Friday, November 20, 2009

Leonard Hatred

A pre-Thanksgiving update of ways people have been finding this blog.

She had none, though it was the childrens who finally killed her.
Is a thing, surprisingly.
Number one hit!
For once, a search term relating to images of the Mario princesses but not ending in the word "naked."
Notable in that a friend's blog, I'm Not One to Blog But..., shows up in the search results before this blog does.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Proof of Matrimonial Love

Both the women featured in this special Facebook edition of “Ha Ha — This Person’s Name” must have truly loved their husbands, for the collisions of their first names with the husbands’ last names have marked them both for life.



A good point to bring up: Keeping your maiden name isn’t necessarily a political move.

Thanks to obsessive Facebook prowlers G. and S. for these. Your “Ha Ha — This Person’s Name” t-shirts are in the mail.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Money Causes Mental Illness

From Spencer, proof of the post title gleaned from various Wikipedia pages. First, from the Wikipedia article on James Gordon Bennett, Jr. :

In 1877, [James Gordon Bennett, Jr., newspaper publishing heir] left New York for Europe after an incident that ended his engagement to socialite Caroline May. According to various accounts, he arrived late and drunk to a party at the May family mansion, then urinated into a fireplace (some say grand piano) in full view of his hosts.
And then, on a possibly unrelated note, this:
Attached please find two pictures of mining heiress Virginia Fair, whose father was one of San Francisco’s Big Four. One of them is a portrait by Boldini. The other is a snapshot of her bathing at Baileys Beach in Newport, Rhode Island. I'll leave you to guess which is which, and which more accurately depicts the lady.
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Virginia_(Birdie)_Graham_Fair

And, finally, another crazy rich person painted by Boldini: La Marchesa Luisa Casati, who apparently requested extra crazy.

La Marchesa Luisa Casati

Bonus points for the inclusion of the greyhound, but menos puntos for wearing the dress that that one goth girl you know would have cut herself to wear to prom. Of course, we can only hope that we too will one day be wealthy enough to be so crazy.

Thank God for Larry David

Things I learned while watching the most recent Curb Your Enthusiam, checking on Wikipedia to see why the Cheryl and David on the show got a divorce, and ultimately learning something unexpected:

In 2003, Juan Catalan, a resident of Los Angeles, was cleared of premeditated murder charges against a material witness (a crime eligible for capital punishment) after outtake footage shot for the “Carpool Lane” episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm showed him and his daughter attending the Los Angeles Dodgers vs. Atlanta Braves baseball game some 20 miles from the crime-scene at the time of the murder, resulting in a $320,000 settlement against the City of Los Angeles. On hearing of the incident, Larry David commented that “Now I’ve done at least one good thing in my life, albeit inadvertently.”
This is something I did not know. This is something I did not expect to learn.

Incidentally, Cheryl left David because he hung up on her while she was calling from a plane experiencing turbulence because he was with the TiVo guy and “couldn't hear” her.

Thank god for Wikipedia, too.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Drew Goes to the Post Office (A Short Play Based on Real-Life Events)

Woman at counter: Next?

(Drew, envelope in hand, steps up to the counter after having stood in line for about twenty minutes.)

Drew: Hi. Something weird happened. I moved recently and sent in my change of address notice. And I’m getting my mail fine, but I’m also getting mail for some lady named Vanessa who lives in New Jersey.

Woman: Does she live with you?

Drew: No, I live here in Santa Barbara. She lives in New Jersey.

Woman: And you don’t know her?

Drew: Right. No clue who this lady is.

Woman: Where did you move from? Did you just move here from New Jersey?

Drew: No, just from one side of town to the other.

Woman: Do you think this woman might have lived at the address you moved into?

Drew: I… don’t think so. Because she lives in New Jersey. (Points to address on the envelope.) See? The original address on this says it was supposed to go to New Jersey.

Woman: Do you think it’s possible that whoever sent this just got her address wrong?

Drew: I guess that could be, but that would be really weird because she lives in New Jersey. Also, her address is literally nothing like mine. Like, no part of it. Also, the address on the envelope is correct. It’s you guys at the post office who put a sticker on this saying that should be redirected to where I live.

Woman: Oh, well that wouldn’t have been us. It would have been at a different processing center.

Drew: Well, whoever did that is sending me Vanessa’s mail. It’s happened twice now. I would have brought the other envelope but I can’t find it.

Woman: You know, you could just peel off the sticker that directed this towards your house and put it back in the mail. It should get to New Jersey fine.

