27 posts tagged “novelty recordings”
"People ask me how I do it
And I say there's nothing to it.
You just stand there looking cute,
and if something moves: you shoot."
Item 1: We really liked it when Project Runway started before Fashion Week, so that even if you knew who the final three were, at least we could fool ourselves that it was some closely guarded corporate secret, and not something that several hundred people are just keeping slightly mum about. Additionally, not even you guys knew who was actually going to win it until Fashion Week. There was still an air of uncertainty about the whole thing. Maintaining this facade becomes increasingly difficult for me each week, and seriously, I'm starting to not care.
Item 2: You make us watch a commercial before you let us WATCH A COMMERCIAL for your show? Fuck you in your gaping eye socket.
Item 3: I have finally accepted that Ricky is a fucking goldmine of points. Someone on my team is going up in flames tonight, but I don't think I care. Our Team is called "Drama Fo' Yo' Mama" and I'm sticking to that as my modus operandi.
P.S. Someone posted Chet Baker in their Vox. Consider this my retaliation.
Really, I'll just leave it to your own imaginations to come up with the obscene smack talk for this round.
P.S. Spaceghost isn't impressed with your cheese alarm.
Placemats or not, I hate that friggen song! That's it, missy, U.S.S. Mook is on RED ALERT!
P.S. Don't forget to pick your place in our group photo.
Rhonda? Rhonda? Where is that blasted woman! She's tidied up, and I can't find anything. Honestly, you can't find good help these days!
Never let it be said that I am unresponsive. Besides, if I don't post this, I suspect Valley Girl Inteligensia will find a picture of me on the internet and write a post about how I am fat and badly dressed. Admittedly, they're both true, but I prefer not to have it publicized.
Well, it seems that the dust is finally settling from the big drinking song death match, and so I would like to take this time to apologize (albeit halfheartedly) to anyone who's neighborhood view was overrun with our madness. On the other hand, this should demonstrate that I am an entirely irresponsible blogger who will likely post anything that strikes his fancy, whether or not I think it's in the public interest.
Depending on how you look at it, I'm either doing this as a consolation prize or as further proof that I will never stop posting inane bits about my best pal and his artistic endeavors. That is, at least until someone hires his sorry ass. I found these two tracks while trying to find songs about tea. They have nothing to do with tea, but one of them does have those three letters in the title.
In June 2001, while working at Funny Garbage, Devin imagined some N'Sync-as-Mermaids pop tunes to go with the official company entry into Coney Island's Mermaid parade. What with Coney itself on the chopping block under a developer's knife, I don't know how many more mermaid parades there are going to be. Maybe the whole enterprise will migrate south and colonize some forgotten corner of the New Jersey shore, only to live again, and maybe it'll actually manage to survive intact where it is as a historical preserve. Anyway, without further adieu, I give you N'Sink!
