Fashion Board 12-09-03 through 1-08-04

[Jack Manfred]

Originally posted by spookyfish
I don't know. Every time I see or hear the Sprint ads, I always think about it being a bad Joe Friday imitator, but maybe that's just me.

Those Sprint commercials have been on so long that hardly anyone remembers the initial premise: the man in the suit is a ripoff of Agent Mulder from the X-Files, going from town to town to investigate strange cell phone phenomena.

I don't generally hate the Sprint ads, but the fraternity/sorority ads are loathsome. They rival the Verizon Wireless ads. There's a special circle of hell reserved for the "Can you hear me now?" guy and the ad execs who came up with that line.

There's this one AT&T Wireless spot that tracks a man walking through an airport, sitting alone in a hotel room, and generally looking like a face in the crowd. So he sits down by himself at a bank of chairs, picks up the cell phone, and calls home. Then his little daughter appears the next seat over to talk about her soccer game with that adorable Cindy Brady-voice of hers. Surprisingly effective.

edited to impress the nubile twirling hippie chicks with my grammar and punctuation.

[Jack Manfred]

After discussing Rolling Stone's atrocious list of the top 200 albums of all time, we get some quality writing from Spin magazine in their list of the top 2003 albums of 2003. Official House Band of the Fashion Board (tm) - The New Pornographers - placed 8th with their latest, Electric Version:

Dear Other Rock Bands,

We’re sorry we kicked your ass this year. Here are some tips for next year:

(1) Get Neko Case to sing.
(2) Write bridges, verses, and choruses.
(3) Write sneaky lyrics about the Bush family.
(4) Keep the tempos up.
(5) Study the Cars’ Candy-O.
(6) Be from Vancouver (optional).
(7) Get Neko Case to sing some more.

Your songwriting daddy,

Carl Newman

S.F.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by bilmore
Hurdy Gurdy Man qualifies as The Archies on reds. Please don't compare D to real acid writers.

It ain't D who makes it trippy. Its the Jimmy Page guitar effects through the song.

FYI - The very trippiest of all jam tunes, the Allmans' Mountain Jam, is based around the melody from Donovan's First There is a Mountain.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by Jack Manfred
After discussing Rolling Stone's atrocious list of the top 200 albums of all time, we get some quality writing from Spin magazine in their list of the top 2003 albums of 2003. Official House Band of the Fashion Board (tm) - The New Pornographers - placed 8th with their latest, Electric Version.

Also notable, coming in at the number 19 spot, are Minneapolis hip hoppers . . . what? I said Minneapolis hip hoppers. No, seriously, they're a hip hop group from Minneapolis. Stop laughing. No, I'm serious. Anyway, the 19th spot goes to Atmosphere. I am a fan. And if you call them emo rap, you are just giving away the fact that you have never actually listened to them.

The 1-2 White Stripes, Outkast punch is predictable, but I don't think they had much of a choice this year.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
I see they fixed the mirror is your office. About time.

Agreed! I've always been a bit of an aesthete.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by bilmore
You have a cat wearing a pointed, pink hat, and a cape, as your avatar.

The chicks think it's sexy.

[spookyfish]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Hurdy Gurdy qualifies as dark acid music. Other tunes in this genre include Zeppelin's "How Many more Times", Janes' "Three Days", most of the Doors' catalog, Traffic's "Low Spark" and "Gimme Shelter" and a lot of early primal Dead (when they still played fast). This is perfect music for riding acid from daylight into evening or evening into early morning.

No metal or grunge, mind you - just some classic heavy rock.

An impressive list, but incomplete without Cream.

[Alex_de_Large]

Any Magnum fans out there? I can across a pretty comprehensive fan site with detailed episode-by-episode accounts, etc.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Oh. My. God.

Is everyone on this board an acid freak (or "former" acid freak, as the case may be)? Do you people know that that stuff fries your brain? I mean, seriously. After seven trips, you are legally insane. Which explains a lot about this board, come to think of it. I'm not some Pollyanna hyper-judgmental type. I know that there are some pot smokers and even cocaine users in our profession. But acid? What happens when you are getting ready for that big trial and suddenly the flashback hits. Did you ever think about that?

This has nothing to do with acid, but does demonstrate that there may be something to the concept of better living through chemicals... in moderation.

