Qetesh the Abyssinian said,

November 28, 2007 at 0:23

Well I liked it. [Ducks to avoid pelting with rotten fruit etc]

No, really. Okay, it wasn’t my favouritest song evah, but it had a certain charm. Asian cultures are different from uptighty whitey folks, you know. They have more fun. They’re less repressed. Karaoke is popular in Korea, Japan, China, and Hong Kong, and may well be in other Asian countries for all I know. Management there have no shame about getting completely rats-arsed (drunk, for those of you who can’t speak Aussie) and crooning into a microphone for the edification of the junior staff.

And I think there’s something endearing about a boss who’s willing to look like a dickhead on national television. I mean intentionally, not thinking that he’s being cool or smart or invincibly right.

Okay, go back to throwing stuff.”

I’m with her. Any boss willing to appear in something like this deserves our respect. I mean, they’re willing to “walk the walk” rather than just ordering some underling to do it after all.

I am waiting for channel X.

And the video even gave me my new comment sig:

iJam, iRock, and Futurescape

You get some sort of award for not only repeatedly viewing the video, but analyzing the rhyme scheme!

I’ve got a half-full tin of sugar-free ‘Myntz!’ if you want them!

Seriously, thanks for the analysis and resulting laughter. I need all the laughs I can get!

As for the “Asian guys can’t dance”, well, dat’s crap. Check out Leon Lai Ming shakin’ his funky groove thayng (get to about 2.13 for the really vigorous stuff). Or Aaron Kwok (and if you want some musical softcore, check him here. Lordy lordy. And yes, there is a thriving slash fiction community for the likes of these guys).

1986. Tianjin, China. A group of expats singing “Those Were the Days, My Friend” to a girl who was weeping at the train station, preparing to board for home (Germany via Mongolia & the then USSR). Good times, actually. Seriously good times.

I mean Harry…

That wasn’t my flight but the vibe helped me weather a very arduous 36 hours getting back to Canada.

Let’s see: wearing surgical masks and sleeping on the floor in the Bangkok airport; my Swiss knife confiscated in Tokyo; searched and interrogated at LAX; trapped beside smelly dude on one leg; crazy woman who had to be subdued on another.

Enough with the stories that make me tear up.

I’m an old man with a bucket of sad.

I LIKE shit like that….

mikey

April 2003: me wandering Bali Airport’s departure lounge, awaiting the long flight home. This was 6 or 7 months after the Kuta bombings. Shock & Awe had begun weeks earlier; SARS hysteria was in full media roar.

It was an anxious and discouraging time for travellers. The airlines were hurting.

I heard singing … a group of singers … not the piped-in music. I’m killing time; better check it out. A flight crew was gathered at a departure gate (Cathay Pacific, IIRC, captain, co-pilot, attendants, all Asians). One fellow had a guitar and they were singing “Take Me Home, Country Road” as the passengers entered the boarding tunnel.

Goofy, sure, but you had to smile.

(‘Two Hours Later’ concept lifted from Mad Magazine’s take on ‘Kung Fu’)

dropping science like galileo dropped the fucking bomb.

BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

next up: Arthur Anderson and Co. Speedcore video from 1983.

Now that’s magic…

mikey