Monthly Archives: September 2011

If “Community” Had The Marketing Campaign for “Whitney”: A Better World

Depending on where you live, Whitney billboards are dominating your life. In Los Angeles, they’re so numerous they’re reaching maddening levels. I see five on the mile drive back home every day. The general Nonstop Karate consensus is that Whitney Cumming’s show looks as bad as her marketing campaign. We could be wrong! Heath Ledger was a good Joker! Who could’ve known? Chris Nolan. Shut up.

Community is excellent. Good lord, is it a well made show. Now imagine is Dan Harmon’s Little Show That Could had gotten 1/10th of the marketing money as Whitney. Having trouble imagining that? Here, let me help you. Read the rest of this entry


Music History: The Golden Age of Terrible White People Rap

Chet Haze: “Ushering in the new Golden Age of Terrible White People Rap”

We’ve come to a point in America where hip hop is probably the most popular form of music, at least for teenagers currently growing up in the states.  It has embedded itself every facet of our society and you’d be hard pressed to find a corner of the country where people don’t listen to it on a daily basis or even worse, don’t acknowledge it as a viable art form. I personally grew up in an era where rap music was still having it’s growing pains as it began to infiltrate Top 40 radio.  Gangster rappers actually murdered each other, for a week MC Hammer was the richest man on the planet, and old white people were terrified that these young black men would defile their daughters and steal their good china right in front of their very eyes.
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Dave Chappelle Is Back: Performance at Def Comedy Jam

Chappelle’s started popping back up in the comedy scene; from doing random pop-ins to gracing terrible radio DJs with interviews, Dave seems to be coming back.

We acknowledge Dave doesn’t want video of his standup circulating while he’s working on it, but performing to thousands of people is a little different than a charity theater. Enjoy a legend working on his material.

Parts 2 and 3 after the jump.


Breaking Down What Kind of Man Nicki Minaj Wants Through “Super Bass”

“Super Bass” is a catchy song. And Nicki Minaj has an ass that won’t quit… giving me boners! ::looks for a high-five from no one::

You might find yourself wanting to win Nicki Minaj’s heart or sexual organs. I’ve done some careful calculations, analyzed her hit single and established the areas of priority Minaj looks for in a man. Unfortunately, hot fashion and money seems to be winning over an appreciation of Proust. Welcome to the harsh reality of the dating world, internet.

Breakdown of the song (with explanations of terminology)

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The Strange Case of The “Shut Up, Little Man!” Phenomenon

When evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins coined the word “meme” in his 1976 book The Selfish Gene, he intended it for one, very specific purpose: to describe how ideas or behaviors could spread within a society and change over time through the process of natural selection.

The premise of memetics (or the study of memes) was a simple one: ideas that are interesting and novel tend to flourish and propagate, while the bad ones disappear into obscurity. These “good” ideas are then passed on to other people, who modify them as they try to understand them. They, in turn, bestow their own version of the idea onto others, and the cycle begins anew.  And so it has gone for thousands of years.

But then audio cassettes, camcorders, and the Internet were invented.

Suddenly, anyone could reproduce exact copies of their voice, writing or image with very little cost or difficulty. There was no mutation, only replication.  The tools of mass media were now in the hands of those who consumed it. It was no longer an organic evolution of ideas. It was a revolution.

Dawkins went out the window.

Flash forward thirty years. Today, our concept of a “meme” is usually a grainy video we watched online this morning of a teenager shattering his pelvis in a parkour accident, or perhaps a painfully addictive looping animation of a singing cat with a Pop Tart body zooming through space.

In filmmaker Matthew Bate’s provocative new documentary, Shut Up Little Man! An Audio Misadventure, we’re given a front row seat to the birthing pains of what is now known as the “viral” pop-culture phenomenon, back in the early days of pre-online America.

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The Time Garfield Soared (By Dying In An Apocalypse)

Jim Davis’ Garfield is the rice cake of newspaper comic strips: bland, manufactured by machines, and devoid of all nutrients and artificial sweeteners. It is there to fill you until you get to Foxtrot or Get Fuzzy elsewhere on the page. Amidst the decades of lasagna jokes, there was a week when Jim Davis got deep as a fucking well.

That may be exaggerating, but when the rest of your work has never pushed any boundaries other than perhaps offending The Society Against Seeing Spiders Smashed With A Newspaper, anything of substance like a large leap up.

This brings us to October 23, 1989 wherin Garfield wakes up in a wasteland, left to wander the Earth alone much like a Stephen King gunslinger.

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