Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Ferris Bueller Fight Club Theory

This dude Peter Sciretta wrote this and it is absolutely brill...

My favorite thought-piece about Ferris Bueller is the “Fight Club” theory, in which Ferris Bueller, the person, is just a figment of Cameron’s imagination, like Tyler Durden, and Sloane is the girl Cameron secretly loves.

One day while he’s lying sick in bed, Cameron lets “Ferris” steal his father’s car and take the day off, and as Cameron wanders around the city, all of his interactions with Ferris and Sloane, and all the impossible hijinks, are all just played out in his head. This is part of the reason why the “three” characters can see so much of Chicago in less than one day — Cameron is alone, just imagining it all.

It isn’t until he destroys the front of the car in a fugue state does he finally get a grip and decide to confront his father, after which he imagines a final, impossible escape for Ferris and a storybook happy ending for Sloane (”He’s gonna marry me!”), the girl that Cameron knows he can never have.

What do you think?

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Throwin' Back a Throwback

Pepsi unveiled the new "Throwback" flavors of its regular cola and Mountain Dew products, made with real sugar. I bought-up a dong ton at the local Target because this shit is on a trial run. I love me some natural sugar sodas (and they are rare as air these days) and the price is right too--about 2.50 for an 8 pack...that's less than three Mexican Cokes (Now with extra Swine Flu!). So if you like sodas and you hate high fructose corn syrup--give it a try. If we demand they have to supply.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Danny Mendlow. A New Favorite.

I love how he squeezed in, "watch Zeitgeist," at one point. I wonder if any of the hoopleheads in attendance even knew what that meant. The single reason that we're fucked now is because most of those people in attendance at the "Yuk Yuk" didn't stop to think wtf he was talking about...they probably just thought it was part of the joke that they didn't really get, But they'll laugh like they got it because the girl they're with is laughing and he wants to seem smart so he can see her vagina later that night.

The truth is out there and the majority can't handle it...until it's too late.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Horoscope for this Week

As I close my eyes and ask my deep self for a psychic vision that symbolizes your current astrological omens, here's what I see: You're trying to look relaxed even though you have one foot on a dock and one foot on a boat as the boat pulls away. How should we interpret this scene? Here's what I think: It seems likely that at any minute now you will have to commit yourself to either the dock, the boat, or the water.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Episode 5: The New Media Oligarchy

Bonus podcast this week. Mostly political gloom and doom. Had to get it out of my system. I promise a more light-hearted podcast next go around.

ipod D/L:

The Obama Deception. Spread it.


David Icke is Plain Awesome.

The more I read on this guy, the more I am humbled by his view of the world.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Iran in the 1970's

What happened to that country?

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Podcast Zoso: A Self-Aware Serpent

Dolphin Blockade!

ipod D/L:

David Icke and his crazy/awesome theories:

A Scene from "A Distant Thunder": hologram

Monday, April 13, 2009

At least the Thoughtpolice told them up front...

Tea Baggin'

I can't not talk about the tea parties in this weeks podcast--people collectively losing their minds in a mob setting. This just shows you how unorganized the opposition to Obama is...they can't even agree on a platform and then some raving a-hole is given the floor and talks about how college professors are poisoning their kids brains and them some single-celled organism shouts out "Burn the books!" Watch the video and make up your own mind.

I'd love to have a public debate with this asshole about the merits of brainswashing at the college level. I guarantee I would shred him.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Get Born Again.

You know what would be awesome? If bands went back into the studio and rerecorded their classics. I was watching some youtube last night when I came to this revelation. I was watching Tool preform Stinkfist and STP preform Plush--both are staples of any concert they headline. Over time, they have perfected these tracks (Tool is even know to change lyrics in their songs from time to time) with their repetitive play on the road. They make different decisions will vocals and sound, further enhancing--at least in their minds--the essence of the song.

So why not go back into the studio and rerecord these classics with their new essence intact--introduce new sound, new bridges, new lyrics, new perspectives on the zeitgeist in the realm of familiarity.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Some Great Pics from G20.

Do you get the feeling that the British don't want a New World Order?

I like the Cut of this Hesher's Jib.

