Oh, Gary Glitter

Glam god Gary Glitter is in the news yet again… and once again not for anything good. This time he’s accused of shacking up with a 15 year old Vietanamese girl. And that’s after doing time for child porn and getting blacklisted in Cambodia for unstated reasons.

A friend pretty much summed things up with this quote:

Gary is a Freak — banned from Cambodia ????????
That’s like getting arrested for an open container in Camden ~~~~~

Think of that next time you’re chanting along with the “Heys!” in “Rock and Roll Part 2″ at a football game!

And it’s now pretty much impossible to shake your groove thang to Doctorin’ the Tardis without getting creeped out. Let’s just pretend Joan Jett spontaneously invented her sound on her own.

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Link Wray – R.I.P.

A friend just passed on this terrible news… Rock legend Link Wray passed away November 5, 2005.

I’d hoped to post about Link under happier circumstances. I’ll cut to the chase: This is required listening.

Even though his name may be largely unknown outside of rockabilly circles, there’s no question — rock wouldn’t be what it is without Link Wray. He wrote the book on guitar swagger. He made feedback and distortion something to be embraced and inspired countless youths to pick up a six-string and try to tap its raw, cool power. Quite simply, he was a guitar badass.

As legend has it, his ’58 instrumental classic Rumble was banned from airplay on many stations because it’s slow menacing sound was thought to inspire delinquent youths to go wild. That’s how damn good the guy was.

I saw Link play last spring, and you could tell he was pretty frail. Even just from when I’d first seen him in the mid-90s, he seemed like he’d aged a lot. He needed help getting on stage, was hunched over, and was sometimes hard to understand on the mic. But the guy still played like a maniac — black leather, shades, pumping fists, ear-splitting guitar growl — I wish I was one tenth as cool now as he was at 75.

He obvious still loved playing now as much as he did when he first discovered the magic of reverb and feedback. He even threw in a sweet, obscure Elvis croon for good measure, and for some reason that’s what really stuck with me from that show. I don’t even remember what song it was, but you could tell he was pouring all of his love for rock and roll music into it as he honored one of his own idols.

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Extreme Makeover: Star Wars Galaxies Edition

Much like supreme court nominees and people in persistent vegatative states, massively multiplayer onling games tend to create polarizing effects in communities. On one side you have the fanbois, who believe that game devs can do know wrong, and on the other you have people who scream and cry nerf with every little change. When you add in game developers that sometimes seems to go out of their way to antagonize their player bases, you have a recipe for online community anarchy.

Often, the drama that results is far more entertaining than the game. Star Wars Galaxies has been a shining example. For long stretches, this game was virtually unplayable for my characters. Since I had prepaid a year in advance, most of my pleasure came from reading the frequent meltdowns on the game forums and amusing myself with the wacky antics of the dev team.

It wasn’t so much an MMORPG as it was an MMOSO (massively multiplayer online soap opera). Fortunately, there was plenty of fodder to keep the drama fresh. The game has been largely broken since it launched, Sony has been borderline abusive of its customer base, known bugs were pushed to live servers despite tester pleas, every upgrade seemed to break more things than they fixed, and game mechanics were often completely overhauled with little to no warning.

Sony is about to take the drama to a whole new level. In typical fashion, without warning and one day after the release of their Trials of Obi-Wan expansion pack, they have announced a complete overhaul of the game. And this is just 6 momths after the games much villified “combat upgrade” was introduced.

Ot’s probably safe to say that this is the most extensive change a live game has undergone. Ordinarily the scope of the changes would be a whole new product (and in many was, this will be SWG 2). The entire combat system is being changed from turn-based to twitch-based, the professions are pared down from 35 to 9, XP advancement will be largely quest based, and anyone can be a Jedi straight out of the gate (or at least “force sensitive”).

As one of the observers at Cesspit called it, this is Star Wars Galaxies meets Planetside (another view might be a persistent Star Wars Battlefront).

I think this is generally a positive development. There’s no doubt that it’s a Hail Mary play to try to recover whatever base they can from the World of Warcraft asskicking they’ve received. The combat upgrade started moving things closer to the WoW model and the New Game Enhancements (as they’ve been dubbed) take things further. It seems like for once SOE is using their brains and copying from someone who realizes games aren’t supposed to be a second job, as insider reports from F13 indicate that the new system works pretty well and is actually *gasp* FUN!

But I do feel bad for any Creature Handlers that started training their pets under the WoW-ripped-off system that was introduced 2 months ago, after enduring nearly two years of a broken profession. According to the NGE specs, your profession is no longer required.

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Loving the Alien

It’s easy for people to be jaded and bitter these days. Fortunately, you can recapture your childlike innocence. Just think back to the 1980s. The Cold War. Reaganomics. The Challenger explosion. Popes, presidents, and pop stars shot. Yet in the face of these hardships, the world learned to look past its fears and fell in love with a visitor from another planet.