Drew: I can do that for the other envelope, when I find it, but I don’t want this to keep happening. Like, why should this lady’s mail have to go to California every time it needs to get to New Jersey? (Drew picks holds the envelope up.) Also, this looks like a phone bill. I mean, Vanessa probably wants to pay it. And the one I have at home looks like a personal letter. I could have just thrown this mail away, but I didn’t want to do that because I feel bad for Vanessa and I thought it was the right thing to do to bring this to your guys’ attention.

Woman: Oh, you shouldn’t throw away the mail.

Drew: And I won’t. But I’d rather this got fixed.

Woman: You know, I’m not sure what to do. Sometimes mail gets stuck together. I can ask my manager.

(The woman toddles off to speak with another woman. After a few moments, both come to the counter. The boss woman has a slip of paper in hand.)

Boss woman: So you’re moving and you need a change of address form?

(Drew, now dejected, exits.)

. . . . . . . . .

I left the phone bill at the counter. I hope this will sort itself out and that Vanessa in New Jersey will one day get her mail. Meanwhile, it seems like it might have been easier just to find Vanessa and ask her to come live with me in Santa Barbara.

A Pixelated Boob by Any Other Name

A preface: This does start out being just about video games, but eventually I get to boobs. Video game boobs, to be specific, but boobs all the same.

Way back when, I put up a post here on name oddities in video games. No, not that one. I mean the one about how three of the bosses from Street Fighter II exchanged names when Capcom translated the game for English-speaking audiences. It’s never been explained officially, as far as I know, but I agree with the notion that Capcom wanted to avoid possible lawsuits resulting from similarities between one of these boss characters, an African-American boxer named M. Bison, and the real-life African-American boxer Mike Tyson. (Really, would you want to enrage the guy?) Given that the original Japanese version had already recorded the voice samples — particularly those of the announcer, who would say things like “M. Bison wins!” or “Such and Such a Character versus M. Bison!” — it was easier to just shift the names so that M. Bison became Balrog (appropriate for a bruiser), Balrog became Vega (appropriate for the guy from Spain), and Vega became M. Bison (kind of a lame name, really, for the game’s big bad).

Back in the day, Street Fighter II “inspired” a whole host of similar games featuring combatants from many lands competing in globe-crossing martial arts tournaments. One of these has been rattling around in my memory for years, only vaguely recalled from the days little me used to play it at a pizza place where I grew up. This game was one of the paler Street Fighter II imitations, to be sure. The only clear memory I had of it was the presence of a scantily clad female fighter from Egypt stuck with the odd name Chaos. I finally Googled her and found that the title of the game was Martial Champion, which, it should be noted, is a pretty lame title for anything. Chaos, however, was there — indeed looking petty darn Egyptian, if because she was wearing a slutty Halloween version of a pharaoh costume instead of anything an actual Egyptian person would wear.

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image credit: system 16

And here she is taking on the other female fighter, Rachael, your all-American girl-next-door who also happens to be ninja.

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image credit: system 16

In the above image, they’re fighting on Chaos’s stage, which like Chaos herself looks stereotypically Egyptian. Why then, I wondered as a kid and wondered again now, is her name Chaos? Reading the Wikipedia page for Marital Champion, however, I found out. And the reasoning is similar to what prompted Capcom to switch around its Street Fighter II character names. What I didn’t remember about the game’s line-up of playable characters is that it also included a Chinese fighter — that special kind of hopping Chinese vampire, it turns out, even though I wouldn’t have known what one was at the time — who was saddled with the equally improbable name of Titi. In the Japanese version of the game, Chaos and Titi’s names were reversed, with Titi being a very sensible name for an Egyptian princess whose full name might be Nefertiti. and Chaos befitting the evil dude. But why the stateside switch? I presume the names ended up how they did in the international versions of Martial Champion simply because they didn’t want a lady fighter to have a name that would read similar to titty. Thus, the Egyptian princess got stuck with the name Chaos, for no apparent reason, and the freaky chaotic vampire got Titi. I suppose the vampire should have been happy that Titi wasn’t named Melonie, Busomania, or Princess Sweatercows.

So that theoretically explains that. But odd, isn’t it, that a scantily clad character can show her assets but not have a name that reflects those assets? I’d say that titty is an inappropriate enough word that the company that created this game, Konami, would have wanted to avoid the association, even if the name still does exist in the game, now attached to a male character. Still, it’s an odd notion that the mention of a slang term for breasts would somehow be worse than, say, the expanse of cleavage being revealed by Martial Champion’s other female character, Rachael. Practically no one remembers this game and the characters therein, so any strangeness perceived in Chaos, Titi and Rachael is pretty much a moot point. However, these are issues that persist in video games even today: the seemingly inexplicable name change thing, sure, but more importantly the odd issues of censorship, the whole “You thought this had to be removed but you let this slide?” thing.

