As a fellow creme hater, I'm 100% behind David Neevel's latest invention: an OSM. Oreo Separator Machine. It's an acronym. This dude spent 0.04 years on this amazing invention. He also had to keep his neck warm. It was a slog, but well worth it. Cookie technology has been pushed into the 21st century. Finally:
Wish I'd said that. Got that from a redditor, who was talking about this:
Jiminy Christmas! Some dude caught that bowfishing! I guess that goes without saying. How else could you catch that thing? Oh, right. Harpoon. My friend, Mikey G, said that "fish" was rather phallic looking (but he says that about everything). Said it was a dick with teeth. Which is now the name of my latest screamo band: Dick With Teeth.
I like the original title better: Mousocracy. But Patrick Scott ended up using rats. Rats! I'd like to take more credit for co-writing this, but in truth Patrick came up with most of this on his own. And even more in post production. The whole Mouse Kingdom? That was Patrick. Bomber that turns into a croissant (favorite part!). Patrick. In fact, the only thing I wrote that ended up in the final cut was the scientists taking notes. I wrote that. And I'll gladly take an oscar for that, thankyouverymuch.
I'm not making this up. It's the White Privilege Conference, as presented, if the photo on the front page is representative, by white people. Specifically, Quakers:
Don't get me wrong, totally acknowledge white privilege. In fact, who better to discuss it than white people? And what better way to show it than throwing a conference and charging everyone, including people of color, $360 to attend, but only charging predominantly white Quakers $160 to attend? And why should people of color come to the White Privilege Conference?
You may remember the befuddling little film I mentioned previously, calledUFO: Target Earth(1974). Well, what I didn't mention then was that about half-way through the film this scene happens:
Now, what first got me was the music. Right off the bat, that tune, "Country Love" caught my ear. Probably because I can't believe anyone would let themselves be recorded singing like that. Second, the lyrics. Let's review:
I wish I had a hundred dollar bill Just one for ever'day I would spend them all aw'my true love But their not send her away Cause it's that Country Love Country Love, get while you can It's only Saturday Night in the country, boy And it's Christmas everyday for the city man.
Those people pretending to act are yapping over this classic song, so that's as close as I can get the lyrics. There's something in there like "Whatchu going do when the well runs dry?" But that's enough for our discussion, which is: This Fucking Song Rules.
A hundred dollar bill. Really? Just a hundred dollar bill? That's all you wish for? I know, it's 1974. That's a lot of money back then. My little online inflation calculator says that $100 is about equal to $488 in 1974. But, still, not a $1K? Or a $1M? And I have no idea what "But their not send her away means." I mean, I might have heard it wrong, but take a listen, you tell me.
And why exactly is it Christmas everyday for the city man? Cause, as a city man lemme tell you: it's not Christmas everyday.
Now, after all that, this woman has an orgasm, which three onlooking dudes apparently can sense a mile away. They're just gawking at her! And let me state: I didn't edit this in the least. The music, the dudes gawking, the painful acting, the inexplicable orgasm, the little boy crying out for no reason, it's all just as it was presented in the film. I even kept the cut to the next scene in there just so y'all could see the craziness.
First time I saw Film School was when they opened for Cat Power at Bimbo's for Noise Pop. I want to say that was in 2003, and if it was, then I've been listening to these dudes for ten years. Jesus. Makes me feel old. Well, actually, the graying hair is wakes me feel old. And all these kids on my lawn.
