Archive for January, 2011
Since Boston is an effing ghost town this weekend and I’m quite literally all by myself over here, you all should join me in listening to a little Yellowcard.
A few days ago, I posted a video of Taking Back Sunday performing a delightful song on the children’s show Yo Gabba Gabba. In it, I may have unfairly maligned one of my personal heroes and a poet who speaks for our generation, Jesse Lacey. While it’s still true that I can’t envision him dropping the brooding, self-serious routine long enough to do something as great as “We All Love Our Pets,” he’s still capable of breaking out of his shell just a skosh, in his own gruff sort of way. In that spirit, here’s Jesse Lacey talking to Marvel.com about the mad titan Thanos and his favorite Daredevil comics.
Ah, our long exile in the wilderness is finally over! Gossip Girl is finally back! A lot of things have changed since last we spake, dearest readers. We got a new country! And a new Speaker of the House! And a new, friendlier discourse! However, comma, we’re stuck with the same old Jets. Anyway, on with this week’s diary!
:00 Haha. I forgot about Serena’s silly little plan to find the judge. You shouldn’t have to take a road trip to do that, but the Gossip Girl universe pretends that you do.
:01 Blair, on Serena’s ironic predicament: “Court records are public so you wore a pushup bra for no reason?” Blair Waldorf doesn’t need warm up shots. She’s ready to play right now.
:03 How come the Captain has continued to shave his head even though he’s out of prison?
:05 This tall blonde minion, didn’t she betray Blair to Juliet one time? Or am I thinking of a totally different flunky?
:08 Chuck, you are a boor, but I can’t resist your charms.
Dan, on brunch with the family: “This talking thing is going great.”
Ugh. Lily, what the hell are you doing here, conspiring with the judge? How badly do you want to drive your family away from you? This is infuriating!
:16 Really, Dan is the only appropriate verbal sparring partner for Blair. Well, besides Chuck, but that relationship is too fraught!
:17 LOL @ this. Serena is dressing up like Lily? Oh, Gossip Girl, maybe you need to introduce some new characters. These schemes are getting cheap!
:18 Serena, on the material she’s sifting through out of Lily’s safe deposit box: “All I have are divorce papers, jewelry, and artful nudes of my mother from her groupie days.”
Chuck: “Swap piles?”
:24 Oh wait, Chuck disappearing to Europe and trying to lead a secret life might have had negative consequences for his father’s company? Nobody could have predicted.
:27 The successful sale of Bass Industries depends on Eric’s presence at some party. Watch out!
This is something that I always find funny. Eleanor is paying Dorota as a housekeeper, but Dorota is constantly conspiring with Blair in schemes that aren’t always in Eleanor’s best interests. This happens every other episode.
:29 Hey Dan, S is putting everything else ahead of you. That’s the mark of a bad girlfriend. But I understand, I would act the same way in your shoes.
:30 The Official Roommate of Dangerous, Dirty, and Unfun wonders if there’s one writer that’s paid to come up with dramatic puns for Gossip Girl to say going into commercials. It sounds like it would be a sweet gig!
:34 Lest we forget that all of these kids are sophomores in college. But hey, they can go get drinks at whatever bar they want.
:36 You know, Lily, it would be much better for your family if you stopped hiding things from everyone! You could very well be right about everything, but everyone, including your children, thinks you’re a duplicitous scoundrel!
:37 Eleanor to Blair on her future: “Now that I know that your childish games are who you are and not a phase, I wouldn’t want someone like you wanting to be like me.” Oh boy. It’s getting hot in here. Should’ve worn a V-neck.
So was Dan’s gypsy switch with the envelopes on purpose? Does this lead to him getting a job at the Post?
:42 Eeeeeeeew. Are you watching this French’s mustard commercial? Mustard in chili? Mustard in mac and cheese? Oh sweet holy Lord in heaven . . .
:43 Rufus, on Dan switching the envelopes: “That’s my boy.” Imagine, people saving their family members from their own self-destructive tendencies.
:47 Of course Russell Thorpe is gonna buy the company.
:52 Editrix. We can bring this term back, can’t we?
:54 Ugh. Dan and Serena. You’re killing me! You two are literally killing me!
:55 Is Russell Thorpe putting together a Legion of Doom? Is he going to hire Georgina Sparks to answer phones?
:58 Hmm . . . a lady Chuck Bass. I like the looks of this!
S is going to ditch Dan for Juliet’s brother? Cmon! Doesn’t anyone remember what Juliet did, at Ben’s behest?