He scared us at first, but soon he won our hearts. Who can forget the adorable alien with a love for candy treats, the power to heal with his mind, and manipulate the environment with seemingly magical powers. Yes, MAC, we need you now more than ever. Who did you think I was talking about?

The 1988 movie “Mac and Me” slipped under many peoples’ radar, but it may be the best corproate-sponsored product placement vehicle ever devised. To this day, few people realize the corporate duping they get when they watch it on TV (assuming people do watch it).

The MAC, you see, is for McDonald’s Corporation. What could be better to pimp on a Happy Meal than a story SANCTIONED by McDonald’s? However, oddly enough, there’s no mention of it in the company’s history timeline.

Mac And Me

MAC and Me

I recall being outraged when I saw the tray liner pimping it at a Buffalo McDonald’s that features a huge stained glass Elvis. The movie was a shameless ET rip-off and corporate plug, which offended both my sensibilities as a consumer and my pride as a former McDonald’s employee.

My rage blinded me to the sheer brilliance and beauty of this film and I failed to lend my box office support. I’ve scorned it when it’s played on TV. But I accidentally caught a bit of a turgid chase scene on Showtime today and I was hooked until the end.

I laughed. I cried. Because I was laughing so hard I could not breathe.

This may be the most hysterical thing I’ve ever written or will write:
SPOILERS AHEAD!

I don’t know where MAC came from exactly. He is most likely an extra-terrestrial, but he also may have crawled up from the depths of the earth (more on that later). In any case, MAC and his family look kind of like a cross between ET and what all kids believe Sea Monkeys are going to look like before finding out that they are brine shrimp.

Pre-Dissapointment Sea Monkeys

They also look a bit, and I’m not trying to be mean here, special. MAC has a lazy eyelid that makes you wonder if he was the kid that had to wear the eye patch in third grade. And as if ripping off ET isn’t bad enough, the MAC clan appears to communicate by whistling Gizmo’s theme song from Gremlins. To be fair, however, MAC actually is pretty cute and the kid actors have an earnest innocent quality.

MAC gives the finger

Anyway, I walk in on the film as a kid in a wheelchair is zipping around a department store while being chased by a bunch of Feds (obviously being played by the film’s financial backers). The main Fed looks like a meaner, older B.J. Honneycutt. MAC is blowing up TVs and electrical appliances as the feds slip and slide, while Wheels’ oblivious mom flirts with a Fed/Store Clerk.

Wheels finally makes a break for the main door and MAC zaps its electronics to delay the pursuers. A fed grabs an exploded TV and throws it through the glass door. This is getting good!

Cut to a van where Wheels’ crew is talking about some crazy escape plan. Even the family is ripped from E.T. Fuax Gertie is saying “It’s going to work.” Faux Michael is saying, “Get closer!” Wait, his name is actually Michael here, too. Jeez, they weren’t even trying!

The person driving the van is the first deviation from the E.T. model — she appears to be McGirlfriend. Yes, Michael’s girlfriend apparently came straight from her 10:00 – 1:45 shift at McDonald’s and is still wearing her uniform. I wonder if she smells like Egg McMuffins or if she has since taken on the aroma of McDLTs.

McGirlfriend is keeping the cool side cool and pulls up next to Wheels, who is racing like a maniac down the street. He must be going around 30 MPH. Half the department store is in hot pursuit.

Michael slides the van door open and reaches out to grab Wheels. Cut to outside the van, where StuntMichael suddenly is sporting a hot pair of Wayfarers.

“Get closer!” InsideTheVanMichael yells, sans glasses.

RiskyBusiness grabs MAC and gets him safely in the van. Then, with one arm, he deftly lifts both the wheelchair AND his brother into the van and slams the door. That kid has some wicked upper-body strength and I’m very jealous. A quick replay reveals, that it may not have been his brother in the chair, but a 40 year old midget.

Everyone is happy, but MAC is hungry! Blowing up TVs with magical powers works up a hearty appetite. Fortunately, the kids are prepared. With Skittles!

Mars, Inc. blew their shot at sponsoring ET with M&Ms, opening the door for Reeses Pieces to jump from also-ran status to breakout snack star. They weren’t about to make the same mistake twice!

MAC tastes the rainbow as McGirlfriend drives into the desert through one of those huge windmill farms. I’ve been near some myself on the highway between Palm Springs and L.A. and right before I saw them I was thinking, “Damn, it’s windy out here,” as I fought to keep my rented Neon on the road.

For some reason — I don’t know why because I wasn’t paying attention — the kids drive through an animal reserve. I’m not really sure what the plan is at this point as I’ve been recapping to my wife and we’ve been discussing all the shameless E.T. rip-offs. I just hope there’s a silhouette of Wheels flying in front of a full moon at some point.

