Don’t worry, I am aware that MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON (by Dean Fleischer-Camp) is quite old, but my sustained interest in watching it forced me to pass it on further.
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It’s worth watching all of Stephen Colbert’s congressional appearance, in which he testified and took questions on the plight of migrant workers in character, but here’s his impressive opening statement, via CSPAN.
Man, I used to watch The Boondocks during the first season, but never followed it after that; I’m going to have to catch up at some point if it’s still this good.
I think I’ve decided this is my favourite Huge moment to date. Will (Nikki Blonsky) has brought a whole candy aisle’s stock of contraband into the fat camp using a secret compartment in her case, and becomes the dealer to the entire student body. Fair warning: I am probably not going to shut up about Huge.
There’s a supermarket near my house that was a Tuckerbag when I was a kid; this was until I was maybe nine or ten, at which point Tuckerbag went out of business or was bought out or something, and the supermarket changed hands several times, becoming in various incarnations a Foodworks, an IGA, a Food-Rite, and I think one other thing, to the point where I have no idea what it is any more, even though it’s been one of those things stably for years now. As such, I still call it Tuckerbag, but fewer and fewer people know what the hell Tuckerbag is, so here it is in all its glory: the Tuckerbag mascot … a paper bag with a face on it.
Hello new Lady Gaga video!
Having only finally watched this after being convinced by Lesley’s analysis, I have to say this so perfectly illustrates my feelings about Gaga as to be worthy of exposition. In the order which will allow for a M. Knight Shyamalan-ly lacklustre twist, my thoughts are: “Wow, this is some boring music; why is there an an intro and then six solid minutes of a constantly looping chorus which itself is made up of like five words?” and “This is like a totally awesome PSA for a demographic who is otherwise never going to get the sort of if-not-revolutionary-then-revolutionary-to-pop-listeners messages Gaga posits.”
The latter mostly wins out, to the point where I think what she’s doing is awesome, and I’m glad that market is getting these messages somewhere, but on the flipside I wish there was someone additionally putting out these messages for people who will self-Tyson if they ever hear “Ale-Alejandro Ale-Alejandro” another 30,000 times (read: this song, once). In short: Long live Lady Gaga; I hope never to hear her again.
