The first issue of Mad hit the stands 60 years ago this week — or not. I’ll get back
to that shortly.
What does this have to do with the image above, cropped from a 15-year-old drawing
of mine?
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Showing posts with label f---. Show all posts
Aping Mad
The first issue of Mad hit the stands 60 years ago this week — or not. I’ll get back
to that shortly.
What does this have to do with the image above, cropped from a 15-year-old drawing
of mine?
Double “You”
This post linking to a nifty Sara Bareilles performance holds the blog's record for having been republished the most times. After going up several times last year, keyed to more than one date as I kept trying, weird problems with Blogger and Google's image-hosting service Picasa kept afflicting it. Maybe the time is right to sneak the post back up.
Where it leads is a Vevo clip of Bareilles and band doing a largely unexpurgated albeit truncated cover of the Cee-Lo Green sensation "F--- You", live at The Warfield in San Francisco. It serves here as a prologue to the single "Gonna Get Over You" from her excellent 2010 disc Kaleidoscope Heart, which the first time this post saw the light was relevant since Bareilles had performed said single with Urban Method on the Sing-Off finale in November. At this writing you can listen to the album in full on Bareilles's website.
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Kodak Moments
The Oscars brain-trust was ostensibly going for a fresher, younger feel in tapping James Franco and Anne Hathaway to host the 83rd annual ceremony. So naturally the big hits in the Kodak Theatre on Sunday night included 62-year-old repeat emcee Billy Crystal, a frisky but stroke-impaired 94-year-old Kirk Douglas, 73-year-old Original Screenplay winner David Seidler, the 1953 avatar of the late Bob Hope, and James Franco’s grandmother.
James Franco’s Grandmother is my new band name, by the way.
What the F---?
I spent long enough playing with yesterday’s Google logo when it came up — just screwing around, initially; then attempting to see, like, how much you could mess up one letter without moving the balls in the other letters — that I forgot what I had opened the page to search for, and in my head I let loose a silent “F---!”
And that reminded me of a couple of recent items I’ve been meaning to share:
• Cee-Lo Green’s “F--- You” [3:54]
The official video for the song has come out since I first bookmarked it, so that’s for that, although the original placeholder has its own charm.
• Rachel Bloom’s “F--- Me, Ray Bradbury” [2:40]
Her object of affection is described rhymingly as “the greatest sci-fi writer in history” and he celebrated his 90th birthday a couple of weeks ago. While the lyrics are crude, in the sense of not particularly inventive as well as scatological, the song definitely has its moments.
I’m not big on swearing. But I curse a whole heck of a lot more today than I did as a young man, for a variety of reasons. And as I’ve said before, I see the appeal and I’m perfectly willing to laugh at filthy dialogue or comedy routines if they’re funny.
F Is for...
Cold, snowed in, or otherwise fed up with the forecast in your area? Mixing scatology and meteorology at The F---ing Weather [bad link] might take the edge off.
While I’m not big on swearing myself, I find the dash-dash-dash deal pretty disingenuous. At the same time, I know that some people are totally thrown for a loop by such language. So just to be clear: The above website spells things out, no fudging, flaming, flipping, frigging, freaking, fricking, or frakking substitutes. Those of you who can handle animated condom creatures getting it on, meanwhile, absolutely must check out the award-winning Durex commercial [0:30] that’s garnered production company Superfad a pair of Clios for excellence in advertising. Maybe they can help solve the problem that dooms stick people to extinction [bad link].
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