Pumped Up Kicks

I still don’t know what pumped up kicks are.

The trainer we have is excellent. He tells us little funny anecdotes to keep things moving through eight hours of training. One of his anecdotes he had to mention the band Foster the People, and the song started in my brain again.

I HATE that song.

I remember when I first heard the song, with its catchy beat and its lilting vocals and its crazy pop sensibility. It bit my foot hard and didn’t let go. I couldn’t wait for it to come around again. I think I even bought it off of Amazon.

Some kind of shoes? I guess?

Then I listened to the song. Really listened.

It’s not new territory for a song to cover, certainly. Bob Geldoff did, as did Pearl Jam. But neither of those songs were deceptive about it. Certainly with “Jeremy” the music, the tone of it, the horror pastiche it creates, melds with the subject matter.

The FTP song just makes a kid plotting to kill his classmates seem like a walk in the park.

I always wondered how that band could continue after Sandy Hook.

Anyway. That’s my sideways way of saying that the gig I was babbling about here some weeks ago did not pan out and now I’m at a new gig and still training so that I can answer phones and explain things to people.

So that happened.

Net Neutrality: Nefarious Socialist Plot

Many are applauding today the Federal Communications Commission’s vote to reclassify internet service providers using the same rules that are currently used on utilities like wired phones, thereby assuring the continued schema of Tim Wu’s “net neutrality.”

Many people think this is a good thing. As the purveyor of a long-running, independent blog, I think this is a good thing.

Revered God Advocate Pat Robertson doesn’t think it is a good thing.

“The internet is a marvel of the world. It is free. Think of how many businesses have been spawned on the internet, think how much web traffic there is, think how much i-business goes on, think of all the conveniences that we have now as consumers and think of the constant improvement, the speeds and the things that are being done to improve the service that we have on the internet. Now, they want to treat it like it’s a water company or an electric utility with 1934 regulation.”

Yes, the FCC moved today to bring the Internet under the auspices of a common carrier, rules that have served the telecommunications industry for decades now.

“The Obama people, you don’t understand, ladies and gentlemen, the socialist agenda is to take control of everything. They got their hands on health care and they’re about to ruin it, and now they want to ruin the Internet. And I don’t know what we can do to stop it.”

Yes, that’s what it is. It’s a socialist plot. You know. To keep Comcast from throttling network speeds for the little guys (like us here at 8WK.)

I don’t want to live under a dictatorship. This is the land of the free and the home of the brave. Let’s fight for it. If you don’t stand up and say something, they’re going to run over you like a steamroller. That’s what’s going on. Our liberties are being eroded every single day that those guys are up there in Washington doing what they do.

How wrong can one fella be? (Source: Right Wing Watch)

I mean, while yer wrong about that, Pat, you might as well be wrong about the likelihood of discovering life in outer space.

Folks, I want to tell you something; they talk about life on other planets. In my opinion, there’s nothing but gaseous balls and barren rocks up in space. That’s all that’s there.

You see, because Pat Robertson believes it, it has to be true. Even though, for example, Jupiter’s Europa may have lots and lots of water and a reasonable temperature for sustaining marine life therein; and even though scientists are isolating more Goldilocks planets every day (eight just last month); no, if Pat Robertson believes it, it must be true.

This planet is where God has got an experiment in what he wants to have accomplished. But somehow, people want to spend a lot of money to go to Mars! I don’t want to think that Mars is someplace I want to visit, and it would take a lot of money to get there!

What a visionary! (Source: Raw Story)

Of course, Robertson is taking the only logical position he can on the matter. Because his primary reference doesn’t really cover that eventuality (I think we’ll be able to substantiate off-Terra life within 20 years.)

Manny Vs. Money

The hat I’ve been wearing all week says “Pacquiao vs. Hatton.”

Only yesterday did I get called out on the hat, by the man who sold me a certain ethyl orange juice additive.

He misremembered the fight, though, recalling it as the one where Manny Pacquiao suffered a rare KO (three in his career). I corrected him. Ricky Hatton, previously undefeated in the light welterweight class, was knocked down twice in round one and KO’d in round two by a single hit to the right side of his head.

It was a smart move by Pacquiao. He sort of telegraphs with his right and then brings in his left to clobber Hatton, whose troubles are exacerbated by the fact that he’s clearly OUT by the punch and so has no way to stop his head from hitting the canvas when he lands.

Therefore, my hat is kind of funny. Because the fight it touts ended up not being much of a fight at all. In fact, it pretty much finished Ricky Hatton’s pugilistic career.

I’m wearing it this week of course because it was announced that Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather Jr. have at last agreed to terms to meet in the ring on May 2. I have not read yet how they circumvented the testing issue, (probably with something technically and legally referred to as “buckets and buckets of money”) but at long last, Manny and Money will meet in the ring.

After that, I reckon boxing is pretty much over.


A nice way to start your day: You walk downstairs and, taped to the door of the pizza shop that used to live next-door to me but moved across the street six months ago, is a sign that says: East Avenue Pizza Shop and Deli coming soon! And there’s a big pile of lumber in there!

Yay!

A bad way to end my day: Losing my f&%‪#‎ing‬ debit card.

BAD. BAD BAD BAD. (S’okay, I cancelled it immediately.)


Congratulations to the Cleveland Browns on their new logo and presentation standards.

