Thursday, May 31, 2007

Stumbleupon Finds: May Edition

I notice every month I do this, the list gets longer and longer... perhaps I will need to do this feature bimonthly in the future. As it stands, May was a banner month for weird, funny and thoughtful content from the rich seas of the internet.

Please enjoy these nuggets, and I encourage you to look at other content by these people if you like their work.

Images You should see

Poppin' Fresh genocide
A weird motivational poster
I Wonder what happened.
Checking a Baby's Diaper
No One wants to Play Sega with Harrison Ford by Brandon Bird
The Answer is Not Always C via College Humor
So that's how Paris Hilton picked up Religion
Vote Robot Nixon! via Strk3


Web Comics

Home on the Strange's Whose your Savior?
Handrooster's Search Wars
Haiku Circus's Bonus Level
Cyanide and Happiness's Dream
Jen Wang's Dance of the Flight Attendant
Big Fat Whale's Kansas Classrooms
This BewbTube from ExtraLife will resonate for anyone who was a fan of Drive.
People who Make me Jealous by Mark Stivers
Frogger from Lifemeter Comics
Deliveries in the Rear via Ctrl+alt+Del(It is all about Spiderman 3!).
I Think I am getting the Fear from Cartridge Comics


Games


Unnamed Paddle game
at Foon.co.uk
3rd World Farmer
A trippy paint splatter sim


Movies/Cartoons

Parody of We Didn't Start the Fire
Supernews presents Revenge of the Nerds
Exceptional Ping Pong Ball Tricks
The Truth about Japanese Restaurants


Words

For you writers out there: The shocking truth about the Slush pile
Best Week ever presents The 10 most ludicrous 24 moments ever
How to Clean your toilet the fun way
A timeline for the events of Futurama

The Fantasy of War as entertainment

The following piece is a reprint of something I wrote a few years ago at another blog in a galaxy far far away, and I thought it deserved another look.

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This is neither an anti nor pro-war thread... it is just me looking at part of myself, because I wondered why I dream about war so often, and why it is almost always in my thoughts. What brought this to a head for me was reading the posts of a bunch of forumites at a wargaming site about the military action around Fallujah.... how they were second-guessing what was going on there.

I think a lot of the fantasy of war is derived from our entertainment. There is this nearly universal message that a small ragtag group of soldiers can do the impossible or die trying. Games like Medal of Honor and the like paint war as this endevour in which a single figure can just wipe through hundred to thousands of enemy troops without dying, which we all know is silly, but I wonder if these sorts of activities soak into our subconscious mind so that without realizing it, we too fall victim to the fantasy of war. It's relatively clean battle with no pain, no real consequences if you lose... its aesthetically pleasing and without any real bite. And the war games I play as a commander... where I tell my units where to go and just look on as I lose assets and win objectives in a cold and calculating manner... where my losses are only of a numeric variety, and again, it is without blood, without the visceral horror that is real battle. Even a movie like Saving Private Ryan sort of feeds into this fallacy near the end(especially when you contrast it with the assault on the Omaha Beach at the beginning). But no one really wants to see a movie or play a game about a battle that was a failure for the "good guys"... which is why I think they don't make a lot of movies about military failure for North American audiences; A Bridge Too Far and the Alamo(s) aside.

Now, I've never been a soldier, and I've never lived in a warzone.... but I still have the fantasy of war in my mind... that as someone who has never been under fire, that I could somehow not only survive but prosper under such conditions... when I know rationally that is not the case. I couldn't make it through basic training, let alone a day in combat. Red Dawn is perhaps the greatest fantasy of war I can think of in this respect.... that a small group of teenagers could become the most painful thorn in an invading coalition's side, which when you look at partisan actions and such... well, there is usually a much larger underlying structure to those movements. I know its only entertainment, but at the same time, it is one of those kinds of movies that sends one of those hugely inaccurate messages to the general public... that with little training and no support, you could easily fight a huge force and win, which is sounding more and more familiar every day!

It was also the fantasy of war that led many young men in 1914 to enlist to fight in WW I... because the general consensus was that it would be over in about 6 weeks, and it would be a jolly good adventure... something that would relieve the tedium of their lives. When that illusion was shattered after 4 years of bloodshed, boredom and barbed wire, well, those who had survived the Western Front were less than eager to engage in war again, which led to perhaps the greatest source of my own fantasy of war... WW II. After all, this has to be the reigning war for entertainment because of its scope, weaponry and diverse theatres, and the fact that a lot of veterans of this war and there were clearly defined villains and protagonists. There is also so much information about it, it would be hard not to think of war without at least passingly thinking about the Second World War even for a moment. I wonder if there has been one year where a movie about WWII hasn't been made since 1941. Again, for the most part, these portrayals of war are cleaned up and interpreted to make the experience more "enjoyable" and less visceral, because if its too realistic, well, that might alienate people, and that's something major studios don't want to do. War is not a game or an intellectual exercise, and I think it took me this long to finally get it through my head.

