Hollywood has been out of ideas for about ever. So, they reimagine, recreate, or steal ideas. Some are good. Some not. Battlestar Galactica was awesome. Now, the latest reimagining will be V. Looks decent and I have the DVR set to record it. I’ll miss Jane Badler, the total babe from the original series.

Musicians want to know which songs were used to torture prisoners at Guantanamo.

Pretty Hate Machine is 20 years old.

Bushmaster advertisement for AR-15s in issues of Maxim magazine:

From Gun Porn

Well, they do share the name of the inventor of the machine gun and sound suppressor. Also an ad for the Remington 870.

A few years back, I would never have imagined a men’s magazine catering to young men (some even say metrosexuals) would be advertising evil black rifles. Fantastic. Oh and go get your man card.

I think I’ve fallen back in love with Freedom Group.

So you know, Where The Wild Things Are was not good.

Congress looking to regulate the volume or TeeVee commercials.

Captain Lou Albano dies at 76

Trailer for the movie Where The Wild Things Are. The Mrs. is excited and wants to take the kids to see it. I wonder, though, how exactly the movie is going to work. The book is fairly short and how will they make a feature length movie out of it?

Lynyrd Skynyrd flip flops on guns?

TeeVee is different. Imagine if a kids’ show today did a bit with a confederate flag or a bit that featured whiskey, smoking, gambling and some dude dying.

Top Ten Conspiracy Theories.

As I’ve said before, I love conspiracy theories. Some of the most entertaining reading ever. I have to admit, the Paul McCartney one is new to me.

My kids are into songs by They Might Be Giants. My son really digs Particle Man. But we don’t know why Triangle Man is such a poopyhead.

Also, he’s into Peaches by POTUSA, which is the greatest rock video ever because everything is better with ninja fights:

I mentioned before that one cannot possibly keep up with all the genres and sub-genres of heavy-metal. Now, there’s a flowchart.

Living Colour!

A musical interlude:

One of my favorite movies: The Princess Bride.

A look at where they are now. I never realized who the guy that played Count Rugen was.

My wife got the movie Knowing from Netflix. It was decent flick until the end when it turned to a pile of crap. Seriously, what was that?

Mathematics of a Zombie Attack

A tribute from Billy Beck, who, frankly, doesn’t say a lot of nice things about any thing.

I have a Gibson Les Paul around here somewhere. I haven’t picked it up since probably 2003. Doesn’t even have strings on it. Sits in a closet next to two new packs of strings that I bought two years ago planning on picking the thing up again. I guess I should probably string it up soon.

Since kids, my movie watching has been slacking. Recently got at Netflix account. Love it. Some brief movie reviews:

Bubba Ho-Tep: LOL WUT. Elvis and JFK vs a mummy.

Hellboy: Good guy demon kicks unearthly booty.

Watchmen: MTV is on the air, Nixon is president, 99 Luftballons, a sociopath superhero, Vietnam surrenders, and it’s 1985

Shooter: Sans Funky Bunch, Marky Mark gets his gun porn on.

Times tough in the porn industry.

The new GI JOE stands for Globally Integrated Joint Operating Entity. And works for the UN. Weirdest thing to happen to GI Joe since he went from 12 inches to three.

LA Times:

L.A. guns to be crushed today, turned into steel rebar

That song wasn’t that bad.

An independent film made in East Tennessee. Via MKS.

R. Lee Ermey has a new show coming out called Lock N Load. As I said before, this is one of the reasons why we win.

The local paper has a piece on Whitechapel, a local metal band that has had some recent success. They call them death metal. I thought they were more metalcore. But who the Hell can possibly keep up with all the genres and sub-genres of heavy-metal?

TMZ:

We’ve learned Michael Jackson was not the biological father of any of his children. And Debbie Rowe is not the biological mother of the two kids she bore for Michael. All three children were conceived in vitro — outside the womb.

Nothing to add. Just the headline.

Brehd: One brave man steps forward and remembers Michael Jackson as the freak he was

A new Showtime series:

Showtime presents a new original reality series about guns, and the people who buy them.

