to see Doogie's dirty deed go down; it's a beautiful moment and some of you could probably take some notes.
Never have the words doogie, probing pubescent tongue, wampa wampa, harvest dance, pencil neck and lobule auriculare, when used within the same thirty minutes, seemed so wrong. Wait.. yeah they’ve always been so totally damn wrong. Way to go Doog.
I had a feeling that I'd turn to here to start expressing my recent turn towards TV. I grew up in a house without cable all of my life. When my sister and I were impressionable, our dad paid us $100 each summer if we didn't watch any TV. Easy money. People'd say well you coulda just gone over to your friends' houses but we never did; didn't care. I carried that impartiality towards or disinterest in TV all the way through until recently, for the most part. Sure, I'm a Seinfeld freak, and I've been known to plop down on the couch and veg out to reruns, but not until the past few months have I ever watched so much TV.
This day I think it is a perfect time to watch, if there is any, with all of the technology out there. I still only actually tune in to a TV broadcast once a week, if that [to watch Thursday's 30 Rock, The Office, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia]; everything [to include those three] I'm able to download and watch at my own convenience.
Anyway, I bring all of this up because I think I'll probably be mentioning TV more and more in this space. I'm taking a TV class right now, and it's just more and more a part of my almost-everyday life. I'm not ashamed to say there is alotofgoodTV out there right now. I'm also still very proud to disagree with dorm room- and living room-fulls of people and say that there's lots of horrible TV out there right now--the majority of it, I believe. I'd give a list of both, but most likely I'll be airing a lot of my thoughts in the upcoming days.
I wanted to give you one of the many great lines I hear on 30 Rock each week [Tina Fey is a wicked retarded genius], because out of context I'm sure it's just as funny as it was when I heard it last night. But of course I forgot it already.
Oh yeah-- and Al Gore was on last night's 30 Rock. How fricking awesome was that? And how awesome was it that he actually killed? It could have only been better if he used it to announce his candidacy.
