Monday, March 31, 2008

Firings, Layoffs, and Other Intra-Office Hijinx


Some of you may have noticed the slow downturn in productivity around these here parts. If this were a regular corporate office, we could probably blame intrusive government tax infrastructure and a tightening of the commodities market as being key factors that have contributed to the gradual shittening of our product. Of course, if that were the case, you the consumer would probably blame goddamn illegal immigrants (read: Mexicans) from doing something to fuck up the system, like giving us the plague and stealing our Social Security numbers. And you're both right. In that nothing of the sort has occurred.

No, what has really happened is that we've simply dropped the ball. But it's not our fault entirely. Well, it is and it isn't. Let me explain.

If you take a look at our post count in the sidebar, you'll notice fluctuations in our post counts month to month. We hum along at a good clip for the most part, but we begin to die in November, tailing off into December and January. The natural assumption would be that Shitty Weather = S.A.D. and a lack of desire to offer our deliciously witty insights. But you fool, you didn't look at a big enough sample size! Notice that February saw a rise in postings, when weather has empirically been found to be at it's Shittiness Index Zenith. But in March, we saw our output decline again. Why?



It's because the authors all met each other in person and hung out together. And thus eliminated our desire to write. Because, really folks, the only reason we really do this site is to make each laugh; when we are physically in each other's presence, we really don't need the middleman of WDR to make our brilliant points. Hence, productivity declines.

But The Namesake has had enough of these shenanigans, and he has personally instituted some changes. First off, Joe Reefer has been temporarily demoted to LiveJournal postings as the result of a drunken voicemail message that disparaged the French and retards. He thinks that the punishment of acting like a 14 year-old post-Goth girl is certainly adequate. Second, Mr. Zhuang will have his coke privileges revoked, so hopefully we don't have any repeats of what happened in the lobby of that one Marriott. And I, Nic Ouzo, have been entered into psychological counseling as I attempt to deal with the tragic loss of my Pog collection.



Oh, and our accounting staff has been fired, and Rasheed has been let go. On the bright side, we're on the lookout to hire new interns!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

God's Limited Sets of Blueprints: Blue Devil Edition

I am a person that is known for a few things. My ability to frighten women with my presence is legendary, as is my talent to consume copious amounts of alcohol to little ill-effect (and for the record, the first has never been a direct result of the second--God forbid we ever see the combination of Me + Alcohol + Women).

I am also known for my ability to find the resemblance between various people. See somebody on TV that seems vaguely familiar, as if you'd seen them before? Talk to me, and I'll tell you that what you just saw was a combination of John Ratzenberger and Harry Dean Stanton. My most famous contribution was identifying the host of a random talk show on Arab TV as the dastardly Saddam Geraldo.

All of this is based on my half-baked theory that God only has a set number of blueprints with people, and so when he's individually making individuals out of Earth Clay®, he has to combine certain sets to create new people. Which of course proves that my final talent is concocting retarded theories.

As proof, I ask, who is who? Dan Abrams, MSNBC host, and the Duke Blue Devil.





For the record, Dan Abrams was a Duke Blue Devil, but it's not intended to be a trick question per se. And for the record, I do realize that this is bongtarded.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Hump Day Helper -- Genetic Manipulation Edition


Because it's Wednesday, and we all need a pick-me-up to make it through the rest of the week in our respective hells, WDR is providing some fun.

The Eels are known by the masses for pretty much just one song, their first and only hit: "Novocaine for the Soul". Sure, it's a great song, but if that's all you know of the band, you're missing out on one of the best and most consistent bands out there.

The video pick is one of my favorites, because of its incredibly goofy charm. Crazy carrot robots? I'm in. Especially if they have spinny heads. The song itself is also great, one of the more ostensibly bright spots on the downbeat album Electro-Shock Blues. Though if you want to look for something to uplift you in times of need, look no further than this album--for an album recorded in such dire circumstances (a sister's suicide and a mother's battle with cancer), it doesn't get much more uplifting (and beautiful) than this.

Why don't we take a ride away up high through the neighborhood
Up over the billboards and the factories and smoke...

