Amazingly my prediction turned out to be wrong and the Celtics beak the Lakers in 6 games. Also amazingly, there were a stack of people at Cheers bar, where i caught the last 10 minutes of game 6, who seemed absolutely over the moon at the C's win. I gotta say, I let out a few yelps when the Dogs took out the title in 04, but my fannitude is nothing compared to these freaks. Spose i'm just not used to seeing people care about basketball teams like that. One guy in particular was way too happy - heck, he was even more excited that Kevin Garnett (by the way this reporter takes the cake, for today, in terms of stupidity. "Kevin, you've dreamed of winning a championship. How does the reality compare with the dream?" What's he supposed to say? Well, reality is better. The dream is obviously more dream like, but it's not quite the same as reality. Great question!) I was very happy for the original manchild, don't get me wrong. We've been through so much together. I really feel he can kick on and win another title in the next 10 to 15 years. It was also funny watching Paul Pierce's reaction: "I told y'all! Yeah!!!" Simple but good.
What now on the sporting horizon? Sports Guy has kind of demolished Wimbledon for me, if it wasn't already. The Euro champs are heating up. I really want to watch Italy Spain but i don't think SBS is televising it. Goddamn it! Meanwhile the dogs are laying turd after turd. This isn't a rebuilding year, by the way - it's a demolishing year, where they fall apart and destroy all the foundations. Rebuilding will be the next year or two. And the Kings are dead too. Sport, you've left me unfulfilled once again. I shall now go and play with my Kubb sticks.
Showing posts with label You Tube. Show all posts
Showing posts with label You Tube. Show all posts
Friday, June 20, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Sorrow without bridles
There comes a time in every woman, man and old person's life when they must watch celebrity boxing. I could write a lot about this clip, but it ultimately speaks for itself. Suffice to say, I lost a little bit of humanity by watching Screech fight Horshack. And I encourage you to do the same. Deeply disturbing. Sorry Mr Belding! Post Scriptum: I forgot to add links to parts two and three.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Norm MacDonald
In case you haven't heard, Norm's been gathering some votes for most underrated comedian of the last 20 years. Here's an ooold stand up clip, and it's part hilarious, part unintentionally funny and part unfunny. Thing is, I think the unintentionally funny stuff might be funny on purpose.
Monday, January 28, 2008
The many shades of... Darth Vader
Retrieved from ol' dependable (The) Sports Guy. It's a little long, and slow in parts, but it got me real good a few times.
"I quit on you when you ran outta Dee-troit with Willie The Pimp!" - Get This worthy.
"I quit on you when you ran outta Dee-troit with Willie The Pimp!" - Get This worthy.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Last night I saw the shins
They were bony and easily bruised. Last night I saw The Shins. They were good. Perhaps sadly, they met expectations.
I was wondering whether they would be any different to their recordings. Turns out they’re not. The singer sings well – he has a great voice. The band played well. They’re very much into swapping instruments. Aside from the drummer and singer (who also played mostly rhythm guitar), the other three band members swapped roles as keyboardist, bassist, lead guitarist and other rhythm guitarist during the show.
Their slower songs were nice, although they played New Slang a little too slow for my liking. Their faster songs went down well. They played most of my favourite songs. My fellow attendees noted the Enmore often has poor sound quality. What’s up with that?
For me the highlight was the encore, during which they played Pink Floyd’s Bicycle. Such a surprising choice. Wait, sorry – they played Pink Floyd’s Breathe (slow intro - be patient). If only they’d added the 7 minute interlude of buzzing noises, clocks, mad laughter and alarms, they really could have made an impression. It was good to hear the Shins singing “Run, rabbit run.” Come to think of it, that could easily be a Shins lyric. Actually, the more I think of it, if the pace and melody were changed, the words of Breathe fit astonishingly (you heard me, astonishingly) well with known Shinsian output.
All of this a reminder of the Studio vs Stage Divide. It’s generally disappointing when the live performance echoes the recording. The important exception is when the performer/s are so damn good that you’d pay good money just to see someones do that in person. But if they’re that good, they’re probably going to make some changes anyway.
The other exception seems to be classical music, although my untrained ears may be missing something (incidentally, why do we lavish respect to musicians who note for note play something someone else has written, but ignore translators who have taken one masterpiece and faithfully converted it into an entirely new medium?).
Otherwise, you want your live performances to add something. It may be high quality banter, 45 costume changes, chaos or improvisation. I dunno, maybe if the lead singer’s really hot, it’s just worth it to see them in person. Last night there were plenty of frenzied fans, but I can’t find their reason, unless they were physically attracted to the band members. I just don’t understand them.
I wonder what it would take for me to frenzy… Maybe the older and smarter I get, the more likely I’ll be to frenzy.
I was wondering whether they would be any different to their recordings. Turns out they’re not. The singer sings well – he has a great voice. The band played well. They’re very much into swapping instruments. Aside from the drummer and singer (who also played mostly rhythm guitar), the other three band members swapped roles as keyboardist, bassist, lead guitarist and other rhythm guitarist during the show.