It is also these kinds of portrayals that lead many who are not soldiers to second-guess the validity of military actions during a war. As a student of history, I have condemned commanders in hindsight, and in thinking about it, I don't know if this was entirely fair. I mean, I only see tactical information from maps prepared long after the fact, and not from the information provided to the generals themselves who had better knowledge of the conditions at hand. True, there were some bloody awful mistakes commanders have made, but who am I to second guess them. Sure, I can play scenarios to see if I could come up with a better result sometimes, but in all honesty, I am not a soldier, I will probably never BE a soldier, so why should I try to believe that I could be better than one? I think its a growing experience for me to finally be able to admit that out loud.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

God Inc creator speaks about Network Pitches

A few months back I discussed a web series I found at Youtube called God Inc, and then the whole thing just seemed to stop... but the guy behind the series has made a new video, explaining the silence.



He says that he has been pitching the show to the networks to try to make a go of it, and this is why I've decided to talk about it. You see, the pitch segment of the video is truly the gold. On some level, I think that's exactly what pitching a concept to the networks is like. It feels almost educational.


Remembering Without Limits

Usually I choose a movie that isn't great by conventional standards for this feature, but this time, I am taking a different route.

Without Limits is one of two biopics about the mid-distance runner Steve Prefontaine that were released in the late 1990s, and it is in every way the superior product.

At the time both movies came out, well, I was outright hostile to Without Limits. I mean, Prefontaine had come out 21 months earlier, and I really didn't see need for this second film. That, and I hadn't figured out what a douchebag Jared Leto was. Choking a hobbit because he didn't like your band... really. And I was on my anti-Scientologist kick even back then, and seeing that Without Limits was produced in part by Tom Cruise wasn't helping matters. And the trailer... the trailer is just awful.

But I was wrong. So wrong. I happened to have caught the movie on cable in the summer of 2000, and it won me over and made me an avid fan of the work of Billy Crudup. He really enmeshed himself in the role. And with a supporting cast including Donald Sutherland as Bill Bowerman and Monica Potter as Mary Marckx and it was directed and partially written by Robert Towne, the writer of Chinatown and director of Personal Best.

Now, I am not a fan of track and field, but this movie made me appreciate the sport. While I couldn't fully understand the physical stresses the body has to withstand to win, on an emotional level, it really spoke to me.

And Crudup's portrayal of the doomed runner brings a certain swagger and arrogance to the performance, but it is a likable quality as worn by the actor. "A race is a work of art that people can look at and be affected in as many ways as they're capable of understanding." How can I as a writer not respond to and feel a sense of kinship with a athletic figure that thought and performed in those terms? I can understand his hunger for greatness and doing things his own way... he truly was an artist on some level.

Now Without Limits may get a few of the facts wrong, as any biopic is apt to do, but on a narrative and character level, it tells the story in a much more compelling way. It was also the movie which most of the actual living participants in the events relayed have stated was the best reflection of the life of Prefontaine.

It is an excellent movie, and seeing as today is the anniversary of the tragic demise of this legend of long-distance running, it would probably be a good rental today.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

I am not an Ogre, and yet I still look green

Why am I green... because I am getting sick of Shrek.

I think the best comparison the Shrek franchise has to a real world object is a train. I mean, when you doing most things, and something isn't going right, you generally stop while things aren't too bad, but it is hard to stop a train, and as a mode of transportation, well, they have been known to occasionally derail, especially when the earlier part of one's journey has been pleasant.

Why am I bringing this up now? There are going to be two more sequels. It doesn't matter that Shrek the Third is getting bad reviews, there are going to be two more films in the series, with the next installment being scheduled for 2010.

I don't know if that is a promise or a threat. And this is coming from someone who liked the first two movies. I just feel like they are slowly destroying something I really enjoyed by continuing with these sequels and all the frakkin' commercials with Shrek characters... GAH!

And somehow I have a feeling that Eric Idle isn't going to be involved either.

Diana and the Paparazzi: Nasty Casting Alert

At Cannes, there has been a flurry of activity around a book called Diana and the Paparazzi, with a bunch of producers having a feeding frenzy trying to acquire the property.

And the name being bandied about to play Princess Diana is... Keira Knightley.

So let me get this straight. You are telling me that producers remembering this individual in her mid-30s:



Want this rail-thin 22-year old actress for that part?



I guess there is a lot of crack on the French Riviera this time of year or a prerequisite of bidding on the project was a swift crack to the head.

The comparison the leading contender to make this film has made is to Helen Mirren playing Elizabeth II in The Queen. I think it is fair to say that Knightley is certainly no Mirren, and in fact, in terms of talent and screen presence, she is WAY down the list.

Something truly does reek in Hollywood.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Zombies: An Flash Game Menace

Zombies are recurring figures in the world of online gaming, but it is rare to play a game featuring them that really passes the muster so to speak. I mean, it seems like everyone who makes online games has to make at least one zombie game, so when a good one comes along, you really notice them.

I have found two of them which really stand out for me in the genre so I just had to share them with the rest of you.

