Untertainment Weakly (7-29-2011)

By Jake 

“Jurassic Park 4” is happening. Good news for fans of both dinosaurs and unwarranted sequels.

Megan Mullally is joining “Happy Endings.” It’s a pretty good show and Megan Mullally is somehow really great now.

Notorious drug abuser Amy Winehouse has passed away.

Yes, there is a “Napolean Dynamite” cartoon and nobody really knows why.

“Captain America” was the number one movie in America.

John Goodman is joining “Community” for a recurring role during its third season.

Bumbling vigilante Alex Trebek was injured chasing a burglar.

Patricia Clarkson is joining “Parks and Recreation” as Ron Swanson’s first ex-wife named Tammy.

Movies Out Today
Smurfs - If you choose to see “Smurfs,” then you are an idiot. “Smurfs” is another installment in the series of unnecessary films based on properties from our childhood. This movie was not made to entertain our depressed nation, but rather to just make money. “Make Smurfs and the marks will see it,” is the line of thinking by the executives who bought the property and produced this feature. Seriously, do not see this fucking movie.

Cowboys & Aliens - Well, title wise, this movie sounds amazing. Cowboys fight aliens could be fun, I suppose. Jon Favreau directed this and he made a couple of legitimately good movies (“Swingers” and “Made”). Yet, I am still having a hard time getting on board with this one, possibly because I’m still mad that “Smurfs” is coming out. I would wait until somebody you trust sees this and recommend it to you. If Glenn tells me it is better than "Independence Day" I will go see it.

Other Thoughts
I finally went to the theater to see “Bridesmaids.” This was the first film I have seen at a cinema since “Machete.” Readers of this weekly feature will probably know that I have been wanting to see this movie since its release, but they will also know that I generally think ticket prices are far too expensive. I would have never gone to see this with my wife, just because it would have been $20 for tickets. Even $10 is absurd, but oh well. It was a good, funny movie and I recommend it, just like I did when I came out and had yet to see it.

Netroots Nation Entertains Progressives, Tops Bonnaroo Death Toll

By Glenn 


Headline: Netroots Nation Entertains Progressives, Tops Bonnaroo Death Toll

Body: MINNEAPOLIS, Minnesota (OYIT) Over 144,000 true believers in the progressive movement gathered last month in the Minneapolis Convention Center. Participants discussed the great tribulation of Obama's presidency and the 2010 elections.

The opening night speech began with Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak echoing sentiments he had printed in a letter written for the Netroots Nation program. He encouraged attendees to take advantage of the city's offerings, including wireless internet and massive bridge collapses. Rybak also asked that people send their unconstitutional United States currency at local businesses. Audience members nodded approvingly while wondering how he could lose a gubernatorial primary to a Judas like Mark Dayton.



The conference was divided into breakout sessions during the day, augmented by some sort of lunch presentation and a closing night activity. The attendees were divided into true believers and "professional" political people. The former were a mixture of Obama supporters who are ready to follow him to the Hale Bopp comet and those who simply believe in progressive ideals and have worked to free Mumia Abu Jamal from prison. The latter group includes all the people currently employed by political or media organizations. They were there to network, share tricks of their respective trades and reassemble sad DC bar outings in the Midwest.

Out of Thursday's daytime sessions the highlight was Structural Barries to Progressive Success, featuring Darcy Burner, Ari Berman and David Waldman. All three are influential players on the progressive internet, but former Congressional candidate Darcy Burner's presentation shined the brightest. She discussed how the "rules of the game" are currently in favor of the right. Simply playing harder under the current rules will only guarantee more future losses and terrorist attacks on American soil.

Thursday night's keynote speeches included Howard Dean and Russ Feingold, two heroes of modern American politics that were unjustly defeated by treasonous elements in this country. Dean, best remembered for completely transforming the way presidential campaigns were waged and yelling at a speech, spoke first and less coherently. He tried to sidestep the failures of the Obama administration by saying progressives had to take the reigns of the country into their own hands.



Feingold followed it up with a shot across the bow, warning Democrats not to take advantage of the new rules established by the Citizens United decision. That Supreme Court case, no doubt partially inspiring Jared Loughner, said that donations to supre secret PACs could not be limited or regulated. This is wrong, but there is a strain of thought in Democratic-leaning circles that we should fight fire with fire, or at least ice with fire as depicted in the climactic battle scene of X3: The Last Stand.

OTHER HIGHLIGHTS

White House Communications Director Dan Pfieffer was angrily, sometimes petulantly, questioned by Kaili Joy Gray ("angrymouse" on Daily Kos). His answers were mostly bullshit, but that's his boss's fault not his. Afterwards Prairie and I stood around waiting like a couple of Sirhan Sirhans, but when we finally got Dan's attention it wasn't with bullets. I asked him why the communications team for Obama's campaign didn't make more of an issue out of Republican Senatorial filibusters of things like the health care for 9/11 responders bill. He said it's easy to see that in hindsight and that the President's bully pulpit isn't as "bully" as you think. So THEN I shot him.



