Saturday, December 19, 2009

Echo Base


If you could play Sim City on the ice planet Hoth, Philadelphia in the midst of a blizzard is what you would get.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

YouTube K-Hole: Neil Diamond

It is so easy for me to fall into a YouTube K-hole. All it takes is one silly video posted on Facebook and I'm in trouble. I find myself clicking on all the related videos until I've wasted hours playing this internet version of Six Degrees of Seperation. So, when one of my coworkers forwarded me this apocalypse-summoning version of Adam Sandler's The Chanukah Song, covered by none other than Neil Diamond, I knew I had the next part of my day mapped out for me.

After hearing that godawful cover (of an equally godawful song) I got a little obsessed with finding examples of musicians doing their own versions of the songs of Neil Diamond. I had no idea I would find so many! Behold, the spoils of my procrastination:



Neil began his career as a songwriter and his earliest success came from writing a bunch of popular tunes for The Monkees, including "I'm a Believer".



The song had a surge in popularity when Smash Mouth covered it for the Shrek soundtrack. (Click on this video at your own risk. Smash Mouth's version is inexplicably horrible.)



Remember this from Pulp Fiction? So good.



This song has such a characteristic Johnny Cash vibe, it's hard to believe Neil "Jewish Elvis" Diamond wrote it. Good for him!



Speaking of Elvis, his cover of "Sweet Caroline" is my absolute favorite YouTube find. Nobody can work a jumpsuit quite like him.



This compilation wouldn't be complete without an appearance by Diamonds in the Rough, the Neil Diamond cover band from the underrated low brow movie Saving Silverman. The attention to detail in the costume design is remarkable.

P.S. Did you know "Neil Diamond" is not a stage name? That's the name he was born with! He actually considered using either "Noah Kaminsky" or "Eice Chary" but decided to stick with his (superior) real name as a tribute to his grandmother. By the way, you can tell I have it bad when Wikipedia gets involved.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Food for Thought



Mmm. Authors and cinnabons. I think I gained five pounds just by making this video. Maybe the next author will want to cook a salad for our internet show. Maybe not.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Philadelphia Transit Strike Hits Close to Home



I think if I worked from home everyday I'd forget how to wear a bra. Just saying.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Recession Affects Comedy

It looks like the folks on SNL are reusing costumes. And apparently Fred Armisen and Scarlet Johansson wear the same size. Who knew?

2006:



2009:

Necessary Film Revisions: Pretty in Pink


Pretty in Pink
hasn't aged well for me. I used to totally buy the starcrossed love affair between Molly Ringwald and Andrew McCarthy, even though it doesn't make any sense at all. Although they hail from vastly dissimilar socioeconomic backgrounds and the fact that all of their friends hate each other's guts, the two characters share a mutual, yet completely inexplicable, attraction that culminates in one of the most awkward dates in cinema history. Seriously, this date is excruciating, especially since it is never made clear why they like each other in the first place. Yet, after a mildly okay-looking kiss, the exceedingly dull pair are OMG SO IN LOVE! Then, torn apart by the scorn of supporting characters who lack any plausible motivation whatsoever, the lovers triumphantly reunite at prom, much to the surprise of teenage girls who DON'T think Duckie's gay. Whatever. Not buying it.

Although I've soured on Pretty in Pink in general, I still have a soft spot for Steff, James Spader's deliciously evil yuppie character in the film. His glorious jerkitude is a pleasure to behold. My friend Eem, who shares my affinity for Steff, and I have joked for years about making a cut of Pretty in Pink that spotlights our favorite teenage devil. Well, I had a lot of free time this weekend. Ladies and gentlemen, the Steff edit.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Back to Cool



Courses at Val University:

Ebay Economics: It's All About the Search Word

Advanced Pop Culture Referencing

Overlooked Film Genres: Erotic Thrillers of the 90s

Doritos Collisions and the Science of Snack Food

Simultaneous Media Consumption

Yo Mamma!: The Art of Smacktalking

Science Friction: Barbarella and the Bombshells of Space

Finding Weird Shit on the Internet


Due to the recession, the degree in Savings is no longer available. Sorry about the inconvenience.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Hell-oh-el cats