The first is Boxhead: The Rooms, which is presented in an isometric 3D perspective, and has one simple rule: survive. You upgrade your weapons by killing zombies quickly and in rapid succession. At first, it looks cute, but then, the blood starts going everywhere, and you find yourself engaged in an orgy of violence against the undead. There is also a very good sequel called Boxhead: More Rooms. I know that there are a lot of games like this making their way to the Nintendo Wii, so I wouldn't be surprised to hear that it has made the cut.

The second is The Last Stand, where you play as a survivor who has found a redoubt in the zombie-infested world, and it is up to you to survive countless nights and search the land throughout the daylight for weapons and other survivors. Now, the dynamic of having swarms of enemies attacking a fortified position is nothing new in flash games, but the designers really got the little touches right... and the game actually has an ending, which is always a plus. It is a little grittier than Boxhead and it is still satisfying, although a little less exciting, as there is a barricade between yourself and the zombies.

Hopefully, I haven't destroyed your productivity for today, and if I have, well, and I am sorry, and I hope your enjoyment makes up for it.

Cultural Detritus: The little bits that won't fit

Semaj does this kind of posting once in a while, and it is a good concept for the little bits of cultural detritus floating in my brain right now, none of which are suitable for a full-length entry.

  • I wonder if Rosie O'Donnell could have ever imagined that a reality show guest who appeared on her self-titled show on May 8th, 2001, a young Elisabeth Filarski, would feature prominently in her future after both individuals had blowout on national television or that she would vow never to speak to her former guest and cohost again after said event. I also wonder what the payout for predicting such an event on a Las Vegas line would have been back in 2001. I bet I could have bought a jet from what I would have won on a 1 dollar wager.

  • And speaking of freaky pairings: Amy Fisher and Joey Buttafuoco are getting back together... and like many figures of infamy, they are working on a reality show. Yeah, I sort of feel like I need a shower too.

  • Lily Allen was booted out of school as a lass for the same reason a former president was almost booted from office. I could make a joke about this whole thing describing the quality of her music, but I won't.

  • Happy Belated Birthday Mr. Christopher Lee. And what birthday would be complete without a horrible gift? This year, Tim Burton is cutting your part out of his upcoming epic Sweeney Todd... though I guess you can just look back on the 250+ other projects you've worked on and look at this whole thing philosophically. That or the fact that you are now working on the movie version of the quasi-sequel to the original Wicker Man, a movie which you totally rocked in by the way.



Sunday, May 27, 2007

The Most Awesome Lip Synch Video ever

This is the first time I've embedded video on Culture Kills, but in this case, well, I just had to do it. Had to.

The story of this video: apparently a bunch of people who work at a company that includes College Humor, Busted Tees and Vimeo decided to do a lipsync video for Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger... in a single take one night. It is amazing work.



I envy every person who gets to work in a place like that.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Culture Kills Comics on short hiatus

You know and I know that the recent batch of weekly comics haven't been stellar work, so for the moment, this feature is going to be on a hiatus while I get back in touch with my funny bone.

In the mean time, I will be presenting an interesting and funny web comic strip in its place.

Please enjoy You Damn Kid in Rabbit Season.

Thank you for understanding.

Friday, May 25, 2007

The bowling ball

There is an old episode of The Simpsons (probably from 17 years ago) where Homer struggles to find a birthday gift for Marge and buys her a bowling ball even though she doesn't bowl. I was reminded of this, this year when I opened my birthday present from my six year old son to find a DVD of Happy Feet. He was convinced that I loved the movie; although had he read this blog post he might have seen my love as more fleeting. I remarked that this is "my favourite movie that he likes."

He did much better for his mother's birthday earlier this year. He was convinced that she wanted something to use in cooking and that it had to be purple. Suffice it to say, she ended up with not one but two sets of salad tongs that were various shades of purple. Come to think of it, she did quite well on other things he found that she might like. They at least had the quality that it was not obvious that they were things he wanted. Let's face it, he doesn't eat salad.

I also received the usual hand-made cards from the children. My 8 year old's will be particularly memorable as she wrote "Dad, we will never forget you." It was a nice send off.

Y2 - Week 2: Pageant of the Transmundane

Hello from Ensenada, our first stop this year on the worldwide cavalcade that is the Pageant of the Transmundane. Perhaps I'll stop in your home town later this year.

Until then, there is the difficult work of handing out a little bit of badge love to one particularly lucky and amazing blog this week. Wow, those lessons Casey Kasem gave me are really paying off.

The lovely Anita Bath from Say No To Crack has often been in the running for this particular prize, but as of yet, had never collected it, but alas, the new year brings new opportunities.

She always has an eye out for the funny stuff out there on the web and she just happened to discover something that really caught my fancy. What was it? How about a pair of Motorized Pink Bunny Slippers, and do they ever look like so much fun to play with.

And to express how I am feeling at this moment, I had to go with Homer with his awe face, because in all honesty, I never thought it would take this long to give Say No to Crack a Homer Simpson Transmundanity Award.



Congratulations Anita on your first win.