One more bit about Martial Champion before I never mention it again: Aside from the Chaos/Titi confusion, the game’s English version seems to have been further doomed by a terrible U.S. marketing campaign. How unappealing — much less inappropriate to the look of the game — is the Martial Champion arcade flyer?

martial_champion3

Holy Christ, that’s awful — as seemingly trying to piggyback on the success of Mortal Kombat, with its digitized life action fighters. Way to make a rip-off even more derivative, Konami.

Ice Cream Anti-Social

On a whim, I redesigned my blog tonight. Thoughts? Too autumny? Does the spacing on the letters in the header look too cramped? Any weird problems you've encountered?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Text Does Not Match Attached Photo

What I received from Aly via text: “We got a sofa at IKEA.”

The image that accompanied this proclamation:

little_boy_bucket_head

Though the sofa arrived, I have yet to see Little Boy Buckethead toddling around the house, bumping into the walls.

iThinkNot

Another bad company name, this one appearing on the homepage of my hometown paper and onetime employer.


Ironic names work. Sometimes. But somehow, given the choice between one web design company and another whose name is a play on eyesore, I’d be more likely to choose the less punny one.

Also: previous amusement had at the expense at stupidly named companies.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

A Little Love for Marjorie Pettibone

Okay, so the January Jones-hosted SNL wasn’t so hot. So Jones ended up playing window dressing for a lot of shoddily written sketches. And so one of the only sketches she was given a prominent role in had her playing an uncharacteristically flatulent Grace Kelly on the set of Rear Window, leaving everyone watching feel bad for Jones and worse for Kelly. We can’t really blame Jones. Previous fresh-faced actresses have fared better, their nonexistent or still-forming comedic chops hidden with good writing. In the end, bad sketches will drown even a talented actor.

However, in all the scathing reviews the episode got — see Gawker, see the A.V. Club, see James Wolcott — there was a bright spot: “A Lady’s Guide to Throwing a Party — With Marjorie Pettibone.” Though it had Jones donning 60s drag and essentially doing a less self-aware version of Mad Men’s Betty Draper, the bit really worked for me, even upon viewing it again in the light of day.

Give it a shot yourself, and concede that Jones’s SNL appearance wasn’t a total wash-out.



Two highlights, for me:
  • “Address cats by their full name, but dogs as ‘Mr.,’ and then their dog name. Because cats are girls and dogs are boys.”
  • “After a few drinks, it is time to wake the children. Put them in hats and parade them around the living room in a single loop, and the children will be put back to bed until the next party.”
Also, since I haven’t done a SNL-post in a while, I’m going to mention that this week’s episode kept up the tradition of ending with a quirky sketch, more weird than funny but still more watchable than the recycled stuff that appeared before it. Why can’t they be more creative with the rest of the show?



Finally, a minus that I’m not sure anyone else mentioned: Jenny Slate playing Hoda Kotb in the Today sketch kind of irked me, since Michaela Watkins did such a good job with the character last season. Not that I have anything against Slate and not that a bygone castmember should maintain dibs on an impersonation of a real-life person, but it still seemed odd to see Slate appearing in the role in a premise completely unaltered from the days Watkins played it.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Missy Aggravation

After some delay, another update of what people have been Googling to arrive at this blog.

For one, the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique. For another, that belt choke sex thing. But if the Google searcher was looking for the legislature type of bill, then I have to say that I can't remember my AP U.S. Government class.
What you said.
Number one hit!
I assume they meant Turkey the country and not turkey the bird. But I wish it was the bird. I would watch that pageant.
Like, all of them?
No. Not at all.
And then there are the search hits related to Paranormal Activity.
Previous search result updates.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Ha Ha — This Company’s Name

Today, a variation on the usual theme of making fun of the names of unfortunate people: making fun of the names of unfortunate companies, especially when the words comprising these names run together in entertaining ways.

First up is the DVD case for Hausu, that amazing Japanese horror movie that I blogged about sometime back. It never go a proper stateside release, so I had to go to an online company to find a version of it that I could play on an American DVD player. That company has a decent enough name, Gotta See DVDs.

gotta_seed_VDs

However, waking up one morning and noticing the case on my desk, run together as a URL, I misread the company name as Gotta Seed VDs. It was a little disconcerting.

Perhaps that one wouldn’t be obvious to everyone. Here’s one that’s a little clearer, from Spencer. It’s the name of a pool company — as in the splish-splashy kind, not the green felt kind.

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Oh, of all the times to condense a doubled letter down to just one. More like the candy bar in the pool scene from Caddyshack, right?

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Oswald the Vengeful Rabbit

So since the game actually made it onto Gawker — and not just the Gawker family’s game blog, Kotaku — I suppose I should write something about Epic Mickey, a slightly twisted Disney video game that has me more excited about the round-eared one than I’ve been since I was a kid.