I Can Fly!

They pull over and MAC gets out among the windmills. He makes some sign with his hands and starts whistling Gizmo through them. My wife croaks out, “MAC CALL HOUSE.” MAC eventually hones in on a particular area, perhaps with some sort of chemical LoJack, that reveals the opening to a mine shaft.

Now, I’m envisioning Wheels getting on the mine cart tracks and letting the wackiness ensue, but instead Mike and MAC go it alone while the rest of the kids hold the van.

Inside is actually a bit creepy — very dark for McDonald’s family-safe standards. The cave is littered with nude dead/unconcious alien/depths of hell creatures. Apparently, it’s MAC’s family! Sorry, buddy, you got there too late.

After poking one of them in the eyes, Mike exclaims that they’re alive! He’s going to get help. So, does he call the government who have secretly been preparing for alien contact since the 1950s? Does he go to a vet and make up some sort of story about shaving the rival high school’s ape mascots?

No, he goes to the van and grabs a cooler of Cokes!

As with everything in the 80s, Coke is the key to success. After a few bumps, the MAC clan is on their feet/flippers. MACDaddy, MACMom, and MACZuki join MAC and want to know who’s going to keep hooking them up with the good stuff.

No New Coke for  MAC!

The kids get the MAC Clan in the van and head back to town. Once again, not sure what the plan is, but it appears as though MAC is the smartest in the family. MACDaddy ties a tire iron in a knot and generally tries to eat or break everything in the van. This freaks out FauxGertie, who uses a couple of lines that I think are copped straight from E.T.

Mike is driving now and is showing McGirlfriend the low boiling point she can expect when they start having kids. He yells at Wheels and FauxGertie to keep the MACs busy so he can focus on the road and they begin playing Simon Sez.

The kids stop at a supermarket and go in for supplies (I’m guessing). MACDaddy lives up to his name and starts scamming on a blonde in the convertible parked next to the van.

Whether she’s respectful of her elders, blind, sympathetic for people with disfiguring medical conditions, or just really hard up is not made clear, but for some reason she doesn’t scream in horror.

After making eyes for a while, MACMomma pops her face in the window. BUSTED!

Wait a minute, MACDaddy doesn’t want the blonde. He wants her Sprite! So, he smashes his hand through the van window and takes it from her. Cue screaming…NOW!

Sprite don’t soothe like the China White — MACDaddy needs Coke! The MAC clan ambles into the supermarket and stuns the place into silence. MACDaddy, who has a really bad case of Middle Age Spread, walks over to an endcap pyramid of Coke cans. By this point the store manager and security have been called.

MACDaddy knocks over the Coke and Mike tries to control the situation, but things are too far out of hand. After a brief tussle, MACDaddy gets the security guy’s gun. That dude is so fired.

MACDaddy accidentally shoots the gun and the store clears out. Lots of panic and the cops show up. One of them grabs Mike and drags him out of the store despite his pleas that the MACs don’t understand and won’t hurt anyone.

The cops are all freaking out at this point and don’t seem to get the No Habla Anglais message that the kids are trying to convey about the MACs. Eventually, the MACs come out, carrying bagged groceries and MACDaddy aimlessly waves the pistol. This isn’t going to end well.

The MACs begin to walk away and the cops are getting anxious. Wheels says “I can make them understand!” and wheels after them despite the head cop’s protests.

Wheels is almost there when MACDaddy accidentally fires his pistol. Here it comes.

In retaliation, the head cop takes aim with a shotgun. McGirlfriend keeps the hot side hot and pushes him just in time. He misses, but the MACs had apparently been shopping at the Just Gasoline And Fireworks strip mall because the shotgun blast sets off a chain reaction that somehow blows up the entire place. Seriously.

So, the MACs are burning a fiery death and Wheels has been knocked over. The kids run over. “ERIC!” Jeez, he even has an “E” name like Eliott.

Ms. Wheels (I’m assuming she’s an E.T. template single mom, even though I missed the beginning) descends in a chopper with the Feds. A doctor from the crowd runs up to Wheels, announces “I’m a doctor,” followed by “I’m sorry, he’s gone.”

I can’t freaking believe they killed Wheels. WHEEEEEEEEEEELS! This has to be the greatest movie ever made.

Wait a minute… What’s that coming out of the strip mall inferno? The MACs are Bac!

The foam rubber and latex from planet MAC are impervious to flames and the clan sits around Wheels’ lifeless corpse to roast marshmallows. Oh, no, actually they are doing some MACMojo.

The MACs whistle, “Light as a feather, Stiff as a board” in Gizmolish for a while and Eric begins to float. Oh dear god. Lights shoot from their hands, which they hold in a sort of heart shape. I wonder to myself why Neil Diamond has yet to come out with “Turn On Your Hand Light.”

