Showing posts with label Weird Al Yankovitch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weird Al Yankovitch. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Isolation: Day 199

Musick:



I spent the previous two nights re-watching the 1986 Transformers Animated Movie. The first night, I had it on and, halfway through, K came in and sat down. I was tired, wasn't able to finish, and was totally stoked when, last night, she professed a desire to watch the entire thing with me. 

I didn't realize it as a kid, but one of the things about the Transformers cartoon that I still love to this day is just how much the creators borrow from Jack-Kirby once the movie was released. The continuity's jump from mostly Earth-bound events to a lot of deep space locations all have a distinctly "Kirby-esque" feel, and Unicron, well, an obvious loving homage to one of Kirby's greatest celestial creations, Galactus. Which leads me to ask the question that now occurs to me for the first time: Who would win in a fight, Unicron or Galactus?




Play:

Confession: I spent too much $$$ on some toys recently. I have certain weak spots, and I've psychoanalyzed myself enough to know that because as I was growing up, we didn't have a lot of money and I often couldn't have the figures or toys that I wanted, I've been more than willing to buy some of this stuff as an adult. Plus, the toy tech is so awesome now that all these figures look like they did in the comic or cartoon; gone is the edict that to make a toy 'playable' it can't look like it's supposed to. Case in point, the Hasbro Pulse website has been both a blessing and a curse since I recently discovered it. I've ordered a few of the new GIJoe: Classified figures - they all look amazing - but last week I upped my involvement by paying to get into the premium tier so I could grab these two little gems, both 'exclusives' at the virtual Pulsecon 2020 event:



The cost of all this wasn't too insane - a little over $100 - but seriously, it's like someone pulled the Quintesson Judgement Pit right of my 10-year old Shawn's cranium. I had NO control (this was also reflected by the Lust Card yesterday, I believe, but it was too much to go into for yesterday's post).



Playlist:

Type O Negative - Life is Killing Me 
Fields of the Nephilim - The Nephilim 
Fields of the Nephilim - Elizium 
Deftones - Ohms 
The Smith - The Queen is Dead 
Arthur Ahbez - Gold


Card:


The good ol' Princess of Disks pops up again. I feel as though I've seen this one a lot lately. Today, I get the impression this is intimating I need to look for practical solutions to a certain hink in my narrative for Shadow Play: Book Two.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

American Psycho + Huey Lewis + Weird Al = ...



... smiles.

It's apparently the 30th Anniversary of "Sports" - not the pastime, the album. I love that album, just like I love Bret Easton Ellis' American Psycho. Not super crazy about the film, not because I think it's bad but I'm just so attached to what the book does to the reader - really, really puts them in Patrick Bateman's head (a fucked up place to be) and by nature a film has trouble doing that to the same degree a book - especially a book written by Bret Easton Ellis - can. But I always loved this scene and this is just fantastic.

And then there's Weird Al, who is all kinds of awesome, even if I really only listen from a distance. But the man's a comedy music institution.