The rules of this little contest: Every week I will be selecting one blog post that I have seen from the vast reaches of the blogosphere to bestow with the Homer Simpson Transmundanity Award for being one of the freakiest(in a funny way) things I've seen or read during a 7 day period. It doesn't necessarily have to have been written during the week, I just had to have encountered it. That means that if you find something interesting and repost it like a movie or whatever, if I saw it at your blog first, you get the prize. Of course, creating your own content is also a very good way to win.

Now, if you see a post that you think is worthy of this illustrious prize, just drop me a line at campybeaver@gmail.com and we'll see if we can't get your suggestion up and award-ready while giving you some credit and a link to your own blog.

The sleep externality

New research finds what we all knew was there: a child's sleep habits and parental health are related. And not just mental health, physical health too; although that part is less convincing. That all motivated Sydney Spiesel to consider how to assist parents in helping children sleep better. His solution was to remove the subsidy to waking up:
My advice to parents in my practice is based on my sense that children wake in the middle of the night seeking the reward of the warmth and affection they have come to expect. In 25 years practicing as a pediatrician, I've found that mothers in particular are often as reluctant as children to give up the nighttime cuddle. It is, after all, a time of pure and intense pleasure with a child, free of worries about hurting someone else's feelings or the need to put breakfast on the table or to answer the phone. The problem, of course, is that eventually the early-hours pleasure makes mothers miserable in the morning. When you get to that point—and if your baby is at least 4 months old—it may be time to decrease the child's reward for waking so as to make it not worth the trouble.

I start by recommending that parents ignore fussing for at least five minutes every time a child wakes. Give the kids a chance to settle down on their own. (Though, contra Ferber, don't wait more than 10 minutes or they're likely to become so anxious that you'll never get them back to sleep.) If this step fails, go to the child but keep it very low-key and unrewarding. Talk as little as possible. Don't turn on the light. Don't look the child in the eye. Pick her up slightly awkwardly, so she's not sure you have a good grip. If it's a cold night, let her tush collect a few icicles. Above all, don't hug or kiss her or tell her how wonderful she is. Also, don't nurse or give formula. A bottle of plain water will reduce the return for waking (and encourage the development of a good pitching arm).

Not a bad strategy. We ended up doing something similar but with perhaps a harder line. But this gradual removal of the waking subsidy is not a bad place for some parents to start. The point is that in the end, if you want sleep, the subsidy has to be entirely removed.

Sometimes the problems persist beyond the toddler years. This hasn't (at least not yet) been an issue for us. Interestingly, the solution there appears to explicitly make the subsidy scarce.

Put children to bed with a card they can exchange for one "free pass" to leave the bedroom to get a drink or a parental hug. (Not on the list is permission to stay up later.) Once the child enjoys his free pass, he has to turn in it in for the night, and his parents must ignore all subsequent bids for attention.

Moore and Friman tracked 19 normally developing children between the ages of 3 and 6 who strongly resisted bedtime by crying, calling out, escaping from their bedrooms—as I like to think of it, the usual stuff. They divided the kids into two groups. About half of them got the "free pass." The parents of the children in the comparison group did nothing special.

Remarkably, to me at least, the free pass was quite successful. After just four days, the kids in the experimental group showed substantial improvement by crying and calling out less often, making fewer flight attempts, and quieting down much faster. Their parents reported that they were very satisfied with the results—only 7 percent said the strategy made them uncomfortable, and none thought that their child experienced discomfort. Follow-up studies after three months showed sustained gains.

Anyhow, there is some good basic economics to this. But you would have to keep strictly to the pass system. Relent and it will surely fall apart. It would be interesting to see how it worked for parents without researchers they had to report back to.


Some long pop culture lists for the long weekend

Since I've basically doubled my posting frequency this week, I thought I would slow down a little bit with a couple of interesting lists I found recently.

The Grand List of Console Role Playing Game Cliches: I found myself nodding along with this list, as I've encountered most all. These are very genre-specific, but there is some commentary on the fantasy genre as a whole.

The Best Worst Death Scenes(non-horror or science fiction): The title is misleading, as the meat of this list is "The best scenes where someone is killed in a horrifying way". I also have to say that having seen most of the scenes in question, just thinking about them (especially #1) still creeps me out a little. Of course, I think we can all think of a movie death that was horrible and not on the list.

What has happened since Duke Nukem Forever was Announced: It is quite a comprehensive list of the gaming releases, television series, movies and world events that have run their entire course in the decade since this most famous piece of vaporware was announced.

Enjoy your long weekend my American friends.


Thursday, May 24, 2007

Towel Day 2007



It is Towel Day 2007, and I couldn't let the day go by without describing the sadness Douglas Adams' passing still brings to my heart... it depresses me more than Marvin the Paranoid Android reciting Vogon Poetry.



That's all I really have to say about that.

I sense a great disturbance in the force

Allow me to quote Hayden Christensen's Anakin Skywalker:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

OK, now that that is out of my system, allow me to report this rumor as quickly as I can so no one gets too freaked out.

George Lucas may be working on a prequel movie to his Star Wars prequels according to the Daily Telegraph.