NO MORE HIGHLIGHTS

Netroots Nation was overall a little disappointing to me. Granted, I missed the first day and was hung over the rest of the mornings and sleeping until noon. But the panels I did attend ranged from great to boring. The final night's speeches were pretty bad, including David Waldman of CongressMatters reading the entire 1500 page "2083 Manifesto" written by the Norway terrorist/mass murder/right-wing Anders Breivik. Even though the shooting hadn't happened yet, it would have still been worth predicting a mass killing by a right-wing terrorist SOMEWHERE in the world. Keep predicting it and eventually it will come true. That was Miss Cleo's model, who predicted the Oklahoma City bombing for three straight years before McVeigh actually followed through on the "action" component of Newt Gingrich's "Contract with America."

Debate: Desert Island Albums

By Jake and Glenn 

Ever since the invention of the victrola, man has found himself in a serious hypothetical conundrum: what albums would you want if you were stranded on an island? What makes this scenario the host of some of the greatest debates of our time, including the Lincoln/Douglas debates, is how varying musical taste is and the strong personal opinions on the subject. The real question is: is this scenario a sound hypothetical or merely a load of hogwash?

Jake: “Desert island albums” is a debate in itself, and it is one very close to my heart. I often visualize myself on a desert island. While I lean against a cactus, I picture myself sitting in silence, my tinnitus ringing in my ears like the Timex’s podcast, wishing I had something, anything to silence it. Then I visualize myself in a CD store in the mid-90s, back when they still existed, or browsing iTunes. This is when I usually fall asleep. The “desert island albums” debate is very real to me and brings me great comfort in my darkest hours. It is perfect for meditation, a worthwhile argument in a bar or a laughable discussion with your 15-year-old cousin who listens to Blink 182. In other words, choosing the albums you would want to have on a desert island is great.

Glenn: This is a waste of our reader’s valuable time. Most of them get one hour a day on the prison computers to check their email, TMZ, sports scores and this website. They don’t come here to hear about desert island albums, an absurd hypothetical if there ever was one. These prisoners are on their own desert islands and do not want musical albums. They want cigarettes! Or their freedom. These are the two things I would want on a desert island, not a copy of Michael Jackson’s hit album Off The Wall. Let’s debate about what albums we want to take with us to our first boy-girl party or the song we want playing while we slowly bleed to death after a car accident. No more desert or dessert islands.

Jake: I have not seen such an attempt at derailment since I watched “Die Hard With a Vengeance” three weeks ago. We are not even debating what albums we would like to have on a desert island, but rather if the hypothetical scenario is even valid or worthwhile. Obviously, you have yet again chosen the opposing side to my opinion. I sincerely wish, just one time, that we could agree in one of these debates. The desert island hypothetical is not just a scenario to deliberate, but it is a metaphor of our own isolation and the songs that run through our heads, blocking enlightenment, when we attempt meditation.

Glenn: I don’t need metaphors of isolation. I experience the real thing every day! There are three CDs that sit locked inside my safe - Bringing It All Back Home by Bob Dylan, Adore by the Smashing Pumpkins, and the Tears for Fears Greatest Hits album. I bring this safe with me every time I fly on the off chance that I end up crashed on a desert island like in the famous movie Castaway. My safe also has a flare gun and my Talkboy, which I would use for “human interaction” the way Tom Hanks talks to that volleyball. But this is a ridiculous debate because no plane has ever really crashed and my safe would sink to the bottom of the ocean. The answer to this debate is easy: if I ended up on a desert island I would hang myself just like Tom Hanks almost did in Castaway. No albums involved.

Jake: Not having albums on a desert island is like not having a urine-to-water converter in “Waterworld.” It is the thing that you would want the most when you are put into that situation. That is the beauty of the “desert island album” discussion; not only does it force you to choose a limited number of albums (5,10, or any other interval of five), but it puts you in the one place you would long for music the most. Picture yourself on a desert island, the sand blowing against your face, the sun beating down on you like L.A. law enforcement officers, the only sounds you can hear is the harsh, sand-infused wind and the scuttling of scorpions. You would be so bored! Music is one of the best ways to kill boredom, and this is why this debate has been a classic ever since music was invented by a neanderthal whacking some rocks with a stick. This debate will remain a classic until the inevitable nuclear holocaust.

