Thers’s Cowardly Christmas Eve Attack Shall Not Go Unanswered
My Fellow SadlyNauts,
Even though large tracts of the blogosphere and many old and famous websites have fallen or may fall into the grip of Thers and all the odious apparatus of liberal fascist rule, we shall not flag or fail.
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Eschaton
we shall fight on Twitter and in the comments sections,
we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our website, whatever the cost may be,
we shall fight on desktops,
we shall fight on the laptop screens,
we shall fight in smartphones and in the iPads,
we shall fight in the RSS feeds;
WE SHALL NEVER SURRENDER!
[The name of the group “performing” this video is Sonseed. Think about it for a moment. VSR.]
Merry Christmas and Jesus Isreal!
WaronChristmas Isreal!!
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Sonseed. …thinking…
Son’s ‘eed. All good sons should ‘eed their parents.
He may be their friend, but Jesus sure as hell ain’t their wardrobe man.
Fucking Thers!
I’m blind, I’M BLIND, AAAAUUUGGGHH!
Avenge me, boys. AVENGE ME!
I am such a Christmas sentimentalist. I had this dark little fantasy involving Santa, diabetes, concealed carry, the Amish, and a dry-rub brisket. I wanted to flesh it out (VER) and cause trouble*. But, fuck it. I. LOVE. CHRISTMAS. I love giving gifts, and eating, and pointing out that Jeeebus was born in the Spring, and giving more gifts, and torturing my uncle with my presence because because I am a commie, and handing out gifts, eating some more, entering a tryptophan coma until the Badgers game New Years Day. I love Christmas.
So, merry holisolschristmawhateverinthefuck you do. Have a great day, oh snarky twats!
*And I am fairly certain Weird Al already won that title
B^4,
It would appear that they smashed through the closet doors (VSomethingorotherR) of the Donny and Marie studios.
And took from the reject pile.
I had this dark little fantasy involving Santa, diabetes, concealed carry, the Amish, and a dry-rub brisket
Someone notify Wilford Brimley- he may be in danger!
I will not eat dry-rub Brimley unless I first receive some intravenous vodka.
I categorically refuse to take a band named Jebus Jizz seriously.
But seriously, have a joyful holiday season.
So Happy Celebrating the alleged (but unconfirmed) birthday (that coincides with the Winter Solstice-*cough*) of some guy who apparently told us to decorate fir trees that did not exist where he lived and fishes and water walking and so forth.
May the giggles be wide and deep.
Ho, fuckity, ho, ya’ll.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, YOU MANIACS! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!!
Robert Bloch, in a story that I believe is titled “The Night Before Christmas.” permanently destroyed the phrase “She was decorating the tree.”
There’s not enough brain-bleach in the world to get me to click on that video.
Major –
Have you considered OxyBrain? Zombie Billy Mays says it’s INCREDIBLE!
I will not eat dry-rub Brimley unless I first receive some intravenous vodka.
So you prefer Memphis-style wet-sauced Brimley?
So you prefer Memphis-style wet-sauced Brimley?
It’s easier on the colon for those days when I don’t manage enough roughage.
Although that’s clearly the worst thing I’ve ever seen/heard, i gotta give them props for injecting a little ska flavor into their “song”. An early influence of Fishbone’s? Perhaps.
Anyone else still freaked out by the revelations about MJN? That was a sucktastic way to start Xmas.
MUCH MUCH better version of this sentiment:
Jesus is just alright
Oh yeah.
Have you considered OxyBrain?
Don’t forget MindGrit Cleanser. It’s safe to use not only on cerebral surfaces but also on those hard-to-get-to motor control areas… and it disinfects as it cleans!
vs,
Please do go on? What’d the Mead Johnson Nutrition company do now?
Anyone else still freaked out by the revelations about MJN? That was a sucktastic way to start Xmas.
I might be if I knew what you were talking about.
some guy who apparently told us to decorate fir trees
He said “turn the other cheek”, not “firs to cover seek”.
Although that’s clearly the worst thing I’ve ever seen/heard, i gotta give them props for injecting a little ska flavor into their “song”.