I smoke pot, and I like it
By Will Wilkinson

"The answer is no, I don't think that is a good strategy to grow our economy." President Obama said it with a chuckle last week at a town hall-style forum. The idea was for Obama to answer some questions about the economy submitted to the White House website. The most popular ones all had something to do with the virtues of legalizing and taxing marijuana. “I don’t know what this says about the online audience,” Obama joshed, and the good Americans assembled at the forum shared a little laugh. What does it say about the online audience? Maybe it says that advocates of marijuana legalization have hope that a president who once inhaled will, even in the middle of a recession, devote some attention to our country's disastrous drug policies.

Have you heard of Santiago Meza Lopez? They call him “The Soupmaker.” In January he confessed to Mexican authorities that he had dissolved over 300 dead human bodies in acid. There’s a lot of money to be made in America’s black market for drugs and Mexican suppliers are willing to kill a lot of people to control those markets and capture the gains. Conservative estimates put the death toll of the war between rival Mexican gangs at over 5,000 in the last year alone. When you kill so many people it’s hard to know what to do with all of the rotting bodies. One way to handle the problem is to call in the Soupmaker. Six hundred American dollars per corpse.

Did you know that the United States of America, the Land of the Free, puts a larger portion of its population behind bars than any country on earth? Thanks in large part to the War on Drugs, Americans lock more of their own in cages than do the thuggish Russians or those “Islamofascist” Saudis. As it happens, American drug prohibition and sentencing policies hit poor black men the hardest, devastating already disadvantaged black families and communities—a tragic, mocking contrast to the achievement of Obama’s election. Militarized police departments across the nation month after month kick down the wrong doors, terrify innocent families, shoot lawful citizens, and often kill the family dog.

So why is Obama laughing? To be fair, in 2004, Obama called the War on Drugs “a complete failure.” And he’s much saner about pot than most politicians. He has in the past called for decriminalization of marijuana and his Justice Department has promised the DEA will ease up on medical marijuana dispensaries that comply with state law (though the Feds just cracked down on a cannabis coop in San Francisco). Sure, Obama’s got a lot on his hands these days. But his dismissive snicker reflects a sadly common nonchalance toward America’s disastrous experiment in prohibition. This is a “war” that has not only failed utterly to shut down the market for drugs, but has, on the way, perpetuated the shameful American legacy of racial stratification, eroded the rights and safety of American citizens, and fomented a civil war on our southern border in which knock-on markets for assassins and corpse liquidation specialists flourish. To call this “complete failure” is to put on a happy face.

Barack Obama inhaled. “The point was to inhale,” he once smartly observed. But Obama also knows how to get elected president. Sadly, at this point in history, it remains a political liability to have become intoxicated on certain safe but illegal and stigmatized substances, like marijuana. Obama has said his past drug use was a regrettable youthful indiscretion, and he might even believe it. But why regret it? He managed to become president, didn’t he? It’s easy to laugh off the folks who jammed the White House switchboard when we imagine them as pranking “stoners,” and this picture of “the online audience” concedes the harmlessness of marijuana users while refusing to take them seriously. But why not imagine them as regular folks motivated by a love of liberty, justice, peace, and, sure, maybe a taste for grass? Why not imagine them as successful professionals, unlike Barack Obama only in political ambition?

Marijuana is neither evil nor dangerous. Scientists have proven its medical uses. It has spared millions from anguish. But the casual pleasure marijuana has delivered is orders of magnitude greater than the pain it has assuaged, and pleasure matters too. That’s probably why Barack Obama smoked up the second and third times: because he liked it. That’s why tens of millions of Americans regularly take a puff, despite the misconceived laws meant to save us from our own wickedness.

The Atlantic Monthly’s Andrew Sullivan has been documenting on his blog the stories of typical, productive Americans—kids’ football coaches, secretaries of the PTA—who smoke marijuana because they like to smoke marijuana, but who understandably fear emerging fully from the “cannabis closet.” This is a profoundly necessary idea. If we’re to begin to roll back our stupid and deadly drug war, the stigma of responsible drug use has got to end, and marijuana is the best place to start. The super-savvy Barack Obama managed to turn a buck by coming out of the cannabis (and cocaine) closet in a bestselling memoir. That’s progress. But his admission came with the politicians’ caveat of regret. We’ll make real progress when solid, upstanding folk come out of the cannabis closet, heads held high.

So here we go. My name is Will Wilkinson. I smoke marijuana, and I like it.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Podcast Part Deux Ex Machina

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Mr. Chi City Mane