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Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!! Not Halitophobia! We already have claustrophobia, zeusophobia, pogonophobia, cheimaphobia, coulrophobia, and chorophobia. What next? Phobophobia?!
The Orabrush is a tongue cleaner. It scrapes off bacteria and dead cells and other debris. We saw this commercial and it cracked us up so we ended up buying one. Don’t know if it works (people still avoid us, but that could be happening for a myriad of reasons).
One of our Facebook followers, SmartAss Ti, posted this video. Catchy song. Very funny zombie video, and you know how we feel about zombies.
Speaking of zombies, we just realized that we’ve watched all of Season 1 of The Walking Dead some time ago except the last episode. Same with Breaking Bad. Odd. Mental note: watch the last episode of The Walking Dead. Do the same for Breaking Bad. Get chocolate ice cream to go along with the experience. Everything’s better with chocolate. Wow. It’s late. We’ll regret writing this post tomorrow.
DC Comics announced this week that it would be releasing seven separate “prequel” series highlighting the major characters of the Watchmen storyline. The total number of issues is slated to be 34. Various contributors will work on the project:
Comedian (6 issues); Writer: Brian Azzarello; Artist: J.G. Jones
Dr. Manhattan (4 issues); Writer: J. Michael Straczynski; Artist: Adam Hughes
Minutemen (6 issues); Writer/Artist: Darwyn Cooke
Nite Owl (4 issues); Writer: J. Michael Straczynski; Artists: Andy and Joe Kubert
Ozymandias (6 issues); Writer: Len Wein; Artist: Jae Lee
Rorschach (4 issues); Writer: Brian Azzarello; Artist: Lee Bermejo
Silk Spectre (4 issues); Writer: Darwyn Cooke; Artist: Amanda Conner
There will also be backup stories titled “Crimson Corsair” by Len Wein and John Higgins and a one issue epilogue by various contributors (details forthcoming).
You can imagine the controversy surrounding this project. Purists, critics that will offer their pre-publication pontifications, and possibly Alan Moore himself will lambaste it. For our part, we loved the original series (who didn’t for crying out loud?) and we’re eager at least to entertain the idea of additional storywork. Hey, keep an open mind and all that.
COMEDIAN
DR. MANHATTAN
MINUTEMEN
NITE OWL
OZYMANDIAS
RORSCHACH
SILK SPECTRE
CURSE OF THE CRIMSON CORSAIR
Side note: Speaking of Alan Moore and religion (wait, what? were we not paying attention?), here’s his take. Moore apparently worships an ancient Roman, second-rate god name Glycon (who may have been made up as a hoax in ancient times) and believes that organized religion is unnatural. For our part, we believe Alan Moore wouldn’t do himself any harm in getting a shave and a haircut. Throw in some soap and water and some better fitting clothes, and he might not make babies cry anymore as he walks by. Just sayin’. Here’s more on Glycon and Moore from Wikipedia: “Following his ‘coming out’ as a magician in 1993, the English comic book writer and occultist Alan Moore has declared himself a devotee of Glycon, and has cheerfully admitted in interviews the absurdity of worshiping a probable fraud. Moore has declared he considers all ideas (including fictions) in some sense, ‘real’.“

Alandolph the Mottled
There’s something magical about music. It entertains. It inspires. It provides comfort for sorrow or sorrow for lack of comfort. It can be scary. It can be malevolent. It can be cute. It can be complex. Whatever it is, it’s usually memorable. Try this on for size. During the 1970′s, Coke came out with their “I’d Like To Buy the World A Coke” marketing campaign. The insipid little song that headlined the ads was simple and incredibly catchy (like it or not … but we prefer the “not”). For years (seriously) after that, the stupid melody and lyrics banged around in our heads and came skipping back from memory randomly and, unfortunately, frequently. We would experience a relapse, then realize we had been duped yet again and try valiantly to beat the idiotic ditty back into submission. It took a very long time before it was no longer being hummed absentmindedly. Of course, over time the song succumbed to others … some we liked, some we didn’t. This story is about one we liked (and are no longer embarrassed to say so).

The year was 1976. Two hundred had passed since the formation of our nation. But we weren’t celebrating the illustrious event in our native land. We were about 8,000 miles away from either coast residing in the land of the great golden Buddhas, of sweet fruits and sweeter flowers, and, sadly, the land that our military ran roughshod over during R&R while getting away from the hell of Vietnam. Yes, we were in Thailand that iconic year … Bangkok to be precise.