Now, if the prequels were immeasurably worse than the original trilogy, how bad is this new potential movie going to be. Let me get my magic 8-ball.

*shakes*

"All signs point to AWFUL"

Unless a whole planet of Gungans gets blown up and Irvin Kershner returns to the director's seat, and maybe even if those things happen, this is going to potentially be a horrible, horrible movie.

I'm both Sick of Sith AND the Revenge of the Suck

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Blogs may soon be more prevalent than Porn online

I must preface this entry by saying that I was minding my own business and watching a video of Noam Chomsky debating various figures when I discovered the root of this who inquiry.

You see, there was a video called Everything you Never Cared to Know about Porn(not a direct link), and well, I just had to know what it was all about. It turned out to be statistical information about internet pornography, and being the geek that I am, well, I thought I would compare them to the numbers being bandied about for the blogosphere.

According to the video, there are 372 million porn sites online, representing 12% of sites total. Technorati claims that there are about 77 million blogs, which according to my calculations would be about 2.5% of sites total on the internet.

The video also claims that 266 new porn sites are created every day(I think statistic above makes that number seem a little on the low side) while Technorati estimates that 120,000 new blogs are created daily. In other words, for every new porn site, there are roughly 450 new blogs. Or that in a day, more blogs are created than pornographic sites in a year.

If these current projections continue, the blogosphere is just a few years from overtaking pornography in terms of popularity (roughly two and a half years if Technorati's claim that the size of the blogosphere doubles every 320 days proves correct).

And on the day that happens, I guess the jokes about the internet being mostly porn will be a thing of the past and the jokes about the touchy feely world of emo kids and mommy bloggers will be the new norm, and I await that day, though I hope there is still room for a crank geek like me then.

Food Mascots Redux

Last June, I wrote about an issue which really bothers me from a pop cultural standpoint... food mascots that are the product that is going to be eaten.

And for a while I thought I was just an isolated kook who had this particular aversion, I have discovered a blog called Suicide Food, which documents in far greater detail the horrors of food stuffs, particularly animal mascots, that relish the fact that they are going to be eaten. The fact that in some cases, these mascots show glee at the prospect of being consumed is disturbing to say the least. And because it is a daily blog, well, there is a lot more local and international work that I've never seen before.

I am seriously disturbed by them all.

People talk about video games and movies making kids more violent, but really, I think that clowns and smiling animals who take an active part in their own demise are doing more to warp the fragile minds of children. Where is Jack Thompson when you really need him? Why isn't he going after the people who unleash these horrors upon us all.

Leading questions

A conversation from today:
"Dad, what happens if something falls into the heat vent?"

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Just interested."

"Well, it depends on what it is."

"So if it is something bad, what might happen?"

"You mean the whole house explode or something?"

"Yes"

"Again, it depends. Is it likely to catch fire?"

"I don't think so but maybe."

"What was it?"

"Umm, it might have been a Lego."

"Do you mean one of the Star Wars legos?"

"Maybe."

"Let me see."

"But is there going to be trouble?"

"Yes"

"What sort?"

"Like my anger if you have lost one of those legos."

"Oh"
Suffice it to say, the lego was lost and the house is still here.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Power of Transmundanity

I didn't know this until earlier this week, but it looks like when you do a search on Google for the blog titles of many of the winners of the Homer Simpson Transmundanity Award, well, the entry or entries on my blog where they won are usually the second or third result. I discovered this when I was looking at my sitemeter referrals and someone was looking for "Melanie in Orygun".



I did not know that a link from me in that particular kind of posting carried that much weight. I am quite frankly surprised. I mean I've talked about a lot of different blogs as I've written this , and the people who achieve transmundanity also receive a lot of other awards and nominations, so the fact that my little award stands out so much in search engine results... I can only respond with stunned silence.

It may be just something that Google.ca is doing, so if you've won a Homer Simpson Transmundanity award, do a search for the title of your blog to see if your results match what I am getting.

Monday, May 21, 2007

This is how you win a Culture War!

This is just sheer brilliance, and another Stumbleupon discovery.



Joseph Griffith from PeachStapler is an artist with a flair for the kind of subject matter that interests me very much. The picture above, The Surrender, is a monument to the cultural war between Western Civilization(especially America) and the fundamentalist Islamic world, painted for the 225th anniversary of the Battle of Yorktown. Even without those connotations, it is still a fabulous piece of art from a pop cultural standpoint, and it really resonates with me.

Griffith is someone I am going to keep an eye on... he recently posted a new painting based around the world of Labyrinth.

Run, Fat Boy, Run

I saw a preview trailer for the upcoming comedy Run, Fatboy, Run, and I knew it was going to be a fried gold chunk of goodness when I saw Simon Pegg being coached in some fashion by a disheveled Dylan Moran. Right there, that is a quality setup for any movie, anywhere.

And then there was the patterned hot pants. I want to see this movie. I want to see this movie BAD and I don't even know what it is all about. It just looks like a good, quirky British-centered comedy, and that is enough for me.

