So with everyone screwing around with martinis lately, I thought it was my turn to make a nice simple drink… and bastardise a martini while I was at it.
Porfidio is probably out of the price range for most people...
Presenting the Tequilatini (patent pending)
OK, I lied… I’m too cheap to apply for patents, so my best ideas get stolen regularly. (more…)
Ok, I lied.
Or at least misled you. He’s actually trying to get back in the black, financially speaking, and as such is doing a series of over priced concerts in London in July, so his music was playing pretty non stop on the radio after the announcement.
This brought back many a nostalgic memory from when I was a young boy and very much liked Michael Jackson. Back when he was still black, and attractive. As a young boy, I’m sure he would have liked me to. Even now, as weird as he may or may not be, he has a wonderful singing voice… It’s such a pity that such a great artist also happens to be bat shit insane.
Like the time he flew off the deep end when he found out that people were ripping off his music with this Internet thing. I wonder if he ever found out about the amazing rip off of Thriller?
Having watched it back to back with the original video, whilst the music is fucking terrible, those whacky Indians at least got the dance moves and crotch padding right.
I’m still waiting for an Indian version of Invaders Must Die.
It's ok B-9, you're in a place where you there's no danger, and you don't have to flail your arms around no more *sniff*
It seems that B-Grade cult celebrities just can’t stop dying this year. I mean, we had the warlock from Fantasy Island, and Betty Page popped off only a week ago (I tried to write a post about it, but when it ended up being over a thousand words long and none of it seemed bad enough to cut, I figured it was too long for most people).
And now the traigc passing of Bob May, best known for playing Robot B9 in Lost in Space, died yesterday.
A lot of you have absolutely no idea who is, but you’d definitely remember him flailing his arms about as Dick Tufield (the voice actor) screamed “Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!” from somewhere off camera every time Johnathan Harris (Dr Smith) got close to Billy Mum (Will Robinson).
"Will, my dear boy, can you guess why my trousers are in absentia!?"
B-9 was quite possibly the arcehtype for a lot of the other robots out there. Elements of his design and personality are clearly evident in other more modern and equally (if not more) famous robots, such as Marvin the Paranoid Android. Let’s face it, 1960s robots were clearly classy, even if amazingly useless in their design. I mean, why pretend to have legs if you’re clearly getting around on wheels? Surely caterpillar treads would have been far more efficient, and would have provided a base that allowed for storage of many more useful items, and possibly an armament.
Of course, the real tragedy is that now the B-9’s that you could purchase and own for yourself at www.lostinspacerobot.com have become that much more tragic and endearing.
I think the real tragedy is that no one has attempted to kill that stupid robot that’s Nova FMs logo.
Being Austrian, and having the audience applaud because they think it’s all part of the wonderful show.
So, I did a bit of stage craft during my formative years. At what point in theater do you actually need a real blade that has been sharpened to the point where you can still slice open huamn flesh with relative ease?
Fact of the matter is that human flesh is amazingly sensitive. It takes a really fine blade to not notice how sharp something is. Way I figure it, someone clearly wanted this guy to slash his own throat, and then blame it on a bit of Brandon Lee Oopsie Daisy.
The ballsiest thing about this whole piece of drama is that hte guy gets back up on stage to do it again the next night.
