Jonmc and I just returned from Brooklyn, where we saw The Zambonis perform. We vote for making them the official 9622 band, a.) because they sing songs solely about hockey; b.) because of their insanely catchy hit "Hockey Monkey", c.) because rhythm guitarist/singer/defenseman Dave Zamboni gave us a shoutout. (Closeup here.)
Some more pictures from the evening:
The Hockey Monkey (stuffed), center stage;
the Hockey Monkey (live), in NJ Devils jersey and Hartford Whalers toque, with Jon Zamboni;
Matt Zamboni, in vintage 1971 Canucks jersey, achieving orbit;
the Hockey Monkey, in an Islanders jersey this time, with Jon Zamboni; and
the Hockey Monkey with Steve Zamboni and Dave Zamboni.
(sorry for crummy image quality; phonecam was all I had with me tonight.)
Men-about-town everywhere, faced with the ball-breaking vagaries of contemporary fashion, are forced to consider whether boxer shorts, Y-fronts or the simple, understated jock strap are better equipped for dealing with life at the top and satisfying the volatile female libido, whilst protecting the family jewels.
In the Iberian Peninsula, of course, there's no such luck. The socks and dainty slippers alone, not to mention the falsetto-inducing tight trousers, are enough to put off even the most ardent seņorita.
Buggeration...England...See you next Tuesday...I don't have one...Sloblocks [only SFW with the sound down]
So, what's yours?
Zombies! Universal remakes Dawn of the Dead, opens Friday. Romerovingians are wary, yet remain hopeful. [more flesh-eating inside]
If one discounts the Haitian influence, the Lovecraftian ventures, the video game-inspired narcissism and the Bruce Campbell frolics (crypto-racist claptrap, mad scientist horror, cross-media marketing wingdings and inspired cult comedies, respectively), there are two schools of thought on the contemporary zombie movie: The Classicist school (exhibited by the George Romero trilogy of Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead, and Day of the Dead) and the "Brains!" school (exhibited by The Return of the Living Dead, Return of the Living Dead Part II, and the aptly named Return of the Living Dead III). Each has their high points: Romero's nuanced interpersonal studies amid the glorious Savini carnage, the deftly portrayed atmosphere of foreboding, and the enveloping juggernauts of shambling dead. The Brains, otoh, have the camp, often seemingly unintentional humor, the anti-establishment ethos, the burgeoning sexuality (Linnea Quigley [warning: blood-covered boobies] as the hot naked zombie set the stage for the creepily seductive zombie-slash-human iron maiden of the last Brains movie), and the new-and-improved lightning-quick zombie attacker, lustily yelling "Brains!" as he bashes down the door. Night of the Living Dead was remade, in a nearly scene-for-scene homage by Tom Savini, to limited success. Then came 28 Days Later which, admittedly, I have not seen (plan to soon), but seems to be radical departure from either of these schools, and may perhaps not even be a zombie movie at all, but rather a "plague" movie in the realm of such classics as The Omega Man and (ahem) 12 Monkeys. And now, the Dawn remake, which if the trailers are any indication is a radical departure from the original storyline AND seems to combine elements from both schools (Romero-written plus fast zombies). I will see the New Dawn - the original is one of my favorite movies of all time (first saw it on acid! woof), but I wonder: is this the new direction of zombie horror - fast, furious zombies eating not only the living but also the subtle undercarriage of thematic commentary?
Ok I'm off tomorrow then. On my walrus page there's a link to my travel journal, which I'm not posting directly here for fear it will fill up with spam.
Now, someone mix me a cocktail for my flight. I want something suitably international-tasting with the side-effect of melting the roof of my mouth and causing my brain to implode for a period of no less than six hours.
Ok kids. here's the deal.
Please don't bitch about the spam on the site.
(and by please, I mean: If you do, I'll have to hunt you down and kneecap you)
I clear it off as soon as I get time, and we all agree that it's annoying as hell. Until we get the blacklist installed someone has to kill it all manually. I've closed the threads that seem to get hit the most as well.
I just spent an hour on it and I think I've gotten most of the stuff that was glossed over before it became a real problem.
(and I'd also just like to ask: What the hell is wrong with America's dick? viagra, cialis, etc???)
I wouldn't want to say his name in such a public medium, but we all know who has just been welcomed into the world, to well-deserved acclaim.
Congratulations, Uncle and Auntie Fes!
That boy will yet save us all. Or, at the very least, make us think and laugh as much as you did.
P.S. Any tips, reproduction-wise, gratefully received. ;)
Because I don't think we've done it before, and because I REALLY need to get this one out, I hereby declare this the official 9622.net/Grandmaster Flash "White Lines" "Post the Song That Somehow Got Stuck in Your Head and You Absolutely Have To Get It Out By Passing It On To Someone Else" thread.
Baby.