Today in bizarre Philadelphia news: some psychopath wrapped a defenseless cat head to paw in duct tape and left her to die. Thankfully, some horrified person found her and took her to an animal welfare organization for care. I can haz goo gone?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Fashion Police



Is it discriminatory to pull a white cop from duty simply because he woke up one morning and decided to rock some sweet cornrows? Maybe. Does the questionable decision rescue the eyes of Philadelphia residents from the searing ugliness of said cornrows? Absolutely.

Monday, September 21, 2009

All that and a bag of chips



Move over Rap Snacks! The bodega in my neighborhood sells the best chips in the world. For a mere 25 cents a pop I can enjoy a tasty snack while supporting a movement for change in urban youth.

Along with nutritional information, the back of Homegirls "It's All That" Potato Chips' packaging offers answers to the most troubling problems that face our youth today. As they munch on the delicious sour cream and onion snacks, misguided girls can also eat up the empowering (and flavorful!) advice, such as:

"MOTHERHOOD:

As we look to becoming mothers one day, we will produce children with good manners and good minds. We are the first teachers.
WE ARE GOING TO CHANGE THIS THING AROUND.

MARRIAGE:

We should save ourselves for marriage. Why should a man respect us if he can have us before marriage? Respect yourself and everyone will respect you. NO RING...NO THING!

THE POWER WITHIN US:

The force within us is stronger than the negative forces outside of us. So our message to bad influences is... STEP OFF!

WE'RE GOING TO CHANGE THIS THING AROUND.

THERE IS A NEW BAG ON THE BLOCK...IT'S ALL THAT! ...AND A BAG OF CHIPS"

In a 1992 interview Jerry T. Rigley, CEO of Chumpies Home Boys and Home Girls Distributing Co., champions the snacks, saying, ""We call them chips with a message. We take a quarter out of a kid's pocket. But we also put something in their minds." The thing he puts in their minds is clearly not about nutritional health but the message is easily digested. Just think how easy Obama's health care plan would go down if it tasted like BBQ. Mmmmm.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Dr. Philadelphia



God bless Dr. Phil. With the closure of all of Philadelphia's libraries and parks (and layoffs of police and firefighters) looming in the future, the benevolent quasi-doctor descended on the city on Wednesday to tackle the city's most dire problem: the decades long feud between two guys who sell cheesesteaks on the same corner in South Philly. I mean, really, who cares about libraries when you can see the owner's of Pat's and Geno's spit a mouthful of each other's product onto the grass of Independence Mall? That's good television! Libraries are boring after all. And for losers. Who needs 'em? I'd gladly trade all the stupid libraries in Philadelphia for the comforting knowledge that the Great Cheesesteak Wars have finally come to an end. Let the bloodshed stop and the whiz flow freely!

When the Pennsylvania State Senate approved a budget on Friday that included the needed funds for the city's library and park systems I felt like the lawmakers were spitting steak right back in Dr. Phil's face. Was all his good work for naught? Despite his best efforts, relations between the two cheesesteak czars are still strained. If we don't send in troops to monitor the situation, communications are sure to break down and this dreaded war will flare back up again. But where will we get the money for military intervention when we are spending it foolishly on public programs? Help us Dr. Phil, you're our only hope!



p.s. I am only kidding. Dr. Phil is an idiot.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Search Me

According to Google Analytics, here are a few keywords that have brought unsuspecting people to my weird little blog:

gazongas

changing panties blogspot

"sexy hook ups"

