France, underpants.

A clip from Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, now playing at the big Mission multiplex (we saw a fabulous matinee just this afternoon)!
Our story so far:
Rikki is telling the story of how he met his fiancee. He's in Paris, he has no money to pay his hotel bill, he leaves his bags and lottery ticket with the (hot hot!) hotel manager to go back to England and get the money. *gasp* While in London, Rikki finds out he won the lottery (second prize: ticket to hollywood!), and speeds back to Paris, having solemnly promised his boss that he'll bring back the prize. Meanwhile, hotel manageress has fallen in love with him and is very disappointed that all he wants is a ticket to hollywood, rather than a ticket into her pants. He then sings a hilarious song, the gist of which is "Please love me, hot lady, or at least give me my ticket to hollywood!"
As you can see, she's very sassy about it.

Addicted to Pinatas

The Ray-Bans, they slay me. But it's the sweater vest that really puts me over the edge. Sweater-vest? Sweatervest? Whatever it is, it's fabulous.

slo-mo violence

It's good to see the old board get the sendoff it deserves. And that laugh - that laugh haunts my dreams.

Happy Mother's Day

This video post is especially for mum, who loves Steely Dan so much she almost named me Aja, but was vetoed. Sad.

Mum loves Walter, she loves Donald, and she loves them best when they combine forces to funk their way into all of our hearts. This particular selection is a Donald only, though, because there's a slight chance she's never heard it before.

There's an even better chance she's never seen this totally awesome miniature robot nightmare video, which is by Michel Gondry (that part of the post is for me - I love that little French dude with everything I've got).

jog for global harmony

My walkman (!) is so bulky. I prefer the mix my brain provides as I run down the street in the morning. For whatever reason (probable reason: AWESOMENESS), I've had this song on infinite loop for the past week or so, and it's done wonders for my motivation.

I do not look nearly as bitchin' as the Pointer Sisters do, but I still feel like I could run forever. The only flaw: it is very difficult to do the funky hip-and-shoulder shimmy while jogging. I recommend trying anyway, because if you accidentally succeed, can world peace be far behind?

Goldfish

We watched a few episodes of this while on vacation last week, and boy was it terrific. Apart from Mitch, the most annoying ape of all time, and Jimmy, the depressed woman disguised as a little boy. Other than that it was fan-effing-tastic.

Explaining Tuesday

My favourite rhyme here is "tequila" with "disappeeah".

Odd how this little cautionary tale carries that unmistakeable mood with it - you know, the one that says "hey, let's all go get hammered."