Strangely enought, the film was written by Michael Ian Black of The State and Stella fame, so I don't know how British it is going to be. I guess I'll have to wait until September 28th to find out.

The Shocker of the Week

Michael Moore made a movie that FOXNews likes!

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,273875,00.html

Was today opposite day? Did I wake up in some strange universe? I am not a huge fan of Michael Moore's recent work, but wow. I'm stunned, especially since this was the same network that broadcast one of the most vile obituaries I've ever seen.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Living common sayings literally

This weekend we had more than a large dose of nit-picking in our household. We had to get down to the nitty gritty and go over everything with a fine tooth comb. It was a lousy situation and involved lots of activity that made us feel like nitwits.

Basically, we were at an event horizon where common sayings became literal. The previous paragraph was awash with 5 of these (can you pick them?), all referring to our war on lice, as they were originally intended. I noticed this connection as we dealt with the situation. It turns out it is no accident. From this authoritative site:
A number of common sayings actually refer to lice. Calling someone a "nitwit" is the same as saying they have the intelligence of a louse egg (nit). "Getting down to the nitty gritty" and "nit-picking" refer to the detailed work involved in removing nits. Describing someone as "lousy" implies that they have lice.
I can only suggest that, from our experience, these sayings deserve their common origin.

Now it is easy to blame someone -- in this case our 2 year old whose share of lice and lice eggs in our household was 99 percent -- and we did (!), but the problem for us is that it wasn't 100 percent. Her mother held the next highest position. That thought led to chaos because she was going to have to trust someone else -- namely, me -- to deal with that one. Head shaving was apparently a more viable option.

Now lice is one of those things that happen when children interact with other children. All the websites say it is just part of growing up and social interaction. Suffice it to say, it occurred to us more than once this weekend that social interaction was over-rated.

Lice can be treated within a day. It takes time and patience which, as you know, are in abundance in households with small children! You need first to kill the lice with some insecticide hair foam (two of us got that). Then you need to -- and this is the fine tooth comb bit -- carefully brush each hair individually -- applying liberal amounts of conditioner.

That led to conversations like this:
"Ow, you're pulling."

"I am just trying to get through these knots to the scalp. And if you would stop moving your head and look down that would help."

"But I can't see the TV."

"Well, I need to be able to see. Now just sit tight and behave yourself."

"I want to do something else. How much longer will it be?"

"It will be over when its over. Look we have to do this. Don't you want to go to work tomorrow? If I don't do it properly, we will be back here again. Do you really want that?"

"No, I guess not."
And what is true is that we have to do this again in a week's time just to be sure.

One good part of this is that we got to break out the kid's microscope. That proved surprisingly useful. For starters, lice and eggs can be small. This allowed us to identify them, their age, whether they hatched and whether they had not taken. The latter allowed us to rule out more aggressive treatment on one of us. It also meant we could date the treatment. I highly recommend your own lab work if you every encounter this. Turned the whole exercise into a scientific activity. And we needed it, this took most of the day but everyone is now clear.

Of course, all this made me wonder why there isn't some squad who can come in and take care of this for you. Let's face it, there are surely gains to be made from becoming expert here. I guess it probably has something to do with cross-contamination. But then again the same can be said of any medical service.

Musicians you wouldn't want to see: A Culture Kills Comic

I should have titled this Lame with a capital L, but that was too on the nose(or forehead as it were).

Musicians You Don't Want to See



I await your boos.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Y2, Week 1: Pageant of the Transmundane

Well, we've all come around full circle and here we are again starting at the beginning of a new year of transmundanity. What splendors can we expect to encounter? What strange mysteries will be explored? What will Mr. Fab do to top a banana and yogurt? What ever the answers to those questions is, it will be fun finding out.

And to start of this new year with a bang, I am not giving the award to a single entry this week but to a whole blog, something I have done twice in the past. And like those times, the entire concept behind a blog is so brilliant that it is transmundane across the board.

That blog is Calls for Cthulhu, a faux call-in show hosted by the most famous of H.P. Lovecraft's creations. It is cute and creepy all wrapped into one package. It is one part vlog and one part traditional blog, and the character work is pitch perfect. It is just such a great total package.

And since the Simpsons doesn't have any Cthulhu characters on it, well, I had to go with plain old Evil Homer for this first Homer Simpson Transmundanity Award this year. Huzzah!



Congrats Brandon. You've earned this award and set a high standard for the rest of the year.



The rules of this little contest: Every week I will be selecting one blog post that I have seen from the vast reaches of the blogosphere to bestow with the Homer Simpson Transmundanity Award for being one of the freakiest(in a funny way) things I've seen or read during a 7 day period. It doesn't necessarily have to have been written during the week, I just had to have encountered it. That means that if you find something interesting and repost it like a movie or whatever, if I saw it at your blog first, you get the prize. Of course, creating your own content is also a very good way to win.

Now, if you see a post that you think is worthy of this illustrious prize, just drop me a line at campybeaver@gmail.com and we'll see if we can't get your suggestion up and award-ready while giving you some credit and a link to your own blog.

