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PopCast: Missing In Action

No PopCast for this week, as I am down with a case of bronchitis and feel like a fresh bag of Hell. Hopefully, the PopCast will return next week with an audible voice, and much less hacking and coughing.

blogified by Reid @ 2/29/2008 03:32:00 AM  1 comments links to this post


A Tale, Sans Kitty



I don't usually just post random things from other people's blogs here, but this was so inspired I had to share.

This guy has a great idea.
a) Take a Garfield strip.
b) Take out Garfield.
c) Watch how Jon appears to become totally insane.

Truly inspired. That's the kind of madness I wish I could channel sometimes.

blogified by Reid @ 2/28/2008 02:35:00 AM  1 comments links to this post


Eating (Black) Crowes

The Black Crowes have a new album out that's getting bad reviews and they're pretty ticked off about it. However, they may have a point here. The Crowes say Maxim reviewed it without listening to it.

That's nice. I wonder if Maxim also reviewed "Spider-Man 4", that imaginary Guns and Roses album, or gave us the best commercials of the 2010 Super Bowl?

You know, I guess you could just suppose the new Black Crowes album will suck, but it's considered bad form to imply you have first-hand knowledge of it.

I like that the magazine wouldn't "confirm or deny" listening to it, and that the review was an "educated guess." Maxim magazine has now become the equivalent of the guy in your office at the water cooler who blathers on about his Oscar picks, when you know damn well he hasn't watched a movie in the past year without gratitous nudity or a knife-weilding murderer.

blogified by Reid @ 2/26/2008 02:56:00 AM  1 comments links to this post


O-S-C-A-R

Random blogging for the Oscars:

I don't get to go watch a lot of movies. Was "Saw IV" nominated for anything? How did they ever pass over "I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry"?

Wesley Snipes was there. Were the authorities notified? Hell, was he notified? Why was he there? Did Snipes think he was being rewarded for his subtle turn as Blade in "Blade 7: IRS Vampires?"

Javier Bardem's acceptance speech made me think. He gave part of it in Spanish for his mom, and I wondered how many high school students taking a foreign language were watching, and tried to figure out what he was saying. I think we should take advantage of these moments when people are actually watching TV, and try and impart some knowledge. The Best Actor winner should have to work a chemistry question into their speech, and we shouldn't reveal the Best Picture until we've finished an SATs study guide.

About two hours into the movie, I wondered aloud if I was supposed to know anyone who had won an award in the last 120 minutes. Then Tom Hanks came onstage, and I got excited. I wasn't excited because I thought he had won something, I was just a really big fan of "Bosom Buddies."

The best moment of Oscar night 2008 for me? Hands down, this video on Jimmy Kimmel.

I've just always been a sucker for a good answer song, especially one with an all-star cast list.

blogified by Reid @ 2/25/2008 06:58:00 AM  1 comments links to this post


PopCast: Major Market Radio Voice Reid

The new Popcast is up, six minutes of pop culture discussions delivered in a voice ridiculously deep with allergies. This week, we talk writers, Britney, Nip/Tuck, and the end of the TV Fall Rollout.

Greater detail and even more sarcasm available on the PopCast.

Click here to download Reid's PopCast in .MP3 format (9.0M, 6:05).

blogified by Reid @ 2/22/2008 04:15:00 AM  0 comments links to this post


Thank You, Drive Through

Waiting in the drive-through line at Jack In The Box, this preprinted sign was in the window.

"For your safety, walk-up guests wll not be served at the drive-through window. This includes guests on coasting devices and non-motorized vehicles that have been altered."

Does that seem a bit unnecessarily specific to anybody else? So I can't blow through the lane in a sailboat? I can't don roller blades and jam a mast up my ass and get a Jumbo Jack? I'm not permitted to catamaran the flying dutchman through the drive-through and grab a Deli Trio Panido?

I'm always interested in why certain things happen. Why did the central management of the Jack In The Box corporation Worldwide feel the need to have these signs written, drafted, typeset, proofed, corrected, printed, and shipped to every restaurant on the planet? Was there a major problem with guys on skateboards, scooters, wheelchairs, and Rascals clogging the lane?

