Hilarious!

Okay everybody, The Mason Studios Show is well underway and we are about 10 episodes (7 posted) deep into the series.  Now unfortunatly I had to delete some older MSS post because of media library issues.  But listed below are all the episodes we have done so far.  Watch, laugh, rate, comment, tell friends and family, watch again, repeat process.

EPISODE 1: PREMIERE  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OrHp7fleJs

EPISODE 2: OPTIMUS PRIME http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5levtighDhU

EPISODE 3: MORTAL KOMBAT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVGI5s_u6XY

EPISODE 4: WHATEVER YOU LIKE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hJWlvOEm6U

EPISODE 5: DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaoM5vGspEw

EPISODE 6: THE HOBO http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55jhxK2i4LQ

EPISODE 7: HARRY POTTER http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUT3aMTO_Bo

MINISODE: 2012 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m25MdavwRZ4

Agora você não precisa esperar tempo o suficiente até um meme adentrar a blogosfera brasileira pra conhecer e entender daonde diabos ele veio!
Num movimento de utilidade pública o Desnecessário Isso apresenta: Know Your Meme, um site só explicando os memes bizarros da interwebz! Watch and learn!

Aqui, um vídeo explicando o “yo dawg”

Relembre os clássicos como o Monorail Cat, e conheça aqueles que só doentes que nem eu conhecem, tipo o Jeff Goldblum is Watching You Poop!
Perca a sua vida!

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WHOA!! Eles têm um vídeo com a participação do Weird Al Yankovic!

(se você não sabe quem ele é… vai tomar no cu.)

Another strange story to add to your Rolodex of useless information. Most times, the truth is funnier than fiction. Well, at least from what this youchoob told me. I haven’t checked the facts just yet. The infamous auto tune was invented in order to find oil. Then the gem was picked up by Cher and T-Pain and voila! The genesis of genius!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/11/12/weird-al-yankovic-explain_n_356284.html

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I thought this was very informative. Thanks Professor Wierd Al!

The ’90s spawned the terms Generation X and Pepsi Generation. The revolutionary, plugged-in expanse between 1990 and 1999 symbolized the crystallization of youth culture—when technology, creativity and limitless possibility reached an amalgamated zenith. It was when rap and MTV became mainstream, Kurt and Big lived and died, and everything became inextricably linked with corporatism.

This list of definitive ’90s songs is by no means actually definitive (click for part one). Instead, we wanted to take a moment to revel in our youth and explore the pop culture moments that make up our collective psyche. Regardless of whether you get with, smile at, or treat these moments with familiar scorn, chances are they fit seamlessly into your retrospective scope like Pizza Hut and slap bracelets. And don’t forget to share your favourites with us in the comments.

1996: Oasis – Don’t Look Back in Anger

Yes, “Wonderwall” is catchy. But when What’s the Story Morning Glory dropped, a seminal album itself, “Don’t Look Back in Anger” was the song that cemented Oasis as a timeless band. Maybe it’s the inherent Beatles influence, with the tambourine, piano intro or Ringo-esque syncopation of drummer Alan White. Maybe it’s the guitar riff, which to this day is emulated by tweens in video games. Or maybe it’s just because despite all their asshole antics, perhaps in spite of themselves, Oasis crafted one of the greatest melodies of the past 50 years. It’s too bad they knew it, too.—Simon

1996: Weezer – Across the Sea

Weezer invented emo. Like, the entire genre of music and now subculture of youth identification? Weezer. For every jaded fan (and there are a lot of us out there), “Across the Sea” marks a highpoint in musical signposts. A perfect mix of melancholy, distortion laden grunge, power-pop melodies and crunchy Fender riffs held together with quaintly sad sack lyrics such as, “As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams, oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel.” And remember, this was before emo was cool; for better or for worse.—Simon

