July 02, 2009

FANTASY

In each one of these videos, I kept hoping that the victim would immediately return fire with a large semi-automatic handgun:

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July 01, 2009

DRAKE IS TOTALLY CHALLENGING MY PERCEPTION OF HIM

DrakeThe rapper Drake is about as concrete as they get: He has shit and he wants shit, including money, nice things, and your pussy. He describes what he wants and what he'll do with it. Sometimes he talks about his superiority. Other times he talks about obstacles to acquiring the things he wants. But generally his rhymes dwell on shit that is possible to acquire in the physical realm.

Except, y'know, this line from "Best I Ever Had":

And you ain't even have to ask twice/You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice/Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life/Have a nigga thinkin' that he met you in a past life

"A past life," as in "reincarnation?" Damn, that's some metaphysical graffiti right there. My initial reaction was, "he thinks like this when he gets high," but I realized that it's possible he just wrote that shit off the cuff, without concern for the dissonance it creates. So I'm gonna save his bacon right now. Here's how Drake should play it, if anybody asks about his spirituality: "Yo, I talk about that past life shit not because I'm into Hindu or whatever, but because I want money and your pussy in that past life, too."

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June 30, 2009

PRESENTED WITHOUT COMMENT

Dolly Parton's video diary entry on the parting of Michael Jackson:

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PROGRAMMING NOTE

If you were up in this piece today, you might've seen some crazy malfunctionz, including some pictures that didn't belong here. This glitch was not user-error. The appropriate officials have been upbraided.

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June 29, 2009

PROSTITUTION WHORE

Prostitution_whore

As far as catch phrases go, this one has legs as long as a 5'11" stripper. Thank you Teresa, real housewife of New Jersey, for saying it. And thank you Danielle, real skank of New Jersey, for prompting Teresa to say it. The applications are endless. Use it on your housewives, your momz, your boyfriends, your kids, your bosses. Doesn't matter what the situation is. Burned your toast? "Prostitution whore." Windows Vista is acting up? "Prostitution whore." Somebody is watching a Bravo reality show while an important sporting event is on? "Prostitution whore." Don't let go, people. It's a keeper, and the world is full of prostitution whores.

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June 26, 2009

HISTORY LESSON, CONTINUED

There were a few years when "Michael Jackson" was punk code for "all that is wrong with the music industry." So, because the tag line of Yer Cesspool is ripped off from The Minutemen -- and I occasionally feel obligated to rep their shit properly -- I present D.Boon/Mike Watt/George Hurley, "Political Song For Michael Jackson To Sing." Now go make some loud musical noises, all you nostalgic sproutlings. The battle never ends.

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June 25, 2009

EVEN THIS GUY IS GONNA GET SO LAID TONIGHT

The worst Michael Jackson impersonator needs nookie, too, y'all.

UPDATE: I realize why people are celebrating him so heartily in death. We finally get to remember him exactly the way we want to, without fresh heaps of bullshit getting in the way.

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June 24, 2009

WHEN I LOOK AT THESE MARK SANFORD E-MAILS ...

... I start to hear Enigma's "Sadness, Pt. 1" in my head.

That is, various chunks of this hot mess, such as this silly nugget:

In the meantime please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.

... should be read aloud, and reverently, to this colossally unsexy '90s bullshit:

Enigma 

HE GOTS AWESUM BONERZ UNDERNEATH THA DESK.

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June 23, 2009

THINGS ARE EXACTLY AS I REMEMBERED THEM

10cc

Creeping toward middle age has increased my tolerance for things that originally had succumbed to my penchant for stereotyping. E.L.O.? I used to think they existed solely for the mustachioed cokeheads and partytime alcoholics that constituted the nation of "rock fans" in the late '70s. Now I'm down with Jeff Lynne. I mean, I'm not breaking out "Don't Bring Me Down" on a regular basis, but I totally get where the fuck it was comin' from.

10cc? Not so much. "The Things We Do For Love" came on the '70s channel this morning (on Music Choice, natch), and for a second, I was prepared to devote some revisionism to it. "Fuck, maybe this song is a stone classic of popcraft, and I should detatch myself from my long-held notions of it," I said to myself. Wrong. That shit is bugged-out and busy, and I found myself numbed by the process of analyzing its structure. If I had barbituates, I would have taken them.

