A Name That Sounds Fake
In addition to having all manner of murderous animals, Australia this week revealed itself to be in possession of one Richard Pusey, or:
From his subsequent arrest and court appearance, it seems like this was his masters thesis in being a complete asshole, but the story above is one of those where you recognize the words that compose it individually, but mash them all together like that and all of a sudden it seems beyond belief. But we’ll at least always have the name.
Watch This: Prince & The Revolution: Live - available via YouTube until Sunday Evening
In a continuing commitment to do as little research as possible I’m not going to figure out if it’s some sort of rule violation to nest colons within one another, and instead reinvest that time in watching more of this concert, recorded during the March 30, 1985 Syracuse date of the Prince & The Revolution tour. Released to streaming for a limited time for COVID-19 relief, audio from the show is also being released on a more permanent basis wherever you get your notes and instruments. As you’d expect, the show is wonderful, and a great springboard if you only know Prince as the fella who appeared on The New Girl. And while you’re on a Prince kick, watch the man burn the stage down at the 2004 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Inductions ceremony, coming in at the end of an all-star performance of “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” (Not “All-Star”) and casually walking away with the song, including throwing his guitar up in the air only to never have it come back down. Truly amazing.
Today is the 5th anniversary of the release of MAD MAX: FURY ROAD, also known as the greatest action movie of at least the last decade, no small feat when weighed against THE RAID or JOHN WICK or MAGIC MIKE films (slightly different kind of action). To commemorate, the New York Times ran an oral history of the film with many of the cast and crew that highlights the unlikeliness of its mere existence, much less its greatness. Having recently watched the Black & Chrome version of the film (also available on the digital release), draining the color from the film definitely gives it an even more mythic quality than the full-color version, and is worth a look as well.
I happened across this earlier this week and there’s hardly an hour that goes by where I don’t think about it:
Truly haunting. And in other Mario-verse related news, the happiness of a new Paper Mario game’s announcement was quickly offset by this equally distressing detail noticed in the trailer for the game:
The new Paper Mario implies ancient Toads were giants and I’m afraid I won’t get any work done this morning contemplating the Toad evolutionary line and the possibility of species extinction
I’m thinking what happened is that the little Toads were able to rough up the big ones by taking advantage of the Oddjob in GoldenEye 64 Law, shooting the ankles of the giants while they flail around like asses.
In another duality situation, the latest Fiona Apple album garnering the first 10 for new music from music publication Pitchfork (not to be confused with the gardening/riot tools review magazine of the same name) has of course made people Mad Online and Offline, while also spawning a rush of articles on just What It All Means. The first, from The Ringer, examines the legacy of other albums with the distinction, while the latter, from Slate, reflects on the period of time when Pitchfork used its status as indie kingmaker to derail careers with sometimes comically negative reviews. One mentioned in there sticks out to me, a review of an album from Jet that was just an embed of a YouTube video with a monkey peeing in its own mouth. Surprisingly that got a 0.0, because I would have given it a 7.5 off the strength of the video alone but I guess sometimes contextualization is difficult.
It looks like the original post was fake, and, really, the story seemed too good to be true, but for a few hours at least the collective Internet was entranced by this story of a woman, her boyfriend and the Waffle House cook that threatened their relationship with his egg cookery:
My (29F) Boyfriend (29M) keeps getting into fights with a cook at Waffle House
Find me in my office with the Agent Mulder “I Want to Believe” poster but with this whole thread pictured.
Your trio of adorable animals for today; first, the viscacha, which looks like a rabbit but is apparently much more closely related to the chinchilla (okay so I used the colon time to research these cuties). Second, a frog that looks startlingly close to Kermit, eye pattern and all. And third, an adorable drunk pig. If you thought to yourself “Huy did you look in the mirror when writing that third one” please stay out of the comments I don’t need this right now.
Finally, in News I Didn’t Know I Needed Because I Sincerely Don’t Need It, an analysis of how Disney and its parks handles the portal of mysteries that is the male nipple.
I do.
And here’s what I’ve found.
The Disney Nipple Thread
Disney Dan, thank you for your service.