1996: Fiona Apple – Criminal

The cloying Lilith Fair movement, awesome identity politics aside, did at least one cool thing – it segued into Fiona Apple. I write a lot about celebrity crushes because the seduction apparatus of film and pop music fascinates the hell out of me — but yo, Apple was (is) the shit. She disgusted me but I wanted her, I felt bad for her but she was kind of a hero, and she set the behind-doors soundtrack for years of battling d’evils to come. Much of that is encapsulated by Mark Romanek’s haunting video, which sadly now just looks like marketing for American Apparel.—Jef

1997: No Doubt - Sunday Morning

In grade six I idolized Gwen Stefani. Before becoming a pop-song-making, baby-having, overpriced-clothing-line hawking icon, she single-handedly influenced my love of leopard print with her outfit in this video. “Don’t Speak” might be considered No Doubt’s breakthrough hit (even though Tragic Kingdom was the band’s third studio album), but this was the song I lip-synched extra hard to. It’s a microcosm of what the band themselves represented at the time: the transitional antidote to a market exhausted by poor Seattle-grunge knockoffs and anticipating an influx of over stylized pop stars and rappers. I love that you can see esthetic continuity from this video to Gwen’s current stuff (thanks to director Sophie Muller). This song and my desperate sixth-grade love of this band is why I will forever be a Hollaback Girl.—Anupa

1997: Infinite - Gotta Get Mine

Canadian hip-hop in the late nineties had a distinct sound, less jiggy than it’s flashy American counterpart and ridiculously more rugged. This song literally makes me think of a dude spitting his guts out while wearing a parka in the middle of a wintry, Toronto night. Over supremely delicate production, alongside a pre-Diva-ized Divine Brown (when she rocked a headwrap and went by Divine Earth Essence) Infinite spits meticulous, slang-laden raps like “I’ve got you hooked like a custy lookin’ for cookie” and single-handedly defines a city and a time. One of my favourite hip-hop songs of all time, period.—Anupa

1998: Puff Daddy (and the Family) – All About the Benjamins

Featuring the opening verse most likely to be memorized by my classmates this side of “Triumph”, Puff’s ragged posse cut was “about living rich and the importance of having money,” says Wikipedia. Gully. Puff was rap’s knight in shiny-suit Armani, sure, but this track knocked regardless of my burgeoning backpack inclinations. In the larger sphere, it spawned an annoying mainstream catchphrase, a Weird Al parody, and a rap-rock zeitgeist remix that capped off grunge survivor Dave Grohl’s decade-definitive trajectory. If you didn’t fuck with this track, you’re a liar, and I want my VHS tapes back.—Jef

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So, after some Tigerfest talk in the office the other day, I started a Facebook group to get a real musical icon, Weird Al Yankovic, to the annual drunken musical mess that is Tigerfest. Out of the three Tigerfests I’ve been to in my time at Towson, only one headliner (The Roots) has been worthwhile. Here’s the Campus Activity Board’s chance to go 2 for 4. In just a couple of days, 141 people have decided they agree enough with me to join the group. Rock on.

I just heard about this, Amazon.com is offering 1,464 songs for free. There’s bound to be something in there that will satisfy you.

I went ahead and grabbed Weird Al’s “Don’t Download This Song.” Ironic isn’t it? Haha.

Amazon

Attention all you Nerfherders, Chumbawumbas, and Puddles of Mudd: take heart. Tuesday was an important day for every clumsily-named rock band yearning to escape self-imposed exile on the silly rack.  NME’s Butthole Surfers retrospective, “Gnarly Stoned Surf,” marks the 2,000th time the Texas-bred altsters have been taken seriously in print, without any glib preemptive consideration of the words “Butthole” and/or “Surfers.”