By the way, I had plenty of time to take notes on the drive-through signage, since it took forever for them to reach me with my food. Jack In The Box's slogan is "We Don't Make It Until We've Noticed You Ordered it."

blogified by Reid @ 2/21/2008 12:55:00 AM  0 comments links to this post


The PopCast Is...On Vacation

No PopCast for this week, I am finally on vacation. As you can tell from the countdown on the left, this weekend I'm putting the band back together.

Every year, I get together with my three oldest friends and we hole up in somebody's house and cut an album. It's like "The Big Chill" without the dead body.

Anyway, this is the weekend, so I'm out. The good news is I'll be back long before "24" will.

blogified by Reid @ 2/15/2008 02:04:00 AM  0 comments links to this post


Oh, Big Brother


There is finally something new to watch on television. Last night, Big Brother finally came back on. Hopefully this is the broadcasting jumpstart I need to keep me from trying to watch "According To Jim" for entertainment.

Seriously, people, "According To Jim" is still on the air? How is it possible that "Arrested Development" left the air like "The Chevy Chase Show," but "According To Jim" has been allowed to run for what feels like decades?

Anyway, back to Big Brother. If you've never seen it, here's the recipe. Take a dozen or so hot young people, all of whom have one serious mental problem or another. Mix 'em up together, make them live in a completely isolated house and give them plenty of chances to make friends and enemies. Then, every couple of weeks, do something to shake things up like an old boyfriend, relative, or conjoned twin. Add lots of alcohol, film the whole thing, and you've got some pretty compelling freakshow television.

I'll fully admit it, it ain't exactly Masterpiece Theatre, but it's fun to watch. It certainly falls under the "guilty pleasure" category. Is there a show you watch that you'll admit is dumb, but enjoyable?

blogified by Reid @ 2/13/2008 01:47:00 AM  0 comments links to this post


RIP Steve Gerber

(Not so much on the funny today, sorry. Hopefully, the humor will return tomorrow.)

As I've mentioned before, I grew up on comic books. You know that old "Everything I Needed To Know, I Learned In Kindergarden" saying? Well, everything I needed to know came from comic books. My lifelong fascination with episodic storytelling started there.

One of the great underrated (and underpaid, and underroyaltied) writers of my youth was Steve Gerber, who was as anarchic a creator as you'd find in a medium that was rapidly growing stale.

He created Howard The Duck, which was a fantastic parody of 70's pop culture long before it was an awful, awful 80's movie. His writing was a subtle scalpel, poking away at what was going on in society around him in ways I wouldn't even realize until I got older and went back for a reread.

Most importantly, Gerber was a fan of writers. Through his characters, he once said that "Plants are like people. Writers are like plants. Therefore, and this may come as a surprise, writers are like people. Given them light, water, nourishment, a comfortable pot and an encouraging world and they'll grow."

Steve Gerber died Sunday night in Las Vegas. Thanks for all the memories.

blogified by Reid @ 2/12/2008 02:35:00 AM  0 comments links to this post


Going Off Half Hancock-ed


Everyone seems astonished today that on last night's Grammys, Herbie Hancock won album of the year for "The Joni Letters."

Really, what's the surprise? People always seem stunned when an award doesn't go to the album that everybody likes, or even that everybody has ever heard of. Award shows in general, but especially the Grammys love to throw curves.

Everybody's loving the Eminem and Radiohead albums? Let's give it to Steely Dan, just to mess with 'em.

Hey, remember that year when just for goofs we tricked everybody into going out and buying a Bonnie Raitt album? Let's do the same thing with Norah Jones! We'll ignore Springsteen and the Dixie Chicks, and Norah wll be so confused, she'll probably go out and buy a house. It'll be hilarious!

The Grammys gave their song of the year award to "Don't Worry, Be Happy." What else needs to be said?

blogified by Reid @ 2/11/2008 01:19:00 AM  11 comments links to this post


PopCast: The Apology

The new Popcast is up, six minutes of apologies and explanations. Today, I give a darn good reason why the blog entries and PopCasts have been a bit scarce for the past few weeks. I'll also discuss the hopeful end of the Writers Strike, Texas football, and the song "If You're Happy And You Know It."