Glenn: Finally we agree on one thing: the inevitable nuclear holocaust. Given how precious our time is left on this terrible planet, I want to enjoy it by experiencing the most carnal desires available to me: copulation, virtual reality simulation and eating Skittles. I refuse to spend any of our time left before the US government’s default next week debating what number of albums (7, 11, 13 or any other prime) to take with me to Greenland. Greenland is the best place to go to escape the inevitable Chinese invasion of America after our default and they don’t allow any music there. Maybe it’s their Danish heritage - I’m not sure. The point is that this is no place to be debating whether or not you want Use Your Illusion I or II with you on a desert island. This is the place where we should be trading our unconstitutional US currency for basic survival elements, like Skittles!

Heaven At The Mall


By Bub

During the recent heat wave, infrequent OYIT contributor James, OYIT spiritual-head Andy, and I decided to spend a free afternoon together pretending we didn't have air-conditioning, at the local shopping mall.

Being in our mid-to-late 20s, it had been many years since we'd spent a significant amount of time with friends at a shopping mall. Returning to the shopping mall of our youths we discovered that what at the time seemed exciting, was in fact cripplingly depressing (which I suppose is a fair description of most of life in general--being clinically depressed doesn't help of course). There were grown men working in stores that sold nothing but baseball caps; Christian themed chicken shops incessantly mocking the illiteracy of cows; and entire walls of novelty stores covered with t-shirts that have pictures of celebrities extending their middle fingers at you on them.

It quickly became too much and we wound up lounging with the other elderly on padded furniture in the lobby of Von Maur listening to the retiree volunteer play a piano version of 'Yesterday' on the baby grand over and over again. Between immediately being flagged as potential sexual predators when we first walked into the mall, and our time languishing tranquilly, waiting to die between the escalators to the hereafter/hosiery department, we did stumble upon something quite remarkable.

To call it a store would be an insult to the concept of commerce - in which people exchange things they have for things they desire or need or could possibly use - and would diminish its possible place in the canon of surrealist art masterworks. It really deserves its own realm of existence, and its name bestows one upon it: Dollar Heaven.

At first appearance it seems like any other unremarkable dollar store where you are to able purchase cheap facsimiles of goods you would find in any multiple-dollar store. But slowly and seamlessly, as through osmosis, the perverse and absurd reveal themselves to you in every aisle. Take this item for instance:


This was our first clue that something was 'afoot'. This Shuyaqing brand product is an apron, but you would be hard pressed to glean that information from the printed label that reads only "close relations between family members". The slogan, "workmandup series perfection" is equally unhelpful. This product seemed designed more to force you to question your own grasp on reality than to protect your blouse while cooking.

The next perplexing item was a button assortment hung on the wall that was labeled 'Fun Buttons':


But the 'fun buttons' all had very severe, Gothic depictions of Christian religious figures and events, including Jesus' head being mutilated by the crown of thorns. These were reprints of paintings made during a time when the closest Christianity got to fun was drawing and quartering infidels. As if to drive the point home the pin located directly below the words "Fun Buttons" has a picture of Jesus carrying the cross to his own execution:

There was this paisley framed piece of Americana, with a picture of The Statue Of Liberty and the words "New York" printed on it. As it stands it is hard to imagine the intended purpose of this item or the demographic it was intended to target. Then you notice the stamps and postmark located in the bottom left corner and you maybe think this is meant to remind someone of their own vacation they took to New York, when they sent their own New York postcard to someone they wanted to remind that they were not in New York. But a closer inspection of the postmark blows that theory out of the water - its words read "Souvenir of Hawaii". This postcard that says "New York" and has a picture of The Statue Of Liberty on it, is a 'souvenir of Hawaii'. The most charitable explanation is that it was conceived by someone in the Philippines or Bangladesh by someone that had been to neither New York or Hawaii, who had as vague an idea of the difference between those two American states as we have of the differences between Dhaka and Chittagong or Luzon and Mindanao.




There was a bucket full of vanity wallets for people with the peculiar name 'Rovis'.




I considered eating a Wall-E push-pop, but while I enjoyed the film and approved of its progressive themes, I was wary because it seemed like it had been three years since I'd seen it.


It DID have a cute figurine of Wall-E's love interest 'Eve' on top.

But as you can see near my thumb, the candy did prove to be several years old.



The doctor/lawyer pictured in the upper-right urgently needed to get to the operating room/file a brief and did not have the time to get wet. He chose Pride brand reusable Men's Raincoats because with their protective hoods and snap buttons no one would confuse him for a woman.



He would probably choose this Pair (of) Socks to relax in after a hard day at the hospital/courtroom. They're perfect for kicking back, unbuttoning several buttons on your male blouse, and striking dramatic poses at your leisure.

Though he needs to be able to use his vinyl raincoat several times, he can't be bothered wearing the same pair of clear plastic gloves more than once. His giant man hands are in luck with the purchase of FLIC brand disposable gloves. These gloves are so large, to give you a sense of scale, I am typing this story from inside of one right now.



