“you know uh….was wonderin…if..if you could keep on…cause the force…has alot of power… and…you…you make me feel like…you make me feel like…WOOOOO”
I’ve listened to this song for years, and I honestly love it. But damn that spoken opening section still kinda creeps me out. The force has alot power? Is MJ a fucking Jedi? Who is he talking to? Anyway, besides the opening, I can’t really tell what’s going on in this tune. The chorus sounds like “Keep on..when the pump stuff” and as for the rest of the song I just guess while singing in a strong falsetto. Just use a lot of vowels and occasionally say “WOOOO” or “OOOOOH” and you will appear to be making an admirable sing-through.
“FOR GOOD HEALTH USE BEE POLLEN.” OK. I think I’ll digest this bee’s sperm (pollen is the sperm of plants), and I will become a better person through this. Wait a minute, since when do bees make pollen?
So I never really understood what railguns are. I recently read this news byte and thought it was pretty interesting. I copied the essential elements out of the article I found off the Army’s newsfeed, which is taken from major newspapers around the nation. I meant to get the source, but forgot before closing out.
The Navy’s railgun is basically a long tube lined with two copper alloy rails. When charged by an enormous pulse of electricity, these rails exert a tremendous force that sends an inert projectile out at incredible speed.
And the more juice generated, the more muzzle velocity the weapon has and the farther and faster the projectile can go. Read the rest of this entry »
I have often pondered why there are so many songs in the popular vernacular that are simultaneously hard to understand. Many of them have a singable tune about them, for which I attempt to sing along. Upon such encounters, I realize that I have no fucking idea what i’m trying to sing, just a jumble of syllables and an occasional “Baaaaby!” at the end of a phrase. This realization has inspired me to create a new series of posts that honor these instances in popular confusion.
The first honoree is not a very well known song by a band who is very well known for their one-hit-wonder “Come On Eileen”. ”What She’s Like” by Dexys Midnight Runners was on the follow up album to Too-Rye-Ay, the album known for their one hit. The new album flopped, the band dissipated, etc., but what most people don’t know is how fucking sweet the album actually is. ”What She’s Like” is one of the shining gems from the band’s last album and has a video that is almost as confusing as the lyrics (see Dexys frontman literally floating down the streets of Manhattan). As you have probably figured out, the song is damn hard to understand without the help of lyrics by your side. And I honestly fucking challenge you to try and listen to the songs with the lyrics, you’ll still be grasping for realization of whatever he’s trying to say.
It has been weeks since I attended the South Carolina Democratic Debates in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, but the resounding messages that were heard there still make their way into my thoughts. One of my passions is documenting events as they happen, so that I can look back and realize how profound those moments truly were. While the battles behind the walls of the Palace Theater were hours from being fought, the fierce battle on the outside had begun. So, with my camera I give a perspective view of what these groups on the outside were saying. Perhaps the most verbal of the groups was the organization I traveled down with, a coalition of student leaders promoting a clean energy future. In this short video presentation you can see the direct opposition posed from the group Clean Coal. Read the rest of this entry »
The Writers Guild of America has asked it’s members to ratify the new contract deal and END THE STRIKE. After three months of “Deal or No Deal” (which I was starting to like) the light at the end of the tunnel is visible. “The Office”, “Scrubs”, and possibly a full 16 episode season of “Lost” (as opposed to the 8 episode heart attack version we were supposed to receive this spring) are in our nearish future.
The news of the strike ending has conjured the question of how we pop-culture enthusiasts survived the decay of thoughtful television and the rise of “people doing stupid shit fo’ real” (see the new AmericanGladiators). I have personally been watching a preponderance of material “on the online”, such as full seasons of “Curb your Enthusiasm”, “Lost” and various other shows that I have longed after for some time now. Others may have lost themselves into the abyss of “Celebreality” that Video Hits One can crank out even faster without writers. Being reeled in by the question of which gross-ass ninja-turtle-ass fake-ass “hussy” has never been my cup of tea (I’m lying, how can I quote Chance from “I Love New York” without watching it, damn), but it is understandable why we would subject ourselves to this in times of famine.