This Rocketboom episode gives us a classic example of an Internet TV mismatch:
We have the too-hot-for-her-environs girl interviewing the SuperNerd (personified by Bre Pettis).
The too-hot girl neither cares nor understands what’s going on. Her primary function is to look as hot as possible and anchor the male demographic in place.
SuperNerd tries vainly to entertain her with his various half-built gadgets and Star Wars collectables.
She perfunctorily tries to move the interview along. He lamely tries to hold her eye contact. She tries to not visibly look disgusted.
I’ll fully admit I’m not a House fan (though I am a fan of Hugh Laurie)–pretty much anything which goes out of its way to be gross at all costs isn’t likely to be a must (or ever) watch for me. But this story cracked me up. Apparently this guy:
Where the hell is Harold?
…is on House, or was (I just know him from the White Castle stuff). He’s killed himself off, you see, because…um…well…the actor is going to work for Barack Obama.
Yeah. Pretty much that’s it. Evidently Kal Penn, who plays the character Kutner on Fox’s mega hit, has been hired to be an associate director in the White House Office of Public Liaison–which Penn describes as continuing dialogue between citizens and their government and which actually means continuing the Re-Elect Obama 2012 campaign. (Hey, I love Obama–was honored to vote for him, have mostly been impressed with him as president thus far–but let’s call a spade a spade, folks.) I’m not sure what’s so tremendous about this job, but hey, working for the prez is a cool gig, I guess. So Penn told the show’s producers about it, and they decided to handle things by having the character kill himself, utterly out of left field. They even called it that:
Today the New York Post is reporting that New England Patriots QB Tom Brady apparently went into a panic when some nearby paparazzi began taking photos of him and his girlfriend.
Brady was quoted as saying, “The bad men… Bad men point clicky things at Brady! Clicky thing steal soul! Brady friends stop bad men. Must stop. You use bangy thing against clicky thing.”
At Brady’s behest, his entourage opened fire at the SUV containing the paparazzi.
“Mmmm. Good friend. Brady not want see clicky thing again. Bring bad mojo to Brady village. We find clicky thing village, steal women. No more clicky babies. May Bell-O-Check be with us.”
Chalk up another Emu victory versus the mass media censure machine. The Iron Man as Tin Man video has been restored to Youtube after TMR was declared the winner in a dispute versus Warner Music Group.
Here it is again, in all of its under appreciated majesty.
Here’s the last dispute (against MLB Advanced Media) that the Emu prevailed in.
After watching this series of clips, it occurred to me that Vincent devotes every iota of his mental energy to figuring out whether a clockwise or counterclockwise spin best shows off the powder blue in his Gor-Tex suit.
In the Summer of 2006, Congress passed the Internet Gambling and Prohibition Act. To the chagrin of tens of millions of online poker players, the bill sought to restrict banks from allowing their customers to buy in to their preferred online poker sites.
Even though the bill didn’t impose any penalties on the individual poker player, it did seem to imply that the online poker player was doing something wrong, and possibly illegal. Major poker providers like Pokerstars continued to operate under the logic that the bill only outlawed games of chance. Poker, they argued, was a game of skill, and therefore not subject to this new ban.
Given the rising tide of fanboyo-fueled rage against the recent works of George Lucas, Kurtz is finally being recognized as one of primary forces behind the quality of the Holy Trilogy.
As it turns out, if old George hadn’t been steering the ship for Return of the Jedi, Darth Vader may have convinced Luke to rule the Empire alongside him. Also, Lando would have (rightfully) perished in the Death Star explosion, and the Ewoks would have all contracted forest ticks and be systematically exterminated by their rebel friends.
Oh well. At least we’ve got Kurtz’s new indie project, ‘77, to look forward to. May the Force be with him.
Master of the hilariously offensive, Sacha Baron Cohen’s new movie, Bruno, was found so objectionable by the MPAA that it is going to receive an NC-17 rating. In other words, we have now, as a society, recognized “comic porn” as a form of entertainment.
And so, without further ado, the newly released Bruno trailer.