Stories from a Pop Culture Past: Life

There are those pop cultural moments and movements which just sweep an entire nation or continent up in their wake, and like anyone else, I've been the victim of quite a few of them, and I thought I would start sharing the tales of how I got to this point of being both an ally and enemy of pop culture. Yeah, that latter designation hasn't really been explored here at Culture Kills... though the title alone should suffice in proving my case.

My childhood was changed forever by a simple slogan from a breakfast cereal commercial.

You see, when I was a kid, I went by my middle name, which is Michael, but everyone called me Mikey. And for those of you who are of a certain age, as soon as I said that name, you know exactly what commercial and product I am talking about.

And if you don't, here is a shorter version of that particular Life Cereal ad.

Yes, that kid robbed me of a little bit of the joy that I may have had as a child.

I was a little bit chubby then, Rubenesque even, and well, at first being told every time you eat something that "Mikey Likes it!" is funny a couple of times, but trust me, it becomes damn near soul-destroying after about week 3 when people say it about everything... and then it just keeps going year upon year.

I mean, I hated that kid, and I had never even met him. And by the time I was 10, there was another Mikey commercial on, and the whole thing started all over.

And at the time, I thought it was weird that some of the other kids wanted me to eat some Pop Rocks and then drink a Coke, but now I know. For shame, for shame.

Why couldn't that character have been named Petey, Sven or Abdul huh? Why Mikey? And why couldn't the Mikey stigma have changed into a post-Goonies thing... who wouldn't have wanted to be Mikey Walsh?

So to the good people at the Quaker Oats Company who, through their advertisement took a little more of the joy out of my young life, and only left me with one little anecdote for that pain: I hate you, though I will still eat your oatmeal, but that's only because of Wilford Brimley.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

24 in need of a revamp?

I will not be giving spoilers about the current season of 24, so those of you who only watch the series on DVD or are in another region where the telecasts are delayed, you don't have to worry that I am going to disclose any of the current plotlines, but I will be discussing some unrelated speculative ideas for future seasons.

With that being said, most of the people who have watched the show in its sixth season seem to have come to the same conclusion... it just doesn't have the magic it once did. There is just something off, and it just hasn't been as satisfying as it could be, and the fact that the fifth season was so good makes the lacklustre nature of the current one even more obvious.

Now, over a year ago, I wrote an entry about the direction I thought the show should go in, and a recent story about the renewal of the show for two more seasons makes me think that maybe my idea could come to fruition.

Basically I wrote that because the show took place in Los Angeles, I thought it was odd that the producers of the show decided to totally avoid a crucial part of my perception of that city: its natural inclination for being the scene of natural disasters. I mean, has there been so much as a tremor on the show? A wildfire? A mudslide? To me, any one of these scenarios would have made for some great drama, especially when coupled with the usual kinds of story lines they deal with on the series.

And because the show isn't being received as well as it was in the past, perhaps they are ready to take some risks to keep things interesting. I certainly hope so, as I would religiously watch a series of the show if they did something like I had suggested last year. Sometimes you have to revamp a series or franchise to keep people on their toes, as the producers of the James Bond films would likely tell you.

I think now is one of those times when such a revamp should be considered.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

The First Annual SUPER TRANSMUNDANE awards

Well, it looks like this is going to be a busy week for handing out awards and badges. I had announced that today was going to be the day that I gave out the annual Transmundanity Awards, and I've already given out 5 Thinking Blogger Awards on Monday.

Now, I was going to go totally democratic with this process, but after seeing some of the debacles that other blogging awards have generated, I reconsidered and decided to use the same process I've employed the past 52 weeks of being the sole judge of this contest.

So on with the show!

Best First Half entry: Ringing the Otter's Stickman and Cindy (week 24). Arthbard made a cartoon... and a good one at that. It was the first and only original cartoon that won an award from me this year, and when it came back to awards season, well, I had to recognize it once more.



Best Second Half Entry: Pointless Drivel- Mr. Fab vs. the Banana(Week 29). How could any other entry win the award for the second half... as it literally represents what transmundanity is and has become the longest running joke of this contest now.



It is the pinnacle of achievement of not only its half of the year but unsurprisingly *opens envelope* ...

Best Original Video: Mr. Fab vs. the Banana. It is the gold standard... and future award winners will be judged against it. It is that profound and disturbing.




Best discovered video: The Buckner game as recreated with RBI Baseball as found by Cinerati (week 9). I appreciate the amount of work that went into this particular mashup, and I have never seen it on any other blog so it is a relatively unique find, and one that stayed with me for 43 weeks.



Best Movie Parody/Mashup video: Burbanked- (Week 36) Tom Hanks is James Bond- A well edited, funny and inventive video that I first saw at Burbanked. It made a lasting impression.



Weirdest Product: My Secret Underground Society (Week 7)- Michele found stuffed plush recreations of pee and poo. Need I say more?



Best in Text transmundanity: Mattress Police (week 33) An original creation from Diesel, which was a series of cover letters from an applicant in the Star Wars universe looking for work with various factions throughout the galaxy. It is classy and priceless.



