Month: February 2008

  • love for larry

    a most delightful post from a most delightful blog.

    in other news, i really need a belt buckle, and my birthday is may 6.

  • Inspirational Dance Movie Intended for Teenagers: Part 4

    Read first:

    PART FOUR: BONUS SOUNDTRACK SINGLES!

    David’s Song:

    Dance Movie Club Single
    By Scary Name and Name That White People Over Forty Can’t Pronounce

    Listen to me!
    Listen to me!

    I have an important message that I have to tell you.

    I am going to pretend that you are connected to me by referring to you by a disparaging word for my own race.

    This message is important because it involves the buttocks of women.

    I have a strong opinion about what women should do with their butts.

    Especially when they are on the dance floor, there is a certain thing that women should do with their butts.

    It is an up and down motion simulating sex. I will now suggest a metaphor for this motion.

    Perhaps it will involve a child’s ball or a food product. Has anyone used Jello in a song yet?

    Rap Break by Name That White People Over Forty Can’t Pronounce

      I am getting paid a lot to say just a few lines in this song.I am going to mention a piece of consumer culture that is presently current, but will date this song terribly in less than a year.iPhone.I also have strong opinions about what women should do with their butts. But, I am also concerned with their size.When women are on the dance floor, I enjoy it when women with large butts are moving in a provocative manner.I like a rutting motion. Back to the song now while I cash my large check.

    Have you started moving your butt correctly yet?

    Well, you should. Especially if you ever want to get with me.

    I am going to suggest that all men like this, but provide no evidence that this is true.

    If you aren’t already on the dance floor, I beseech you to start dancing. No, I demand it.

    I reassert my strong opinion about what women should do with their butts while they dance.

    Then I say something really hateful about women only wanting money.

    It’s probably to cover up my hidden gay feelings or sexual insecurities. What women would actually want to love me?

    I don’t really like women, but I have to state an opinion about their bodies to maintain my image.

    So, in conclusion.

    1. Go out on the dance floor.
    2. Move your butt up and down with a grinding motion
    3. Buy my next single which I advertise in the final line.

     

    Becky’s Song:

    Less-Popular Dance Movie Club Single
    By Attractive Female with One Name

    I’ve got an outstanding physical characteristic
    That attracts males

    The aforementioned characteristic
    Is superior to any other.

    I taunt and threaten other females
    So that they stay away from whom I perceive to be “my” males

    I’ve got other excellent personal characteristics
    I will name them now [list::insert]

    [include earworm-inducing hook, consisting of cheerleader-style chanting, a repetitive nonsense rhyme, and the reuse of short portions of previously-produced sound recordings]

    Here are some brands of accessories and clothing that I enjoy wearing
    And the alcoholic beverages that I consume

    In order to be in my general vicinity of me
    It is imperative that you are in a high socio-economic bracket

    Now I will repeat the hook over and over so that everyone, including white people over 40, will have no choice but to hear the hook in their heads for months, if not years.

    We are glad that you paid to see Inspirational Dance Movie Intended for Teenagers. The sequel, which will be very similar to the plot of this one, will be out in theaters the next major holiday.

  • Inspirational Dance Movie Intended for Teenagers: Part 3

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    PART THREE: DOES HE SUCCESSFULLY MAKE THE “MOVE”?

    Becky H: the foot lands, the ankle twists, the crowd “OOOOooooooh”s …

    Becky H: he goes down like a great sequoia falling falling

    David W: Slow motion fall seems endless. At the last second the rich kid who hates him steps forward and grabs him.

    Becky H: “yo. i don’t wanna win like THIS”

    Becky H: [chest taps that indicate respect]

    David W: Hero steadies himself. Gives glance to rich kid. Does the move again. Perfect, perfect and…

    Becky H: even more perfecter than before. He is unstoppable. He is Prince at the end of “Purple Rain”.

    David W: Just when you think he can’t get any perfecter, he gets perfecter!

    David W: It’s like the end of Back to School when Dangerfield does a triple Lindy.

    Becky H: Oh, we’re working up to the triumphant freeze-frame, I can feel it!

    Becky H: But not before the loose ends get hurriedly tied up

    David W: Flash foward to a couple kissing, we can’t see their faces. Cut back to slow motion moves…

    Becky H: Flash forward to a robe-clad student throwing his/her cap into the air — graduation from the Dance Academy! Cut back to the dancing … triumphant music …

    David W: Crowd rushes forward, authority figure appears with a trophy of some kind.

    David W: Flashback to wise words from mother.

    Becky H: Rich kids huff around (indicating promise of sequel)

    Becky H: comic relief character quips the perfectest quip

    David W: Gospel choir starts singing a song that eventually turns into a bad ass song previously not featured in the movie as credits begin.

    Becky H: Credit crawl. Oh wait, nutty outtake! Crew member gets in the way of shot, everyone cracks up!

    David W: Repeated attempts at the same line. For some reason cursing in the outtake is bleeped.

    Becky H: Dancing outtake! Maybe the director’s dancing, too! Joyous partying as the scene — and music — slowly fades out.

    Tomorrow: Bonus soundtrack singles!

    Go to Inspirational Dance Movie Intended for Teenagers: Part 4

  • Inspirational Dance Movie Intended for Teenagers: Part 2

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    PART TWO: THE DANCE COMPETITION

    Becky H: Blackness. Sound effect: heartbeat giving way to bassline.

    Becky H: The “crew” walks towards camera in slow motion.

    David W: All freeze. Music reaches high point and crew explodes in dance.

    Becky H: Coach beams, tears in his eyes

    Becky H: Old friends from the ‘hood beam, tears in their eyes

    David W: The music pauses the team poses. Completely still except for their breathing.

    David W: It’s time for that move. The one that we haven’t performed successfully in competition yet.

    Becky H: Echoes in his head “you’re not good enough-uf-uf-uf … you’ll always be just a chump-ump-ump-ump …”

    David W: Shot of authority figures in the audience with looks of concern on their faces.

    Becky H: Tension mounts .. the judges shake their heads and moue

    Becky H: the crowd babbles in confusion .. peasandcarrots rutabagarutabaga

    David W: Cut to super slow mo. So slow a single drop of sweat takes seconds to roll down our heroes face as he begins the move.

    David W: hero’s face

    David W: He flips back, everyone is locked on him, one flip, two, three, will he make the landing? It always goes wrong with the landing…

    Tomorrow: Does he make the landing?

  • Inspirational Dance Movie Intended for Teenagers: Part 1

    scrabulousDavid Wahl is a Seattle improviser, blogger, creative thinker, employee of the funnest place on earth, and much more. Our friendship, aside from meeting briefly in 2006, is based out here in the great e-niverse.

    We recently began a game of Scrabulous online. To the right of the playing board, there is a small text message window where David and I, at first, began idly trash talking. But, as you will see, the convo rapidly ramped up to an epic retelling of a story you won’t want to miss.

    And now, Wahl and Haycox, verbatim from the text window, with fingers firmly on the pulse of the contemporary zeitgeist, bring you

    Inspirational Dance Movie Intended for Teenagers

    Becky H: it’s on

    David W: This is more hardcore than Step Up 2

    Becky H: that’s right .. i’m flashing angry jazz hands at you

    David W: I’m a street kid from the wrong side of the tracks trying to fit into your world

    Becky H: I, the talented diva, scorn you. But hey wait, my dance partner just broke his ankle! {midriff glistens}

    David W: Oh no, I broke a rule and won’t be able to dance. Unless..

    David W: {montage of shirtless muscular chest dancing angry}

    Becky H: this is who i AM! dancing is my LIFE!!

    Becky H: if we’re gonna dance together we have to keep it strictly professional {eyes wander to slomo shiny man-tage}

    David W: Coach, why are you so hard on me?

    David W: I’m so hard on you because I WAS you.

    Becky H: it’s late .. the competition is tomorrow .. and we just can’t get this step right

    Becky H: {cue slow jam}

    David W: Embrace, kiss, fade to black…

    David W: Cut to: Cheering crowd. It’s show time.

    Tomorrow: The dance competition!

  • three random and trivial items for your pointless pleasure

    The Madness of Mission 6 - Threadless, Best T-shirts Ever

    1. Above: Enjoyable graphic designed by the talented Travis Pitts (brought to my attention by the always delightful Secret Fun Blog.) Available as a T-shirt from Threadless. Remember: Threadless tees run small. I’m a girly size large. And my birthday is in early May. All just data for your internal mainframe.
    2. A sampling of the many many things that keep me from ever getting a good night’s sleep: wondering where “matchy matchy” “anyhoo” and “you’re not the boss of me” come from.
    3. I have worked out a barter deal with my favorite yoga studio in which I will some design work in exchange for as many ass-beating yoga classes my underyogaed ass can handle. This is very good news. This ties in, vaguely, with Jon Carroll‘ s take on fitness:

    I have been working with a personal trainer, because if I didn’t have a Licensed Martinet in my life, I would weigh 830 pounds and have to type with my teeth. Cindy, of the American Association of Martinets, is my trainer. She makes me do things.

    Bonus fourth thing: Happy birthday, George Harrison.

    And that, my lil friend, is that. Monday’s a brainpopper, eh wot?

    George Harrison, originally uploaded by Morgacito. Thanks for letting me use it!

  • the plot thickens … update on the Great Breakin of 08

    I’ve updated my post on the stupid theft of my stupid objects. I know you’ve been breathlessly following that saga. By the way, thanks to everyone who got mad at, put a curse on, and generally got pissed at the unknown assholes for me.

  • the sinister one

    I have been enjoying the Latin American travelogue of FlipFlopFlyin‘s Craig Robinson. He just got into São Paulo after bouncing around Belize and Panama. His observations are wry, British, occasionally cranky, and often funny. I recommend combing his long, lustrous archives.

    It’s his little observations that I like. After a hellish layover in Panama City, he finally gets on his flight to Brazil:

    As i type, there’s a left-handed brother on the seat opposite me. But he’s one of those lefties that writes like he’s got a lobster claw instead of a hand, so I will give him a withering look for letting the side down.

    Awww. My thoughts immediately turn to my dear brother Peter, who is afflicted with that lobster-clawish, curled-hand lefty writing style, which results in laborious (but cute) downhill-racing block letters.

    I am amused but a little alarmed at the thought of a caste system amongst the lefthanded. Should I be worried? Lefties?

    photo: leftist tattoo, originally uploaded by keeping it real. thanks for letting me use it!

  • a small story of a singular obsession

    desperate hippo

    The show last night (during which I performed) went very well. I’m pretty blown away by the talented talent that Thessaly the Ukulady assembles for her weekly PonyShows.

    The evening’s theme was “Valentines & Heartsies”, so I reread the passages in my teenage diaries in which my own heartsie was torn asunder over the course of one thousand, one hundred and seventy nine days. Let’s call him Dane here.

    Here is the first recorded entry of my soon-to-be rampant preoccupation:

    May 30, Age 15
    I REALLY like Dane. I have no idea why. He is obnoxious, sarcastic — but there’s something SO affecting. Maybe I see a glimmer of niceness once in a while. I dunno. All I’m sure about is that I am near to head-over-heels FLIPPED over him!

    And here is the last.

    May 17 Age 16
    Dane called me “Drecky” today and made fun of the way I say “like”.
    Goddamit. I’m back to where I started.
    Goodbye, perhaps forever.

    Even though he had displayed a brief and mild interest in me for a couple days earlier that year, I knew now that Dane was unobtainable. However, I continued to raise a confused, pathetically determined torch for him for two more years — up to the day that I moved away to college, and the spell was broken.

    Explanation of the graphics: I created a stack of valentines to hand out at the PonyShow; traditional-looking but with somewhat subversive and/or dirty sentiments (“Stalk me!”, “I’ll be your Cougar”, “To my favorite enabler”, etc.)

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  • whirl wind world

    I know it’s a busy week of old traditions and family rituals, what with today’s commemoration of the birth of Abe “the Baby” Lincoln, tomorrow’s moon waxing to an exact First Quarter, Valentine’s Day on Thursday (aka feel-like-a-spinster day), AND Friday’s Canadian Flag Day! I’ve got to get to the post office to get my Flag Day gifts in the mail to Nunavut, stat! (disclaimer: perhaps this entire sentence was crafted so that I could invoke the name of Canada’s most excellentest territory.)

    Oh! I so digress. Anyway, another Wednesday, another Ponyshow. I will be actively wooing my hosts, my fellow performers, and all audience members. Valentines, candies, kisses, and offers of cheap feels will be in abundance as I try to feel better about my kajillionth V-Day alone and unloved. And of course, I shall be reading another gripping entry from my teenage diaries.

    PonyShow Variety Extravaganza
    Valentine’s Show!
    Wednesday, February 13, 2008
    8:00pm – 10:00pm
    Location: Theatre Asylum
    6320 Santa Monica Blvd. near Vine, Los Angeles, CA
    More information

    Performers: Becky Haycox and her teenage diaries, Riegel & Blatt, Bridget McManus, Sodomite Radio, Dieter Jansen And, of course, the Ukulady and her Nanny will host with the most!

    Photo: goth abe, originally uploaded by WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot. Thanks for letting me use it!