Monday, March 24, 2008

In Praise of Our Nation's Scholar Athletes


The eyes of the nation have turned to various gymnasiums across the land, as College Basketball shows College Football how to crown a champion--by duking it out on the floor (and yes, I was looking for a "Gymkata" joke, but couldn't fine one). See, they have the crazy idea that arguments don't win championships, but that proving that you are the better team through competitive engagement of sport is in fact the most effective way to determine the Greatest Team In All Of The Land.

The best part of the whole tournament-deal is the opportunity to earn Huge Cash Rewards from filling out various brackets, and competing in pools with your officemates. This is an opportunity to earn respect and gain friendship from your peers, as well as their money. However, if you fail (and chances are, you will), you risk humiliation. Cue the sad Charlie Brown music.

Now I'm known as a guy who knows a thing or two about sports, so I tend to take pride in making such picks. I mean, I still recall predicting a Final Four, Championship Game, and Champion correctly about 7 years ago. But I've grown tired of College Basketball--compared to the NBA, it blows. The players are short and slow (hell, at 6 foot, I could post-up half of these guys), plus they can't shoot for shit. In other words, I haven't followed the sport at all--the only thing I was aware of was the fact that LSU fired their coach, despite the fact he took them to the Final Four two years ago. Hence my motivation to name my tourney picks "The Ghost of John Brady".


As for my picks this year, I can't say enough bad things about them. But to be fair, you can't expect much when you're in an ether-induced haze at 3 in the morning making your picks. Or the fact that I took 45 seconds to pick out the entirety of my bracket. At least there's no money at stake for me, what with my lack of actual employment. Though I feel sorry for everyone who copied my picks--tough break kids.

Now where's the rest of my ether?

Sunday, March 23, 2008

A special message from WDR

It comes a time in a man's life when a post like this is necessary. Some things just have to be recognized. So, it is my duty to make a little nod to one of the best dressed most ethnic most agreeable members of our illustrious WDR crew...


Happy Birthday, Nic Ouzo!
...and many more





We hope that your birthday goes well and we get to see more posts out of ya. I must admit, you have been slacking a little.

(Holding a shot of Jäger in the air) Cheers, good sir!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Hump Day Helper -- Slacker Generation Edition


Because it's Wednesday Friday, and we all need a pick-me-up to make it through the rest of the week in our respective hells, WDR is providing some fun.

Hey, when you get a special post The Joe Reefer, you can sacrifice the schedule for a bit. In a fitting tribute to this purposeful laziness, we bring you the most accomplished slacker-rock that you can find. And for the record, Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain is a kickass album.

Don't worry--we're in no hurry...

Thursday, March 20, 2008

St. Patrick's Day Redux


Yes, we realize that it is way past the appropriate time for a St. Paddy's Day post. But "timing" has never stopped us before. So now is as good a time as any to go over various drunken shenanigans.

This year, that meant much more mischief than usual. Well, quantifiably speaking, approximately two times as much mischief, since we celebrated it twice (math is fun!). That's because the feast of St. Paddy fell right in the middle of Holy Week, and Catholic liturgical rules say that you can't celebrate the Day Of Green Beer during such a somber occasion. So most churches pushed to celebrate the holiday earlier, especially on the 15th. And we took advantage of this.

And of course, who are we to question the Catholic Church? I mean, they can't just spend every day coming up with brand-new Deadly Sins. Though, let's be honest, conducting stem-cell research just doesn't have the same Zazz! as GLUTTONY. But we figured that this is as good a time as any to heed the word of Pope Joey Ratz. Well, only so long as when applied it benefited us--we had no qualms with celebrating during Holy Week.



That meant two celebrations--one on the coast, and one in the Irish hamlet of Salem Towne. Did anything special occur? Not really, considering that we drink the Irish Car Bombs on a weekly basis. Though there was awful, awful dancing that took place. And that's worth celebrating.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

When I Say Niggy, You Say Nothing.

