This vid is a classic, in a strange and too-awful-not-to-watch way.
Donny and Marie Osmond have a go at making Star Wars a musical, starring as Luke and Leia. Somehow they manage to drag Kris Kristofferson into the act, hamming it up as Han Solo. Meanwhile, a platoon of Storm Troopers dance and sing Motown and showtune classics while R2-D2 panics. It may have been the 70s, but still, there can be no excuse for this level of showtime disaster.
Remember, Luke and Leia did turn out to be brother and sister – maybe the Osmonds were on to something way before the rest of us.
Always yearned to body double for Barbara Streisand or Paul Holmes? No, me neither. But, if I did want to, then Sleeveface is where I would post the evidence.
Put a record sleeve or CD case in front of your face, align your body with the person on the cover, get a mate to take a pic and then send it to Sleeveface. Awes.
Check out some of the more inventive photo submissions below. The best are planned for a Sleevefaces book.
A show to remember, indeed. And when the sound goes down, the Auckland audience spontaneously breaks into song to fill the silence.
This vid gives a wee clue to what it was like to be there, and from all accounts, a memorable gig from legendary masters of their art, Simon & Garfunkel.
If it wasn’t for the tone deafness of the man singing his brave wee heart out in extreme proximity to the camera, this video would’ve sprung me some tears. Apparently the sound of silence (oh yes, I went there) was more pronounced at the back, making the united audience participation all the more moving.
Jeesh, it’s been ages eh? Real life jumped up, bit me on my bits, causing unforeseen delays and a rather nasty scar.
Bits on the Side posts will remain stilted and stunted, mainly because I have been focusing on choreographing my own shoulder ballet moves. Check out the vid below to see my inspiration.
Remember to keep it real folks, or you can just keep it.
Plenty of food is off the table for me, but that’s just cos I’m a messy eater. And I’m also a busy bunny. Blogging is temporarily on hold till the Easter cheese is fully consumed.
Keep sending in funny pics and stories, just be aware that they may not get published for a while. In the mean time, knock yourselves out over at BOTS archives.
If you love email spam, you can thank Alan Ralsky. He started spamming back before anyone knew what spam was, in the late 90s. By 2001, he managed to push so much shit through the Verizon servers he shut them down, leading to a lawsuit from Verizon.
That lawsuit was settled and by 2002, Ralsky was rolling in enough dick enlargement cream cash to buy a $750,000 mansion. He continued spamming, using a database of 250 million names, charging companies to send out their shit e-mails for them. Up to 70 million a day, by his own admission.
As with all great assholes, the taint of arrogance was right around the corner, under the ballsack of stupidity. Ralsky, smug and potentially borderline retarded, did an interview with the Detroit News in which he seemed quite pleased with himself and the legal way he was doing business.
Readers didn’t find things as amusing as he did and when the interview was posted on Slashdot, some people went out of their way to find the address to his new home, which they then posted. The result was Ralsky being signed up to every hardcopy mailing campaign people could find.
Snail mail, as the kids call it, started arriving at Ralsky’s mansion by the truckload. Literally by the truckload, as tons of it was delivered to his house each and every day. Ralsky’s reaction was to complain that he was being harassed and was going to sue. This lead to massive bouts of laughter and an unprecedented level of not giving a shit. But at least the man won’t have to leave home to do his Christmas shopping.
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