Scooby Who! When are you?

Now this crossover with Dr. Who is super, super geeky and I love it! As a kid I religiously watched Scooby-Doo because I was usually more interested in the monster, especially if it was a Sci-Fi-based one. Of course Shaggy and Scooby amused me with their bottomless appetites. As I got older, I endured the show since Blue Falcon and Dynomutt followed.

The artist behind this design really nailed down the Hanna Barbera look on Dr. Shaggy.

When the joke/shirt gets old(er), I know a big Scooby fan who will enjoy this.

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Online archive of 120 Minutes found

Leave it to the great AV Club writers of The Onion to find a link tied to MTV’s last, dying gasp at being relevant. With the show’s return I thought it was a nice surprise while reading Keith Phipps’ reminiscing over 1989 which was also a solid year musically.

Some early shows are rather embarrassing. Boys Don’t Cry? Vanity? John Farnham? Peter Frampton? Maybe taking the program in an “alternative” direction was an afterthought.

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Paul

A joint UK-US fanboy venture which is simply an R-rated version of ET. The Brits Pegg and Frost provide the writing, acting and inspiration. American director Mottola of Superbad keeps it in a setting, package and pace more digestible for the wider US-based audience as opposed to Hot Fuzz or Shaun of the Dead: both are great movies, they’re probably just seen as too “British” by Hollywood.

I’m not going to belabor the story since the commercials/trailers cover it so the only point in seeing Paul would be for the details, execution and dirty jokes.

Did I enjoy this? As a Sci-Fi fan who was familiar with all the major references…the answer is rather obvious. I’m ashamed that Somara figured out the one for Escape to Witch Mountain long before I thought of it. I just knew the RV the Brits drive had some nagging significance; I kept getting stuck with Dusk ’til Dawn. I did find Seth Rogen doing the voice of the titular character a tad boring because he’s overexposed and pretty much the same character he plays in everything else I’ve seen (Knocked Up, Superbad). In Rogen’s defense, I can’t come up with a better choice right now. Sigourney Weaver’s presence was great, she has an impressive Sci-Fi resume beyond the Alien franchise. Blythe Danner I’m not sure about. Other than appearing on a episode of The X-Files, I’ll have to take a guess and go with Futureworld for explaining why she was in this. Initially, I mistook her for Susan Sarandan but realized I was wrong as my brain completed its inventory of facial features, namely Gwyneth Paltrow’s eyes.

Is it funny? I was amused by the run-of-the-mill toilet humor, the fish-out-of-water stuff (Redneck Americans think the English are all gay) and the jabs at the San Diego Comic Convention. I don’t recall laughing out loud which few comedies succeed at doing. I was probably too busy trying to catch all the tributes to heavy hitters in the genre it’s paying homage to: Star Wars, Star Trek, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, ET, Aliens, Predator, X-Files, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Mac & Me and Back to the Future.

Worth Seeing? When it’s released on DVD, Streaming and/or Cable is my endorsement. There’s nothing a movie theater can add to the experience. We took it in with a friend at Alamo Drafthouse. I was hoping the growing, legendary (Entertainment Weekly sings the place’s praises) cinema would show Sci-Fi-related clips to get the mood going. Instead it was a barrage of comedy bits from Pegg and Frost’s skit show. They were good. The problem is that every other comic actor has had this type of program on the BBC: French & Saunders, A Bit of Fry & Laurie, etc.

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Cold Souls

For number five in my recent Sick Day series, I watched this Black Comedy covering one of humanity’s biggest questions: What is the soul and is it really tangible? Science, Religion and Philosophy have been trying to answer this for centuries.

Paul stars as himself (the credits say his character is Paul Giamatti), a stage actor struggling as the lead in Uncle Vanya. I guess Russian plays are grueling because Paul complains to the director and his agent about how much anguish the role causes in his own life. Then he receives a voice message from his agent to check out this magazine article covering a doctor in Long Island who allegedly can remove the soul and put it into storage. Somebody they knew had a relative try it, blah blah blah, it seemed to work even if it sounds like a hoax. Paul investigates, gets tour from the founder Dr. Flintstein, a thorough explanation on how the process works and a price. Paul decides to give a shot.