Many of you have probably noticed Nic Ouzo's propensity to post about music and review various shows that he has been too. However, you may be surprised to learn that other members of our blog listen to music as well! Sometimes they even attempt to repay Mr. Ouzo for the countless concerts he has bestowed upon us by purchasing a ticket for him to a show. This was the case last night, and I dare say that it was money very well spent.

It's a rare opportunity for one of the WDR crew to actually introduce Nic to a new band/musician, because Nic worked in a radiostation and... well... is just way more obsessed with keeping his fingers on the pulse of music news than either Mr. Zhuang or myself. So it was with a rather stupid glee that I was able to purchase tickets and drag Mr. Ouzo along for an evening with Mr. Saul Williams, aka "Niggy Tardust".

We embarked on the journey to Portland's illustrious Aladdin Theater, and arrived just in time to see the line of people being let in for the opening act: Dragons of Zynth. Now Nic and I have a particular fondness for this venue, as we both witnessed what I believe I have license to call one of our favorite concerts: ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead and The (International) Noise Conspiracy, with fantastilarious opening act We Are Wolves. Now, I won't get into my concerns for our country's music fans being so clearly illustrated by that show being at least half-empty and this show being sold out; I will just say that there is no excuse for both not having sold out and you should all be embarrassed.

That being said, the Dragons of Zynth certainly put on a respectable show for an opening act. Their first song or two that we witnessed were actually enjoyable, and I foolishly began to think that we had happened upon a rarity in concert-going: an opening act that was actually good. Well, they neared the mark, but fell short as every song was just a little worse and a little more annoying than the last. However, considering that this was a hip-hop show and that Nic and I have both personally witnessed the musical atrocity that is These Arms Are Snakes (and Hella...*), I felt Dragons of Zynth were certainly better than what could have been. Though by the time they left the stage, there was a minor sigh of relief.

All that being said, none of the ever-increasing chaos of Dragons of Zynth could have prepared us for what was to come as Saul took the stage. We were first greeted with what I can only describe as The Uber-Hipster, with orange pants so tight and so bright that they rivaled the sun itself. At first we thought that he was just a roadie, but it made a little more sense when he actually ended up playing guitar. The rest of the band sneaked onto stage while we were distracted by the nuclear fission occurring on stage in pant-form. They consisted of crazy raved-out, mohawked CX KiDTRONiK who supplied a nice frenzy of glitchy hiphop from a massive drum machine/sampling console that appeared to the crowd more as a huge pile of wires and some tall goofy fellow on the keyboards whose name I didn't catch, but whose gesturing and sunken dancing through all the songs performed was a reliable source of enjoyment.

It was only after having absorbed the strange assortment of persons onstage that Saul Williams himself appeared and tied all the loose ends together. I defer to Nic's description of Mr. Williams, because it was so perfect I'm not even going to try to think of something better fitting of the sight before us. Taking on the role of NiggyTardust during this tour, Williams left behind his previous inclination to appear on stage looking half-hobo half-college student and instead ran into the spotlight as what can only be described as The Pimp Admiral. That's really the only way it can be described.

The next hour and forty-five minutes proceeded to rock us as well as any hip-hop act could ever rock. All the performances were spot-on, and several even sported new and/or improved guitar parts as performed by the nuclear hipster. The only shortcoming was a general difficulty in parsing William's vocals while he was singing or rapping, though clarity was not an issue when he spoke to the crowd of politics or racial harmony. I felt he did a damn fine job.

The setlist spanned a decent collection of his three albums, featuring an updated performance of his classic - "Coded Language", as well as several gems including "Grippo" and "Surrender (A Second To Think)". The only songs that were really missing were "Om Nia Merican", "Telegram", "Black History Month", and "Act II Scene 2 (Shakespeare)", although a particularly annoying member of the audience's decision to continually shout out requests for the latter made me just as happy to not have heard it. Maybe these would have been included if the venue did not have a rather strict midnight curfew due to it's location in a residential neighborhood. There really were no bad choices in the set. I might have replaced "The Ritual" with one of the aforementioned tracks, but given that it is a newer track and that it fit into the overall message and tone of this tour I'm not surprised that it was included.