With trailer. Wonder if it will continue the trend of cable TeeVee helping with pro-gun attitudes?

Farrah Fawcett, who was probably responsible for the first time men who are now my age took an interest in women, has died.

Guav: BrokeNCYDE is what happens when freaks and geeks don’t get beaten up in high school.

That was awful and I couldn’t make it past about 30 seconds.

I caught the Mythbusters episode this weekend wherein they test if you can bend the trajectory of a bullet after it was done in some Angelina Jolie flick. Seemed quite unsafe to me, even though they did take additional steps. But more importantly, Kari don’t go shooting when you’re six months pregnant. Lead, noise, and other things that likely aren’t good for baby.

A meme from Xrlq. The letter C and I picked stuff on my MP3 player since I doubt I could even find a CD now:

Cake
Captain and Tenille
Carrie Underwood
Cavalera Conspiracy
Candiria
Chess
Christmas Classics
Cindi Lauper
Clutch
Coal Chamber
Collective Soul
Coolio
Counting Crows
Cracker
Crash Test Dummies
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Cypress Hill
The Cardigans
The Clash
The Corrs
The Cult
The Cure

Apparently, David Carradine’s family alleges that he was killed by assassins, even though his death looks like he pulled a Hutchence. Sounds silly. But Squeaky points out that his hands were bound together. That would imply that he had some sort of helper. Or some ninja drew the really, really short straw and had to go kill the guy. Then tie a rope around his wiener. But if a ninja went through the trouble of tying up a dead guy’s Johnson, you’d think that the ninja would have remembered to unbind the hands so it didn’t look like ninjas did it. That, or somewhere the boss ninja is really pissed off. In some boardroom somewhere, I can picture the boss ninja saying Dammit, Larry, if you’d have just remembered to untie his hands, this would have been perfect. Now, we got the heat on us. Bad ninja. No ninja snacks.

A sequel to Heathers!

Marko started by posting Top Five Most Embarrassing Albums On My iPod Followed by Tam and Sebastian. I don’t actually have an iPod and use my Blackberry but I figured I could still play.

1- Jack’s Big Music Show Season #1: Yes, it’s for kids and I bought it for the kids. But the song Grumpy is catchy.

2 – The Biz Never Sleeps: Biz Markie. There are actually other songs on there that are not Just A Friend.

3 – Extreme II: Pornograffitti: Good songs. Well, one.

4 – Captain and Tennille’s Greatest Hits. Love Will Keep Us Together rocks. I don’t care what you say.

5 – Flashdance: Original Soundtrack. It rocks and you know it.

LabRat links up one of the funniest, most disturbing videos I’ve ever seen. My kids used to watch Lazytown all the time. The music from the show is pretty good. But Lil Jon never showed up.

Popular television shows inaccurately portray violent crime. Odd. Based on TeeVee, I always thought most murders in the country were committed by affluent white people for either insurance money or because of skeleton in the closet. Or a random serial killer. Turns out, not so much:

When researchers compared the shows to the CDC data, they discovered the strongest misrepresentations were related to alcohol use, relationships, and race among perpetrators and victims. Previous studies of actual statistics have shown that both perpetrator and victim were often under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs when the crime occurred, differing from what the shows portrayed. Also, CSI and CSI: Miami were more likely to have described the victim and the attacker as Caucasian, which is misrepresentative. Finally, according to the CDC data, homicide victims typically knew their assailant; however, the television series were more likely to have portrayed the perpetrator as a stranger.

So, the only sitcom worth watching on TeeVee (My Name is Earl) is being cancelled. I gathered that show was still popular.

And ABC is remaking V.

Ya know, Wanda Sykes is usually funny. I liked her shows. They were funny. Unfortunately, I was one of the only people who thought that. But the kidney and terrorist jokes were not funny.

And the truth in a joke: Most of you covered me; all of you voted for me.

While we’re discussing things easy to make fun of, I don’t understand why it’s a big deal for Obama to put Dijon mustard on a burger. Nor why people are getting bent out of shape for mocking the mustard.