So I have this huge motion about a year ago and I'm terribly hung over from a wedding that did not end until 6 am sunday morning the day before. A friend gives me something called compazine, which is a chemotherapy drug which includes, I believe, a muscle relaxant, anti-nausea drug and anti-anxiety drug. She tells me, "Just chew the pill, it'll keep you from feeling like you're going to puke any moment." Ok. I down the fucker and off I go to court. In court I begin feeling damn good again... so good that the shaking stops and paranoia that I might vomit in open court subsides. Opposing counsel goes through his long winded shpeel, and he's an obnoxious fuck and he's mistating the record, so I stand to start objecting and arguing. As I stand, I realize I'm made of rubber. My knees are loose, and the room has a pink aura about it, like I've had two stiff manhattans. But despite the strangeness of being more intoxicated than I'd like to be in court, I'm quite lucid, and my objections are sustained. By the time I get to give my opposition, I'm so calm in my delivery and the other party, an older partner who is now incensed that he's get worked by a young guy, starts flinging vitriol laced "objections" and annoying the judge. The judge, meanwhile, is giving me that "You're calm because so damn well prepared" look and I realize I'm going to win the thing. So I quickly wind up my bit and sit, and when I hit the leather chair it feels like I've settled into a bed. I feel like a sloth lounging in a tree - like I'm painted to the comfy chair. I won the motion.

I haven't used that drug since, and hope I never have to again, but but next time the guy you're up against in Court seems remarkably calm and collected, check his pupils.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by LessinSF
Once again proving that mushrooms are better.

Mushrooms aren't better - they're different. Acid is a long slalom. Mushrooms are a steep mogul course. The difference is you can shroom at noon and still make dinner on time and behave yourself, providing you haven't had the usual 30 cigarettes and 12 pack that comes with a mushroom trip. If you dose at noon, you should not go to dinner unless its an outdoor picnic.

But whoever said buttons were the best is right.

[Anne Elk]

Originally posted by Skeks in the city
Originally posted by leagleaze



I should've known better than cite tax_hottie blindly. It appears there isn't a statistically significant correlation between height and penis legnth. Siminoski, Kerry. (1993). The relationship among height, penile length, and foot size. Annals of Sex Research, 6(3), 231-235.

Yes, you should have known better than to cite tax_hottie blindly. Especially since I don't recall her piping in on this thread. I believe the statement you were citing was mine. Sheesh - you even make up sources. I am glad to know that my years of personal research have validated Siminoski.

Originally posted by Jack Manfred
Paigow, you're missing the point of the movie. Listen to Ebert explain (sorta): "And all the time, uncoiling beneath the surface of the film, is the audacious surprise of the last 20 minutes, in which--well, to say the movie's ending works on more than one level is not to imply it works on only two."

Adaptation stops being a quirky Charlie Kaufman film and starts being a formulaic Donald Kaufman movie because the screenplay has to follow its own loopy logic. Kaufman knows that the ending is hackneyed. He's announced what he thinks is hackneyed in the first third of the film So when you start to see cliches in the last third, you can either think, "Hey, this is getting cliched" or you can think, "Oh, I get it. It's supposed to be cliched."

I admired more than liked the ending, but the film is not pure dreck.

BTW, The Asian language channel in San Francisco KTSF has a show called Namaste-TV.


edited to add the part about Namaste-TV

Namaste, Jack.

Thank you. My inner film buff bows to the beauty and wisdom of your inner film buff.


Cheers!

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
Any Magnum fans out there? I can across a pretty comprehensive fan site with detailed episode-by-episode accounts, etc.

Buddy had a theory:

Magnum in Tigers hat: Funny, light-hearted show with constant shallow conflict b/w Magnum and Higgins. Hilarity occasionally ensues.

Magnum in De Nang hat: Flashbacks. Someone almost dies. Magnum almost dies. Higgins and Magnum work as a team to solve the problem.

[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by Jack Manfred
There's this one AT&T Wireless spot that tracks a man walking through an airport, sitting alone in a hotel room, and generally looking like a face in the crowd. So he sits down by himself at a bank of chairs, picks up the cell phone, and calls home. Then his little daughter appears the next seat over to talk about her soccer game with that adorable Cindy Brady-voice of hers. Surprisingly effective.

That ad made me cry. I don't cry much, except at long-distance commercials. There was one ad in Canada they used to run over the holidays that also made me cry.

Str8 - the ACC is dry? wtf. I will have to look into that.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
You see, even in your hippy days you were well on your way to being a patriarchal Republican stuffed shirt.

Until you have been out on a field at dawn with a spinning hippy chick singing "try and catch the wind", you have not tripped through a woman's (or at least a SHC's) eyes. You must have been one of the Macho Doors and Hendrix tripping into the depths of the night types. Acid sunrises with a girl with soft skin and Donovan had much to recommend them.

So it was in the day.

Until you've had sex on mushrooms while a band in the basement blasts through Soul Sacrifice into You Don't Love Me/Soula Serenade while a couple hundred or so similarly tripped out freaks dance and scream in the backyard, you really haven't caught the magic of late night tripping. Sure, I love the daytime vibe of jamming to to a 70s Help/Slip/Franklins, but there's something particularly sensual about electric lights and heavy guitar and freaks running around bathed in only the colored lights from the stage. Is there anything more romantic than to look out the window of your room while having a post sex smoke and see a guy dancing to Fried Neckbones with a 7 ft tall inflatable tube of Crest toothpaste?

I'll take it either way - night or day.

This is why I need to get a place with a huge backyard and a pool.