Though all the performances really were superb, there were some standouts that bear mentioning. "Banged and Blown Through" was a masterpiece (making up for a somewhat lackluster vocal performance of the cover of "Sunday, Bloody Sunday") which revealed a musical talent missing from so much of rap (and even hip-hop) these days. "No One Ever Does" was another well-sung addition, and I personally appreciated a brief pause from Williams to comment on the song: how his perception has changed and how the sentiment is a regular but fleeting feeling. "Surrender (A Second To Think)" was performed with the intensity it deserved, and of course a standout was "NiggyTardust" which Williams approached perfectly, drawing the crowd in with it's chorus.

There was also a brief moment of terror when Williams presented the floor to CX KidTRONiK, who donned a white mask and proceeded to thrash about the stage, screaming out indiscernible words in a frenzy. I don't know about the rest of the audience, but I certainly feared for my life at least briefly. However, the mic was passed back into more capable hands after one song and the show certainly did go on.

It was certainly a night to remember. This 'review' is probably horribly inept, but I hope it captured some of the mood of the event, as it was truly one to remember. I'd also certainly like to hear Mr. Ouzo's notes on the evening.



*Good god, Hella... although I'm still interested to see if any of that monstrocity of sound and pain comes across as music on their albums where different instruments maybe were placed and proportioned well in a mix, so I attempt to reserve judgement. Attempt.

Friday, March 14, 2008

What We Really Need to Look Out For

After yesterday's hard politics post, and in anticipation of more to come next week, it's time to keep our eye on the real issues. The stuff that affects our daily lives.

Like Elephants. And their mastery of snow.



Fear the Elephant.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

ASEVoIS: Race And The Media

Or: Geraldine Ferraro is apparently quite the moron

Continuing our "A Slightly Educated View of Important Stuff" series, Nic Ouzo takes a careful look at one of the big political controversies of the day, Geraldine Ferraro's racist comments and their subsequent coverage


To be honest, I was hoping to hold out on any and all political talk until next week, when I was planning on a blitz of posts that would promote Our Candidate Of Choice. But then this story hit, and I felt I had no choice but to write about it when it was still fresh.

If you are still clueless as to what I'm referring, here's a quick refresher course: former Congresswoman (and VP candidate in the most lop-sided race in Presidential history) Geraldine Ferraro made the following comment about Obama's campaign:

"If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position. And if he was a woman, he would not be in this position. He happens to be very lucky to be who he is. And the country is caught up in the concept."

Now, if your first reaction was "that's practically the definition of 'bongtarded'", you'd be on the right track (this would actually qualify under the definition of "kongtarded"). You would have deduced that Ferraro believes that the ascendancy of the Obama campaign was due only to his race--clearly another example of the Black Man Getting Ahead, as we have seen so often in our nation's history. I mean, look at all the African-Americans that have reached the Presiden...oh that's right, that's never happened. In fact, Obama is only the THIRD African-American to become a SENATOR, and the only one who is currently serving. But let's break it down some more.


1. Obama is ahead because of his race--I mean, all the black people are voting for him!

Well, let's look at an electoral map of the United States. Cut it right down the middle, horizontally. Notice where Obama has a lot of support. That's right, Obama has almost the entire NORTH covered. Iowa, Maine, Wyoming, Alaska, Idaho...tons of black people over in these states!

I mean, with a country that has a black population of only 13%, is it any wonder that the man can be ahead in the popular vote, in states won, and in total delegates? He's got a built-in advantage! I mean, Hillary being a woman in a country that is mostly women, that's not an advantage at all!

And of course, black people ONLY vote for their own kind. I mean, Hillary wasn't leading the African-American vote 80-20 in South Carolina until a couple of weeks before the primary...oh wait she was. Sorry about that. Did they change their minds because they just found out that he was black, or maybe because they began to hear his message and ideas and believed in those? Nah, impossible.

2. Geraldine Ferraro may not be a racist But what she said was unquestionably racist, in and of itself. The implication is that Obama's campaign has nothing to do with merit, and everything to do with some sort of...I don't know exactly, but apparently massive white guilt amounting to Affirmative Action?

