After 40+ years, this still might be the strangest cover version I’ve ever heard of anything. The re-worked lyrics, where I can understand them, are hilarious. I know only two things about the Residents: they were from San Francisco, and they had a guitarist called Snakefinger. Perhaps former Bay area Bastards can add something. According to the comments, the animation is by Ivan Maximov, a Russian. I don’t know anything about him either. As far as I know, the song and animation are unrelated, but they make a perfect match. Beyond that, words fail me on this one.
“The weird is a way to connect with the world around us and make sense of it.”
So they say at the H.P. Lovecraft festival, held recently in Providence, R.I. There were film screenings, readings, academic presentations, concerts, live podcasts, walking tours of Lovecraft’s Providence, gaming, hardly any cosplay, and a Cthulhu Prayer Breakfast.
I like this crowd.
But middle-aged me sure gets it.
And now we’re back where we started
Here we go round again
Day after day I get up and I say
I better do it again
Okay, everybody back in the Marvel pool.
Hopefully no one here watches the sportsballs, as recently you would have seen this ad ad nauseum.
Periodically I enjoy trying to make sense of speculative digital currency, most of it not even underpinned by scarcity. It makes my brain hurt.
Bitcoin, Ethereum, NFT – sounds like electronica I’m too old to fathom.
And apparently it’s terrible for the environment: a single Bitcoin transaction consumes the same amount of power that an average American home uses in a month.
Twitter, please roast this clown:
I can just not stop laughing that Matt Damon’s pitch for crypto is “Be like a brave explorer, invest your life savings in crypto.”
This commercial where Matt Damon compares buying $5 in ElonAssCoin to the Wright Brothers inventing flight or astronauts exploring space really hypes me up!
An uplifting tune to get you over the midweek hump.
Thanks to Reinfield for exposing me to this Paddy Roberts holiday chestnut a few years ago.
Nearly 60 years on, still as true today as the day it was written.
This looks fantastic. The lead is Cooper Hoffman, son of Philip Seymour.
It’s a classic!