Their slower songs were nice, although they played New Slang a little too slow for my liking. Their faster songs went down well. They played most of my favourite songs. My fellow attendees noted the Enmore often has poor sound quality. What’s up with that?
For me the highlight was the encore, during which they played Pink Floyd’s Bicycle. Such a surprising choice. Wait, sorry – they played Pink Floyd’s Breathe (slow intro - be patient). If only they’d added the 7 minute interlude of buzzing noises, clocks, mad laughter and alarms, they really could have made an impression. It was good to hear the Shins singing “Run, rabbit run.” Come to think of it, that could easily be a Shins lyric. Actually, the more I think of it, if the pace and melody were changed, the words of Breathe fit astonishingly (you heard me, astonishingly) well with known Shinsian output.
All of this a reminder of the Studio vs Stage Divide. It’s generally disappointing when the live performance echoes the recording. The important exception is when the performer/s are so damn good that you’d pay good money just to see someones do that in person. But if they’re that good, they’re probably going to make some changes anyway.
The other exception seems to be classical music, although my untrained ears may be missing something (incidentally, why do we lavish respect to musicians who note for note play something someone else has written, but ignore translators who have taken one masterpiece and faithfully converted it into an entirely new medium?).
Otherwise, you want your live performances to add something. It may be high quality banter, 45 costume changes, chaos or improvisation. I dunno, maybe if the lead singer’s really hot, it’s just worth it to see them in person. Last night there were plenty of frenzied fans, but I can’t find their reason, unless they were physically attracted to the band members. I just don’t understand them.
I wonder what it would take for me to frenzy… Maybe the older and smarter I get, the more likely I’ll be to frenzy.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
The Gentle Art of Impressions
Once again, I take my hat off to Frank Caliendo. He has good variety, and most importantly, he incorporates relevant jokes into his impressions e.g. Al Pacino's habit of turning kid's sayings into cool tough guy talk ('You sir, are a liar. Liar liar, your pants [beat] are on FIRE!').
It's really criminal to go to the trouble of learning the exquisitely fine details of someone's voice, cadence, facial expressions and body language if all you're going to do is repeat some famous catchphrase or line from a movie. You gotta take it to the next level.
When it comes to impression-worthy subjects, there's a predictable few that keep cropping up: Bobert De Niro, Cristobal Walken, Jack Nicholson, Arnold Schwarzenegger (though he doesn't really count). When you think about it, maybe this is the X factor for any aspiring young actor or actrix - acquire a distinctive or odd speech style.
While we're on the topic, we can't forget Hammertime's Brog favourite, New Zealand's own Tony Martin. He's been producing high quality impressions, along with a whole grab bag of champagne comedy, for over a decade now. He manages to do both locally relevant pollies and journos ('Peter Harvey, going down a slide') as well as international celebrities (Patrick Stewart at a McDonald's drive through comes to mind - towards the bottom of the page). He even combined Tony Soprano with Amanda Vanstone ("Amanda Vanstone is not herself", halfway down the page).
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So I heard that Brett Whitely's The Olgas for Ernest Giles sold for $3.48 million the other day. This is considerably more than it cost to paint (to borrow a Micallef joke). Which brings me to my question for the day: surely art buyers should just invest, I don't know, $3.07 million in training themselves, saving a handsome $410,000 in the process, which they could then spend on Frank's Pizza. Alright, so it's not a question.
It's really criminal to go to the trouble of learning the exquisitely fine details of someone's voice, cadence, facial expressions and body language if all you're going to do is repeat some famous catchphrase or line from a movie. You gotta take it to the next level.
When it comes to impression-worthy subjects, there's a predictable few that keep cropping up: Bobert De Niro, Cristobal Walken, Jack Nicholson, Arnold Schwarzenegger (though he doesn't really count). When you think about it, maybe this is the X factor for any aspiring young actor or actrix - acquire a distinctive or odd speech style.
While we're on the topic, we can't forget Hammertime's Brog favourite, New Zealand's own Tony Martin. He's been producing high quality impressions, along with a whole grab bag of champagne comedy, for over a decade now. He manages to do both locally relevant pollies and journos ('Peter Harvey, going down a slide') as well as international celebrities (Patrick Stewart at a McDonald's drive through comes to mind - towards the bottom of the page). He even combined Tony Soprano with Amanda Vanstone ("Amanda Vanstone is not herself", halfway down the page).
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So I heard that Brett Whitely's The Olgas for Ernest Giles sold for $3.48 million the other day. This is considerably more than it cost to paint (to borrow a Micallef joke). Which brings me to my question for the day: surely art buyers should just invest, I don't know, $3.07 million in training themselves, saving a handsome $410,000 in the process, which they could then spend on Frank's Pizza. Alright, so it's not a question.
Monday, June 18, 2007
more YouTube
Funny Al Pacino impression from Frank Caliendo, about the 1:50 mark.
Another Pacino one from Aries Spears, with a few other good ones in there too.
Paula Abdul under the influence of something. I couldn't watch the whole thing.
More Caliendo.
Another Pacino one from Aries Spears, with a few other good ones in there too.
