What happens when you take elements from The Big Lebowski and add them to the final scene of The Force Awakens? Magic.
Thanks to John Boggs for the find!
What happens when you take elements from The Big Lebowski and add them to the final scene of The Force Awakens? Magic.
Thanks to John Boggs for the find!
The Blue Velvet play set (ages 3 and up!) is a joke and not an actual toy, but as someone who lived in a house where we had Blue Velvet movie night every month (it was during my time at Crazy Go Nuts University, and of course we served Pabst Blue Ribbon), a play set that lets you become Dennis Hopper’s character, Frank Booth, is horrifyingly amusing. Dangerous Minds points to the David Lynch Facebook fan page Lynchland, which reported that the amazingly inappropriate play set was seen at the Monsterpalooza fan convention.
Just thinking about Blue Velvet is making me crave a PBR right now (the video below may not be safe for work; there’s some swearing):
Want to get back at someone with children under 10? Give their kid the Recorder Fun! Frozen Songbook:
It comes with a cheap recorder flute and the sheet music and fingering charts for the songs from the movie. If they thought it was annoying when the kids played the movie and soundtrack over and over again, wait until those songs as performed on a cheap, hastily-manufactured, wind instruments by overexcitied kids who aren’t worried about technique or even hitting the right notes. Vengeance can be yours at Amazon for a mere $9.28.
For extra mariachi-style torment, you can throw in the Frozen recorder flute, tambourine, and maracas set for an additional $8.49 at Amazon:
Perhaps your enemy’s kids aren’t into Frozen, but Star Wars. Worry not, Disney toy licensing’s got you covered. You can torment them by giving those kids the Star Wars recorder set, which lets the lil’ rugrats commit atrocities upon John Williams’ score and your marks’ ears:
Another good present to give to bad parents is the Peekaboo Dance Pole, which British grocery/general merchandise chain Tesco originally put in their “Toys” department until people registered complaints about its inappropriateness for kids:
The pole came with all the “right” accessories: a CD of pole-dancing music, a garter, and even play money for the play audience to stuff info said garter.
Tesco still sells the pole, but they’ve since moved it out of the toy section and put it with the exercise equipment. If you’d like one, Amazon has them for $64.99, and it comes with an instructional DVD, the garter, and 100 Peekaboo “dance dollars”.
Hmmm…Anitra’s birthday’s coming up…
I opened with a fake toy for a David Lynch film, and I’ll close with a real children’s product for a David Lynch Film: Dune. They actually licensed a coloring book for kids, and it’s mind-blowing. I’ll show you a couple of samples; you can find more at Kitchen Overlord.
This sign may come in handy, what with it being a particularly contentious election year here in the Excited States.
…from Shaft!
But seriously: Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms, and all of you who fill a mom-like role. You make the world go ’round.
I’d like to send an extra-special Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom. I may be 1100 miles away, but I’m still thinking of you!
Before I was an accordion player, I was a synth player. During my colorful academic career at Crazy Go Nuts University, I played keyboards in an grunge-y alt-rock band named Volume from 1992 through 1994, where I fit myself into the sound in the same way Roddy Bottum fit his into Faith No More. The rest of the band were:
In order to give Mike’s vocals a break, I’d get to take over vocals for one number: a medley of Right Said Fred’s I’m Too Sexy and the Public Enemy/Anthrax version of Bring the Noise. That’s right, we were taking two radically different songs and mashing them together years before Norman Cook even came up with the alternate identity of “Fatboy Slim”.
The photo above was taken by Chris Phillips, who took the photo at a house party gig held somewhere in the “student ghetto”. That’s Yours Truly up front, and George on bass, and wow, are we looking as early ’90s as all get-out.
My friend Desmond sent a scan of this old photo of me taken sometime in the early 2000s. The clues to the time: sideburns, goatee, more hair (and less grey), the decor at my parents’ house in the background, the accordion, which I purchased from Caringi Accordion House in 2000, and my youthful, muscular hands.