Scaramouche Scaramouche

I was on the way to work this morning when I heard Bohemian Rhapsody on the radio. I've loved this song for as long as I can remember, but I haven't actually listened to it in a while. I was so enraptured that I got to work before it was over and sat in the car until it was finished.

It is a brilliantly intricate piece of music that somehow makes sense of the separate parts. Freddie Mercury claimed that the lyrics were just "random rhyming nonsense", but the story of the young murderer is still very touching and can be interpreted many ways. The video has the distinction of being one of the first where visual images took precedence over the song. (As always, I get all my song facts from the best website in the world, Songfacts.)

Of course something this awesome is ripe for pop culture tributes and parodies. The most famous would be the scene in Wayne's World where Wayne, Garth and friends rock out in the Mirthmobile to the song.

Old School Computer Remix:

Performed by 25 of the most annoying voices in music industry:

Weird Al's obligatory polka tribute:

And just because I love Graph Jam:

I'm an Ordained Minister!

Okay, I'm ordained in the Church of the Latter Day Dude, but I'm still feeling very holy-ish right now.

Since we're talking about the Dude, I feel the need to share this video. I know it's a hundred years old but it makes me cackle like a loon every time I watch it. I have the sense of humor of a 15 year old boy.

MJ Tribute from the Phillipines

The prisoners at a Phillipine prison made an internet splash a couple of years ago with their rendition of Michael Jackson's Thriller. For some odd reason, dancing was introduced in the prison as a way to exercise on the inmates' road to rehabilitation. Check out the routine here:

Yesterday, the inmates staged another routine as a tribute to Michael and his legacy. This is so strange but at the same time oddly touching.

I don't know what kind of friggin' prison this is, but when I am eventually thrown in the pokey, I'm putting in my request to be sent to the Phillipines. Sure, it's a men's facility, but apparently I'm a thousand times more masculine than these cats.

RIP, Michael. You are still inspiring the masses to let their freak flags fly even in death.

Ma ma say ma ma sa, Ma ma coo sa.

Let me jump on the global bandwagon and profess my sadness at Michael Jackson's untimely death. I have loved him for as long as I can remember. I saved up all my allowance and chore money to buy the "Off the Wall" record, my very first musical purchase. I had "Thriller" on both vinyl and cassette. He and I parted ways after "Bad", but I still had the utmost respect for him as a musician and a performer. Sure, it's a bit hypocritical to love him as an artist while being horrified at the accusations that plagued him for years. Then again, if we judged all musicians based on their personal lives, we're left with nobody but fucking Pat Boone. Screw that.

I'm a moderator on a music message board and some ignorant bitch said something to the effect of, "He's dead, but I wouldn't say I'm broken up about it." Despite his personal issues, he was still a human being and a father of three children. It's a terrible state of affairs when someone's death gives a person the greenlight to showcase his or her lack of compassion and grace.

Anyhoo, let's celebrate and not mourn, shall we? Here are a few of my favorite MJ songs from over the years. Click link to go to the video.


I Want You Back

Ease on Down the Road

Don't Stop Til You Get Enough

Rock With You

Off the Wall

Billie Jean

Beat It


We are the World


The Way You Make Me Feel

Man in the Mirror

Remember the Time

Get Off Me

I'm serious...get the fuck off me, you douche nozzle. Don't hover so close that I can tell which brand of mayonnaise you used in the egg salad you had for lunch 3 weeks ago. There is no reason for you to be thismotherfuckingclose to my personal space. It wouldn't matter if it was a balmy 71 degrees out, I still wouldn't want you all up on me. However, the fact that it is over 100 degrees outside only solidifies my stance that you don't need to be directly on both my person and my last goddamned nerve. I am certain that my elbow room is guaranteed somewhere in the Bill of Rights of this fine nation. And if you just abso-fucking-lutely insist on getting in my no fly zone, don't be surprised when I let out a yelp and Hong Kong Phooey your monkey ass into oblivion. It's not like I didn't warn you.


You are so NPH and you don't even know it.

I have loved Neil Patrick Harris since the beginning of time, or my childhood, which pretty much was the beginning of time. He was so spectacular as the host of the Tony Awards the other night that I felt compelled to post a tribute to his fabulosity over the years. (Yes, I said fabulosity. You shut your mouth when you're talking to me.) I included his clip on the Ellen DeGeneres show about his coming out because a] I'm the total cliche of the gays' best gal friend, the fag hag, and b] he is so wonderfully laid back about it that I can't help but respect his decision to do so. Anyhoo, let's take a journey through time, shall we?

Clara's Heart

Doogie Howser, MD

Stark Raving Mad

Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle

Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

How I Met Your Mother

Sesame Street

Hosting Saturday Night Live

Hosting TVLand Awards

Hosting Tony Awards

NPH Comes Out

Neil and his longtime love David Burtka sing a song from Rent

May God/Yaweh/Allah/Hasselhoff bless you and all you do, Mr. Neil Patrick Harris. You have made the world a better place.

*dedicated to my heterosexual life partner Shannon, wherever you may be*

Schadenfreude Sounds So Sweet

The definition of the German word schadenfreude translates to taking pleasure in others' misfortune. I am a bitter, cold hearted bitch; therefore, the idea of cackling like a wild woman at Joe Blow's misery is right up my alley.