Logopolis

links for 2007-03-30

• sadkermit.com
  Soon after the death of Jim Henson, Kermit the Frog turned to a life full of drugs, alcohol and sex. His fall to rock-bottom was quick and unrelenting. These songs document Kermit's pain during these years...and years to come.
  (tags: funny music video mp3 muppets)

links for 2007-03-29

• Guardian Unlimited: Doctor Who: the five best and worst companions
  (tags: blog guardian tv doctorwho)
  
• Cool Tool: Volkmann Reservoir Wick Pot
  (tags: gadgets garden plants shopping)
  
• Cool Tool: Griffin Rocket FM
  (tags: cool ipod radio streaming)
  
• Doctor Who star: I won't end up in rehab
  The actress who plays headstrong trainee doctor Martha Jones in the series says that her boyfriend of a year is 'a little overwhelmed' by the fevered interest in the show but says that she's found a way of keeping him happy. "He's been on-set and gets excited by the monsters."  Cause you know, having a hot, famous girlfriend isn't enough for nerdy boys these days apparently.
  
  (tags: doctorwho FreemaAgyeman gossip)
  
• Doctor Who is cooler than the Fonz - Now Magazine
  
  Um, duh...
  (tags: doctorwho davidtennant)
  
• Worldmapper: The world as you've never seen it before
  Worldmapper features world maps re-sized according to different values, like wealth, carbon emissions, population, etc.
  
  (tags: maps aggregator cool visualization)

Emotional Displacement Causes Breaking of Godwin's Rule of Nazi Analogies

So Mia Farrow has plenty of reason to not like bespectacled Jewish film directors, and while I believe she's motivated by political, not personal, reasons when making these statements, I can't help but think there's some misplaced rage in her statements towards one who ISN'T fucking their step-daughter. See, today, it's not Woody Allen, but Steven Spielberg who's feeling her wrath.

There's lots of political background that you can find here, but here are the money quotes:

"Is Mr. Spielberg, who in 1994 founded the Shoah Foundation to record the testimony of survivors of the Holocaust, aware that China is bankrolling Darfur's genocide?"

"Does Mr. Spielberg really want to go down in history as the Leni Riefenstahl of the Beijing Games?"

Yikes, Rosemary, step away from the crib.

This question may be a tad philosophical for the subject matter.

So I don't regularly watch American Idol (blah blah there's only one true American Idol -- you've heard my schtick before) but I couldn't help but watch ten minutes or so of the results show last week, so I could see if Sanjaya was just as bad as I've heard.  (Also I'd just finished watching Bones in the bedroom where the remote doesn't have batteries.)

He's worse than his reputation.  And his reputation was "the destroyer of all that is good about music and the universe."  And that was apparently a "good week" for him.

Still though, I was sadly amused by the rumor floating around yesterday that Gwen Stefani was freaking out about the poor boy covering a little known No Doubt b-side. Turns, Gwen trying to make him her Hollaback Girl didn't work, and he ended up performing "Bathwater" instead.

Is Sanjaya's Singing Making Gwen Stefani B-A-N-A-N-A-S?

But as I see these pictures of his newest ponytail fauxhawk -- po-hawk? paux-hawk? -- I can't help but wonder...

Are we laughing at Sanjaya or is he laughing at us?

The Best Part About Sanjaya's Hairdo: It's Not A Mohawk--It's Seven Ponytails

Hail to the Chief of Programming

So it's hard not to love Bill Clinton when you imagine him sitting at home, semi-retired, watching his TiVo while Hillary brings home the bacon. And really, I can't fault a guy who gets to make boatloads of cash to give the keynote address to TV Land.

However, I wish he wouldn't make the jokes so easy.

Like saying Grey's Anatomy is his favorite show.

What attracts him, I wonder?

Perhaps Seattle Grace -- a mythical workplace where gorgeous interns have sexual relationships with their charming bosses with little-to-no professional repercussions, even if said charming bosses are already married to far-more-awesome-than-they-deserve women who are more focused on their careers.

Yeah, perhaps.

Shocking! Breaking! News! or not

Police chief: Anna Nicole Smith died of accidental drug overdose

I can't remember an autopsy this anti-climatic since...maybe this one?

Daniel Smith's Death Result of Accidental Overdose / Jossip

Sorry I haven't posted lately

I was on The Bachelorette looking for material for my novel.

Ob La Di...

Those of you who know my inability to give up a joke until I've beaten it into the ground are probably expecting me to follow-up my Patti Lupone and Chris Burke posts with further details about -- or heartless jokes at the expense of -- the cast of Life Goes On today.  While that was the plan, with the Trump-threatening and the Georges and the Sonic Freakin' Youth, I've decided that I don't want to waste so much good crap on a Friday.  (Unlike the White House, I don't try to dump the bad stuff at the end of the week.)   So stay tuned next week for Becca's stupid glasses, Corky burning down the restaurant, the trouble with two Paiges, and shirtless pictues of the original Mullet God, Tyler Benchfield.

Luck of the Irish

The Bad

So, ever mindful of corporate diversity, my company had an Irish Heritage Celebration today at lunch and I missed the live entertainment, which included men in kilts. However, I had a meeting today at lunch time and completely forgot about the event.

The Not-As-Bad

I was reminded of this event as I saw them walking out the door. Seeing the eye candy without having to hear the bagpipes seems like a pretty awesome trade-off.

Granted none of them were as hot as the loser bag pipe maker/bodybuilder who I watched on Deal or No Deal Monday. But it was still enough to make my Irish eyes smile.

The Incredibly Awesome

So, when purchasing tickets for the Pitchfork Music Festival last week, my cheap ass almost didn't get a 3 day pass. Since Saturday included Cat Power and Iron & Wine and Sunday was Of Montreal, I didn't even know that I'd be interested in what was happening Friday night. Oh, saving that $10 would have soooo pissed me off.  Who's playing?

Sonic Freakin' Youth

Perfoming, from start to finish, their LP Daydream Nation, an album I think I have somewhere on cassette I've owned it for so long.

Teenage Riot indeed (even if I will be 32 and a half by then.)  Can't wait.

Open Letter to Donald Trump

It has come to my attention that you might be filming the next installment of The Apprentice on the streets of our fair city.

This could be the largest error in judgment you've ever made. And you've made more than couple ( but here's 1, 2)

See, we don't like you here. At all.

And I vow, as God and Marla Maples as my witnesses, that we will make filming your "reality" program as difficult as possible.

I'm not saying that we'll spit on you, that golden showers will rain down on you or your contestants, or that the Dave Matthews Band's bus driver might play a part. But others might. I can't control what my encouragement might inspire others to do.

Talk to producers of The Real World. Ask them if filming in Chicago was easy. And I think, by comparison, we freakin' loved The Real World.

Chicagoans will rise up. Chicagoans may get nasty. Chicagoans will make you pay for years of bluster, bad hair, and bankrupt ethics. Daley's not the only one who can organize to make stuff happen around here.

Just giving you a fair warning.  Stick to ruining both coasts.

Mike McNamara and (I'm hoping) a good portion of the city of Chicago