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June 22, 2009

MARION BARRY'S SATURDAY

In the evening, with protestors:

Much later, with Trouble Funk:

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June 19, 2009

ANALYSIS: HBO'S 'TRUE BLOOD'

True Blood

That is true, Anna Paquin.

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June 18, 2009

BEEN THERE, DONE THAT

I agree with most of what Christopher R. Weingarten says here about the net effect of tech on the act of gettin' critically wreck with rekkids. But I reserve a little boo-friggin'-hoo for the part where he talks about it not payin' moneys anymore. Dude, I've written about hundreds of records over two decades for nothin' more than a free copy and "a pat on the head." It kinda sucks, and it kinda doesn't, so welcome to the club. I guess I learned long ago that -- despite what teevee tells you -- not everybody makes a living at doing what they love. Maybe I was just afraid to take the plunge and do it full time. Maybe I had a hunch that the lifestyle wasn't for me. Or maybe life got in the way. Or maybe I wasn't good enough. Anyway, I'd like to think I was more "realist" than "sucker" or "wuss." (And for the times I did get paid good money to review a record, I'm eternally grateful, in hindsight.)

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June 17, 2009

GRAPPLE WITH MY PRESCIENCE

Arty, slow-mo headbanging vids are ALL THE RAGE. Douglas Armour "Flushed & Flamelike, Themselves," directed by Bryce Kass and produced by Daft Arts, aka the Daft Punk dudes:


(h/t to Spin)

As previously seen on Pop Cesspool, other men were on that grind already:

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A MASSIVE CONTRADICTION WITHIN A GOVERNMENT POLICY

L.A. Times on Zicam:

The loss of smell can be "life-threatening," Autor said, because people with impaired smell cannot detect leaking gas or smoke and cannot tell if food has spoiled before they eat it.

Jerks.

They want you to be able to smell farts.

And they want you to be able to smell dangerous, smoky farts.

But they don't want you to eat food that causes really awesome farts.

I'm writing a letter.

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June 16, 2009

THE WORLD IS MOVING TOO FAST AND I WANT TO CRY

I hadn't noticed the Google Chrome thingy-ball until today:

Chrome

I was gonna riff on the Pokémon similarity and the HAL 9000 similarity and the Hacky Sack similarity, because I'm a total fucking geek.

I should've known better. Nerdz got ... there ... first.

Instead, here's a video of gibbons that barely delivers what it promises to deliver:

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June 15, 2009

I SIMPLY PRESENT THE MUSIC OF REAL TIME TO YOU

You must make your own decision about the rapper:

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June 12, 2009

THE ONLY POST ABOUT ARTHUR KADE YOU WILL EVER SEE ON POP CESSPOOL

Kade

After reading his Phawker interview, I can say this: There are many joys to having a delusional friend. Sure, it sucks when the asshole makes egotistical or narcissistic decisions that infringe on the logical flow of things or simply violate your sense of good taste. But true douchebags also tend to be pretty tough. Strangely loyal, even. You can make fun of them and fuck with them, but if they have decided your friendship is worth maintaining -- for whatever unfathomably narcissistic reason -- they will keep coming back. You can't count on them for anything, but their need for attention allows you to be exceptionally cruel, and they'll probably savor it, because your cruelty only means that *they* don't have to expend any energy being self-critical. You're a sub-contractor. Your compensation is the freedom to say whatever you want about that person, to put it on the record, to laugh at how accurate you are. The awesome asshole Arthur Kade has given this opportunity to you, and if you don't embrace it, you are a terrible friend.

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June 11, 2009

I'M CRANKY TODAY

Maow

If you're speaking in a relatively formal or professional setting to a group of people (or you're talking to somebody about his or her colleagues or associates), please don't refer to the group as "you guys," especially if there are females in the mix. It makes you sound clumsy and lazy.

But if you casually use "dude" in a gender-neutral way, I'm fine with that.

WRONG: "Do you guys think you'll be done picking a new pope today?" or "What are you guys doing about that genocide thing?"

RIGHT: "Dude, did you get an epidural when you were in labor?" or "Dude, your boobs are awesome."