Of course, Ferraro attempts to protect herself by stating that she herself was not qualified to be the VP candidate, which leads to...

3. Geraldine Ferraro's situation was exactly like Obama's Except that it wasn't. You see, Ferraro was appointed to her position. Obama has systematically won more contests, won more votes, won more delegates. Obama has had to prove himself to the ultimate judge: the people (void where prohibited, i.e. Florida 2000). While Obama may not play the "decades of experience card" (certainly overrated, and to be discussed much more in-depth next week), this isn't his first rodeo. I mean, he only has more experience in elected office than his opponent Hillar...oh sorry for that intrusion of fact.

Now let's take a quick look at the coverage of the story. Here is a statement that I actually heard today:



4. We shouldn't care what Ferraro said, because she said it to random local newspaper Because apparently it's okily-diddly-okily to be racist, as long as no one is there to hear it (corollary: How to find out if a person is racist--talk to them in private; man, it's depressing when the truth comes out). At least that is what this argument is DIRECTLY implying. But let's face facts--a lot of people get their daily news from these local sources, and what this argument is stating that we shouldn't care about the quality of news in these sources. The fact that it tends to be the older folk who read these only adds to the issue, considering that these folks are generally pro-Hillary. I mean, what's the point of a fair representation of the facts?


5. This is clearly an example of "Attack The Hildog" strategy that the Media has employed At least according to Ferraro now. You may remember that Hillary was able to brilliantly orchestrate the media coverage in the week leading up to Ohio and Texas. She was able to play both the Bully AND the Victim, in a tightrope walk that would make The Great Blondin proud--claiming that all the media was proverbially licking the Obama's campaign lovepump with their entirely slanted coverage (another topic to be examined in-depth in the future), while at the same time employing her now-famed "Kitchen Sink" strategy, in which in the same week we saw Obama Is A Muslim, Obama Can't Answer a Phone, and Obama Makes A Deal With The Dirty Canucks Over NAFTA, all practically unchallenged by the media. Of course, if you were keeping score at home, the answer to the three-front Clinton campaign war: Bullshit, Bullshit, and Bullshit. And she wants him to be her Veep!

While it's true that there may be some political benefit at some point to pointing out the flaws of the other campaign's supporters (though that may prove to be blunted long-term), one must say turn-about is fair play--after all, Obama supporter Samantha Power immediately resigned for deeming Clinton a "monster" (though it must be pointed out, it should have been off the record (Mr. Zhuang, we're going to have to get a ruling about this in the comments)).


6. Geraldine Ferraro has the right to free speech And she also has the right to be told that her speech was dumb. Nobody is saying that she should not have the right to speak; just that it may not have been the wisest thing to do. Especially considering that she has repeatedly not apologized for it, and in fact continues to compound the problem by claiming to be persecuted because she's white. But we have a responsibility to point out to others when they are in error, and persuade them in correcting their views. Apparently we have failed in that job to some degree, because Ferraro still seems to not get it.

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In the end, even though Obama may score some political points right now for pointing out some of the faults of the other side's supporters, this may be a hindrance in the long run. Part of the appeal of the Obama campaign is their effort to rise above the petty mudslinging politics that have turned off half of this country, and to be above the fray. But their reaction to this event may end up being used to prove some sort of hypocrisy on the part of the Obama campaign, and hypocrisy is something that American voters don't tolerate. Obama will have to continually walk the line between this positive strategy and having to deflect the occasional immoral broadside from the opposition, or else his fate may end up mirroring that of Dukakis.



In the end, I hope you realize at least this one point: it's no surprise that Ferraro was able to lose 49 states in 1984, considering evidence like this.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Hump Day Helper -- The Decline Thereof Edition


Because it's Wednesday, and we all need a pick-me-up to make it through the rest of the week in our respective hells, WDR is providing some fun.

2008 just might be a pretty decent year for new music. Last week I showed the big buzz band, Vampire Weekend, and you seemed to enjoy it. Now it's time for a more veteran group to take to the stage, so to speak, and showcase their skills.