Rockofagessteady
An early influence of Fishbone’s? Perhaps.
Loaves and Fishbones.
I think that after hearing that song and seeing that video Jeebus is going to unfriend them.
Michael J Nelson: MST3K, Rifftrax, man I briefly considered stalking
Ah. While I find MST3K amusing, I can’t really be shocked by the revelation that a man who plays one kind of asshole professionally is another kind of asshole in private. The fact that I like the first kind and despise the second kind really has no bearing on it.
My advice is to stalk fictional characters.
I searched on those terms and can’t come up with anything. N_B, can you elaborate on the asshole findings? Preferably in graphic detail and with accompanying slides?
Thanks.
Oh, and there is no MST3K without Joel.
(1) The concept of MST3K is based on taking critique to an extreme degree that, while amusing to me and a lot of other people, is assholish behavior. (2) It was recently revealed that Nelson is a wingnut, aka an asshole.
And thus, I am informed.
But still indifferent as I’ve discovered the full Pink Panther catalog on Hulu.
As in cartoons. Not movies.
I always envied the Pink Panther his easy loping stride. He looked so smooth…
Take this you athiest liberal commie fascists:
It has recently come to my attention that it is Christ’s Mass today. Happy birthday to the magic Jew. The big holiday treat for me this year has been my 16-year-old son arriving — I haven’t seen him in six months, he living on the East Coast and me on the West, and a certain other parent who shall go nameless being
an evil psychopathic monstertoo terribly busy to participate in arranging travel and whatnot. So getting him here is good, because every other fucking thing has gone completely wrong. We rode in a tow truck from the airport, for example.And you know what? The less there is to be grateful for, the more grateful I am for what there is. So here’s a pagan midwinter tree-worshiping naked snow-dancing solstice-fucking hootenanny to one and all.
What did Nelson (Michael J, not Admiral Horatio, 1st Viscount Nelson, 1st Duke of Bronté) do? I can’t find news thereof (I mean news of Michael J Nelson, of course, not Admiral Horatio Nelson, 1st Viscount Nelson, 1st Duke of Bronté).
An example of Nelson’s reported beliefs.
According to an interview in the last thread he is a right wing dude. I’m hoping he was being tongue-in-cheek.
I like it! It has that punky feel to it. It reminds me of another song…
I wanna job
I wanna job
I wanna good job
I wanna job
I wanna job that pays
I wanna job
I wanna job
I wanna real job
One that satisfies my artistic needs
I’m baffled.. The MST3K dudes often made fun of the misogyny in those older movies. *sigh, vomit*
Spengler:
Enjoy the time with him (as I am sure you will). I have mine for the next few days (without the travel or distance hassles). Sorry for the psychotic ex, they can suck the air out of things.
Enjoy the time.
Battle on!!! Inspiration from Jerry Lewis.
Breakfast, lunch, dinner!
an evil psychopathic monster
Can she throw a 95mph fastball?
AFAF
Spengler–
U r nt alone. I, too, have a psychotic ex. There’s a book (if not a hundred) to be written about that: how they get that way, why we married them, why/how the marriages end. But this is neither the time nor the place.
Happy hols, all.
Have a happy day of wishing people to have a happy day, one and all.
W.O.X. Conscientious Objector, present & accounted for, SIR!
As is my wont, I worked all Xmas morn. Peace & quiet + crazy-ass mild weather + holiday pay = EPIC
FUCHING FERRETSFUCKING WIN!The video is an optical folly that looks like it was extruded from a tin nozzle, yet the actual tune is creepily catchy. At least an 8 on the disturb-o-meter.
May Hte Sadlynaut Posse have themselves a scrumptious buzzy-glowy hoedowny sexay Yule. Too.
The history of this dark & horrifying sneak-attack must never forget to note that Thers’ use of Agent Palin egregiously violated the Lulzington-On-Blartshire No Dirty Caribou Barbie Bombs Treaty of 2006, too also, you betcha!