“It’s not only the quantity of our articles that address them as an actual band, but the sheer consistency of them,” reports NME Editor-in-Chief Brad Michaels, who has never once thought to laugh at the title of the band’s 1985 release, Rembrandt Pussyhorse. “96% of the articles we’ve printed on the Surfers in question are concerned with their use of pretaped recordings, their breakthrough single “Pepper,” or their ever-undulating line-up.  Only 4% of our articles have smugly pondered whether “Butthole Surfers” might refer to surfers who steer their surfboards with their asses, or anthropomorphic buttholes who happen to be adept surfers, or very tiny surfers navigating some theoretical tidal system encircling a human anus.  It’s a remarkable record for both the Buttholes and for this publication.”

“They could have made things a lot easier for themselves, and they didn’t,” adds not-kidding rock journalist Ken Bloom.  “I mean, a PG-13 reference to the human asshole? Really? How do you know you won’t wake up one day and find yourself opening for some Wierd Al impersonator in Minnessota/St. Paul?  Short answer is, you don’t.  The aesthetic line between Oingo Boingo and They Might Be Giants is not as thick as some might hope. It’s half a trumpet; a redheaded bass player; appearing to enjoy yourself. Then suddenly you’re out on your ass covering Smash Mouth songs for your kids or someone elses.  Dubbing oneself a “Butthole Surfer” is the nomenclature equivalent to recording Metal Machine Music and then releasing it in slow motion. It took genius fucking balls, man.”

“It hasn’t always been easy to resist making the occasional mid-sentence throwaway punchline,” admits Michaels. “Unfortunately for all of us, the imagery that their name evokes goes far beyond the literal.  I say “Butthole Surfers” aloud, and, literally, in my mind right now, is an image of a guy in a sportcoat and nylon shorts holding a Twinkie snack cake against his ass, and then pretending that he’s shitting out that same Twinkie snack cake.  But do I mention that in a back page biopic for The Village Voice? No, I do not. These guys revolutionized the use of tape looping in American music, they’ve managed to stay relevant since 1981 while doing so. We’re not just riffing on Hoobastank here.  I’m pretty sure these guys have done heroin.”

“What’s really remarkable is that they held on to their “Butts,” and the journalistic press rewarded them as such.  In the late 80s, they could’ve easily abbreviated their name to “B.H. Surfers” for that instant oblivious-dad sales bump.  And they stayed strong on into the early 90s, resisting the obvious switch to “Asshole Surfers” even as their Gen-X fanbase was becoming increasingly enamored with HBO-magnitude swearing.  It goes without saying that a quiet 1996 edit to “Bunghole Surfers” could have launched any number of Beavis and Butthead Do America cross-promotionals.  Now “Butthole Surfers” is a name that can evokes credibility and even timelessness, not just a van of teens farting into a Carls Jr. drive-thru window. Are you listening, the “artists” formerly known as Rainbow Butt Monkeys?”

“Put quotation marks around ‘artists,’” Michaels added, leaning deep into his first smile of our time together.

But how are the Buttholes themselves responding to the news?  Characteristically aloof.  I caught up with them in a parking lot next to the Arizona turnpike.

“That’s the shit, I guess” slurs vocalist Gibby Haynes, lying motionless in a children’s swimming pool slowly leaking absinthe and kool-aid.  “Fuck angels that look like humans,” he adds, putting on a third pair of sunglasses.

I’m a nerd.  I got pretty excited when I heard “Weird Al” Yankovic turned 50 last week, because it got me thinking about how much fun I’ve had listening to his albums for the last 25 years or so.  I’m pretty sure, though, that many of you out there are nerds, too.  From self-titled Weird Al (1983) through Straight Outta Lynwood (2006), several tracks on each CD have elicited anywhere from a few chuckles to snorting laughter.

