#Miscellaneous
Now Listening: Every Time I Die – “Revival Mode”
I’m pretty fucking stoked for Ex Lives, the upcoming album by Every Time I Die. They’ve dropped a new video for the song Revival Mode and while I wholeheartedly think its a (departing from their regular swag) jam, the video is creepy enough to entertain me regardless.
Hit the jump to check it out.
NO, SERIOUSLY: BEST GODDAMN MONTH IN OL HISTORY
[Caff note: We had the best month ever, then suffered a malware attack. I’m reposting this, cause goddamn we deserve to smile.]
OL has just suffered unto it the best month of traffic in its nearly three year history. With a week to go, during a short month. Everyone drink! Thanks, you perverts, pigs, and unfortunate passersby.
This Week on The Walking Dead – Triggerfinger
In part deux of our academic exploration of a 1000 ways to die from being a good person in a zombie apocalypse, it is my pleasure to present a 2 min redux of “Triggerfinger”. Per usual, this episode was a heaping pile of viewer frustration, and I’m pretty sure there was national spike in brain aneurysms at the time it aired. I’m checking into that presently.
Last Week on The Walking Dead – Nebraska
Shit rolls downhill at OL. So being the new guy, not only am I relegated to writing pompous, over-worded book reports about Kenny Powers & friends, but now I’ve also been tasked with summing up new episodes AMC’s The Walking Dead. Since the show is literally schmeared in bullshit and really loud, repetitive commercials. I thought I might do everyone a favor and reenact what REALLY happened, without the agonizing tender moments that encompass 95% of the show. What’s left is my boyish take on a show that seems like it was intentionally made to drive me crazy.
Enjoy. Or don’t. Whatever.
THIS WEEK ON Eastbound & Down – Chapter 14
[Caff Note: Give a cordial welcome to new OL contributor Sneaky Pete.]
The magic behind HBO’s Eastbound & Down is the dark authentic grittiness in which an idealistic plot is laid out early on each season, and the sadistically twisted corruption of that ideal as the season unfolds. In some primordial way, it reminds us of the daily incertitude of our own insignificant existence. All this dark meat is surrounded by a sesame seed bun of high-brow intellectual wit and low-brow slapstickery, making its esoteric depth quite palatable to the masses.
Momma Omega Creates The “Turducken Of Baked Goods”
A couple of weeks ago, Rendar and I saw Marc Maron do a live recording of his podcast. As those who worship the crabby but hilarious son of a bitch know, his fans often bring him baked goods. At the show we attended he was given the “turducken of baked goods”, a concoction that shook Olympus itself. What the fuck was it? It was none other than oreos, wrapped in cookie dough batter, baked in brownie mix. At that moment, the Fat Kid in me knew I had to have it. For weeks at the Omega Dinner Table, Rendar and I would mention what a glory it would be to consume such a genuine piece of Fat Ass America. This week though, our own Momma Omega laid it down. She was going to create this Slight on God.
It was wonderful. Upon biting in I proclaimed, “I feel like a piece of shit!” It didn’t stop me though. It was truth made carbohydrate.
The Weinstein Company Taking ‘The Artist’ And Other Flicks To Netflix Streaming Instead Of Cable.
Oh golly! Guess where you’re going to have to go to see that totally cute dancing dog from The Artist! Not cable. No sir. No ma’am. Motherfucking Netflix! The Weinstein Company is getting their streaming on.
Now Listening: Hodgy, Domo Genesis And Tyler, The Creator – Rella
New OFWGKTA in the house! As ever, I’m torn. Their genuine insanity, ingenuity, and do-it-yourself monstrosities blow me away. At the same time, they’re so overtly (even if they’re the worst thing of all, ‘only kidding’) sexist and homophobic that I have to cringe through my grins.
Hit the jump to check out their new video. It’s fucking insane.
Dude Survived Two Months Trapped In A Car By Hibernating. Wut?!
Now it all makes sense, Bovine America. Us fatty members of the Empire aren’t corpulent. No! We’re preparing for the day when we’re going to be trapped in our car underneath snow. We intend on hibernating! A talent I didn’t know we had.