Disney has a long history with video games, going back to a 1981 Game & Watch title, Mickey Mouse. My earliest Disney game memory — and likely that of many people who will read this blog — is 1987 NES title, Mickey Mouscapade, which had Mickey and his ladyfriend hopping Mario-style through various levels, shooting stars (for some reason), fighting villains like the evil queen from Snow White (for some reason) and finally rescuing Alice from Alice in Wonderland (for some reason).


Mickey Mouscapade was great fun at the time, but, in retrospect, the game kind of sucked, even for a first-generation NES title. Easily the worst part was the play control; Minnie follows Mickey around, jumping slightly after he jumps and landing slightly behind where he lands. This resulted in Mickey successfully leaping over those bottomless pits that so often dot the landscape of platformer-style video games but Minnie falling in and plummeting to her death, causing Mickey as well to die (again, for some reason.) Regardless, Mickey definitely has a place in my fond memories of playing video games.

Epic Mickey looks different. Rather than stick Mickey and his Disney cohorts in a bright, shining universe with smiles on every rock, tree and cloud — you know, like where Mario has been living for the last twenty years — the game’s designers have tried to grow Mickey up a bit. Mickey’s new world is a little dark, a little steampunky. Take, for instance, this nightmarish half-robot version of Donald Duck.


Not exactly the same waterfowl that hugs the kiddies at Disneyland, is it? Gaze also at this trippy concept art.


If the in-game graphics of Epic Mickey come close to matching what’s above, then we’ll be in for a treat.

What has me most excited about this game, however, is the news that its big bad will be Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, a character Walt Disney and Ub Iwerks debuted in 1927, a year before the suspiciously similar-looking Mickey Mouse stole the spotlight.





Money disputes prompted Disney and Iwerks to eventually leave Universal Studios, which maintained ownership of Oswald until 2006. Wikipedia explains that as part of a deal between Disney and NBC Universal, the former traded the latter sportscaster Al Michaels for Oswald. Michaels now workings alongside John Madden at NBC, and Disney finally got the rights to a bunch of old Oswald the Lucky Rabbit cartoon shorts. (I have to wonder how Michaels must feel about this trade. “You, sir, are basically worth the same as an obscure cartoon character that few remember and who looks basically like our current mascot.” Wikipedia notes that Michaels at least publicly had the sense to make a joke about the trade: “Oswald is definitely worth more than a fourth-round draft choice. I’m going to be a trivia answer someday.”) In any case, Oswald is back — and presumably pissed for having been shoved aside for some many years while Mickey lived the good life, being all recognizable even to people who don’t own TVs or have access to movie theaters.


This sort of thing thrills me: a fictional universe with a long history pulling an obscure also-ran from its archives and giving him or her a chance to shine once again. It doesn’t happen often enough, though I suppose superhero comics do it pretty well. Who would have expected Batman’s Jason “Robin No. Two” Todd to be resurrected from the dead? To draw an example from a different form of pop culture, the new Melrose Place wins points for me — even though I haven’t watched it — for bringing back Laura Leighton’s character from the original series, Sydney Andrews, even though she too was once dead as a doornail. It’s fan service, I guess, but it’s something that really clicks with the geeks who know a given universe inside and out. (“They thought of that! That’s what I think of! I feel validated!”) It’s good to know that the people in charge of a given franchise know at least enough about it to appease the experts.

I don’t know how well the game Epic Mickey will be received, but it gets points from me for rescuing Oswald the Lucky Rabbit from obscurity. And I look forward to beating the crap out of him at the end of the game.

A closing thought: Mickey Mousecapade’s control issues notwithstanding, I do think that the -capade suffix needs to be used more often.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Titles for Ten Movies That Sound More Interesting Than Ninja Assassin

You see, because Ninja Assassin isn’t technically redundant, but it sure seems like it should be.

1. Ninja Doctor

2. Ninja Secretary

3. Ninja Plumber

4. Ninja Pastry Chef

5. Ninja Crossing Guard

6. Ninja Prime Minister

7. Ninja Surrogate Mother

8. Ninja President of the P.T.A.

9. Ninja Competitive Ballroom Dancer

10. Ninja Conductor of the London Philharmonic

I would have put Ninja Schoolgirl on the list, but Japan already makes about thirty versions of this movie a year.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

The Ghost in the Sink

Halloween may have come and gone, but the ghosts linger — specifically in the bubbles in the soaking dishes in my kitchen sink. This is one is less scary if you pretend the mouth hole is actually a big round nose. I cannot suggest anything that the two smaller holes could be aside from nipples. Soapy ghost nipples.

bubble ghost

And I swear I will stop blogging about ghosts.