Special Honor: The Krusty the Clown Award for Transmundane Self-Promotion: Maven from Welcome to the Sanctum Santorum: Maven fought for her awards... she put her name in so many times, and really, I have to respect that. She just wanted that Transmundanity Triple Crown so bad and she fought for it at one time on a weekly basis.



Congratulations to all the winners! You truly were Super Transmundane.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Verse: Getting back on the Literary boat

I may ramble a little bit in this post, and it will be a little more personal than the kinds of things I usually write.

I used to be a poet a few years ago. It was a habit that I had broken a couple years ago, and now I am trying to reengage myself to the art form. I made a pact with one of my old blogging friends and hopefully that will get me back in fighting shape, as the cliche goes.

Of course, there are some of you out there that may be thinking that writing is not a habit--a disease maybe and definitely an occupation(if not a preoccupation), but a habit... no.

I remember back when I was in one of my creative writing courses in University and I realized that I was actually adept at writing verse. My reaction was literally, "But I don't want to be a poet," like Jerry Seinfeld did many times on his show(with other words being substituted for poet of course).

Words used to come so easily for me back then. I could sit down and just write poetry for hours or spontaneously generate verse orally and it would all come streaming out of me in so many forms, and perfect words just popped up, sometimes even before I knew what they were(like effulgent), but now I can't do that anymore. I used to write deftly and with subtle nuances, and now when I blog, I notice the clumsiness of my words and how often things don't come out the way I intended. It is a different kind of writing, but the small touches that I used to excel at are no longer there.

In short, my poetic muscles have gotten flabby for lack of use in both their creative and critical senses. I still know the words, the forms I haven't had a good workshop session in a few years, and there is nothing like it really.

I mean, I don't fear the rejection of my work. At all.

And as anyone who has taken a creative writing course with a workshop element knows, you may make a few friends while you are in the battling in the pit so to speak, but on some level, you hate most of your fellow writers, and while you would never openly acknowledge that publicly in the group, it does enter into the critiquing of the work. I still look back in fondness to a moment where I just took a fellow poet out at the knees when they claimed they had written a poem about a particular subject... a subject which I happened to have just finished extensive research on... and he deserved it! If you can survive the scrum of an angry group, well, then you can survive almost anything anyone will ever say about your work, because in a group, it is personal. They have to look you in the eye and say those things, and because you all basically hate each other, well, no one is too shy to tell you how bad something really is. That is the beauty of the workshop experience.

So I know I have a long journey ahead of me... and a lot of work to do to get back into the wide open waters of literature. But I know I can do it. My odyssey to find my Ithaca once more must prevail....

Yeah, I need a lot more practice.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

The right sign

So it happened this weekend -- as it does to all Australians at some point in their life (and perhaps elsewhere, who knows) -- the 6 year old noticed the sign to the left. He said "you know that When Wet sign." Yes "It's impossible. The tire marks can't go that way." Absolutely. Many of us have pondered that at some time in our lives.

I think when it comes down to it, it is not clear why the sign isn't like this.


Although, come to think of it, it isn't as dramatic. So the impossible catches attention whereas the possible doesn't.

Caves to be seen


This weekend I took the 8 year old and the 6 year old to the Jenolan Caves in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. I can't believe I have never been there myself. It is simply wonderful and these days not given its due on 'must see' sites in Australia.

The caves are spectacular but very accessible (well apart from last 8kms of road which was a bit stressful -- but not seemingly dangerous -- with small cars being preferable). Formed out of limestone, as our guide said, "with theories plenty but no real scientific fact on their origins" there are many chambers; so much so that there are 10 tours you can take. The tours seemed pricey at $57 a family but where worth every cent. The tours were there, however, not so much for information -- although that was useful -- but for policing. Put simply, there are easy pathways through the caves and to let everyone just go would surely lead to ruin. So they are policed under the guise of a tour.

We went on the Chifley tour which took as through seven or eight chambers and after an hour we had traversed more than 400 stairs. Each chamber was more spectacular than the next.

The guide aspect is OK for children but the acoustics mean that no comment goes unnoticed. My 6 year old son let out the biggest yawn at the end of the very first lecture prompting some good humour from all, including the guide. Then at the end of the tour as we were guided to the final gate he let out a "Finally!" which went through at least three chambers. But despite these comments, this was a big hit of an activity.

We also learned some fun facts. For instance, one cave possessed an electric light that was installed one year after Edison invented the light globe. Getting it there was not an inconsiderable feat in the nineteenth century. But it just goes to show how speedy technology adoption can be if we really want it too.

We immediately moved on to the Nettle Cave. This was a 'self-guided' tour of one hour that you could take with an electronic audio guide. The children were having none of that. It was a more robust cave both outside and in and we traversed it and its 600 steps in a mere 25 minutes. Then again the 8 year old did whole The Louvre in Paris in 45 minutes when she was just 1. We like our sightseeing at a blur!

Anyhow, if you are one of our visitors to Australia -- especially those invited by me in the past -- and are wondering, why didn't you tell us about this before? Well, I didn't know. You will just have to come back.