I’m with ya, jim- working on Christmas. It’s not a bad gig at all, though mild weather would have been appreciated.
Sonseed’s version of Gimme Shelter is especially intense.
Jesus rides beside me.
Happy Saturnalia!!
Nelson sucked. Hodgson was way better.
The reason that song is so eerily catchy is because it is pretty much a note for note copy of “too much pressure” by, I believe, the specials. Or perhaps its more traditional and they merely covered it.
They changed the lyrics around a bit though.
(2) It was recently revealed that Nelson is a wingnut, aka an asshole.
I didn’t realize this wasn’t more well known. I thought it had come up while MST3K was still on the air, and if not then, then at least during the Bush years. I remember a line from a movie, though I don’t remember the movie, wherein the character in the movie is dragged behind a horse through mud and one of the bots says something along the lines of “Well, there goes Clarence Thomas’ reputation.” Nelson’s buddies with James Lileks as well, if I recall correctly.
I’m baffled.. The MST3K dudes often made fun of the misogyny in those older movies. *sigh, vomit*
Well, it has been over 10 years and one helluva shift in the Overton Window since MST3K was regularly broadcast. I’ve only seen two post-MSTK effort from those folks – the live satellite theatrical broadcast of Plan 9 From Outer Space and something I forget via Netflix – and both were distinguished mainly by not being all that funny.
Ninelevechangedeverything and whatnot.
Robert Bloch, in a story that I believe is titled “The Night Before Christmas.” permanently destroyed the phrase “She was decorating the tree.”
I remember that story (though like you, I’m not certain about its title). He would’ve been a perfect candidate for EC Comics adaptations were he not doing some of his best work around the time the Comics Code gutted them.
Also, I’ve noticed there’s a weirdly strong correlation between badfilm critiquing and wingnuttery. Medved was the one who really started the ball rolling with “The Golden Turkey Awards”, and even among the online ones (Ken Begg of jabootu.com in particular, being one of the first I’d seen online) there’s a lot of right-wing sentiment.
Back in the mid-to-late 90s I knew someone who had worked closely with Mike Nelson, and who said that he was both brilliantly funny and amazingly self-hating. When his wingnuttery became well-known, I assumed he’s simply found a way to turn that loathing outward.
I think the Rifftrax guys are sprinters — their short films are funny, but their features tend to lose steam. Joel Hodgson’s Cinematic Titanic crew seems to do a much better job with the movie-length mockery.
Jesus rides beside me.
He never buys any smokes
Nelson sucked. Hodgson was way better.
Wingnuts generally can’t create, he had to ride on another’s coattails.
The reason that song is so eerily catchy is because it is pretty much a note for note copy of “too much pressure” by, I believe, the specials.
It was by The Selecter– sorry, big “two-tone” geek here.
Also, I’ve noticed there’s a weirdly strong correlation between badfilm critiquing and wingnuttery. Medved was the one who really started the ball rolling with “The Golden Turkey Awards”, and even among the online ones (Ken Begg of jabootu.com in particular, being one of the first I’d seen online) there’s a lot of right-wing sentiment.
Au Contraire!
Yes, Anon, there IS a liberal/progressive bad film riffing on the net, and World O’ Crap is it!
Check out this years Christmas Offering: Babes In Toyland
Also, I’ve noticed there’s a weirdly strong correlation between badfilm critiquing and wingnuttery. Medved was the one who really started the ball rolling with “The Golden Turkey Awards”, and even among the online ones (Ken Begg of jabootu.com in particular, being one of the first I’d seen online) there’s a lot of right-wing sentiment.
There’s a guy, his name escapes me, that reviews movies for an Atlanta music monthly that is – or at least was, since I quit reading the rag when I got out of the music journalism business – that’s not only a raging wingnut, he’s a major dumbass as well. Redundant, I know, but a friend of mine deals with him on a regular basis professionally and is constantly destroying him in political arguments to the point where he refuses public debate forums with my friend. He also refuses to print letters destroying his balderdash, printing only those who argue worse than he does. I never saw a letter praising his stuff, but again, I quit reading the magazine years ago. The owner’s a bit of a right-wing asshole and regular asshole, as well.