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June 10, 2009

AMUSEMENTS

If I'm gonna listen to a talking head go off on some political/media/academia/insider shit, I want it to be this sassy every time, even if it's just a pissing match. Here I am now, entertain me. That said, I wouldn't want Ill Doctrine to roll the way Star & Buc Wild do. I can't fill my day up with hard-boiled haters. Only part of my day. Vid:

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June 09, 2009

MUST'VE BEEN FILMED BEFORE THE ECONOMY WENT TO SHIT

Hammertime / Hammerpants

I'm not sure how long this has been out there, but when I watch it, I get sad, because I see dozens of people doing a distracting dance with baggy pants on, and as far as I can tell, none of them are shoplifting anything.

I would've at least left with a pair of boxers or socks or something like that.

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STUFF I RECENTLY REMOVED FROM MY FRIDGE DOOR

Fridge

Click to enlarge. I'm particularly sad to retire the Snuggle head. Maybe I'll put him back.

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June 08, 2009

AGGREGATED CONTENT FROM THE 2009 ROOTS FAMILY PICNIC

I'm mostly doin' this because I went to the thing, but I didn't see the whole thing, and I wanna make sure I look at all of this stuff eventually:

Jon Valania's review for Rolling Stone.
Phawker's photo set.
Philly City Paper posts: * | * | * (From Critical Mass blog)
Review from The Boombox.
Dallas Penn on XXL.
Roundup from The Tripwire.
Video of Kid Cudi's performance from 2dopeboyz.
Always Hustle: photos | video
Gothamist's roundup.
From Philly.com: * | * | * | * | *
Blurt magazine review.
Jambase.com roundup.

Found another one? Add it in the comments.

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June 05, 2009

THIS IS THE 2,002nd POST ON THIS BLOG

YAY! PIZZA PARTY!

I'm thinking that maybe it's time to go out like Mike Schmidt, y'know, shut this shit down while I'm still in mid-season form. I'm definitely too lazy to do some sort of wistful retrospective. (It also doesn't help that I fired the marketing department in 2004.) But I can recite the career arc pretty easily. Since I birthed this beast way back in the Land Before Lolcats, this has how things have developed:

1. WTF! INTERNET WEIRD THING!

2. INSPIRATION TO SEVERAL NASCENT BLOGGERS

3. WHY IS HE STILL DOING THAT BLOG?

4. PLACE WHERE PEOPLE COME WHEN THEY GOOGLE 'SWEATPANTS MONEY' OR 'HIPSTERS.JPG'

5. FUCK YOU, I'M A HAPPY AUTONOMEDIA PRACTITIONER

6. PEOPLE ONLY READ IT IF I PUT THE LINK ON TWITTER

7. AT LEAST PEOPLE ARE READING IT

THE CRUX: How is your blog doing?

THE CONCLUSION: The Cesspool is a cute little mole on the ass-end of the Internet, and if I cut it off, it'll just grow back. It's like a möbius strip of co-dependency up in here, I tell ya.

So, y'know, in the coming weeks, I hope to produce another edition of The Secret History of Pop Cesspool, as well as another brilliant volume of Pump The Lyrical.

Come back and keep me honest, yo.

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DEAR L.A.: WHILE YOU WERE PROLONGING YOUR KOBE-GASM ...

... the Phils were in yr Chavez Ravine, killing yr dudes:

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June 04, 2009

MOBY SHOULD NAME HIS NEXT ALBUM ...

... Moby Doin' Work.

THE BACKGROUND INFORMATION FOR THIS TORTUROUS PUN CAN BE FOUND HERE.

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June 03, 2009

OSAMA BIN LADEN: THE MC CAREER-ARC ANALYSIS

He's like Ice-T, after the "Cop Killer" years, but before the "Law & Order" gig really got going. That is, OBL is the tuckered-out supervillain who has been bogarting the microphone because no other MC has taken up the mantle of "scourge of the Man." Cap'n Qaeda needs an Eminem* to shake him loose so he can stop faking the hardass front.Obl

* Eminem, meanwhile, needs to find his "Law & Order" gig.**
** This begs the question, "Who is Eminem's Eminem?" I didn't think about that.

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June 02, 2009

I'M GONNA TREAT THIS LIKE TUMBLR FOR LIKE 30 SECONDS

Posted this comment over at Summer Bleeding:

Best use of Mystikal ever: I was at a hardcore matinee at a VFW in NoVa sometime circa '00, and the PA person kept slapping on No Limit-ish stuff, including Mystikal's "Let's Get Ready." Kids knew.


I'll admit it, I've broken out the "I Got The Hook Up" soundtrack at least once in the last 6 months.

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