That honor would fall to the lads of British Sea Power, of whom I had the pleasure of seeing in concert just a week ago. Their latest release, the brilliantly/ironically-titled Do You Like Rock Music?, should make it onto those fantastic critics' lists at year's end, provided they don't forget the fact that it came out this year. It's filled with big guitars, big emotions, and big ideas, meaning that for some reason it is compared to The Arcade Fire. Last I checked, this song didn't sound like a bunch of retards trying to hump a doorknob.

If you are inclined to check out more of these guys (and considering that their best-selling album falls way under the 100,000 sales mark, they would like you to do so as well), pick up a copy of their debut The Decline of British Sea Power, which includes gems like "Remember Me". I also was a fan of their follow-up, Open Season, but that's because I like things like melody and pretty guitars, so I understand why people didn't appreciate it. The point is, you're listening to a great band here.

Beer is not dark
Beer is not light
It just tastes good
Especially tonight...

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Tales From Old Salem Towne: Scrap Metal

Salem: Now Here Is Nowhere


This story may be apocryphal (i.e., complete utter horseshit), but the fact that I can even believe its authenticity for a minute is testament to the brilliance of life here in Oregon's real-life Capital City.

So I was listening to the radio, and a caller phoned in to the show to tell the story of his encounter with Salemites the night before. He was driving home from work, which was some time past midnight since he worked the late shift, going through some of the residential thoroughfare combo roads that are prevalent in Salem, especially on the north side. As he was going down Cherry St., he had to slow down because there was a small group of people in the middle of the road (and he wanted to avoid manslaughter charges, I presume). Eventually they disperse and move to the side, allowing him to pass.


He goes up the street a little bit, then pulls over to the side to take a look back to see "what the deal was with these guys". As he looks back, he sees that one of the group pulls out a crowbar...and goes to town on a manhole cover in the middle of the street. That's right, what our caller witnessed was probably a fortnightly occurrence in Salem Towne, the swarm of Meth-heads looking for pieces of scrap metal to sell for their next fix. Because while Meth-heads don't possess the ingenuity to break into your car and steal your stereo like your garden-variety crackhead, they have the Meth-strength to bust the shit out of some metal objects. Hence, your scene with the crowbar.

To be sure, I'm going to be avoiding Cherry St. in all my travels around town.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Well, Uhh...It's a Special Time in a Boy's Life When...

It comes a time in a man's life when a post like this is necessary. Some things just have to be recognized. So, it is my duty to make a little nod to one of the best dressed most ethnic members of our illustrious WDR crew...


Happy Birthday, Joe Reefer!
...and many more





We hope you enjoy your birthday today, regardless of what work you have to do (Ha Ha!). But you can be content in knowing that you're getting tons of presents from your various bastard children, though it may take some time considering that they're spread out all over the country (and a few abroad as well, if the recent paternity tests turn out positive--Hello, Bolivia!). We'll drink to that!

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Do Not Read This Post, DO NOT CLICK THIS LINK

I'm serious. I am dead serious. It is in everyone's best interest that you just skip by this post. Go about your business and leave this just as a note in the historical record of the internet. Don't click the link.

What I have here, is the holy grail. It is the end of a quest that began long ago and that I thought would continue until the end of my days. However, this quest came to an abrupt and unexpected end for me the other night, and it is in the interest of history that I record it here. The mission is over. The land has been claimed in the name of... well, France I guess?... It's over, it's done. I have found it: The worst, most ridiculous, hilarious, disgusting, awful porn ever made that is not so repulsive that it is physically unwatchable. This is a milestone for both pornography AND the internet. It is a masterpiece that treads the line between hilarious and unwatchable with razor precision. It straddles every human emotion that we have a word for, and some that can only be expressed with clicks and hums, and probably some that are actually just Inuit words for snow. It is BEYOND THE BEYOND. I cannot express the brilliance of it, and the horror. Yet I submit it here, for the record. DO NOT CLICK THAT LINK. For your own good.