My brother and I used to watch movies (stoned, of course) and if anything moderately not-right-wing came up, we’d say “Movie Critic Guy would hate this.” The dude gave lavish praise to some J-Lo vehicle about her being a maid that snags a rich banker-type solely because it displayed one of Our Betters in a non-liberal-Hollywood positive light. I’m amazed he’s not one of Breitbart’s minions, honestly.
Yes, ’twas “Night Before Christmas”
I bothered to look it up because I’m delightedly playing with my new iPad which The Ho gave me this morning. Merry Xmas infuckingdeed!
“Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army”
How does that work post DADT?
I’m amazed he’s not one of Breitbart’s minions, honestly.
He’s too proud to be Andy’s bitch.
I bothered to look it up because I’m delightedly playing with my new iPad which The Ho gave me this morning.
Fuck the iPad, what’s for dinner?
Vids from the Disco era?
The Horror!
I think the Golden Turkey Awards were discussed here once upon a time. As I recall, the consensus was that those books were mostly the work of Michael Medved’s less wingnutty brother Harry.
we will also sit in our basements and launch vaguely threatening comments with cheeto stained fingers between furious bouts of porn related masturbatory sorties.
merry happy holidaymas, everyone!
Oh Shit! We can’t get that song out of our heads!
“Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army”
How does that work post DADT?
PM , this sounds like a letter Jesus’ General would send.
Also, who do ya think chose this photo of Ratso?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/
Creepy.
an entire Borg cube humming Rudolph the red-nosed Reindeer.
Hard to accuse them of selecting a bad pic of this pope when there are no good pics of this pope!
Bilo, I know what you mean but jeez….looks like a Wes Craven promo.
The best Christmas song going:
Me? I’m waiting until the real holiest day of the Christian Calendar: http://politecompany.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiest-day-march-25th.html
Oh, bugger. This is the song, Tim Minchin’s White Wine in the Sun: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCNvZqpa-7Q
Maybe all you Borg folks need is a slight alteration in the theme.
Yeah, yeah: triple post and all that, but doesn’t this sound an awful lot like David Lindley? I’m expecting Mercury Blues or Tiki Torches at Twilight to be the encore!
Kinda concerned about the lyrics describing Jebus hunting down this dude (through mountains, no less!) and “touching him deep inside”, just like a Mountie…
The man is just photogenic. My favorite pic of Pope Ratzo.
Whats for dinner, you ask?
Prime, as in USDA Prime, dry-aged rib roast. Yorkshire pudding. Parsnip puree with horseradish and carrot puree plated from a squeeze bottle in a yin/yang thing (it’s just this weird thing I did once that has become mandatory). Smashed potatoes with some celeriac, a gallon of heavy cream and a pound of butter. And Oregon white truffles, bitchez. Best of all, ROASTED BRUSSELLS SPROUTS with chestnuts. Das right bitch, we be havin brassica baybee! Cheeses and fruit.
We’re picking up the Prodigal Son this afternoon. He was stranded in London until today. So dinner today is simple easy stuff for a jet-lagged person, and our official Christmas Dinner will happen on Boxing Day.
We do have a bottle of champers stashed in the fridge, and some frozen gougeres ready to pop in the oven, as a greeting.
No brussels sprouts on the menu this year – Swiss chard, from the wintery garden.
Have a merry sadly happy holiday, and stand firm on the War on Christmas!
Iforgotto mention that while I like horseradish sauce (grated horseradish, lemon juice, sour cream, mayo) The Ho likes him some gravy so I got some veal bones the other day which bones along with other stuff are at this moment imminent demi glace which should help make a decent gravy.
calibre, sorry I didn’t include more detail. I’m still getting used to typing on my iPad and am preferring brevity at the moment.
What’s with new prime rib fetish? It’s what we had here too. Horseradish sauce makes me happy.
I will not fight in smartphones and in the iPads they is the work of the debbil!!
Veal bones = Murder!!
Dawkins on Ratzo.
