James Hetfield-ah

Over the summer, my brother and I got a big kick out of doing what was called "James Hetfielding" songs. Simply sing a song, preferably not very metal, in James Hetfield voice. It was hilarious, and made several Green Day songs so much better. Then we started doing it to The Beatles, and many a rofl was had.

So imagine my shock when Wolfgang told me about a little band called "Beatallica". I was floored. It's just so hilarious hearing a Metallica-like band, sing The Beatles. Just listen to these folk,













And just for the lulz,

Super-Science Struggle

Ahh, Saturdays. Waking up to the sound of Wolfgang yelling at the window. Saturday is our weekly Pancake Day. Every Saturday, Wolfgang comes up our suite for Pancakes at 10 AM and every week we are asleep when he gets here and he has to wake us up while locked out.

Pancakes have now started being traditionally followed up by a batch of Mystery Science Theater 3000. Today we picked a lovely film called Robot v. Aztec Mummy. That film isn't what caught our eye today. It was the short serial at the beginning. Episode 1 of Radar Men from the Moon, The Moon Rocket. Let's just say once it was over we went online to find the other episodes. It is beyond brilliant.

Pictured: Genius

The commentary from MST3K was almost nonexistent during this segment, it was unnecessary. What needed to be said was said by the actors. This show was just amazing. It opened with several bits of stock footage of things blowing up. When the main character, Commando Cody is revealed, he has it figured out in under 1 minute. I checked. From the fact that the explosions were of an atomic nature, but without the really big boom. So it must be an "atomic beam". Which no one on Earth has. Since Commando Cody has just built a moon rocket, it must be some one from there. Why else would he have built the convenient transport?

Pictured: Convenient transport

While we were laughing and enjoying the exploits of Commando Cody, I can't deny that I wasn't taking notes. The music, cinematography and script were all noted and cataloged. For those of you who know me, you may know that last year I began working together a script for a bad 50's sci-fi sppof. Lord Victorian v. The Robot-Pirate-Bear-Ninja-Monkey-Vampires from Space. Long title, easy concept. Steampunk British nobility with a steam powered flying pennyfarthing and steam powered gatling gun for an arm fights giant space monster/internetsworstnightmare. If I ever do finish the script, it will have a Commando Cody noted in the credits, because his influence is undeniable. The thing is going to be no-budget, except I need to make a penny farthing, big one or model one, all options are on the table.

Pictured: Hope

If your intrigued by the amazing adventures of Commando Cody, well thats why Jesus invented Google Video.

Tis the 43rd Day of the Bureaucracy

Folks, I have once again been away from this place that I write pointless unread drivel that I feel an obligation to post for reasons I don't think I'll ever truly understand. Since last I spoke we are all 25 days older and $78,361,331,988.99 deeper into debt.

That being said, I noticed something while looking up that number, we are only a trillion dollars short of our gross domestic product. Now years ago, I promised a big ass party when the two numbers hit a point of equivalence. A celebration of the excess we will no longer enjoy. It's kind of like Mardi Gras, except instead of celebrating before getting rid of meat, we're celebrating just before our national economic collapse. So it's the same idea really. This is similar to the promise that I made in 7th grade, that I would throw a party if/when Dr. Phil and/or Oprah end up in prison for some reason.

So just reminding you, watch the debt clock to know what time the party starts.

Or Court TV, whatever happens first really.