Paula Abdul under the influence of something. I couldn't watch the whole thing.
More Caliendo.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
He moves like water - powerful and yielding at the same time
None other than the muscles from Brussels!
While we're YouTubing, a recent fave is euonym. "Is what you meaning good? Is what ana meaning name?" What the hell is she talking about?
And finally Carl Lewis exercising some weak, weak muscles.
I must pay tribute to the Sports Guy, far and away my favourite writer right now. He is the source, if indirect, for the above links, and I reckon I could make a great column pretty much ripping off his topics.
He referred today to an old column he wrote comparing Cheers and Seinfeld. Apparently today's generation doesn't appreciate Cheers, or Ted Danson's comic and acting genius. Granted he was better than Jerry Seinfeld, but that's not hard. And yes, George Costanza was the greatest character in the history of TV.
Even Seinfeld jumped the shark though. This stems from an episode of Happy Days when the Fonz somehow cleared a shark, marking the point when the series passes from greatness into mediocrity, be it by slow decline or rapid drop.
While we're YouTubing, a recent fave is euonym. "Is what you meaning good? Is what ana meaning name?" What the hell is she talking about?
And finally Carl Lewis exercising some weak, weak muscles.
I must pay tribute to the Sports Guy, far and away my favourite writer right now. He is the source, if indirect, for the above links, and I reckon I could make a great column pretty much ripping off his topics.
He referred today to an old column he wrote comparing Cheers and Seinfeld. Apparently today's generation doesn't appreciate Cheers, or Ted Danson's comic and acting genius. Granted he was better than Jerry Seinfeld, but that's not hard. And yes, George Costanza was the greatest character in the history of TV.
Even Seinfeld jumped the shark though. This stems from an episode of Happy Days when the Fonz somehow cleared a shark, marking the point when the series passes from greatness into mediocrity, be it by slow decline or rapid drop.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
I'm watching Clerks 2. It's very crass
I was watching Family Guy this evening and I saw this rather disturbing scene.
Has anyone seen the Centrelink ad that's running at the moment? It's such a good thing that we fine young women $6,000 for not informing the state of their living arrangements.
I have been thinking of writing a treatment. The only problem is I don't know exactly what a treatment is.
Remind me to write about Jon Theodore's drumming.
Has anyone seen the Centrelink ad that's running at the moment? It's such a good thing that we fine young women $6,000 for not informing the state of their living arrangements.
I have been thinking of writing a treatment. The only problem is I don't know exactly what a treatment is.
Remind me to write about Jon Theodore's drumming.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
interview doctoring
Here's a pretty damn funny doctoring of Britney & JT from Weird Al, whose timing is a little off.
It is very reminiscent of some of Tony Martin's work on TripleM.
In case you're wondering, the pic's from Rocky Balboa, the latest and perhaps final instalment in the Rocky series. It was a good move to drop the VI, as that allows us to temporarily forget V.
Jim Carrey reportedly begged Sylvester Stallone to cast him as Broke Pete, Rocky's has-been next door neighbour who inspires him to return to his previous heights of pugilistic prowess. "He told me he was gagging for it," Sly said. "When a man like Jim Carrey begs you, you listen to him, believe you me."
Either that, or it's from The Number 23, coming soon to a thee8r near you. In it, Jim Carrey plays saxophonist Otto Pfister. The star performance is really Carrey's convicing depiction of a man suffering from worms. Critics are openly, freely and broadly tipping him to be nominated for a Tony this year.
Ever since getting tattooed while on a bender in Philadelphia, Carrey has found it hard to find suitable roles in which to display his 'guns'. In #23, they receive approximately 23 minutes of camera time.
The film's backdrop is the Sydney suburb of Petersham circa the early '80s. Carrey's Australian accent was so good, he was often mistaken for Richie Benaud when making phone calls.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Two stuff
These withered hands
have dug for a dream
sifted through sand
and
left over nightmares
ooover the hill
a desolate wind
turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
the end
oh the end
we live again
oh I grew weary of the end
That day I found Beck again. Somewhere along the line I'd lost him. Been to the Museums of the mars volta, the Westmeads of ween and the Petershams of crash test dummies. Back the soul mass transit system's just pulled in to Platform 1 at Becksville, and it's good to be back.
Dude can write lyrics.
But the real reason I wrote is to inform you of what is undeniably a return to form of ...The [zoom out clouds] Siiiimpsons...
They got a movie trailer. You MUST WATCH IT NOW
have dug for a dream
sifted through sand
and
left over nightmares
ooover the hill
a desolate wind
turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
the end
oh the end
we live again
oh I grew weary of the end
That day I found Beck again. Somewhere along the line I'd lost him. Been to the Museums of the mars volta, the Westmeads of ween and the Petershams of crash test dummies. Back the soul mass transit system's just pulled in to Platform 1 at Becksville, and it's good to be back.
Dude can write lyrics.
But the real reason I wrote is to inform you of what is undeniably a return to form of ...The [zoom out clouds] Siiiimpsons...
They got a movie trailer. You MUST WATCH IT NOW
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