Pope shots.
Hope you working stiffs are enjoying your undeserved three-day wknds. You’ve already wasted 1.5 of them!
Here in Real America, the menu is DiGiorno® Three-Meat pies & mass-porduced supermarket pumpkin pies, covered in nitrous-propelled Reddi-Wip®, w/ a dusting of heroin (pronounced “hair-oin”) following the Lakers game.
Digby has signed on as another combatant.
P.S. I got the whole week off, M.B. It’s going to be photos galore at my place…I suppose I should waste a little time figuring out how the new camera works, though.
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Check out this video. Or not, if you prefer to keep your sanity until the new year.
Why bother? I’ve had my camera since last yr.’s post-Xmas sales, & haven’t bothered to crack open the manual. Let the robots do the work for you
I got a camera too. Photo battle?
VS, can you now shoot your own shots for manipulation?
No cheating, Photoshopper!
I would NEVER! *impish grin*
“What’s with new prime rib fetish?”
There is nothing new about it in my case. It was tradition in my family when I was young. Back then we called it “standing rib roast.” You kids these days Dian no nuffins.
FY iPad. “doan no…”
Apparently here at the inlaw’s local Publix, 57,000 lbs of prime rib were sold. WTF?!
Wikileaks is to blame, vs.
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Hey Spengler (at 17:56), I know what you mean about “…The less there is to be grateful for, the more grateful I am for what there is….”, and I’m pretty sure you mean that in a cheerful way. At least for today. You know? Because it could easily be a feeling of “there but for fortune…” gratitude, sort of a whistling-past-the-graveyard thing.
And I often do have that feeling, but not today. I just feel kind of nice. I got up really early this morning and zipped out to take of various “Home Alone” kitties, and the forecast rain was still holding off, so I had time to get back and take the toy poodles for a pleasant walk by the bay. About five minutes after we got home, the rain storm opened up and it’s been pouring ever since.
But we are snug as bugs. The handful of people I saw were all friendly and kind. Yes, it is true that some of the streets along my route are blocked off by emergency drains and work crews (we are in the middle of a county-wide sewer system upgrade, but alas, the previously deferred maintenance overtook us – busted pipes, emergency!) but my favorite market was open, and I bought fresh-baked Christmas cookies for the main work crew. I gave the bag to them from my car window, but even before I handed over the bag, the guys were smiling and saying Merry Christmas just because I’d slowed down to say hi.
Gah. These guys weren’t supervisors, either. The breakage happened last week, so clearly the district had time to hire some emergency “minders” (as opposed to highly trained technicians), so I’m hoping these are guys who’d been looking for temp jobs or anything, and I hope they are being paid more than stupid minimum wage, and I’m hoping at least some of them will be hired on permanently.
So yeah, my Xmas pleasure is kind of conditional, but I’ll take it. Especially since I have no psychotic exes anywhere is the ‘verse. Happy day, peeps!
Huh. That was long. I didn’t know it was going to be so long.
Brussels sprouts rule!!11!!!!1
Like ’em with walnuts but I think I’ll try the chestnut thing.
Happy Xmas to All!!
ifthethunder–nice pics!
Jesus sure as hell ain’t their wardrobe man.
Or hairstylist. Or set designer. (No fags allowed in Christianity, y’know)
I’m blind, I’M BLIND
Perhaps it’s a road-to-Damascus moment?
I had this dark little fantasy involving Santa, diabetes, concealed carry, the Amish, and a dry-rub brisket.
I envision a Major Motion Picture here. Or perhaps an Epic Cult Film.
A riff off Calibre at 17:05: Live version of The Byrds version of ‘Jesus is Just Alright’. [3:25] The ryrds recorded the song before the Doobies, but it didn’t get the same airplay. This clip is from the Clarence White (lead, RIP) period.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLtKbqEIY58
The less there is to be grateful for, the more grateful I am for what there is.
Second that. (And props for getting Admiral Nelson into the thread, too.)
