I was pretty impressed with Robert Eggers horror flick The Witch, so I was pretty psyched to hear that he was making a Viking saga film in Iceland. Bjork is in it, so it has to be good, right?
Taste My Burnin’ Love
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Faith No More Covers Burt Bacharach
And holy shit, they crush it (“This Guy’s in Love with You”).
Jump in!
Time For A Xmas Classic
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.
Bring Me the Head of Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown is on the run from the Peanuts Gang after the Great Pumpkin puts a bounty on his head. Animated student short by Jim Reardon, who later worked on The Simpsons (1990–2004) – director, supervising director, storyboard consultant; WALL-E (2008) – screenwriter, story supervisor; Wreck-It Ralph (2012) – writer, head of story; and Zootopia (2016) – writer, co-head of story.
Shit
Fun facts:
His mother, single and working multiple jobs, invented Liquid Paper in her kitchen blender and made a fortune.
Contra his “quiet Monkee” persona, he had a temper. When Don Kirshner told them he’d sue the Monkees for breach of contract for wanting more artistic control, Nesmith punched a hole in the wall, telling Kirshner it could have been his face. He’d grown to think Kirshner was an idiot, especially after DK refused to let the Monkees record his song, “Different Drum,” which afterward became a huge hit for Linda Ronstadt. (If you ever watched Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert back in the 70’s, he really did sound like an idiot.)
Post Monkees, one of his media companies was defrauded by PBS. He won in court, and afterward said, “it’s like catching your grandmother stealing your stereo. You’re glad to get your stereo back, but you’re sad to find out that Grandma’s a thief.”
WandaVision
Thanks to Renfield for the impetus to watch more WJ.
She rocks!
Sex-Crazed Sanity
A new use for Viagra. I carry some genetic risk for Alzheimer’s, indeed you bastards may have already diagnosed me. If I go this treatment route, Mrs. Renfield’s probably going to throw open the marriage on my end.
More Space Junk
I’m convinced that someday the mother ship is coming for me, so I like to scan spaceward. The International Space Station is the third brightest object in the sky, and Spot the Station provides an excellent resource for following it. I plugged in the hometown and got this:
In addition to the ISS, it’s important to watch the planets. The Hubble Telescope takes photos every year (monitoring Jupiter’s monolith, presumably) and recently uncovered excitement on Saturn:
“In the northern hemisphere of Saturn, it was early autumn when Hubble took this year’s look at the ringed planet. A mysterious six-sided hurricane has reappeared around the planet’s north pole. The storm, big enough to swallow four Earths, was first spotted by the Voyager spacecraft in the early 1980s. Last year it was hard to see but this year it has reappeared.
Farther out, it’s springtime on Uranus . . .”
Holy Mystery of Fandom
I like John Coltrane as much as the next egghead, but this is a little much.