Comic for Thursday, January 25th, 2007

Posted: 9:00 am, Thursday, January 25th

All I can say is that AllMusic and I are anticipating some very different albums. Although I'm curious about Andrew W.K.'s Young Lord, since it's not supposed to be anything like Close Calls with Brick Walls, which had maybe five or six cool tracks and then a whole lot of nothing-much on it. Oh, and the Bjork, the Bjork ought to be cool. I was listening to Medulla at the office yesterday (just in case everyone around the office didn't think I was bizarre enough already, I thought I'd drive the point home by listening to an instrument-free disc comprised mostly of Icelandic bellowing and human beatboxes), and got thinking about Bjork a lot. I've always liked Bjork for being so Goddamned weird, and to this day get enraged whenever some assfaced celebrity whore on Entertainment Tonight or Extra or something mocks her swan dress from the Oscars. (By the way, I've never seen Dancer in the Dark and apparently never will - 2.0 says she may very well have to kill herself if she ever sees it again. Evidently, it's something of a downer.) Just because Bjork couldn't give a flying fuck about your stupid culture of glamour doesn't mean you should make fun of a dress her friend made for her. Anyway, thinking about Bjork, I have two favorite memories. One is actually quite painful - Tree, Sweaty, my buddy Sco-dub and I were galavanting around Beantown about four years ago, having rocked out at some bars earlier in the evening, and Tree and I were kind of doing a strange sashaying line dance while singing It's Oh So Quiet at the top of our lungs, when I launched myself sideways, leading with my head, into a streetlamp about a foot and a half to my left. The guys says I was out of my feet, I don't think I was. Whatever the case may be, I was definitely concussed, and our tour of Fenway the next day included a very vertiginous venture (ooh, alliteration!) to the Monster Seats, during which I feared for my life. Here's a video (to the song; sadly, no one captured the collision, which Sweaty described as a QB rolling into a blindside helmet-to-helmet):

The other memory also entails Tree. On November 6, 1997, the MTV Europe Awards were broadcast out of some place in the Netherlands that I can't remember. Tree and I briefly considered trying to get up there for the show, but then realized that would be stupid. Anyway, for some reason, all of us guys on the Italy trip that we were on just got obsessed about this show. So five of us gathered at Mad Jack's, our favorite watering hole, where, for some reason, they had the MTV show on, complete with sound. I don't remember a lot of the show - U2 performed 'Mofo,' I think the Spice Girls did pretty well for themselves (this was the height of their popularity), and I'm pretty sure Oasis probably won for something or other. The three highlights were Slash, upon being asked if he was honored to be up for an MTV Europe award for his performance with Blackstreet, said, "Fuck, man, I didn't even know Europe had MTV;" Hanson winning "Best Song" (not best video, but best actual song) for that timeless masterpiece, MMMBop; and Bjork performing Bachelorette in what to this day is one of my all-time favorite pieces of clothing. Our buddy Fred, who is the most deadpan dude alive, made the observation that "Bjork is such a weirdo," and sipped his Guinnness. Anyway, because the internet is the greatest thing ever, I found that performance on YouTube yesterday. Check out Bjork's dress. God, I love Bjork. At the time, I thought Bjork should marry Beck and have the weirdest baby ever, but 2.0 tells me the dude she *did* marry is way weirder than Beck, so I back off on that one.

Anyway, that's really all I've got for today. But, look, that's way more like an actual blog entry than anything you usually get around these parts. So, tune in tomorrow, same Bat-time, same Bat-url.

bullfrog

I love that the lovable alcoholic five bucks cast keeps Absolut next to V8 on the kitchen counter.

I did always think of Lissa as a gin martini girl tho...

Nevermind, I just got the joke. Please excuse my mild retardation this morning

And you want to be my latex salesman.

My head and neck hurt from just thinking about how you hit that concrete pole. If my memory serves me correctly you chased me around a construction site in the median of a street trying to hit me with a pole found at said construction sight right after that.

Wood - don't feel too bad, I too was wondering what the hell was hanging out of Lissa's coffee. Until I looked again.

IMO,Clamato makes a better Bloody Mary than V8.

I'm impressed Lissa took the time to cut a celery stalk for herself.

Taking Whitey's last comment one nudge further (farther?!), I'm impressed that there was some celery in the fridge that wasn't all brown and wilted.

Lissa takes her drinking seriously, and some of that is making sure there's always drink garnish on hand, be it olives or celery or those awesome little cocktail sticks that look like swords. God, I loved those when I was a kid. Figures they'd go totally out of style by the time I was old enough to drink.

And Sweaty's right, I tried to bludgeon him with something from a construction site. I remember my cudgel of choice being one of those newer, really skinny traffic cones, but I could be wrong. I was, after all, recently concussed.

Jeez! Mark Trail is 60 today!

Ah, thanks Woody for being the first to miss the joke in the last panel. I was going to post that I didn't get it, but the subtlety escaped me.

Who was the dude who found your drawing of Lissa all hot? Was that first-panel cleavage a shoutout to him?

Yeesh, I biffed on the last panel today, huh? C'est la vie.

Nah, the first panel was just mostly I figured a barely conscious Lissa wouldn't have her robe all cinched up and that Lissa, in general, probably has some nice lacy unmentionables.

Man... make a comment about a hot cartoon chick and you're branded for life...

I was in a strange mood that day... I swear.

Hey, Reggie Bush is in trouble again!!!

I've been seeing ads for a movie of the Bridge to Terabithia a lot lately, and it looks like a fantasy flick. I must've read the book some 20 years ago or so (God, I can't believe I read a book 20 years ago), but wasn't all that make-believe? I don't remember it being like the Narnia books.

And the girl dies of cancer, right? Am I remembering a different book altogether?

Oof. Awkward.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrLAfiwNd3E

Clearly Lissa should ditch her job as an ad exec and go into the much more interesting hobby of bartender. Hell, she should open her own bar/pub/saloon. Call it Martini Maven.