Hunchback @18:16. ‘The Army gets the beans.” Odd story for the SN! chefs: The article headline: Ranger named No. 3 pastry chef in the world
http://www.peninsulawarrior.com/casemate/article_325d6848-06cd-11e0-8914-001cc4c03286.html
I’m still working through the thread. Another installment Snidely comments later. Merry Christmas or Happy Festivus to all!
Digby?!
DigbY?!
srsly?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lcUBAfvvPk&feature=related
Snidely,
a S,N! salute to kicker of ass
Master Sgt. Mark Morgan
I asked our chef about a peanut butter ganache, and he muttered something about raisins, so we’ll have to wait and see.
I do a great imitation of Ana Gasteyer doing Celine Dion.
Is it hip/not-hip to know/not know who Ana Gasteyer is?
Bx4 cigarette commercial @20:55
When they showed stills at the end of the clip, one line read “in a bright and gay carton.” At first, my eye read the words as “in a straight and gay carton.” A double-take split-second. It was a pretty Kool moment. (See what I did there?)
“Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army”
How does that work post DADT?
*chuckle*
People seem to enjoy make retrospective lists at the end of each year: Repeal of DADT gets my vote for the best news of 2010.
Whats for dinner, you ask?
Pupienus posts food porn. He does that all the time. Regular porn affects the Tingly Parts; food porn causes Spontaneous Salivating. I got a contact foodie high just reading about the Feast.
Thunder @23:49. I don’t know who to blame more, digby for putting it up, or you for steering the innocent to it.
christian h @00:06 Having just had a glorious imaginary Feast, this caused me to puke my guts out. Truly evil parents to twist the minds of children so.
((I’m making progress in catching up the thread. Getting some coffee, then I’ll finish getting up to speed…))
I am now going down the hall to inflict this on my SO.
☆ZZAP!☆
Awww. IT WORKED IN PREVIEW.
Dangerously ON-TOPIC:
VS ventured a guess about Sonseed possibly having been influenced by ska.
I think there is also a polka influence. Pitch the organ and use an accordian. Roll Out the Barrel.
The Mom-In-Law is in town to spend time with Mini__B, so the Mrs. and I went to Republic.
Spicy beef noodles and dumplings for me, beef satay and pad thai for the Mrs. Sounds like a holiday to me…
Is it hip/not-hip to know/not know who Ana Gasteyer is?
Things are all meshing together! There is the Food theme in the thread. And that leads to a classic Ana Gasteyer clip. ‘The Delicious Dish’ … and Sweddy Balls.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXSyzeVWueI&feature=related
As for me, I have been cat-sitting for an ex bandmate who went to Surrey for Christmas. Sadlies were talking about gammon there for a while back, so I had some gammon and roast potatoes. Moog left a box of lager cans here so I got stuck in to those. Fireplace definitely needs cleaning out.
Spoke to the fams in oz, sister has her second child on the way.
Gasteyer is on the left; Molly Shannon in the middle.
Way, way OFF-TOPIC
In case this wanders, have patience: I’m very stoned.
I began looking around in YouTube for a great companion SNL skit, also a Christmastime ‘Delicious Dish’, with Gasteyer and Shannon reprising their roles. Their interview guest was played by Betty White; the culinary topic was her Muffin. But I couldn’t find a quality version for a link.
So one thing lead to another in the labyrith of YouTube, and I turned up this clip of Dusty Springfield singing ‘Son of a Preacher Man.’ This was somewhere around 1964-1967, when I was in high school, back in the Cretaceous.
So she might be unknown to some. Dusty Springfield was* among the top-tier white woman singers of R&B/soul. Listen to her voice without the visuals and you’ll hear what I mean. And she’s British! * ((I shouldn’t use past tense; she’s still got the pipes.))
The backup has big brass. (I love big brass.) And there are some bass runs that are excellent … far more sophisticated than most of the bass work 1964-67.
It’s only 2:35 out of your life. Only a little longer than reading this windy comment. Sorry. But I’m very stoned.
The drummer died choking on a sandwich.
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9F0CE6DE1F3EF937A1575AC0A965958260
Merry lack-of-Christmas, all you crazy wacky lovable lefty Marxists you.
