October 16th, 2010

Blow My Mind

The payoff with Socko just makes me laugh

Oh, I knew this pissed people off back in the day, when the World Wrestling Federation (now World Wrestling Entertainment) played this ad in the 1999 Super Bowl:

And now I've laughed probably harder than I should have at the alternate version of that ad:

Gee, I feel like I should make some grand point about shock value and why the WWF did this and why people reacted as they did -- and now I am wondering where the alternate version actually aired -- but this? This just makes my brain short-circuit somehow. No grand point, unless you can come up with one.

And I'm glad I know that Mick Foley and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson are genuinely good people. (I love that someone who played a character as deranged as Mankind is someone gentle who's committed to helping people.)

Still: the alternate? Whoa. They Went There.
I listen

I love Rick Emerson

So on his Thursday show, former terrestrial radio guy/current podcaster guy Rick Emerson described how his brother once had a motorcycle accident that embedded gravel apparently inches deep into his body, and how for years after that you could still feel his “lumpy gravel skin.” Rick then said,

Lumpy Gravelskin. That’s a children’s story that didn’t make the cut for the Brothers Grimm. “No, gather around! We’re going to tell you the story of Lumpy Gravelskin!” I should sell that to John Kricfalusi right now. “Stinky Wizzleteats presents Lumpy Gravelskin and his House of Horrors!”
NCC-1701 Nebula 2

This dream needs to be painted on black velvet or on the side of a van

If only it were possible to turn on a camera inside a dream and get the visuals down exactly as they were dreamed, because as vivid as my dreams almost always are, last night had a rare, welcome addition: dream imagery that was genuinely, stop-me-in-my-tracks-and-gawk pretty. Pretty in impossible ways: I watched the sun set on a warm, East Coast beach (yes, setting behind an East Coast beach so it was setting in the east, I already said “impossible,” work with me), and after the sun went down the ocean glowed, as if I were seeing the sun through the water. And there’s too much water between a shore and the horizon for the sun to shine through, even though technically thanks to the curve of the Earth I guess it could, but there it did. AND IT BACKLIT WHALES PLAYING UNDERWATER.

By the way, yes I dream in color. Sometimes vivid color. The pinks and warm purples of sunset were very much in play last night.

BACKLIT WHALES. I cannot get over that. My subconscious is amazing.

(I also dreamed of local people I know, including someone I think is pretty and fantastic and who I should admit I have a thing for, but will DEFINITELY not act on that because she’s taken. Okay, get interested in someone else. And that‘s as much as I‘ll say about that.)