Weird Al certainly didn’t invent musical parody—listen to Steve Allen, et al., and just about any Dr. Demento show—but he popularized the “genre” for folks my age.  For many of us, our earliest link to our parents’ music was the Weird Al version of songs they loved—“Yoda” for “Lola,” “I Lost on Jeopardy!” for “Jeopardy,” “The Brady Bunch” for “Safety Dance,” etc.  Sometimes we were in our teens or twenties before we even knew there was a “regular” version of a song: “Hey, they totally ripped that off of Weird Al!”  His more contemporary stuff was funny because we knew exactly the songs he was lampooning.  His polka medleys taught us snippets of Jimi Hendrix, Yes, Foreigner, and Talking Heads before we could appreciate the full, real songs.  And although he couldn’t make the accordion cool (who could?), he at least made it acceptable because he was in on the joke.

A lot of people think Weird Al is a quack, a huckster, a gimmicky hack riding other people’s coattails.  I disagree.  He is so good at what he does, his lyrics and original music so clever that it doesn’t matter if most of it comes from other people.  Some of his parodies have become more recognizable than the original songs.  If you think he’s a talentless biter, fine, but artists like Kurt Cobain (who thought Weird Al “a musical genius”), Mark Knopfler, and Don McLean (lyrics from Al’s “American Pie” parody get into his head during live performances) have enthusiastically given Weird Al their blessing to send-up their songs.  Even his band gets in on the action, mimicking almost perfectly the sounds of the originals.  Take the guitar solos and background riffs in “Eat It,” parodying Michael Jackson’s “Beat It”: nearly indistinguishable.  The video’s pretty spot-on, too.

Luckily Weird Al didn’t limit himself to musical parody.  What fan doesn’t love UHF?  It was my introduction to Michael Richards (Seinfeld’s Kramer), as Stanley Spadowski.  Nerds my age still bring up Spatula City’s, “What better way to say, ‘I love you.’”  We still laugh at the Gandhi II and Conan the Librarian trailers.  Please don’t get me started on The Firehose.

I don’t know how well Yankovic appeals to younger generations, but “White & Nerdy,” off of Straight Outta Lynwood (Al’s birthplace), hit #9 on the U. S. Billboard Top 100 in 2006, his best showing ever on that chart.  Maybe it was only 30-somethings like me cracking up at Weird Al rapping (ably, I might add) and staying relevant by parodying the newest rap and hip-hop.  Maybe, though, teens and 20-somethings were digging it too.  You’d be doing yourself a disservice not to check out the song and video, which is hilarious and syncs up quite well with the original, Chamillionaire’s “Ridin’.”

Nick Yankovic reminded his son Alfred Matthew often of his life philosophy:  do for a living whatever makes you happy.  He did.  It just so happens that his living has made a lot of other people happy, too.  Happy 50^th, Weird Al.  We hope to see you rollin’ for another 50.

Written in 1989 (inspired by Weird Al)

The US Starquake was orbiting Mars, its crew numbering eight. The 1972 model mining ship passed silently through a radioactive, electric dust cloud. The ship’s haul vibrated violently, shocked by thousands of volts of electricity.

Private Donald, who was busy unloading on the toilet, smiled to himself. The bathroom was the only room on the craft a man could get his peace and quiet. Suddenly the Computer’s voice blared through the intercom.

“There is an emergency. There is still an emergency. The emergency is still taking place. I will repeat myself. There is an emergency. I have just repeated myself. Private Donald and Mechanic Williams, report to Sector 13. Suits are mandatory. There is a radioactive leak and spreading. By the way, there is still an emergency.”

“Just great!” Donald complained. “My only free time I get, and I’m interrupted! Oh no, perfect. I’m stuck!”

Meanwhile in a room far, far away; Williams was punching out Samual for dropping his solidified prune juice down his pants. Samual fell back against a shelf, knocking a hamster cage to the floor. It shattered and Velveeta and Elvis, the two hamsters, escaped.

“I’ll finish with you later!” Williams said as he headed toward Sector 13. He came to the sector door and punched in his code. The computer blared his clearance. “Welcome mop and broom, summer vacuums of the month! Got some fresh sour milk?”

