So, if you’re PDR and you can’t get to sleep and you already a long rambling post-thing the previous day, what do you do?
You make an album cover!
Who forgot that PDR was in a band? Probably not as many who never knew. A large part of that is probably because of the non-existent state of the band and that the band’s front-man, PDR, is not musically talented in ANY WAY! But nonetheless, I’ve had my Senator Lizard T-shirt for years and that makes it a real band. That’s a fact.
I think I might try to pump out a new album cover every couple of months. Easier than making effin’ music.
Potentially worth noting, the album cover depicts me in character as Otis Durning, from the Secret Government Robots prelude story thing that I did. And I did create the song “March of the Abominable Hairman” for the credits of this video, even if I did it by literally randomly clicking in whatever program it was I used to make it. And both those posts have the word “monster” in the title. Weird.
There’s some song that’s all like “All you little pigs doin’ kung fu flips better run, better run, up jump tha boogie” but those might not really be the words but I don’t care. Anyway, I heard it a couple times. It was in Fright Night and then I heard it on the radio. That’s the whole story. I just wanted my version of the lyrics on the Internet.
Haiku!
People need more time
or they’ll never get it done.
They can’t move that fast.
Speaking of songs I botch the lyrics to, I’m pretty sure that Return to Innocence by Enigma has become the song I sing most often in the shower, replacing Runaway by Del Shannon (though I technically sing the Me First and the Gimme Gimmes version tempo-wise). The difference is that I know the words to Runaway, but with my new song I just try to do the chanting. Now you all know more about my showering times. Your Welcome!
This time we’ve got the story of how a guy called James, nay, Smith (You’d think that they wouldn’t use the take where they messed up his name on the first try) went to America and invented basketball, apparently as a way to entertain all the moustachioed dudes with suspenders. Right on. As I’ve mentioned before, all I really want from these Parts of My Heritage is for them to be embedded into my brain so that I can reference them throughout my life. Well, we’ve got referencability coming out all over the place in this one. “But I need these baskets back,” alone is but several other lines are suitably memorable. Oh, and also the music is pretty sweet. Plus, basketball apparently had tackling and a vastly more comical form of dribbling? I totally approve, pretty much all around.
This one goes all the way. A classic that totally deserves Five out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake. But who is the dude watching Peach Basket guy retrieve the ball?
Over this last week I have purchased seven DVDs from Blockbuster locations that are dying here in Halifax. Now, I love my DVD collection and its extensiveness, (as shown in this here not even up-to-date list) so I am quite pleased to be adding to it for the first time in quite a while.
That said, with every DVD I add to the collection I also add to my annoyance, because I know I shouldn’t have a DVD collection at all. At the place where human technological development is, there is simply no need for it. Ideally all the movies (and music and so on) would be kept in a vast repository online where we could all see the movies we want, when we want. These physical copies of the movies that I so enjoy are entirely pointless. And yet I still like them. It’s rough being a greatly self-contradictory fellow.
Of course, when DVDs are finally an obsolete technology, this collection is going to seem like a lot of wasted time and effort.
(For the record, I’ve just realized that one of my new seven DVDs is Fullscreen. I didn’t even know they still had those.)
…which undeniably rocks in live performances can be so dull in the album version. I’ve got both on my computer and when it is playing random musics at me and the album version comes up, it just makes me sad. Sad because I know how good the song can actually be.
But that’s not actually what I came here today to talk about. Obviously, I’m here to give advice to the Catholic Church.
I’ve heard a lot over the last decade about “fast-tracking” people to sainthood (most recently John Paul II) to please the masses and create more modern examples of holiness or whatever they’re up to. The problem is, for Catholics to get to be a saint you have to be canonized, and that involves having to have been documented doing miracles after they die. That, I have to say, is pretty hard and to get these miracles documented, sometimes they come up with some pretty lame ones. And that cheapens miracles a bit. Plus, if saints are meant to be people we aspire to be like, most of us are probably never going to do any genuine Magic-Style miracles.*
I propose that, when I’m Pope in a hypothetical situation wherein I am Pope, the whole thing will just be a List of People We Think Are Pretty Awesome. You don’t need to do miracles for that. You just need to be Pretty Awesome. It’s hard to encourage the masses to do miracles. It’s not as hard to promote general awesomeness.
*Of course, I think all you wonderful people are capable of Everyday-Style miracles. That falls under the Awesomeness banner.