Regular readers of Dangerous, Dirty, and Unfun know that their favorite blogger is prone to hyperbole from time to time. But you’re going to have to believe me when I say that like the roses need the rain, like the seasons need to change, like the poet needs the pain, I need this.
Regular readers of Dangerous, Dirty, and Unfun know that Brand New is probably my favorite band. I love them to death, but at the same time, can you imagine Jesse Lacey dropping the brooding, self-serious routine long enough to appear on Yo Gabba Gabba? Watch a little Taking Back Sunday.
We live in uncertain times. Our leaders can’t seem to make new promises fast enough to fill the void left by the ones they’ve already broken, while the natural cynicism that should overtake even the most dimwitted of casual observers hasn’t yet managed to rid us of the naive and foolish optimism that keeps us believing in a system that a child could tell you is irreparably fractured. Once sturdy cultural, political, and social institutions that even a generation ago served as sources of strength and certitude have today been revealed to be empty husks, flimsier than the paper on which our now seemingly irrelevant founding documents were printed on. Our discourse has been reduced to the sloganeering of a cadre of entitled, self-important blowhards spouting talking points over each other’s stentorian blarings, each side claiming to speak for a populace whose values they couldn’t come close to sharing even if they had the inclination to step down from their ivory towers long enough to observe the abject squalor in which the majority of their countrymen live. Even the nature of authenticity itself seems ephemeral, at best. As bleak as our world might seem, though, there’s one rock in a maelstrom of meaninglessness and despair that we can cling to, one thing that we can be certain of: it will always, ALWAYS suck to BU.
I just saw this commercial, and I thought “holy smokes, this is such a simple idea, how come no one, myself included, came up with it sooner” . . .
. . . until I realized that all of those other Mentos fruit flavors are effing rubbish, and I would really only be tossing out the rest of the flavors in favor of strawberry, which, fortunately, comes in its own standalone pack already.
Which reminds me of that episode where Homer is looking for chocolate ice cream in the freezer, but all he finds are a bunch of cartons of Neapolitan with just the chocolate ice cream scooped up, and he says “Marge! We need some more vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream!” I couldn’t find a clip, so watch this one instead.
And wait, what am I doing writing a Mentos post and not including this.
These guys are from the capital of punk rock: sunny Bayonne, New Jersey. Listen to the Scandals.
If you read only one story about mince pie today, make it this one. Seriously! Here’s a teaser:
Imagine, by way of analogy, that Americans abruptly and collectively lost their taste for cheeseburgers. Imagine the cheeseburger demoted to the same rank as eggnog, ritually consumed only on, say, July 4th. Suppose furthermore that the vestigial cheeseburgers served on America’s birthday were prepared without meat. Now suppose that a condition of cultural amnesia set in such that we all forgot, within the space of a decade or so, that cheeseburgers had ever been considered the iconic centerpiece of our nation’s diet.
Now go read about mince!
In the same week that this happens, we learn from the Chronicle of Higher Education that the NCAA wants to pass a rule to make it easier for corporate sponsors to use college athletes’ images in advertising.
Existing rules generally bar companies from using an athlete’s name, image, or “likeness” in advertisements, promotions, or other ventures. The proposed measure would allow corporate sponsors to feature game clips of current athletes in their TV ads, for instance, as long as the ads include the name of the athlete’s institution. It would also allow companies to publicize sales events at which college athletes would be present.
Don’t worry if you clicked through and didn’t notice the bit about college athletes being compensated. That bit doesn’t exist.
Now, I understand that the relationship between athletes, their schools, the NCAA, and the NCAA’s corporate sponsors is more nuanced than “athletes should/should not be paid.” It’s too long a discussion to have here, so let’s not get too far into it. (Although it’s always important to remember the story of Jeremy Bloom, the guy who lost his football eligibility because he accepted endorsement money as a skier.)
The fact is, the college athletes are “compensated” in the form of scholarships, room, and board. Outside of that, they don’t make any money from the licensing deals their schools arrange, they don’t make any money from the corporate sponsorships negotiated by their schools, they don’t make any money from the bowl games and the tournament appearances they lead their teams to. In addition to that, they’re forbidden from taking money from third-party boosters (witness Cam Newton’s plight above), they can’t make money from their fame in the form of selling memorabilia (witness the plight of Terrelle Pryor and his teammates), and they can’t make money from their skills in other sports (witness Jeremy Bloom.)
And they certainly can’t make any money from media uses of their likeness. But there IS money to be made there, so you know someone is going to try to make it. Witness this new NCAA proposal.
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