Running parallel to Paul’s story is Nina’s. Nina is a Russian mule who transports various souls purchased from desperate people in need of money. According to Dr. Flintstein, a person is needed because souls are susceptible to damage at high altitudes when they’re transported by plane. She is obviously part of a mobster operation selling the (maybe) gullible Flintstein souls belonging to hard-up factory workers and claiming they’re from Russian poets, writers and artists. As for Nina, the strain of smuggling all these souls is starting to take its toll on her body, mind and spirit. The extraction process leaves residual traces. It’s like when adhesive substances are transferred to different containers. For example, pudding being scooped out from one bowl to another and then another, so on. There’s always some left behind in the previous bowl. Nina is a bowl that has had numerous batches of pudding go through her without being put in the dishwasher. Sometimes Nina re-experiences memories and emotions which aren’t clearly hers.

Back to Paul. How well did the extraction go? Initially, he’s disappointed when he sees what his soul resembles (no spoiler here) but he feels great, as if a huge burden has been removed. Then comes the side effects: his wife senses that he’s just “off,” his acting sucks and he becomes a rather callous dinner guest. Remorseful for undergoing the procedure, Paul asks Flintstein for his soul back. The doctor instead convinces him to borrow the essence of a Russian poet/author (actually a young female machinist). The substitution works even though the donor isn’t what Paul was promised, she was a Russian with a miserable life so his Uncle Vanya is incredibly spot on.

Meanwhile, Nina is ordered by her boss to fetch the soul of an American actor. The mobster’s wife is a mediocre actress needing an edge for future roles. He tells Nina to bring back DeNiro or Pacino. Since Paul is the only actor listed in Flintstein’s files, Nina steals his soul and takes it back to Russia. This is the other half which made the movie interesting yet funny. Again, not fart-laden, f-bomb-ridden Superbad humor. The subtle, thought-provoking kind.

This could easily get pretty heavy but I think Cold Souls goes further than the great episode of the The Simpsons when Bart sold his soul to Milhouse.

Paul is a skeptic, figures this is crap, discovers it works and then figures he can put it on ice as if it were a jacket. He doesn’t realize how important it is until someone steals what makes him complete. Sadly, it’s a lesson learned too late by the Russian donor he borrows from.

Do I recommend watching this? If all you’re looking for is escapism and entertainment…don’t bother, keep on browsing Netflix to score something lighter. It’s the type of film which leads to arguments with my wife. Somara is often in the former camp I said shouldn’t bother. For me, I feel that good (or great) movies should challenge, incite and foment intelligent discussions. There’s no shortage in the crap department, aka “popcorn,” a polite synonym for “terrible.”

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My connection to Miracle on Ice

Last week a really nice co-worker gave me this as a thank-you gift for something I did. I just about cried when he explained to me what it was and I didn’t want him to part with it. However, he was cool with it because he had another one. He wanted to give it to me due to its significance.

So what or who is this? It is a puck autographed by Mike “Rizzo” Eurizone! Not only was he captain of the 1980 US team, he scored the winning goal again the Soviet Union to cinch it. I know this due to my annual viewing of Miracle every Fall to get ready for every new NHL/AHL season.

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Don’t fall down and die…

Kuroneko and Nemo sharing the window sill which is rare

…then we don’t know who will feed us!

A quick shot of these two enjoying the moderate Spring weather with the windows open before I had to climb up on the roof. Somara bought a really good ladder and a brace last week; with the price tags you’d think they were made out of gold or platinum. Anyway, I had to go take all the risk to inspect for missing shingles (none! a couple loose ones though), clean out the vent for the dryer (this has already resulted in a future remodeling thanks to Milburn’s crappy design) and Somara’s vertigo is still around, otherwise, she’s the brave one because she had gone bungee jumping.

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Scissor Sisters

Jake Shears and Ana Matronic with the new drummer Randy Schrager

When it comes to this band, it was about damned time they returned to Austin. Years ago they got a big push through SXSW and it probably helped them stand above the flood of New York acts (Strokes, Interpol) reviving the Eighties sound. I was a tad bummed to find out they were recently opening for Lady Flavor-of-the-Month (should be the other way around due to her limited body of work) because I wasn’t going to refinance my house to catch a 40-minute set. Hopefully they have a smart management team that knew they could successfully be the headliner in particular cities, namely ones which aren’t dominated by homophobes.