“Darn sponge-head slag, Mark was messing with the speech system again!” Williams shouted as he slammed his fist against the door. It slid open. He attached his body armor and breathing gear. Just as he took a step inside, rusty-orange vapors rushed from within.

“Pressurized radiation!!” Williams yelled as he turned the intercom on. “Attention, there’s a major radiation leak spreading throughout the entire port wing!!”

Hearing the news Bubba awoke violently from his bunk bed. “I’m a comin’ Mamma!” and with that Bubba jerked up, slammed his head against the ceiling, and fell onto the floor. “Oh, man!” Bubba said as he pulled on his jumpsuit.

Tim rolled out of his bed, onto the floor beside Bubba. Then he slowly got on his uniform. “Let’s get some coffee!” Tim said, and the door slid open.

A huge furry mass sat hunched over in the doorway. The 10 foot tall hamster’s red eyes glared down upon them! Tim and Bubba froze in fear.

Bruce Lee, Chuck Norris, and Karate Kid posters decorated the walls of Kim’s room. When she heard William’s words on the intercom, she leapt out of bed, broke a couple boards, did a few splits, and kicked open her door.

Samual wiped the blood from his lip, grabbed his rifle, and went out into the halls. Samual was looking to shoot Williams for beating him up, so he was surprised to find a giant glowing hamster instead. Samual’s blood and guts were splattered on the walls.

Mark was busy pressing buttons in the control room. “Aliens,” Captain J mumbled as he switched on autopilot. Suddenly the door slid open and Williams stumbled in. The door closed behind him, as Williams collapsed to the floor with the words “Velveeta!”

The crew in the control room rushed to help Williams get his helmet off. “What did he say?” Mark asked. “I think he wants cheese.” Captain said. When they got his helmet off, Williams said it again. “Velveeta!” “What do you make of this Captain?” Mark said. “He said Velveeta.” “Yes, I know what he said Mr. Connect-the-dots.” Captain said. “John Williams, what is the matter?!” They all looked at eachother in desperation.

“Velveeta, big, large, huge! A…she’s um, grown; real big!” Williams exhaustedly said. “He’s evidently crazy Captain. Williams has lost his mind; bonkers,” Mark said. “I’m gonna go get a drink!” “Don’t open that door!” Williams managed to say.

“See, he’s mad!” said Mark as he opened the door and came face with a 9 foot tall Velveeta. Instinctively Mark leapt upon the beastie and grabbed it by it’s neck. “Freeze!” yelled Captain J. Williams finally passed out.

Meanwhile Private Donald had freed himself from the toilet. He washed his hands and prepared to leave. Suddenly the door flew open and Donald starred down the barrel of a lazer rifle. As he slipped backwards, a hand grabbed him and picked him up. “Ah Private Donald, trying to hide?” Corporal Samual demanded.

“I-I was really just trying to…” Donald started. Samual interjected “I don’t think so. We all know you’re scared of Sector 13 ever since Paul, James, and Kurt died there. Ok, now let’s just go get some de-radiation guns, shall we Donald?” Unexpectedly a strange large furry object passed by quickly. “What the heck was that?” Donald asked. “We had better get some cages too.”

Velveeta the Xtra-large-hamster tossed Mark against the wall, knocking him out cold. Then the furry beast headed towards Captain J. He picked up his coffee and threw it at the creature. Velveeta squeaked and shrank back to regular hamster size, which is small, and ceased glowing; with features returning to normal.

“Wow that was amazing!” Captain J said. “Coffee must reduce radioactivity.” “My aren’t we a genius today!” Velveeta said. “The radiation must have affected her vocal cords and mind!” “Stop it, you’re beginning to sound like a nerd in one of those stupid science fiction stories!” Velveeta screamed.

Plan of the mining ship U.S. Starquake

]]> http://thephilwells.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/attention-nerds-a-light-rant/ Mon, 26 Oct 2009 13:42:28 +0000 Wells http://thephilwells.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/attention-nerds-a-light-rant/

Yes, actually, we do get it.