Greater detail and even more sarcasm available on the PopCast.

Click here to download Reid's PopCast in .MP3 format (9.2M, 6:30).

blogified by Reid @ 2/08/2008 01:06:00 AM  10 comments links to this post


Eli's Comin' : The Super Bowl XLII Timeline


Our official Super Bowl XLII Timeline:

Sunday, January 27, 5:30pm - The New England Patriots defeat the San Diego Chargers to advance to the Super Bowl, and continue their undefeated season. Bookies make the Patriots fourteen-point favorites to win the Super Bowl.

8:30pm - The New York Giants defeat Green Bay in overtime, earning the NFC Championship as a Wild Card team. Oddsmakers adjust, making the Patriots six-hundred-point favorites to win the Super Bowl.

Tuesday, January 29 - Patriots quarterback Tom Brady is seen in New York, visiting his supermodel girlfriend, Gisele Bundchen. On the way, he stops and buys a winning lottery ticket, finds a rare coin in his pocket, and strikes oil in her front yard.

Friday, February 1 - Patriots coach Bill Belichick stops off at Fotomat to pick up his pictures, then by force of habit takes the photos of six other people home with him.

Saturday, February 2 - Mercury Morris, member of the undefeated 1972 Miami Dolphins team, admits he's rooting for the Giants. He also admits he'd like a shot at Bundchen, if that doesn't work out for Brady.

Sunday, February 3, 5:00pm - The Super Bowl coverage begins, live from University of Phoenix Stadium in Glendale, Arizona. The irony here is that the University of Phoenix doesn't even have a football team, and yet they can get closer to a Super Bowl than the Arizona Cardinals.

5:10pm - The Giants take the field, accompanied by a video package entitled "Resiliency."

5:15pm - The Patriots take the field, accompanied by a video package entitled "The Importance of Beating The Point Spread."

5:18pm - American Idol winner Jordin Sparks lip-synchs the heck out of the national anthem.

5:25pm - In a surprise standout defensive performance, the Giants keep the Patriots from scoring during the opening coin flip.

5:30pm - The game officially begins, brought to you by beer, trucks, and commercials containing the only new writing on television in the last six months.

5:44pm - The Giants score a field goal on their opening possession. We celebrate with a Diet Pepsi Max commercial based on a twelve year-old Saturday Night Live skit. Forget what I just said about new writing for the commercials.

6:02pm - Lawrence Maroney scores, giving the Patriots the lead. Fans everywhere assume we're seeing the start of an onslaught of points. Unfortunately, they also assume the new season of "Lost" will clear everything up.

6:08pm - In a marketing tie-in, Tom Brady appears on American Idol, where he brings Simon to tears with a perfect rendition of "I Will Always Love You."

6:10pm - The Giants get a big catch from Amani Toomer, a receiver whose name sounds like a well-dressed polyp.

6:11pm - The Giants get a delay of game penalty. In a commercial, Peyton Manning yells at his brother Eli.

6:13pm - The Patriots go three-and-out, and have to call a time-out to see if they remembered to pack a punter.

6:54pm - Halftime, Patriots lead 7-3. Anyone who bet the "under" is very happy.

7:01pm - The Fox halftime hosts tell us to go to our computers and vote on whether or not we think the Patriots are the greatest dynasty ever. Considering the outcome of the game is still very much in doubt, that seems a bit premature. That's like asking if that's the best burger you've ever eaten while you're still sitting in the drive-through lane.

7:05pm - The halftime show begins, with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers performing. They lead with "American Girl," from their 1976 debut album. It's always good to open a show at a sporting event with a song so old, some of the players might have been conceived to it.

7:06pm - Bill Belichick sends an assistant coach to videotape Tom Petty's performance, just in case.

7:25pm - The second half begins, brought to you by punters, animated bugs, and killer robots from the future.

7:35pm - Belichick challenges a call, saying the Giants had twelve men on the field. For further evidence, he shows the refs the footage shot by his hidden cameraman.