Scissor Sisters lived up to my expectations in concert. The show was part Mardi Gras, part Cabaret, part dance club and part Spring Break/Fire Island (some young guys took off their shirts; yeah, I need to work out more) wrapped in an aerobic workout. They covered the hits from all three albums with an emphasis on the current release Night Work which is a slight departure from their past material. The slow stuff I like such as “It Can’t Come Quickly Enough” or “Tell You Tonight” were skipped but I could handle it since they pulled off “Take Your Mama” live. I think they sprinkle in Ana’s lead-vocal songs to give Jake some rest, falsettos can be pretty grueling. I mention this due to someone saying Ana was rather flat and/or disappointing from a past performance. Maybe she had an off-night then, during this Austin appearance, Ana was spot on especially during “Kiss You Off.”

Main guitarist Del Marquis

Other great touches from last evening…The opening act was a DJ who did some pretty cool remixes of La Roux and Depeche Mode. He definitely got the crowd going. It would’ve been nice to see a new band in a similar vein but with Austin having a hard 1030 PM curfew on a Sunday evening, keeping the primary act on schedule is wiser. I also discovered my psychic connection to Ana in the middle of the set. Before she sang something I have totally spaced on, Ana requested everybody to put away all the cameras and phones. Just be in the moment for one song. She was serious, especially when she threatened to have someone’s camera put in Jake’s butt. There was complete compliance as far as I could tell being in the thick of the crowd; I was within the first 10 rows. Personally, it would be nice to have the audience under the same rule as the professional photographers, they’re only allowed to take pictures during the first three numbers. Then they have to vacate the barricaded spot the venue has set up. I learned this from my brief time with Stardate when I overheard the production manager Dan give the ground rules to the media for the B-52s. At Devo last week, I was glad to see this continue…when song number three ended, they cleared out. If everybody else did, we could all enjoy the concert more. Nothing is more annoying than some schmuck holding up a phone/camera throughout your favorite tune trying to record it in its entirety and his hand/device obstructs the view.

Back to the band, less editorial!

For the encore, Jake and Ana changed outfits (Jake was on his third here) and did an acoustic version of “Sex and Violence” before finally giving the crowd what it really wanted, their 2006 hit “I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’.”

Currently, the site I like to use for getting the set list has turned up snake eyes. I’m confident something will come through yet I should’ve politely asked one recipient nicely if I could’ve taken a photo of hers. I owe this Web site and I really wanted to score a real copy to give to a fellow fan who also shares my love for Roxy Music, another major influence on Scissor Sisters.

Do I recommend seeing Scissor Sisters live? Without hesitation since my closest friends and fellow music fans aren’t the types whose heads would explode like Michele Bachmann’s at the site of, you know, openly gay people. Now those who are Pink Floyd purists, they may have to be kept away with a restraining order.

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Southern Culture on the Skids 2011

SCOTS ’11: (from left to right) Tim, Rick, Dave, Uncle Roy and Mary

It’s officially Spring in Austin! The annual Vintage Auto Show wrapped up last night with some of the finest, loudest, smelliest (the fumes!) and scariest old-timey cars from around the state. I’m talking about cars I thought could exist as Hot Wheels but my friend Jeremy, who came along, said some are modified by this slang term…rat rodded, probably in honor of Big Daddy Roth.

To celebrate the gathering for five big nights was Southern Culture on the Skids at the Continental Club. A perfect match since they have several well-loved car-driven songs: “’69 El Camino,” “Voodoo Cadillac,” and “My House Has Wheels.” The show I made was also the last in the quintet of appearances. As always, I brought banana pudding which the band then passes out to the crowd during their hit of the same name, minus the ‘g.’

Due to all the traffic on South Congress, Jeremy and I arrived too late…the show was sold out. I was rather bummed. It didn’t really sour my mood, I was more relieved that I didn’t wreck the Fit in the stop ‘n go traffic caused by the hot rodders; for some reason my left leg twitched uncontrollably on the clutch pad. Good thing Jeremy can drive stick too.  Anyway, I wasn’t worried. I figured we’d get in as people left after the opener completed their set yet I didn’t want the pudding to become uncomfortably warm. So I put in a call to Lynn (Dave’s girlfriend) whose business card I always kept in my wallet. She took the food and got in a good word; it worked! This resulted in the staff receiving larger tips to compensate for being moved to the guest list. I bought a round for Lynn too, it’s the least I could do; I’m working on a nice present to send when the gang return to Chapel Hill.

One of several go-go dancers accompanying SCOTS. Definitely makes this at least a PG-13 concert.