The joke is on us.  You were ostracized in your youth and now look what’s happened.  The tables have turned.  The nerds and the geeks are in charge.  In fact, the nerds are now the cool ones.  Congratulations.  The bums lost.

But you need to stop gloating about it.  Every time  you indignantly ask some square, “You haven’t seen MST3K?!”, I die a little inside because I also enjoy that show, and I’m not indignant about it, and you’re an embarrassment.  Your nerd pride is sullying all the very few benefits you and your so-called nerd brethren are privy to.

America cannot survive by nerds alone.  This world needs people who don’t realize that Weird Al also wrote a bunch of original songs.  These people enter your data and talk to your customers.  They are your customers.  They raise the kids that will be your kids’ classmates.  They vote.  So drop the condescending tone and pretend you know what social cues and fashion are.

Which brings me to my next point: just because a person is an expert at something does not make that person a nerd.  I realize this is semantics, but nerds are nerds because they’ve been shunned by popular society.  When it became cool to wear thick plastic glasses, it ceased being nerdy to wear thick plastic glasses.  This is the way it has to be.  Go ahead and learn Perl, but you’re not a nerd until you know Perl and you sing TV theme songs at work without realizing it bugs the shit out of people around you.

So you go to Renaissance  Faires in costume and get drunk.  Maybe you hack Super Nintendo roms.  Or you consider yourself a theatre nerd, or a football nerd, or a food nerd.  At least you have a hobby that brings you out into the light every now and then.  You have your nerd pride but deep down you don’t think of yourself as uncool.

But imagine the people that you, a cool nerd, shun.  The coworkers who never hang out.  The smelly guys with no personality.  The loud eaters who pick their asses at bus stops.  These are nerds.  They don’t even have to know Perl.  Why are you defending these people?

Look, I own and play an orange ukulele.  I do improv comedy.  I’m adapting a film into poetry.  But I’m not a nerd.  I’m a square with interests.  And so are most of the self-proclaimed nerds I know.

Nerds aren’t ironic.  You are*.  Nerds are not proud of themselves.  You are.  If everyone who likes computers and felt vulnerable during adolescence is a nerd, then no one is.

*(This includes tweeting about nerdy things you’ve done to let everyone know how nerdy you just were.  “Imagine!  I just did that!  Ha!”)

Coined the term "hip-hopera". Also coined the term "narcissistic crap-fest of suckness".

Man, I spent almost an hour watching this. I didn’t even get to the end of the episodes that have been released (more have been promised/threatened). But it was worth it.

If you aren’t familiar, here’s Wikipedia’s reliable description:

Trapped in the Closet is an urban opera, R&B opera, or hip-hopera released by contemporary R&B singer R. Kelly in 2005. The songs relate an ongoing narrative, which Kelly and Jive Records promoted by releasing each chapter to radio stations one at a time.

Weird Al and South Park did parodies of it (the latter on the infamous Scientology-baiting episode also named “Trapped in the Closet”).

"One: I'm gonna shoot you both. Two: I'm gonna cap some bitch!"

Characters and locations weave in and out of the episodes, each of which ends in a crazy cliff-hanger, the characters pulling guns and mouthing sung obscenities at each other for no reason, all at the mercy of R. Kelly’s dubious-at-best-rhymes.

A friggen’ midget (I would say “little person”, but then I’m politically correct) is introduced to the “narrative”, just because the word “rhymes” with twisted. Here’s the lyric in full:

Now pause the movie ’cause what I’m about to say to ya’ll is so damn twisted,
Not only is there a man in his cabinet, but the man is a MIDGET!

Anyway, if you have 40 minutes to kill on some stupid but entertaining crap (who doesn’t?), check out the first 12 chapters on Google Video. It’s better than paying for it.

Then check out the Weird Al parody, and the South Park episode, if you haven’t already.