Don't ask me how I came to find this, In truth I don't even know anymore. It was just one of those things where someone passed me a link to something funny, and I followed a few other links that were too ridiculous to pass up, and then by the magic of the internet I arrived at pornography. This is honestly the first thing in... probably about 2 years... that has actually broken me. This brought me to hysterical tears of laughter and madness in the middle of the night. I woke up my roommate who had to come ask if I was alright because I couldn't contain my reaction. I then had to pretend it was just some conversation I was having with a friend because I couldn't bring myself to inflict this monstrosity upon him. This is one for the records, people.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Fiesta Friday: New NIN Edition!


Because Fridays are for parties!

Today we have a very special edition of Fiesta Friday, so I hope y’all enjoy it.


So I’m still excited about the new Nine Inch Nails album Ghosts I-IV, and I decided to put another post up relating to it. Now I know the video above is NOT a new one (Or rather the video that would be up there if YouTube did what it was supposed to (Nic, I might need some help here)), but it relates in that it was made at a time when Trent was going through some changes in regards to record companies. So, there’s the connection.


While I was looking for this video I also stumbled upon some little treats in YouTube form. I found an episode of Hard Copy (You remember Hard Copy?) that features Trent in relation to his first video “Down In It.” The other two videos featured some of the extra footage that was supposed to be on the DVD of “Closure.” Now, my source on this is Wikipedia, so the validity of the story of how this came to be on YouTube may be questionable. Still, it’s some cool footage that, for the most part, wasn’t on the original VHS. Here’s Part 1. Here’s Part 2 (watch for the tribute to Spinal Tap).


So enjoy this fine end to the week and get you party on!


Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Hump Day Helper -- Relegated to CDs Edition


Because it's Wednesday, and we all need a pick-me-up to make it through the rest of the week in our respective hells, WDR is providing some fun.

So a couple of days ago, the hard drive that holds all my music decided to randomly stop working. As a result, in order to listen to my music I've had to resort to listening on the outdated technology of the Compact Disc. So I've been grabbing whatever's handy, and that means whatever I bought last.

And that's why I've had the debut of Vampire Weekend in my car for the past few days. These hobos from Columbia University have put together a fun collection of Afro-pop bounce. It's been getting some heavy hype from the music press, but unlike The Arcade Fire, it's not totally undeserved. And since I'm getting sick of telling people about the band, I might as well show the video that got my attention. Goofy stop-motion will do that.

Look outside at the raincoats coming, say "oh"
'Ey 'ey 'ey 'ey!

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

That Creepy Star Needs to Stop Eyeballin' me...

...I mean, seriously...

So a few days ago I came across something that was, at the very least, disturbing. You may be saying "But you live in Eugene; isn't that a regular occurance?" Well, yes, but not in the same way that this is. The reason has to do with the fact that this thing will be taking place on a national level.

That's right: Carl's Jr. (Or Hardee's for the eastern part of the country) has a shake. And it is made with Cap'N Crunch.

Now, I'm no man to disrespect the Cap'N, but this is pretty crazy. What are we going to have next? Trix shakes? That Smacks Frog on my cup? Welcome to Cheney's America...

I hope that it doesn't progress that far. Cereal in my milkshakes is where I draw the line. I'm not really sure why this bothers me. I mean, we do put Cap'N Crunch in milk. But with icecream and milk it just seems...wrong.

Oh, and apparently Carl Karcher died. A while ago.I guess I missed this one. I really need a television or something.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

New NIN? Yes, it's TRUE!


So I woke up today, unable to breathe through my nose, my throat was sore and I generally felt like crap. Yep, a cold is what I have, and it pretty much fucked up my day (and as we will probably see, my sleep schedule). To my surprise, when I woke up from a late nap today, I found a message on my phone from one Joe Reefer:

Joe: New nin.

Yes. There is a new Nine Inch Nails album. It is an instrumental album, two discs, 36 tracks. It's called "Ghosts I-IV."

I think it would be an understatement to say that I'm excited about this.

The website has a built in player so you can listen to the album online. I'm doing this right now, and it is awesome. Let's just say that this has turned into a good day.

Check it out, yo.