SCOTS was awesome as expected. They are currently touring to promote their first new record in a long time…Kudzu Ranch which is all killer no filler, I have been playing it in its entirety on the Fit’s iPod often. My personal favorite is “My Neighbor Burns Trash.” I know my doctor will love it, they cover Neil Young’s “Are You Ready for the Country” and there’s a mash up of Nirvana/Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd. With the new album, the set had the new stuff sprinkled in with the crowd pleasers: “Bad Boys,” “Highlife,” “Pick Pickin’,” and “Busy Road.” No luck on that setlist Web site having a break down like I found for DeVO. The pudding was a hit too. I didn’t manage to grab pictures since the Dirt Track Date Dancer took it around to the back of the crowd. She thanked me for providing enough spoons which cuts down on people trying lick it off her fingers.

Until I catch them next year (or sooner)! Check out the latest record, I completely endorse this one. If you don’t like it, I will reimburse you. It’s also a great introduction album should you not be familiar with Southern Culture on the Skids.

I had to get my picture taken with this cocktail waitress! She's wearing a special outfit for the show which I loved. Afterwards, I suddenly had a craving for eating at Steak n' Shake, Crystal and Checkers.

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Woo hoo! A winner!

Nothing like winning free food from your favorite Sunday-morning routine/hangout with friends and family.

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I thought Svengoolie retired years ago

Expatriates of Chicago around my age know all about Svengoolie (or I thought the show was called Son of Svengoolie). He’s the Midwest’s version of Elvira (she’s an LA fixture that got national attention in the Eighties) but he definitely preceded the more famous Mystery Science Theater 3000. The bigger difference between Svengoolie and MST3K is he just played the movie and his comedy was during the breaks.

My brother and I were first exposed to his show on a Saturday evening back in Springfield. During the state high-school basketball finals, WGN was replaced by WFLD on our cable system since the local CBS station had dibs in our area. We were already familiar with the other Chicago channel from watching it at Grandma’s house; it had better afternoon fare while WGN perceived as stodgy. So that evening WFLD was showing Roger Corman’s version of The Raven. Despite the director’s reputation for crap, this does have a major cast: Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, Boris Karloff and some nobody named Jack Nicholson circa 1963. When the movie broke for a commercial, we saw this weird bit called The Dukes of Berwyn. Eventually we figured the guy with all the black makeup and top hat was the host and it was a funny take on the old afternoon movies show format we recalled from the Seventies.

I didn’t get to see Svengoolie for a couple years after that evening and it was only during the times I was at my Grandma’s house over the weekend. WFLD had moved the show to Saturday afternoons yet it was usually worth going out of my way to catch, namely for his song parodies. Svengoolie isn’t quite Weird Al since the humor is tailored to Chicago politics, woes and inside jokes; hopefully someone can clue me in again on why he picks on the suburb of Berwyn.

It’s nice to see the story in the FIB Trib isn’t an April Fool’s joke neither. I need to ask my brother if his kids are allowed to watch Svengoolie. I feel they were already rooked out of getting share our WGN Bozo experience, it would make me smile a tad to know they still have a chance to watch this well-loved fixture of Chicago.

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Apple is 35

I think the “going out of business for # years” joke is no longer applicable with the stock trading at $300 or more a share; the demand for the iPad 2 showing no signs of letting up; and the pervasiveness of iPhones. In many ways, Apple has taken Microsoft’s place as the Tech Media’s favorite target to criticize.

ThinkGeek did a great job on many levels with this parody of a Playmobil set (not Lego oddly). If this really existed, it would probably run close to $500 due to all the little pieces and accessories needed for capturing the details. Personally I would buy one because their call center playset was a flop.

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Happy April Fool’s Day

I wish it were happier though. When I feel better, I’ll probably discuss it around my anniversary day with Apple since it’s related to that.

Meanwhile, it’s also Avril Poisson in France and she’s not some new American Idol sensation. Over there the prank is “April Fish!” Kids put paper fish(es) on the backs of others, similar to a “Kick Me!” sign here. Thanks to my French teacher, I always remember how to say fish correctly. Make the ‘s’ noise not the ‘z’ because the latter is poison and as he said, knowing French waiters you’ll probably get it due to their disdain of American tourists.

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Happy 12th Birthday Miette & Molly!

My little girls celebrate their mutual birthdays we conceded on based upon estimates from the Vet. If they were human, theoretically they would really be 64. Pretty agile, spry and tough for humans then. Molly remains the Alpha.