"tell him that I love him"

cheetara hot

cougar undies hot

dateing no panties

http://sexyhookups.info

i'm getting married in the morning from my my fair lady onyoutube

lady di panties

nice box

nice box company

panties euphemisms

princess diana panties

why do panties have crotches


Most of these I totally get, and I think I may have an internet crush on the poor nerdlinger who searched for "cheetara hot", but I was shocked by the apparent demand for pictures or information about Princess Diana in her underpants. Seriously? Is this a thing? Pretending for a moment that she was still alive and it wasn't morbid to look for pictures of her unclad, I just don't get her appeal. She's too well scrubbed for my taste, kind of like trying to rub one out to a picture of Julie Andrews. Well, I guess Julie Andrews has two things going for her:



That's right. Nice tits.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Please Excuse the Euphemism: Gazongas

More entries from my trusty Dictionary of Catch Phrases, this time concerning a subject I hold (literally, ha!) close to my heart: titties.

beautiful pair of brown eyes - a. 'A fine pair of breasts. Sometimes with a slight pause between the br.- and the -own of brown, i.e. a mock-recovery from a slip of the tongue. It could refer to nipples, I suppose, but I have also heard blue eyes; neither expression was very common: 1950s' (P.B., 1976--who adds, six years later: a spot of what we have now learnt to call male chauvinist piggery), Occ., more weakly, a nice pair . . . ---Hmm, "brown eye" mean something COMPLETELY different now.

all tits and teeth. (Of a woman) having protrusive breasts and large teeth: a low c.p. of C20. Hence, a still low but predominantly Cockney c.p., dating from c. 1910 and applied to a woman wearing an insincere smile and exhibiting a notable skill in displaying the amplitude of her bosom (il y a du monde au balcon). An alert and erudite friend, writing to me in 1967, recalled that he had sometimes heard this phrase elab. to '" . . . like a third-row chorus girl", i.e. one who can neither sing nor dance, and depends upon the display of her exceptional physique to keep her on the stage'. P.B.: cf. all bum and bustle, which epitomises equally well another type of woman: the middle-aged or elderly bustling and bossy sort. ---Not to be a hater, but this one makes me think of Jessica Simpson.

carrying all before her is a raffishly joc. or facetious c.p., dating from c. 1920 and indicating that the woman or girl to whom it is applied either has a liberally developed bust or is rather prominently pregnant.

Ancient example of this condition:

The Venus of Willendorf

Modern example:

Selma Blair in A Dirty Shame

you have grown a big girl since last Christmas! is a C20 c.p., hardly a cultured address to a girl or even a woman, the ref. being to somewhat noticeably large breasts. (Occurs in, e.g., R. Blaker, Night-Shift, 1934.) Cf you don't get many . . ., and you're a big girl now. ---Favorite catch phrase of creepy uncles everywhere!

I imagine the author of this to book to be akin to Henry Higgins in My Fair Lady, except instead of being able ascertain where you're from (and where you've ever lived) just by listening to you talk, this guy can give you a detailed history of every bawdy joke you tell. If anything, it's a pretty good party trick.


Saturday, August 29, 2009

Valerie Shills Her DVD Online


After about a year of legitimate distractions (moving to a new city, getting a full time job, GETTING MARRIED) and straight-up dawdling, my film is finally complete and ready to be sold for a very reasonable sum of $20 per copy. Or, you know, free if I actually know you IRL.

So, if you're interested in a comic dissection of gender politics and commerce in the wacky cyber age, give me a holler and I'll hook you up.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The Blog Formerly Known As

So, I decided to change the name of this blog. Crotch Talk is no more. You are now reading Panty For Your Thoughts, which is a far superior title anyway. I'm still patting myself on the back for thinking of it.

Why change, you ask? Well, the other day, bored with Googling my own name, I searched for the name of this blog to see if anything interesting would come up. This is something I probably should have done back when I started it, to make sure the title wasn't already taken. Well, turns out it was. Taken by a Denver area company that, according to them, sells
"Underwear and baby onesies that have cute graphics, hilarious sayings, and nifty reminders INSIDE the crotch! The crotch is talking... but are you listening? And we also have awesome hand bags and clutches made out of real underwear too!"
Now that's a sales pitch! They're right, how long have I been ignoring what my crotch is saying? I can't believe I've been so rude to my lady bits.