Bom dia… Boa tarde, garotos e garotas!

Cá estamos de volta com mais um #musicmonday, desta vez um pouco atrasado, mas isto se deve ao tal do horário de verão, o meu relógio biológico ficou completamente desnorteado…

Ok, é mentira, eu fiz esse post de última hora mesmo (pra variar), pois sou um sujeito muito trabalhadeiro. Por consequência, o texto está uma porcaria, então eu, se fosse você, não clicaria ali embaixo onde diz “Leia o resto deste post »”.

Tem certeza? Ok, vamos lá então. Mas prometo que na próxima quinzena vou me dedicar mais a essa coluna.

Devido ao DITADOR do blog já estar cobrando o texto avançado do horário, hoje o texto será curto. Vou apenas citar algumas bandas que existem não somente para fazer música, mas também para divertir. Nem tudo é paródia, como diz no título, mas o que importa é a graça que fazem.

Beatallica

O Beatallica [cuidado, o site toca música sozinho] nasceu como uma brincadeira de dois amigos que resolveram tocar músicas dos Beatles numa levada mais ‘Metallica’. Adicionaram alguns mash-ups e toques de ironia às letras e viraram uma banda de sucesso.

Weird Al Yankovic

Weird Al é conhecido por suas músicas satirizando a cultura popular e suas paródias de músicas contemporâneas.

Mamonas Assassinas

Os Mamonas dispensam apresentações. Fizeram sucesso estrondoso pelos idos de 1995, e morreram no auge da fama. Se você não foi num show deles, você não teve infância.

Massacration

O Massacration nasceu como uma esquete do programa Hermes e Renato, da MTV. Porém o quadro fez tanto sucesso que a banda saiu para o “mundo real”, se apresentando inclusive em grandes festivais de música.

Nanowar

O Nanowar é um grupo italiano de heavy metal cômico, ou seja, eles zoam os metaleiros tocando metal. Não é muito conhecida, nem mesmo por mim.

Desenhos animados

Algumas das paródias mais engraçadas são feitas através de dublagens de desenhos animados. caioloki é mestre nisso.

Cassio e Lucas

Há alguns anos, quando o RU da universidade ainda não era informatizado, alguns jovens passavam seu tempo escrevendo besteiras em vez de estudar. Daí nasceu o mp3 abaixo.

Cassio e Lucas – Com Licença, Cidadão

Hoje encerro por aqui. Espero que ainda tenha crédito para que vocês voltem na próxima quinzena!
Não esqueçam-se de:
* Mandar sua fotinho para cafecomritalina@hotmail.com escrito “Eu leio CCR”!;
* Conversar com a gente no grupo do chat: group308100@groupsim.com !

Até mais!

Despite being out of office for nearly a year, former President Bush is the person most Americans blame for the recent “Balloon Boy” hoax, according to a recent Wacky Deli News Poll.

A solid 56 percent of Americans said Bush was most responsible for the incident, followed by the “Liberal Media” at 22 percent and the boy’s con artist parents and Weird Al Yankovic at 11 percent respectively.

Average Americans contacted by the Wacky Deli during “man on the street” interviews” seemed vehement at Bush’s culpability for the high-flying drama, and were unswayed at the total lack of evidence that the former president was in any way involved.

“Oh Bush was behind this somehow, you just watch,” said Sue Ellen Barbachuck of Grand Rapids, Michigan. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he and Cheney’s Halliburton friends were the ones who REALLY made the balloon and staged its crash to distract our attention from the investigations of their torture policies.”

Others apparently believe that while Bush wasn’t directly involved, his lackluster leadership contributed to the incident.

“He was in there for what – eight years? He had plenty of time to address the longstanding problem of publicity-seeking parents who fool the public into thinking their kids are flying around in balloons,” said Ed Barry of Newark, New Jersey. “This is just another instance of Bush asleep at the switch.”