Speaking of the Vet, the wonderful people at White Rock sent funny e-cards to Molly and Miette.

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I’m not alone in Texas!

What a pleasant surprise to see from one of the neighbors’ houses.

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Devo

"Uncontrollable Urge"

Last Sunday’s concert was almost 30 years in the making for me. When Devo hit my radar with their third album Freedom of Choice, I was 12 and these guys were just plain weird. Some of the goofy things Mark Mothersbaugh said on The Mike Douglas Show didn’t help…never mind why they were on a talk show my grandmother watched religiously. I gradually became a fan through the odd videos Devo distributed through late-night television (things subbing for SNL), HBO, Solid Gold and this new network starting up on cable called MTV. It was cool to see these guys having more going for them than “Whip It.”

There must’ve been something to their material which gave them a wide appeal. I remember how puzzled my brother and I were when Mom bought the live EP. Brian eventually confiscated this; too many reasons why when you’re an embarrassed teenager. Recently Rhino repackaged the entire show that the EP was derived from. It was originally distributed to radio stations to play on King Biscuit Flower Hour and the vinyl had Bugs Bunny on the label. I scored a copy since only 5000 were pressed.

Anyway, Devo must’ve sensed my grumblings last year and returned to Austin to grace us with their talents again: SXSW, ACL Fest and Fun Fun Fest don’t count as legitimate stops in my opinion. I remember how stoked I was to score the tickets online. It helped me overcome the horrendous weather Central Texas was experiencing in early February.

This show was also our first at the new Moody Theater. It serves as a downtown venue for concerts people pay to attend and it’s now the current home to tape new episodes of Austin City Limits. Since we only got to see one taping, I can’t say if it’s better or worse than the old UT Communications building. As for competing locations: Stubb’s, Austin Music Hall, Antone’s and Mohawk; it’s alright yet they have the pricing backwards.

That's Yvonne, a real person, not a mannequin.

Opening the show was Austin’s very own The Octopus Project. I have their current album, it’s great so I was looking forward to seeing them. While watching them I kept thinking of Combustible Edison despite their music not being as loud.

Jerry Casale bass/vocals

Before Devo took the stage, their giant LED display showed snippets from their vast catalog of videos. Such great memories. In many ways, these guys were trailblazers since this has become rather standard fare.

Bob Mothersbaugh lead guitar/vocals

The set began with a track off the current album, which I think is great. Some diehards have been critical. Then again, I enjoyed their brief stint on Enigma Records. Someone posted the entire evening here, thank you again setlist.fm. They sprinkled in the older stuff in between new songs before they just stuck with the hits.

Bob Casale guitars/keyboards/vocals

Devo didn’t disappoint, especially when they did their infamous synchronized jumping around to “Uncontrollable Urge” which I think many people know from their appearance in Urgh!!! A Music War. There were at least four costume changes: the new jumpsuits, the trademark helmets (now blue), the yellow jumpsuits from the Seventies (I didn’t know these were made of paper) and these hot dog shirts which could be mistaken for Hawaiian prints if you don’t look carefully.

Mark Mothersbaugh vocals/keyboards, resident art teacher on Yo Gabba Gabba! and composer for numerous Nickelodeon cartoons

While piecing together the essentials on this post, I stumbled upon this person’s blog demonstrating the band’s wicked sense of humor during “Jocko Homo,” primarily Mark throwing bananas at the crowd. I thought he was mooning us until he started pulling the fruit out of his drawers.

Items Mark threw into the crowd to put in our concert scrapbook: a piece of a jumpsuit, a smiling rubber ball and a card in Spanish.

Many people often overlook the origin of the band’s name and philosophy, hell I remember Casey Kasem being way off the mark during a countdown. Devo is short for De-Evolution. Unlike Casey’s erroneous small talk, founders Mark and Jerry don’t believe we’re turning back into primates. They feel civilization is breaking down with the numerous stupid things the human race has been doing through the 20th and 21st century, namely our conformity and violence. Some drunk idiots brought the point home as they tried to shove past us. How I wished the concert were at Stubb’s instead, the security there would’ve kicked those assholes out without hesitation. The Moody Theater staff was a joke so we had to get tough on a few.

Editorial aside, everybody had a great time and now Devo is another legendary band I can check off my list. I may not have had the opportunity to see them at their pinnacle, something I envy Mark for but I wasn’t old enough in 1982 to see them in Houston.

Mark as Booji Boy closing the evening with "Beautiful World"

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