Hey there, ADD generation! No time? No patience? TL;DR? Well, let me sum it up for you with a list. Not wait: let me sum up other people’s lists for you. Nothin’ like a bit of reflection, and a bit of listin’. Like a bit of nostalgia? Let’s go walking down memory lane: commiserating, evaluating, assessing, digressing… clicking… skimming, denouncing, renouncing. Got culture fatigue yet? I sure have, but I saved all these links just for you, even though looking back on the decade was so first week of December.
Oh good grief, I’m experiencing list fatigue. I totally lost enthusiasm for this list after viewing so many much more awesome ones over the past few weeks. The lone factor distinguishing this one is exhausting the capabilities of my poor, poor MyDocuments folder. New Year’s Res: delete that shit in 2010 and clear some E:\ space! Ugh. Keen to move on from this damn decade! Ok, here we go. Numeros 4, 3, 2 & 1. I know you’ve been waiting for it…
via Yes and Yes, a great edit of a bunch of pop culture references. A very happy making song- with a lotta Billy Murray! And who doesn’t love Bill Murray? I am going to watch Zombieland soon- have you seen it?
1,2,1,2,3,4
We accept her, one of us, we accept her, one of us!
Gooble gobble gooble gobble!
We accept her, we accept her!
We accept her, one of us, we accept her, one of us!
Gooble gobble gooble gobble!
We accept her, we accept her!
(We-we) we came, we saw, we kicked it’s ass,
I was testing you – and you passed,
Dental plan! Lisa needs braces,
Be required to fart on a regular basis,
I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,
Channel 13 – Eyewitness news!
Robocop, who is he?
Dead or alive you’re coming with me.
In a hurry to be fed, beady eyes and big blue head.
I’m telling the truth Doc, you gotta believe me,
Why does everything I whip leave me?
My beautiful chocolate! Candy is dandy,
Fava beans and a nice Chianti,
You can count on Slippery Pete,
Suicide will be nice and neat!
I didn’t build the Panama canal,
Open the pod bay doors please, HAL,
These aren’t the droids you’re looking for,
These aren’t the droids we’re looking for,
I am not a number I am a free man!
Rosebud.
To The Idiotmobile!
Right away Michael,
I-I-I-I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered.
We came, we saw, we kicked it’s ass,
You don’t understand I coulda had class,
Round and tasty on a bun,
Ooh Zippy look what you’ve done!
Finally! Cast off those lines!
No, I’ve been nervous lots of times,
Red Rum! What’s the matter honey?
Just robbed Boss Hogg all of his money!
We came, saw, we kicked it’s ass,
Writing checks your body can’t cash,
I was elected to lead, not read,
I feel the need – the need for speed,
Watch out for snakes, a good man’s loafer,
HQ – my hat looks like a muffin – over,
My god it’s full of stars,
There was no driver in the car..
In the car (repeat)
Well you see I’m in hot pursuit!
There are only two things I love in this world – everybody and television!
#The Simpsons
#Run With Us!
Ugh – you must be shrooming,
Wait for me Moomin!
Cross live to meet the host of that show, Meat Boy,
I want to go to there.
We came, we saw, we kicked it’s ass,
An oil tycoon – like a.. moustache,
Nice beaver! I just had it stuffed,
I don’t give a shit, close enough,
Where’s me washboard? I’ll get me coat,
Y-y-y-you’re gonna need a bigger boat,
What’d she say? I think she bought it,
Suck it monkeys! I’m goin’ corporate!
C’mon let’s take a drive! A drive?
Number 5 is alive!
It’s only a laugh, no harm done,
Pickles, french fries, yum yum yum,
Bueller, Bueller, Bueller,
It’s 2 degrees cooler,
The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long,
Six words in the whole song.
We-we-we accept her, one of us, we accept her, one of us!
Gooble gobble gooble gobble!
We accept her, we accept her!
You are number 6 5 4 3 2
I am not a number, I am a free man
We came, we saw, we kicked it’s ass,
Give me my 20,000 in cash,
We came, we saw, we kicked it’s ass,
I think you woke up the dead with that blast
We came, we saw, we kicked it’s ass,
I think fast, I talk fast,
We came, we saw, we kicked it’s ass,
Lois, this is not my Batman glass
I feel slightly unqualified to deliver this edition of TTPCGOTN this week, people, so again I have delayed behind schedule. Unfortunately, clunky, uncool acronyms did not make the top ten, or even the top fifty. Despite my weariness, we must press on with these Goliaths. They weigh on me so heavy, it is like shrugging a heavy burden off my shoulders with each Goliath we count down!
It’s the hump numbers, 6 & 5! Who will it be? I can tell you, it’s going to be CONTROVERSIAL.
It’s that time of the year again, folks. There are visibly more turkeys and puddings being made on the food channel, the staff at your local department store look a little too freshly employed and a lot more stressed out, and everywhere you go, carols are blaring (or if they’re compassionate, they alternate between carols and ordinary muzak). Relatives start wondering where you will be for the next few weeks, advertisement jingles are sounding more upbeat, and you’re beginning to see why people need all that October-released Christmas paraphernalia.
Cynicism is in the air, folks. Joy too, of course. Joy and joy and hope and peace and love and joy, and wonderful wonderful bah humbugs. All in the name of celebrating the birth of a savior, or family and friends (a Thanksgiving 2.0, if you please, or Thanksgiving for non-US nations), or just pure capitalism. It’s unavoidable, so you might as well embrace it– But hey, who says you have to do it the traditional way? I’ve read an interview somewhere that the late Dimebag Darrell threw the most epic Christmas party one year, where the room was a rioting mess and there was a tree stuck upside-down on the ceiling or something. Lord knows how one manages that (think about all the spilling decorative bits… I quite like my cocktails clean), but the point is this: Make this Christmas a bearable for yourself. Sure, it’s selfish, but society needs the sanity.
Of course, everybody has their ways of coping, which is why I’m not here to hand you a 10-step guide to surviving Christmas (isn’t that a movie, by the way?). I’m perfectly happy being second (or third) best, because that’s my job around these parts– to provide you with a range of either physical or virtual material goods in the world of pop that will blow your Christmassy mind, be it cynical or rather joyful; good, bad or ugly. There’s something for (almost) everyone. So here it is, your 12 Days of Christmas: Pop-culture style.
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