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Every song brings you back to a certain memory in your life. New Edition christmas album reminds me of my childhood days. MC Hammer in middle school with my friends. Even Stevie B and the many mix tapes I would make for certain crushes in high school. But a tune or two always reminds me of certain gigs I’ve worked on in my freelancing career. I’ve had this idea brewing in my head for awhile since I love to sing in the car but we found someone who actually had it, karaoke in the car…or CARAOKE!
Today marks the one-year anniversary of Michael Jackson’s death and the current flavah of the week is “Song” where we’re to write about a song that lifts our spirits so this seemed like the appropriate choice. RIP to the King of Pop and happy weekend to all:
I was gonna preach about my all time favorite song, but looking over my four crates of vinyl records and 11 mini-crates of CD’s and my iPod playlist, I realized there’s no way I could narrow it down to just one song, or even 100. But that’s fine, because great songs for me are a litmus test: if you can’t stand what I love, our friendship will have to be terminated.
And some things are best left untested – I might have to ditch about half my friends over Smog’s “Cold Blooded Old Times” alone.
No one makes cooler robots or robot-like creations then the Japanese (see examples here and here). And now comes a new peeing dog robotic toy. It’s a toy dog that does exactly what it advertises—it raises its robotic doggy leg and pees. And who wouldn’t want a toy dog they can clean up after:
The toy (which comes in brown, black or white) hits the market on July 5 and you can preorder it from Japan Trends for just $34 (U.S.) plus shipping and handling. While you’re on the site, check out other awesome doggie (and non-doggie) related items like:
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Here’s one kind of panda chow:
Here’s another kind of panda chow:
Earlier this month, the Dahe Mincui pet park in Zhengzhou, China invited some dyed guests of honor to their opening festivities: chow dogs done up like pandas, and a golden retriever in 2010 Year Of The Tiger mode.
Dear Roger,
I read your blog ‘i gots no clothes’, hear your cry for help and as your longtime friend and admirer, am going to step in and offer some unsolicited style advice. You’re one of the best looking guys I know and it’s a royal shame to let that greatness be wrapped up in clothing that is less than stellar. Also, I have to stop you from doing the male equivalent of wearing Ugg boots and minis and suggest a moratorium on funky button downs that are default hip-yet-casual gear for the urban set. These shirts risk crossing into similar territory as the Ed Hardy printed t-shirt – a tattoo surrogate and fashion staple for regular guys who want to sport the ink but can’t deal with the permanence or pain. But you’re so much better than that. I know you’re a responsible, selfless person and would sooner spend money on your dear loved ones than on an outfit for yourself. But I assure you, it can be painless and not too pricey to invest in some staples that are versatile and will become go-to classics in your wardrobe so you can show off your God-given assets with grace and style.
Continuing the train of thought from last week, I’d like to talk about a subject very close to my heart: my stomach.
Let’s get this straight: food is awesome. If for some reason you disagree with this statement, you are either a cow who has learned to read or a commie.
Food is, quite simply, amazing. It can cheer us up when we’re down and brighten up an already sunny day. I think the most eloquent analogy for food is that it is like someone who is willing to have sex with you anytime. It is never choosy or picky or too tired or annoyed or wants to go see Glee on stage before giving you a happy break. It is only ever too glad to march right into your mouth whenever and show you a good time.
For someone who works in entertainment, I probably have one of the most pathetic closets known to humankind. How do I know? Cause my entire wardrobe can fit into 2 dresser drawers (and that’s including my shoes).
What is in my rather paltry fashion arsenal? Here’s my current list…
2 pairs of jeans. I wear them until they fatigue or tear. Only when I risk having my penis tumble out and poke people in public will I consider buying a new pair. I wash them once a month (at most).
LAUREN
Lauren Tom began her career at the age of 17 in the Broadway musical, A Chorus Line. She is best known for her roles in The Joy Luck Club, and Friends, but has also appeared in Men in Trees for ABC, and in the films Bad Santa, In Good Company, When A Man Loves a Woman, Mr. Jones, With Friends Like These, Catfish in Black Bean Sauce, and Manhood. Lauren’s voice work can be heard in the animated series, Futurama, King of the Hill, Codename: Kids Next Door, Teacher’s Pet, Rocket Power, Max Steel, Batman, Superman, Kim Possible, Baby Clifford, American Dragon, Mulan II, Penguins of Madagascar, and the upcoming Kung Fu Panda (the sequel) and Kung Fu Panda (the TV series.) Lauren is a Leo/Pig and is the mom to 2 Chewish boys (that’s Chinese and Jewish), and a Can Opener to a cat, a dog, four turtles and 13 fish.
Read Part 1 here. Part 2 begins as Lauren accompanies Michael McKean to Carrie Fisher and Penny Marshall’s big party…
As we pull up to the valet parking service in front of Carrie Fisher’s house, I hear music and laughter pouring out the front door. The house is a traditional style mansion behind a gated wall in Bel Air. Michael steadies me as I negotiate my platform heels on the uneven brick steps. At each landing, votive candles glow from inside paper bags. I take a deep breath and smell jasmine.
Michael pushes open the front door. I’m immediately surrounded by every famous person I could ever name. Waiters carrying trays of hors d’oeuvres bustle about. I look straight ahead and see Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson, Ben Stiller, John Lovitz, Jamie Lee Curtis. I look to my left: Martin Short, Rob Reiner, Billy Crystal, Christopher Guest, David Lander. Michael takes me, the invisible ant woman, by the arm, and leads me towards them.
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Yes, the incessant shrieking of tween girls and 40-year-old gay men you’re hearing in the otherwise still night air means that yet another Twilight movie is almost upon us (this time in the form of Twilight: Eclipse). I get that this franchise has a bunch of rabid fans as evidenced by all the losers people who camped out in downtown L.A. days before tonight’s world premiere. And I’m sure my fellow Offender Roger will once again offer an argument in support of the film to lure me to the dark side (see past efforts here and here). But I will not be moved to foresake my anti-Twilight agenda (although future installments sound like they could be perversely entertaining). I blogged last fall about the ten things I’d rather do then watch Twilight. Well, I’m back with ten additional things that are more worthy of my time:
1. Buy BP stock.
2. Go blind from spending 2 hours looking unprotected at a real eclipse (scientifically proven to be less painful then spending 2 hours watching Twilight: Eclipse).
3. Watch Twilight: Eclipse stars Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning in that other movie they did together this year. Yowza! Who needs pale Edward and werewolf boy? Girls rule:
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In calling up our favorite songs that get our spirits up if not, help us muster the will to face the day, I can think of none other than Jimmy Cliff’s ‘The Harder They Come’. Recorded for the 1972 Jamaican crime film of the same name, the song has the characteristically upbeat rhythms of reggae. And yet, the lyrics don’t hold back from expressing the inequalities, hopes, and frustrations of the lead character, Ivanhoe Martin – a poor Jamaican man who has his brief rise as a reggae singer and then falls hard when he submits to a life of crime and violence. Here’s a music video of the song with clips from the movie.
Fiancée mad at me… she in hate me mode. It’s periodic…will pass, passed in the past hopefully it will once more. Really, nothing life and death, just normal relationship editing. With each hurtful moments comes a lesson of the utter waste of energy most of the issues were about. I guess when two people love one another there is bound to be happy time recessions. If one positive thing does come out of these fights it would be that it gives me some bro time. Hanging out with your guy friends, your buds, bros, homies. And we do bro like things. What kinda things you ask? Well here is a chronological list of what me and say three dude friends would do.
1. Meet up at diner.
2. Eat
3. Talk smack about each other.
4. Catch up on FYI news. Job family kids health politics cars sports interesting places.
5. Drink something. Johnny walker black rocks.
6. Talk life lessons.
7. Talk smack some more.