Asia was a fun place in the 1970′s. Asian society met Euro-American style and created the flariest of flared pants, the biggest of big sunglasses, the baddest of bad Kung Fu, and the craziest beats of Disco. We remember the cacaphony of American and European dance music marching side-by-side with Thai pop as the tinny but delicious sounds bounced out of our little transistor radios. There were plenty of young Thai men in their tight high-waisted polyester pants and big heeled shoes walking around with that bad-ass John Travolta attitude, smoking a pack or two or three a day of American Malboros, jammin’ to the Disco snare and pseudo-symphonic strings. Young Thai women flirted around the edges, looking coy and beautiful in their high-collared, short sleeved contemporary Asian dresses. The sheer energy, noise, lights, people, and more were so exciting that it was a wonderful time to be kids in such a place.

We heard lots of songs, some Thai, some Western, that we really liked. We even had a few not-too-carefully bootlegged cassette tapes that we played on a Panasonic Portable Cassette player/recorder. It was far out! Can you dig it? The song that has stuck with us the most was Boney M‘s “Daddy Cool.” Boney M was the love child of mega-producer Frank Farian (who, incidentally, ran Boney M like he did years later with Milli Vinnilli – both were pop bands fronted by easy-on-the-eyes, Afro-something, eye-candy men that didn’t actually do the singing; for shame Frank). The group produced a bunch of sugary pop treats in the late 1970′s. “Daddy Cool” was their first major international hit and for tweener kids listening to it in one of Asia’s most happenin’ cities it was out of sight. We felt the disco beats beckoning us to dance ridiculously serious and seriously ridiculous gyrations to what we thought was the absolute coolest song we had heard up to that point.
It’s easy to laugh at the silliness of it now, but it was electric to us then. Share in our trip down memory lane …
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Boney M’s “Daddy Cool” Lyrics
by Frank Farian
She’s crazy like a fool
What about it daddy cool?
She’s crazy like a fool
What about daddy cool?
I’m crazy like a fool
What about daddy cool?
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
She’s crazy like a fool
What about daddy cool?
I’m crazy like a fool
What about daddy cool?
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
She’s crazy about her daddy
Oh she believes in him
She loves her daddy
She’s crazy like a fool
What about daddy cool?
I’m crazy like a fool
What about daddy cool?
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
BONUS TIME!
Here’s another song we really like too.
So. The week in Miami Beach comes to a end. Standing in line in 5 Guys tonight Todd Rundgren‘s 1983 song “Bang on the Drum All Day” came on the radio. How appropriate. Here’s the theme for the final day of our time in this decadent little cesspool of a city.
We stayed in the Art Deco District on Collins Avenue and enjoyed the cuisine and the nightlife. We won’t miss our third-world hotel room. Planning on staying at the Hotel Carlton? Be aware that what is described on Expedia isn’t quite what the thing is in reality. Hey, at least no cockroaches, we suppose. Just for the sake of Pete, here are some pictures and a review of our Hotel Carlton luxury suite.
Lyrics to Bang on the Drum All Day
I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don’t want no candy
I don’t need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing ’til I got
Blisters on my hand because
When I get older they think I’m a fool
The teacher told me I should stay after school
She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands
But my licks was so hot
I made the teacher wanna dance
And that’s why
Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
The boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like it was the boss’s head
Because
I can bang that drum
Hey, you wanna take a bang at it?
I can do this all day
The Dark Knight Rises will rock in IMAX. We just know it.
Tom Hardy is insane. We just finished watching the BBC series “The Take.” Tom plays an out of control hood. Like Bronson, he’s larger than life in this series. Gritty, crazy, violent. Not the best stuff, but if you like Tom Hardy, it’s worth a look. It’s available on Netflix if you already have an account.
Here’s the second Dark Knight Rises trailer.
And here are some videos from the set.
And, here’s a travesty. Bat nipples?! Bat codpiece?! What the Fallujah?
Holly B Hollywood reviewed The Devil Inside and didn’t think too much about it. She hasn’t led us astray yet, so we’ll avoid this one. Too bad. Possessed nuns are actually more frightening to us than deviant clowns. Brr.

Hey baby, take a walk on the wild side. And the evil sisters sing Doo-do-doo.
This reminds us of one of our favorite Electric Light Orchestra (ELO) songs. When we were young, this was devil music.