Merry lack-of-Christmas, all you crazy wacky lovable lefty Marxists you.
Second that.
Love how Iron Maiden use that Churchill speech to start concerts. Up the Irons!
So she might be unknown to some. Dusty Springfield was* among the top-tier white woman singers of R&B/soul. Listen to her voice without the visuals and you’ll hear what I mean. And she’s British! * ((I shouldn’t use past tense; she’s still got the pipes.))
Mary Isobel Catherine Bernadette O’Brien OBE beyotches!!! is quite dead, she died in 1999. Great voice, very interesting life (she was a lesbian, among other things) and some incredible records, including the one you linked. Great clip, loved her hand movements and nice to see it was a live performance, not a lip-sync job. Any idea what show that was from?
She was also very difficult to work with and it’s amazing that her great album Dusty in Memphis got made at all. Son of a Preacher Man is from that album, so that clip dates to roughly 1969. What talent on that album! Jerry Wexler, Arif Mardin and the great Tom Dowd. Wikipedia fun!:
During the Memphis sessions in November 1968, Dusty suggested to the heads of Atlantic Records to sign the newly-formed Led Zeppelin. She knew the band’s bass player John Paul Jones, who had backed her in concerts before. Without having ever seen them and largely on Dusty’s advice,[8] the record company signed a deal of $200,000* with them. For the time being, that was the biggest deal of its kind for a new band.
* $200,000 in 1968 (the first album was released 1/12/69) = ca. $1.20 million now. Considering how much money the Zeppelin made for Atlantic Records, a bargain that is.
Thanks for helping to unleash my inner music geek Snidely, hope you enjoyed your buzz!
Wikileaks has revealed a communication between Thers and Tintin……
This alleged battle is a SCAM!!!!!!!!!11
WAKE UP SHEEPLES!!!!!!!!1
Sonseed. Think about it for a moment.
NFW
Merry merry to one and all. For me, one peaceful day in what has been a very busy & difficult year. And that’s enough for gratitude.
Merry Xmas and suchlike. Had a bizarre day, and enjoyed the accolades of our friends re: The Li’l Creaturette. She is a clone of the Creaturette- the baby pix her parents showed me prove it.
She bakes, I cook. Last night, steak and my special spiced potatoes and barbequed onion slices. Vegetable not special, though. Today, she baked a from-scratch sweet potato praline pecan pie, with handmade gluten-free crust. We had dinner at a friends gigantic party, and all is well.
I tried to get the now middle kid and her boyfriend out here, but looks like spring break. Holidays suck, sometimes.
The goddam BB Torch won’t support Flash, so, no weird christer videos. That must be my channukah gelt/xmas present, eh?
You win both rounds. There is…a touching earnestness in the entries you’ve chosen. Much more in the spirit of the holidays.
Well kids, hope you had a good Christmas. All my grown kids are back home to stay for awhile, the middle daughter with her three year old, the little one who’s going to college and working part-time and my 26 year old son who just lost his job and is struggling with libertarian horse-shit about unemployment and needs to get his ass in school or he’ll be in the street pronto.
I got some Christmas gifts for the young girl that I talked about previously who I thought I might evict; well I will evict her. Its a cold, cruel world out there and when you have a bunch of scum bags hang out at your apartment and then they proceed to amble to the building basement and steal rip all the copper overflow tubes off the hot water heaters, break into the other tenants storage areas, steal the maintenance (me) tools and extra copper piping, well then, you ain’t learned enough to have your place to stay.
Or when you’ve failed to go to your TANF appointments for about five times and get sanctioned to where you and your kiddies are sitting in your apartment like a bunch of does in headlights, well I can’t help you no more.
I can’t and I still feel terrible. But she’s the shelter’s problem now and not mine, I can’t do anything for the perpetually stupid. I can’t.
I told me grown kids they were having a dollar store Christmas from me and they were fine with that, I got them some gifts that made them laugh and some basic wooden blocks and stuff for the grandkid.