Here's a few examples of their "hilarious" product:


I can't stop my mind from mentally adding gross period stains to these pristine undies. If my cooter could talk back, it would say "Not for long, bitch!"


If you meet a guy who uses his tightie whiteys as a wing man, run for the fucking hills.

They also make onesies for babies, which I find extremely disturbing and I can't really articulate why.
Maybe because I don't really want to think about a baby's crotch in any context, and I especially don't want that crotch to talk to me if I have to change it's diapers or something.

Want a purse made out of American Apparel hipster undies? They've got that too.

This gives me a queasy feeling just looking at it.

Anyway, they own the Crotch Talk url and they even have a facebook page so I thought it would be better to change my blog to avoid confusion. Long live Panty For Your Thoughts!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Nice box

When my friend Whitney returned from a disheartening two year Peace Corp assignment in the West African nation of Mauritania, narrowly avoiding a military coup staged on the very day she was supposed to disembark, she brought home some remarkable souvenirs from the Islamic Republic, most notably a bar of Lady Diana Virginity Soap.

This product is fascinating. As a proud, liberated woman (although I would never burn a bra--my boobs need the support!) I am so deeply offended by the very idea of this soap that it makes me laugh. It is unfathomable to me that something this crazy actually exists, and some poor women are made to believe they need to use it. Fuck that.

Although thoroughly disgusted, I can't seem to curb my obsession with the packaging of this dirty little cleanser. There are so many questions: Is "Lady Diana" is a veiled reference to deceased English royal Princess Diana of Wales? Because I knew about her admirable work with landmine reform, but I was unfamiliar with this coochie tightening initiative. What is with the defiant body language of the headless lady in the demur gray nightgown? It doesn't seem to fit with the concept they are trying to sell. Her crossed arms and sassy hip stance seem to say, "Yeah, I have a loose cooter. You want to make something of it?" No, no I don't.

Printed on the side of the carton is a list of the purported benefits of the soap. This miracle product:

Tightens vaginal muscle
Washes away bacteria
Washes away infectious itching
Clears out normal accumulations
Refreshes skin during menstrual period
Reduces burning sensation
Reduces unpleasant odor
Keeps natural skin balance

The claims are pretty standard, except for the magical regrowth of the hymen, that is. The directions for use are where it truly goes off the rails. Through broken Engrish, the customer is told to:

"Uses of Lady Diana Virginity Soap to tighten vaginal muscle and clean your secret area free of unpleasant odor. Use regularly twice daily, in the morning and night or as often as needed for more confidence and great feeling like a virgin. It is mild and gentle and very effective."
Sorry, box, my secret area isn't buying this bullshit.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Shitty Blogger



Look, I know I've been pretty terrible at updating this blog. When I started this thing last year I barely managed a handful of posts before I stopped bothering with it entirely. My last entries weren't even in 2009, for goodness sakes. It's pathetic!

I have the same problem keeping up my correspondence. I check my email constantly at work (as does anyone with a boring desk job) and I'm always happy to receive something from a friend instead of the usual administrative crap. Actually, to be more accurate, I read personal emails at work. I don't respond to them. I file them away so I can write back later when I have more time to compose something witty and chuckle-inducing. And then I forget to write back. Weeks go by and I find the old email, like an albatross, in my inbox. I have even marked it as unread to remind myself of its existence, yet it remains unanswered. I stare at the bold text like I would look at a firing squad. The guilt overwhelms me. I feel horrible about failing at this simple social exchange. I vow to do better. I plan an email response of epic proportions to make up for my sin. And then I never do that either. At this point I probably just call the person.

So, this is me, vowing to do better. It probably won't happen, but it's an admirable goal. Please support it!

p.s. Am I the last person to have seen this crazy Japanese video about potty-training? Apparently it's up to almost 2 million views on YouTube. I can see why. I'm totally hypnotized by that song the parents sing while the kid is taking a shit.