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You Can’t Handle the Mute


Oscar Night

It came up Saturday afternoon, as I was hanging out as I often do with my DOD and my GOAB (Grandfather Of Another Brother), when one asked the other, so, will you be watching the Oscars on Sunday?

HELL NO, I won’t be watching the Oscars, said the other.

How about you, Aaron?

I had to admit that I would probably have that particular broadcast turned on.

Because, why not? What else is on? Just put on this mindless television program and get to working on some project or another. Fold some towels. Something.

A few brief observations.

Right before the Best Picture Oscar was presented, I was asked in private chat which movie would win. Birdman, I replied quickly.

Because I hated Birdman.

I really did. I hated this movie. I mean, I fell asleep during this movie, not because I was sleepy, but to escape it. In my waking moments during the movie, I seethed with resentment toward this messy, horrible piece of shit for keeping me in the theater. It made me hate Michael Keaton, and, even worse, it made me hate the living hell out of Emma Stone. Hated hated hated hated hated this movie. Hated it.

So, naturally, it won Best Picture.

In fact, the best 2014 movie I saw didn’t even get to stand in line outside the Kodak Theater Sunday. It was called Obvious Child, starring the ever watchable and funny Jenny Slate, a film that leads me to chant obsessively that the world needs more Jenny Slate. In face, 2014 kind of sucked for movies in general. I mean, what, The Homesman, because movies seem to love to kill the heck out of Hillary Swank? The Grand Budapest Hotel was an unwelcome assault on my senses…Just seemed like a downer of a year for film in general.

The broadcast itself had its moments, the most sparkling bit being the performance of music from The Sound of Music by Lady Gaga. Time after time, this woman just confounds; as she ran through her medley, I could not help but think that I was watching the smartest pop singer in the history of the genre. Many would eschew this opportunity and would only want to sing their own hits; Gaga gladly took on the material, executed flawlessly, and ended by embracing an 80-year-old Julie Andrews. It is seldom to see a popular artist display such versatility and cultural intelligence and respect.

The rest. You know. Meh.

SNL@40

Norm Macdonald is one of the brightest comedy geniuses out there today. I can prove it.

From a recent stream of tweets by him:

“Sometimes people ask me who the funnier character is, Connery or Burt. The funniest character in Celebrity Jeopardy, by far, is alex Trebek as played by Will. Without Will’s perfect take on Trebek,maddened by the outright hostility of Connery, the faraway uninterest of Burt, the sketch is nothing.”

He’s absolutely right.

Ferrell plays the perfect straight man, unusual for him. His Trebek is actually encouraging to his clueless guests, in fact, let’s allow Mcdonald to address that:

“Celebrity Jeopardy was about hope.

“It was about the hope of one man, Alex Trebek, the hope that never died. The audacious hope that never let the facts of the past interfere.

“It was a rhythm piece, as each disaster was signaled by the sound of a buzzer, and each new category signified more, new, hope.”

Suffice it to say, his Tweet stream is highly recommended reading. The Concourse has aggregated it here, though if you ask me, they buried the lede. The most interesting things he had to say were not about Eddie Murphy and Bill Cosby.

It’s the overall insight into the process at a place like SNL and into the surprising cerebral aspect to the Celebrity Jeopardy sketch. (Although, I wish Norm hadn’t ended up kissing Eddie’s ass for kissing Bill Cosby’s ass, because Cosby, you know, (allegedly) “put the pills in the people,” but you can’t always get what you want.)


My own impressions of the SNL@40 special Sunday? If the good people at Saturday Night Live are finding out anything today from the feedback loop, they’re finding out how much people despise “The Californians.”

The sketch is a bizarre spoof on the daytime drama genre blending toward the telenovela, and its signature jokes are that A) People from California talk funny and B) People from California are obsessed with their local and regional traffic patterns.

I think this sketch has only ever been funny to Fred Armisen.

Watching the show as a whole, though, and not to mention the airing the previous Saturday of the pilot, made me realize how nostalgic I am regarding Saturday Night Live. It’s one of those things, I guess, that has been with me my entire life. I’ve watched it through bad seasons and good, and, despite what it’s popular to say, I think SNL keeps getting better.

Case in point: Watch this Saturday for one of the greatest rock bands of our time: The Alabama Shakes (new album debuts April 21, folks.)



Spoiler: I Live In One Of Them

These Are The 10 Most Creative Cities In America By Movoto Real Estate


Ska Ska Ska

Or, as Fox ‘News’ is likely reporting it today: Liberal justice a hopeless wino

rbg_5Ruth Bader Ginsburg: I ‘Wasn’t 100% Sober’ During State of the Union” (Jezebel)

Golly. Ain’t she livin’ right?



Also:

Kevin Drum takes a pragmatically political look at the Republicans and net neutrality and is all like “what the hell are they doing?” (Mother Jones)

As one might suspect, Charles Schultz was a mensch. (Hubpages)

An Open Letter to Governor Walker “Your tenure as Governor has demonstrated nothing less than a systematic attempt to dismantle public education, the cornerstone of democracy and the ladder of social mobility for any society.” (The Marquette Educator)


My beloved Pennsylvania inches toward civilization: Suspends the death penalty (The Washington Post)

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I’m In The Mood For Ska

“Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.” (Casey Kasem)