If he would wear flip flops, he would certainly wear these uber-patriotic ones here:


With an eagle-head, patriotic colors, and nationalistic phrases such as "Land of the Free" and "Home of the Brav(sic)" printed all over these sandals you'll feel slightly less guilty about constantly walking on the American flag.


A subliminal trick orchestrated by our Chinese overlords.


Who also stocked the store with chic leather medallions with Che Guevara's visage on them.


For the man buying xenophobic footwear and anti-capitalist neckwear, there is the necessary wide array of nylon 'Du-Rags'.


And generic football enthusiast rape whistles.



Or Christmas themed ones for holiday season safety.



This post card, presumably intended to be sold at a commercial turkey farm, is meant to caution the folks back home that you may have to check an eagle farm before you find a suitable leader or eagle.


It seemed as though it would be easier to produce personalized vanity key chains with people's initials rather than their names because you would only have to get the first letter right. Upon realizing that most people have three separate initials, the manufacturer decided that rather than dealing with every combination and permutation of possible initials, they would split the difference and print up a key chain for every letter of the alphabet, with all the letters on each key chain being the same. At least the manufacturer was racially sensitive enough to print an extra "K' on the "K" one. To their chagrin, Kerry Kike Killer Kittles was finally able to buy the personalized key chain he had always wanted.



Someone at the magnet factory either mixed up two different magnet templates, or found his/her job at the magnet factory very spiritually empty.




Just to keep you on your toes, they throw in something legitimately funny.





Not prima facie offensive, until you notice the kind-of-Meso-American caricature/logo, clarifying that 'no, we specifically mean those natives'.



You can purchase house numbers at Dollar Heaven, but there is a very limited selection of numbers available. One can only imagine that the inventory manager, alone in his office, chuckles to himself about this one at least a few times a week.


In case your rhinoceros gets a splinter, or you have hands that actually fit into the giant disposable gloves from before, here are industrial sized tweezers.



Wanting to cash in on the Transformers movie franchise gravy train, a whole industry has sprung up inventing things that remind you of 'Transformers' without actually being 'Transformers':


"Interchange Robots"




"Air Craft Transformables"


And ""T"Bots", The "T"being merely hypothetical.




Andy accurately described this as a 'Road Sign Play Set'. The only use you could imagine this being intended for - playing with toy cars - is nullified by the 'no cars' sign in the top right. This is meant for self-contained road sign enjoyment.


This triceratops has had a bubble-blower tracheotomy:



In the doggie chew toy section you will find your standard hamburger and hot dog shaped ones, and ones shaped like various bones, but for the more continental breeds you can also purchase a rawhide french bread.


A plastic taqiyah or fez that doubles as a...




...travel pet bowl! For when you need to bring a bowl for your pet with you, but cannot afford to take up the space of an actual bowl:


An entire box of Batman glasses cases:




An Irish bracelet with pictures of mugs of beer over the Irish flag:



A tableau of America - army cammo and 'I heart Jesus' bandanas, with a pile of American flags on top.



The most horrifying item we found was a "Dad's Cool-Aid" shot glass with a cartoon green-faced corpse of an alcohol-poisoned neglectful parent on it.




A sticker set of letters for labeling in case you would like to misspell 'Grandpa' on a suitcase; remind yourself that your toolbox is for 'tools'; or to designate your RV/Camper for 'road trip' use:





And to finish strong, an 'Alien Power' action figure that implores you to 'save our planet' without actually designating which planet it wants you to save.





Dollar Heaven may not be the actual place where dollars go when they die - dollars are inanimate objects, and heaven does not exist - but it may plausibly be the place where dollars go to get laundered and later converted into luxury goods for North Korean figureheads, in exchange for the most useless and nonsensical items available for purchase on this, or any other planet.



Life with Mikey #96

By Mikey 



They should call Diet Squirt liquid courage. You have to be courageous to drink it--it tastes terrible!

Yeah, I've seen Kiss in concert.

This cloud looks like a fish.

Little House on the Prairie is a good show.

Aerosmith should write more songs about colors.

Sharks are stupid.

Let Cuba deal with all this toxic waste.

I don't think I'd eat koala meat. They are just too cute.

The Rock is a good comedy actor.

I am a fan of religion and even I think it's a bit much to say "God bless you" when somebody sneezes.

Everybody in the FBI's last name is either "Smith" or "Johnson." I wonder if they're all related.

Getting drunk always looks like fun in Jackie Chan movies.

Birds can be annoying.

Cartoon wolves are so horny. I don't know about real wolves.

Pink lemonade is too strong for me. I'll just stick to the yellow kind.