brainscat.com

RollingStone, the magazine who brought you the most flamingly gay cover of Ben Affleck, a publication that I love to hate, but all too often find myself nodding in agreement with, has put up an interesting overview of what they rate as the top 50 artists of all time.

Of course, I don’t agree (and I doubt you will) with the ordering of a lot of artists, so with the exception of the top 5, think of it as a simple who’s who list. The nice spin on it is that each writeup on each superband is authored by a recognized, regarded celebrity.

Highlights include…

• The Doors by Marilyn Manson
• Muddy Waters by Billy Gibbons
• Stevie Wonder by Elton John
• Led Zeppelin by David Grohl
• Fats Domino by Dr. John
• The Beatles by Elvis Costello
• And my personal favorite, Johnny Cash by Kris Kristofferson

Why on earth do they have to preface an acronym with The? The O.C. isn’t a respectable name for a TV show, and quite frankly (i’m probably the only one) I was befuddled as to what The O.C. was when Lorin kept going on and on about it. Though, I’m quite sure that it sucks.

All I can figure is that the FOX execs decided to come up with a name that would be as vaguely descriptive of a dung heap as possible, and then give it “from the streets” feel. Also, don’t hope to get much out of the website about the show, as it seems dedicated to selling music, clothes, and ecards. No, I’m not being fair to the show, because frankly, some things don’t deserve to be considered, let alone exist.

You ruffians with your hip-hop lingo, television, and pop rocks, the future of this country is more dim than ever.

Hey everybody, it now appears you can get your daily fix of chicken webcam hotness without having to come home with a brown bag from your local adult video store. This chicken’ll do it all.

Kill Bill Volume 1 may very well be a film-nerd’s wet dream as Justin proclaims but I was too busy watching a fucking shitkicker of a movie to notice. This movie draws on the concepts of honor, revenge, unescapable karmic fate, poetry in death, prose in combat, and drenching you in buckets of hot Tobasco style. In the short breaks between crushing you with an eighty pound sledgehammer of kung fu and kenpo funk Kill Bill Vol. 1 might be whispering something about another movie.

Once again the movie’s soundtrack uses real music to remind you that you’re watching something special without resorting to yet another techno track during key moments. As many Tarantino fans know, this is one of the things he does best and this movie does not dissapoint. I’ll be purchasing it and pretending I’m the Black Mamba while walking to work in the near future on sidewalks near you…

The fighting in this movie is a flat out beautiful dance to watch. Yuen Wo Ping’s best work since Fist of Legend. For those of you who aren’t in the know, that means Kill Bill Vol. 1 has the second best martial arts choreography of all time.

You try to use a sissy gun, you die. You try to kill someone without warning, you die. You oppose the will of God enacted through a hot blonde package, you die. Never has a movie existed where you knew revenge would be had so sweetly, and against such ludicrously impossible odds. The best part is you know something fantastical, something impossible and insane is going to happen, and you love every moment of it.

All I can figure is that Quentin Tarantino made a script and then asked John Wayne, Akira Kurosawa, Jesus, James Brown, Sailor Moon and Yeun Wo-Ping to get together and add a little flavor and immediately sold his soul to Satan to cinch the deal.

To blatantly rip off the Daily Show, here’s your moment of zen for the day. I have no idea as to how this picture originated, but thought it was worth the post. No idea as to when or if these little penguins will remain hosted here for bandwidth reasons. Until then, link away.