8:01pm - The third quarter ends with no score, leaving us with either the tightest, most thrilling Super Bowl ever, or a game with less offense than France in a major conflict.

8:04pm - Fittingly, the fourth quarter begins with a punt. In a commercial, a Terminator unit from the future informs Sarah Conner that this Super Bowl is the beginning of the end.

8:08pm - A camera shot shows injured tight end Jeremy Shockey in the crowd, watching his Giants and drinking beer. This leads to the question "If you're on the team and injured, how big of a jackass do you have to be to not even be invited onto the field?"

8:11pm - The Giants throw a touchdown pass, breaking what feels like a week and a half drought since our last points. Our long national nightmare is over.

8:12pm - Somewhere in a darkened nightclub, Pacman Jones celebrates by punching a stripper in the face.

8:23pm - An on-screen graphic indicates both quarterbacks have a QB rating of right around 77. That's always something you want in the biggest game of the year, two guys running right about room temperature.

8:39pm - Brady hits Randy Moss for the go-ahead touchdown, reminding us all that "Hey, Randy Moss plays for the Patriots!"

8:56pm - Eli Manning throws a touchdown pass to give the Giants the lead. Brother Peyton pumps his fist, and promises to honor his brother in yet another series of television commercials.
9:03pm - A final heave for the Patriots is tipped away, and the Giants win 17-14. Bill Belichick leaves the field with one second remaining on the clock. The perfect season is broken, and somewhere, Miami Dolphins fans are happy for the first time in more than twenty years.

Previous Super Bowl Timelines:
Manning Up: Super Bowl XLI (2007, Colts vs. Bears)
Pitt Crew: Super Bowl XL (2006, Steelers vs. Seahawks)
Growing Up Brady: Super Bowl XXXIX (2005, Patriots vs. Eagles)
Patriot Games: Super Bowl XXXVIII (2004, Patriots vs. Panthers)
Jolly Rogered: Super Bowl XXXVII (2003, Buccaneers vs. Raiders)
Lack Of Ram: Super Bowl XXXVI (2002, Patriots vs. Rams)
Nevermore: Super Bowl XXXV (2001, Ravens vs. Giants)

blogified by Reid @ 2/04/2008 01:42:00 PM  3 comments links to this post


Second or Third Best Western


One upon a time, I had to go out West to Abilene for a friend's wedding and stay in a hotel room.

Me: That's a reservation for Kerr.
Mr. Best Western: Uh...here you go. We've got you for two nights.
M: We just need the one.
BW: Okay. Here's your bill, we'll need to see some ID. We've got you on the third floor, smoking.
M: I didn't ask for a smoking room.
BW: Did you order online or over the phone?
M: The phone.
BW: They say you requested smoking, and we're full up.
M: May I speak to "the phone" please? I have a six year-old child with me. It should be against the law for me to even request a smoking room.
BW: Sorry, sir, there's nothing I can do.
M: So I reserve a non-smoking room, and in return, you give me a room that smells like Ron White's index finger and you tell me there's nothing that can be done?
BW: Actually, we have another room reserved for 6:00pm if you'd like to wait in the lobby and see if they don't show up.
M: What are the odds I'm going to want to sit here for four hours on the off chance that somebody else will stiff you?
BW: Not good, sir. In fact, I was laughing under my breath as I said it.
M: Fine. We'll go on up and check out our room, if it's not passable I'll call you.
BW: There's no phone in your room, sir.
M: Eh?
BW: You didn't request a phone.
M: I requested a suite, non-smoking king sized bed with a pull-out couch. There's four of us staying.
BW: According to your reservations, I have you down for a single room, no couch, smoking, phoneless, no toilet, and two queen sized hammocks.
M: Can we change any of that?
BW: ...Huh? Dude, sorry, I'm on break. I wasn't even supposed to be here today, but that other lady called in sick.


If this is the "Best" Western, I can only assume the Western in second place had you staying in unairconditioned rooms, watching a puppet show and eating grass for entertainment while fire alarm bells and sirens went off every ten minutes.

blogified by Reid @ 2/01/2008 01:47:00 AM  1 comments links to this post