So yes, simple things count and I’m damn glad to have a place to live and that I gave that girl five big bags of gifts today and she had all her scummy guy friends in her house and she didn’t seem to give a damn that she’s got exactly five days to get out of the unit. I told her I’d help her anyway I could but I don’t own the building so she’s outta luck with that. She didn’t really seem to care about that either.
And I thought about putting a beef roast on the rotisserie but really didn’t bother. Instead I took a little money a friend gave me and bought a bottle of Maker’s Mark, some Russian vodka and some imported Rum.
So merry fucking solstice and be good to people even when they are dumb as hell because you just frickin should be.
Holy crap. I’m just grateful for this relatively uneventful, placid
Christmas.Took a few decades to refine my seasonally disengaged lassitude and irreligious beatitude, but such goals are worth protracted battles.
And hey: This latitude received a full 43 seconds more sunlight today than we got just four days ago!
Wish I could spend another 10,000 hallucinatory and casualty-free wars with y’all.
Henry: I skrewed up almost all the facks on Dusty Springfield. Thanks for getting the truff out! I’m glad the link helped someone else’s imagination / memory synapses to fire!
Signing off for now.
be good to people even when they are dumb as hell
Good words to live by.
Please disregard that foregoing sentimental wish for 10,000 more years of battle with the present company. I just caught a broadside from Thers’s latest salvo and am now more enamored of suicidal depression.
I’m very stoned.
So am I. Want some gumbo?
II’m very stoned.
Wish to fuck I was but frankly I’m neither willing to put in the effort nor take the risk to get there.
The bad news is I’m working over Christmas.
The good news is I got a much better trip than my seniority # could normally hold so I’m flying Paris -> Basel -> Budapest instead of my usual tour of the upper Midwest.
Happy Boxing Day’s morning everyone. Hope your front on the War on Christmas was successful.
Anyways, let me start of by saying that I rate for Dusty Springfield. She was absolutely fantastic.
But. While listening to that classic Son of a Preacher Man, I couldn’t help but think that Joss Stone could do a killer cover. Then I thought “Joss Stone? WTF?! I barely know who Joss Stone is. Why did I suddenly think of Joss Stone?” And there in the sidebar was my answer.
Well, since it looks like all y’all are nursing turkey hangovers this Sunday morning and I’ve got the thread to myself…
Speaking of Joss Stone and cover versions of iconic songs.
Ok, I love my inlaws to death, but, srsly, my queendom for a soft bed that is more than five feet long.
Also there is never any hot water here– how the hell am I supposed to shower?! Especially when there’s a pervy snowman watching…
Happy Boxing Day. Keep your head down, keep your hands up, and stay on the balls of your feet.
Ok, I love my inlaws to death, but, srsly, my queendom for a soft bed that is more than five feet long.
Imagine what life is like for those of us who are full-sized people.
“I think there is also a polka influence.”
Me too. Which makes me wonder if ska and polka are alike. They probably are…which is weird.
“Imagine what life is like for those of us who are full-sized people.”
Believe it or not, my folks are NOT elves, they just have elfin-sized guest beds. And I need to sleep for two!
A present for D-KW: Leafs Suck.
They play Jersey tonight – it’ll be like amateur night at the strip club that just opened across from Curves. Only with more desperation.
And I need to sleep for two!
I have an etiquette question – is it appropriate to address pregnant women as “you all?”
I would prolly find it amusing. I don’t know about other women.
Nobody’s slapped me yet. Heh.
(I guess it was clear that I was asking if it’s OK to address one pregnant woman as you all.)
Kate, she has to want to break the circuit or it won’t happen. You’ve done all you could.
Very nice Christmas in rightside up land, here. Real Turkish Delight continues to astonish me, every year. I appreciated the family a bit more than usual, they are good for me. Ma got left a shirt load of money by an Aunt, just like in the movies! I hope she blows it all on herself.
Peace to all.
VS’s ELVISH PARENTS ISRAEL
THAT made me laugh.
…and then we’ll fight them on 4chan—and post some cats ‘n’ hentai.