Flashcube

Some wonderful person has put together a collection of French music videos from the 1960′s. It’s pretty heavy on the France Gall which is awesome. The highlight for me was the Jacques Brel performance of “Amsterdam”.

On a related note, who knew that Jodie Foster was fluent in French.

If that doesn’t strike your fancy then perhaps this link will. Thanks Carl.

It occured to me the other day that I’ve been doing this website for three years. Now three years doesn’t sounds like a lot but were you think of Flashcube’s development in the same terms of a humans’ development then by this time It would be running around, chatting up a storm and crapping its pants less.

And for the most part that’s true. The first month was a pretty rough one. I didn’t really know what a blog was and I wrote about the general goings on. That more or less went on for a while. Okay, about a year or so.

2004 was a banner month. However, that can mostly be attributed to the fact that I spent a good chunk of the year unemployed and without a girlfriend. March 2004 was my most productive with 100 posts. That was just after I got sacked from a job and started my “Funemployment”.

My least productive month was July 2005 with only 10 posts. I guess I must have been busy or something.

One constant throughout the whole history of this site is that no one still comments. Sure, when I’m at a party or something people will say, “You know that thing you posted on your site. That was like all wicked and stuff.” Yes it was “wicked”, but so is acknowledgment, fuckers. This is a public service. I don’t get paid. There are no shirtless interns at Flashcube HQ. Just me in my indoor clothes thinking, “Wow. That’s totally awesome. I think I’ll do a post about it.”

Also, if you’ve read this far. Let me know what you think about the redesign. Form, function, etc. You know where to post your thoughts.

Call it an unhealthy obsession. Fine. I can deal with it because you know that whenever there’s a link to something Hasselhoff related, I’m all over it like a fat kid on a Smartie.

Most people know that the Hoff has a musical career that has brought him additional fame and fortune to his acting career. But one would think that with as much clout as he has, he would be able to wrest a little bit more creative control when it comes to his videos. This video seems almost entirely filmed in front of a green screen with stock footage thrown in afterwards. Oddly though, the only thing not filmed on a set are the shots of him on a boat being flanked by icebergs.What the fuck?! I can’t even fathom how he ended up there because I thought that the cold was the Hoff’s kryptonite. I also fully expected to be running shirtless in slow motion too. Disapointed on all fronts.

The BME website, while often featuring really gross stuff like pins and needles poking into stuff that I don’t like even grazed let alone poked or prodded, has a neat feature on geek tattoos.

I can barely decide what clothes to wear each day so needless to say there’s no tattoos on my ass or elsewhere for that matter. So to the guy who got the ALF tattoo, here’s to you.

With all the class of a Vegas hotel, a biblical theme park has opened up in Orlando, Florida. From the website:

The Holy Land Experience is designed to give you a glimpse of what life was like during the time of Jesus Christ and to communicate the message of the Bible. As a not-for-profit Christian ministry, our hope is that you will grow in the knowledge of God, be challenged in your continuing search for the truth of God, and be encouraged in your faith.

It seems like a good idea but it’s missing one thing: rides. I think that if they went that route instead of the educational one by recreating places and events, they’d have a smash. I can see it now; lineups of people wanting to get on “The Flood!” roller-coaster. They’d have “blood of Christ” snow-cones and “body of Christ” little donuts. You could play “Nail the Jesus on the cross” for fun and prizes.

On second thought, my changes are highly blasphemous. I’ll blame that on my secular upbringing and sleep soundly tonight. Maybe one day I’ll come around though.

The saxophone is a pretty uncompromising instrument. In the right hand it can produce stellar results. In the wrong hands you get Kenny G. For some reason or another a sax player was a staple amongst bands in the eighties and mainly relegated itself to solos. Here is a page dedicated to sax solos from the eighties. So do like George Michael and listen without prejudice, bitches.

While I am a huge fan of “Confessions On A Dancefloor” and have been advocating it left and right, there’s something to be said about covering it.

Famous photographer David Lachapelle has a very interesting crazy-ass motherfucking video starring famous New York transexual Amanda Lepore. From what I can gather it was commissioned by MAC makeup. I’m not going to ruin the video/short film/whatever for you but it is both completely in bad taste and utterly fantastic.

Seinfeld quiz. Are you smart? I’m not I got to question three then got distracted to something small, something shiny, something more awesome.

Almost as awesome (but not quite) is this Garfield randomizer which takes three random panels and strings them into something interesting. Reminds me of Dadaist poetry or some goth poetry I read on Livejournal. Oh! I’m inspired. Let me try.

I am engulfed in a viscous fluid.
I call for help.
“Jon! Don’t turn away.
“WHY DO YOU HATE ME!!!!!!!
And do something about that fucking dog
before I make the final sacrifice.”
It is dark.
I cry.

I’ve written better. Finally, some drug index cards. Having consciously bothered to not even read the site, I assume they’re for drug education and prevention. They’re downloadable and with a little computer magic can be made into a rave handbill if sparkly, druggy shit is your thing. I can deal with the sparkly shit because in my mind sparkly=gadgets+robots=good. I equate sparkly and druggy with this.

Tracking down every former member of The Fall may be difficult but not impossible.