I used to think that my loves for U2 and drag queens were doomed to be two disparate affections that only came together for a single, magical moment circa Achtung Baby:

The Ethel Merman Experience has proven otherwise:
I used to think that my loves for U2 and drag queens were doomed to be two disparate affections that only came together for a single, magical moment circa Achtung Baby:

The Ethel Merman Experience has proven otherwise:
The laws of camp enthusiasm dictate that all things are made more fabulous by Carol Channing. Ventriloquist dummies are no exception:

It therefore goes without saying, of course, that any comedy sketch video to feature Carol Channing, the Carol Channing ventriloquist dummy, or a man doing a drag impersonation of Carol Channing is liable to blow your damn mind. But what happens when you add Pauline Kael, genius, and a scatological (and decidedly NSFW) take on motherhood to the mix? You get “Mommy Time”:
In honor of Sesame Street’s 4oth birthday today, here’s an old skit that I strongly suspect may in fact be the very skit my that my mom claims was one of my absolute favorite:
It’s a disco number. With a mirror ball. While this is hardly me dancing around my parents’ bedroom to The Nutcracker or straddling my mother’s feather duster and pretending I was the Wicked Witch of the West, this skit is pretty much just a Donna-Summer-inspired muppet away from being yet another instance of my incredibly gay childhood.
And for that bit of fabulous in my wee formative years, I thank you, Sesame Street. Happy birthday!
UPDATE (11/6/09): After talking with my mother, it seems as though this is unfortunately not the specific skit I was looking for; however, it should be noted that said skit from my youth starred Bert and Ernie. Infer from that what you will.
Do you not know what Megafault is? Don’t worry. Until this morning, neither did I, but now I do, and it’s time to spread the gospel. People, this is Megafault:

Without so much as a trailer, the first thing that occurred to me was that I really need to put Brittany Murphy on Google alert. Between this and The Ramen Girl, I’m beginning to suspect that any movie starring Brittany Murphy is a film destined bad movie excellence. Coming from the producers that brought us Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus and originally airing on SyFy are just shitshow icing on the train wreck cake. Seriously, I need only this bargain bin DVD cover to know that this movie’s destined for greatness.
Of course, saying that would discount the Megafault trailer, which is a whole new realm of terrible I never actually believed attainable:
While much of this season, from the utter shock of the John Deere accident to the abject horror of Peggy taking a roll in the hay with Duck Phillips, much of this season of Mad Men has been one surprise after the next; however, one thing that had been foreshadowed from the moment we saw Margaret Sterling’s wedding invitation flash across the screen was John F. Kennedy’s assassination. Well, it finally happened in this past week’s episode:

While my irresponsible blogging instincts have me inclined to skip all the way past all of this quagmire of historical seriousness and get straight to the matching shoes and dress Trudy was going to wear to Margaret’s wedding before Pete decided he was kaput with Sterling Cooper (seriously, that blue was fabu!), I think the above image really sums up what this past week’s episode was actually about, which was watching television.
Seriously, if we weren’t actually watching archival news footage reporting on JFK’s assassination and the subsequent murder of Lee Harvey Oswald this past, we were likely watching someone watching news coverage. While Don assured his kids that everything would remain the same, and Joan assured Roger that the world was still turning as usual, the near omnipresence of the television in this past week’s episode served as a reminder of how things really were changing in the 1960s, and how integral a part television (and particular televised news) would play in this cultural shift that has led to our current era of media oversaturation.
There’s something so antiquated yet prescient about being reminded of a time where news didn’t travel by Facebook or 24-hour news network. Added to that, seeing the phones at Sterling Cooper go dead from the overload was comically surreal in that it was like seeing 1960s version of Twitter go down, but nobody turned to Western Union telegrams to vent their frustration.
My goodness. Has it really been nearly a week since this past week’s Mad Men? Shitfire, y’all, it really has been! And even though the interwebs have already had a week to give us thoroughly considered and Does that mean this week’s Mad Men won’t be recapped? Absolutely not! But does that mean this week’s recap is going to make like a Talking Heads’ concert film and stop making sense? You’d best believe it!
First things first, serious talk and schadenfreude :

I mean, I hate to sound like an unsympathetic monster, but there was something waaay too satisfying having to watch her walk back home after spending half an evening hunched down in the passenger’s seat of Don’s car. Seriously, I’d about had enough watching Don and Suzanne wreak havoc on my eyeballs plan their romantic getaway vacation this episode, but fortunately Betty and the kids came back early from their trip to Grandpa Eugene’s house, which brings us to the serious talk:
Seriously? Seriously:
This costume is called the “Billion Dollar Baby,” and though the baby in this picture looks as if he or she is having a gas, I can’t help but feel that–much like dressing up your pets for Halloween– this costume constitutes some form of abuse. I can understand wanting to dress your kid up as something totally precious, like a kitten or a cowboy or a chicken:

Oh, hello U2 news that elicited a thousand SQUEEE!s of enthusiasm:
U2 has announced that Sunday night’s concert at the Rose Bowl is being filmed for a future DVD release … and that it will be streamed live online, too. According to an email being sent to U2.com subscribers, the webcast will begin at 8:30 pm PT.
I don’t even care that 8:30 pm PT is 11:30 pm over here on the east coast, nor does it make a lick of difference to me that the L.A. Times reports that the concert will remain archived on YouTube after its live premiere, thereby making it possible for me to watch at my convenience. I’m watching the stream live. Every last minute of it.
Yes, there are downsides to staying up ’til 2 am on account of your inability to exhibit an ounce of self-control when U2 is involved. You may be really tired at work the next day for example. Or perhaps you find yourself having to hide that shiner your roommate gave you because you couldn’t stop shrieking at your computer. Worthy sacrifices, I’d say.
Seriously, check out this trailer and tell me it won’t be worth a punch to the face:
Oh dear. There’s a music video for Adam Lambert’s single off the 2012 soundtrack, “Time for Miracles,” and it is as fabulous and ridiculous as this image I found through Google image search for “2012 soundtrack”:

So, you know, very fabulous. And extremely ridiculous.
As with everything else coming down the 2012 pipeline, it’s a batshit crazy train wreck of histrionic performances and apocalyptic disaster. And, as with everything else coming down the 2012 pipeline, I mean that as a compliment: