Latenight CBC Watching

In an act of desperation I watched a bit of National Lampoon's American Vacation last night on CBC. If your not familiar with the movie, it is part of a series starring Chevy Chase and Beverly Diangelo. Each time the family goes on some sort of ill-conceived vacation and everything goes wrong, except in Christmas Vacation where they stay home, if you've seen one that'd probably the one you've seen. The parents are always played by the same actors, but the kids have to change because they get old. Case in point: the above picture. Who's that? That's right! It's Jenna from 30 Rock. She looks exactly the same. If anything her goofy creepiness in 30 rock was a more latent, and thus compounded, creepiness in her teenage years.

Grosssssss

We were talking about beards last week and it occurred to me that I never posted the pic of my face I took after two weeks sans-razor. Well here it is... in all its nauseating detail. I am not beard material. 

Dark was the Night

I've been an enthusiastic Radio 3 podcast listener for a while but I've been listening to a lot of their live stream lately. Last week I heard, among others, a new Arcade Fire and a new New Pornographers song. I was reasonably sure neither of these bands had new albums as such things are usually accompanied by a bit of fan fair. It turns out that these new songs were from a benefit compilation called Dark was the Night. The album benefits AIDS, or more likely, benefits the fight against AIDS, or something... but really, who cares. The album has quite a spectacular lineup of original works from a staggering catalog of artists. This Sufjan Steven's song really stuck out, it's a cover of his lable mate Castanets, it is unlike anything he's done before. If his future albums sound like this I will be quite enthused. And although I am loath to publicly proffess my love for Arcade Fire, thier perviously unrealesed Lenin is as good as thier best album work in my opinion.

The 31 track album is 12 bucks on itunes. Go get it.

Demigod

I was doing some spring cleaning today and I came across my wired hub. "We haven't Lan'd in like forever," I said to myself. Then I thought about Demigod and how perfect it would be for a Lan. It has no DRM so it Lan's like a champ and it's super fun! I've never been a big RPG fan but the arena style and RTS elements make it entertaining, and the models and effects are super detailed so there's lots of visual reward. It may seem like the visuals are a little derivative, but I like it because it takes stuff from so many arbitrary genres. The base unit is a minotaur with a hammer and it only gets crazier from there. Whereas an RTS would try (and fail) to engross you in some grandiose narrative, this game throws tons of random shit into an area and says "there, now go at it." If you are thinking this sounds like that LOTR game (can't be bothered to look up its name), its not. It's more like Diablo meet Battlefield.

One word of caution: if you try to play this game, give it a few plays before you pass judgment. There's no tutorial and if your like me you won't know the standard RPG way of doing things, but like an RTS, half the fun is learning how things work and coming up with little tricks to tip the scales. 

So.... Lan? 

Jon Stewart Knows His Stuff

When I saw this I thought Stewart was using the term incorrectly, "I'm not sure the Jolly Green giant's got the balls to teabag the Whitehouse." The way he describes it, it sounds to me like the Jolly Green giant is the Teabagee, not the Teabagger. But it turns out he knew what he was talking about, Dan Savage clarified things in this week's advice column:

I thought I knew what teabagging meant: to dip a man's testicles in and out of your mouth. But during a recent conversation about the Republican teabagging craze, my boyfriend told me that teabagging meant to put your balls into someone else's mouth. A person without balls, he insists, can't do the teabagging. But many women I know think they are the teabagger and their partner is the one being teabagged. So, Dan, I'm asking you—as an expert on all things political and sexual—do hetero females have a chance of teabagging President Obama? Don't get me wrong: I want to teabag the president for all the right reasons. I'm a supporter. I just want in on any activity that involves Obama's balls in my mouth.

The Earnest Aspirant

Let's say you were in the West Wing with Barack Obama's sack resting comfortably in your mouth. Perhaps you had done something meritorious—defeated the Somalian pirates, sworn in Senator Al Franken—and you were being awarded the Presidential Wattle of Freedom. The New York Times might report, "The president of the United States and a Savage Love reader were spotted 'teabagging' in the Oval Office today."

But while you can teabag with the president, TEA, you don't have what it takes to administer a teabagging to the president. A teabagger dips sack; a teabaggee receives dipped sack. It's a little confusing, I realize, in that it's the opposite of a blowjob: The person with a dick in his or her mouth is giving the blowjob; the person being sucked is receiving the blowjob. But language is funny that way.

There's Two New Ones!

People do this?

So I'm taking a pee the other day...
As I'm standing at the urinal this guy walks into a stall, audibly unzips and sits down, then proceeds to call someone on his cell phone. I couldn't help but stand and eavesdrop in utter disbelief. His first words were "hey, what are doing?" His conversation wasn't "can you come get me, I'm stuck to the seat," or, "I've shat myself, bring me a new pair of trousers," he was just calling to talk!

I though this was blog-worthy.