Apparently the MACs don’t know anything about human physiology and how long a brain can go without oxygen, because they take their sweet time. Eventually, however, Wheels comes to. Thanks, MACs! Now let the alien vivisections begin!

Slow dissolve to illustrate the passage of time…

Two Feds who were the bane of the MACscapades are running into the courthouse. They’re late. Incompetent jerks.

They slip quietly into a packed courtroom where… The MACs are being tried for crimes against humanity? The children are being sentenced to death for treason and their involvement in a plot to invade the Earth?

No, it’s an INS ceremony swearing in new U.S. citizens. As the room full of ALIENS renounce their past citizenship, the camera pans to reveal the MACs! Get it? ALIENS!

MAC Allegiance

MACDaddy wears a suit, Mrs.MAC has a nice dress on, and MAC is wearing, I swear to god, a McKids-branded shirt.

The MACs now have all of the benefits of cab drivers and hotel service workers bestowed upon them. The Feds are tearily happy. And it’s a satisfying finale because it’s exactly the way you know it would turn out in real life.

Obviously, the MACs didn’t think this through all that well because they also will have to pay taxes and MAC will seriously miss having renounced his past citizenship when he gets to be draft age.

After the ceremony, the MACs take Eric for a spin in a pink Cadillac. MAC blows a bubble with his bubble gum and Eric cruelly pops it.

Overhead shot of the Caddy turning onto the highway. Then, I shit you not, a cartoon bubble gum bubble appears anchored to the car with the threat “We’ll Be Back!” in it.

At this point, I’m flat out crying. Then the credits roll and the last actor listed appears: Ronald McDonald as Himself.

Greatest movie ever.

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LoJack: The Tripe Hawker

Fall 2005 appears to be TV’s new season of the supernatural. Nearly all the networks are partying like it’s 1993 when they were tripping over each other to bang out X-Files clones. As can be expected, some are better than others, but one show with a promising pedigree beat out all the others for the race to the bottom: ABC’s Night Stalker.

It started out well enough. Kolchak had the required “something tragic happened to a loved one and I’ve gone Mulder” back story and got a gig as a crime reporter in L.A. to further his investigations. Right off the bat he calls werewolf demony thing when some suburbanites get mauled and one gets her fetus ripped out.

To add some conflict, K butts heads with Gabrielle Union who is all bringing it on like “I’m the lead editor on the crime beat, you should be writing for Teen Beat. Go Clovers!” After a gratuitous unerwear-clad web surfing scene to dig up some dirt on her new partner, I figure this show is on the right track. How easily it gets derailed.

I can probably overlook a fair amount of derivative plots and crappy acting. I do watch Charmed, after all. But it all fell apart the second Kolchack popped his trunk and pulled out what appeared to be an old-timey fire extinguisher while investigating a slaying near a school.

At first I thought we were gong to get some sweet ad hoc flamethrower action, a la Bubba Ho Tep. But he just trots out into a field by the school and starts spraying mist out of it — apparently it’s more of an old-timey insecticide sprayer. When asked what he’s doing, Kolchak coyly replies, “Hunting.” What a tool.

Anywho, after some boring exposition and introduction of a predictable storyline about an FBI guy with a Kolchak ax to grind, something starts beeping in Kolchak’s pocket. He whips out a PDA/GPS thingy and says it’s time to roll – the beast thing is on the move!

As they frantically speed into the desert, Gabrielle Union asks how Kolchak knows where the thing is.

“That stuff I sprayed back at the school? It’s sort of a chemical LoJack.”

WTF?!

I mean seriously, W – T – F!

And nobody in the car reacts oddly to the statement. Where does a jerk on a reporter’s salary get access to a “chemical LoJack” that apparently is linked to a satellite GPS network? What triggered the LoJack? How does it work? Why did it take so long for anything to show up?

I mean, I could have accepted some sort of half-assed pseudo science or “I used to be Black Ops and a friend hooked me up” or “I called in a favor at NORAD” or even if he had used some supernatural plot device like a mojo bag and necklace that glows when the Whatever shows up. But to just toss out this lame tracking device and have it go unquestioned requires a suspension of disbelief that even someone as undiscriminating as me doesn’t have.

Since I’m very lazy, I wouldn’t be surprised if the show is canceled before I post this. I was actually going to let this slide, but felt compelled to thanks to Steve Jobs. As part of the launch campaign for the video iPod, Jobs cut a deal with Disney to allow people to download episodes from a handful of series.

Yes, in addition to Lost, Desparate Housewives, and That’s So Raven, you can grab episodes of Night Stalker for $1.99. Maybe next time his Chemical LoJack goes off, Kolchak will get the message on his new video iPod. The Cthullu is just a click wheel away!

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