March 30, 2007

Bauhaus: Bela Lugosi's Dead

This should cheer me up. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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Blue water

Here is the official (public) United States Navy opinion on the People's Liberation Army Navy (don't ask) (.pdf file, btw) (& via DefenseTech). Now the ChiComs are reported to be building a 93000 tonne Walmart-powered nuclear-powered super-carrier. They may not get it to work - this is tricky engineering, tricky systems integration and a bucket-load of cash - but at least they show willing. Remember when we used to have a navy?

Unrelated fearful symmetry Update: Time for the Hermetic Order to 'fess up about Saturn.

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March 29, 2007

What Would Heinlein Do?


If you are reading this Debbye: God bless. With the release of 300, I have been thinking about how little PRO-WAR fiction our civilization has to call on now we need it most.* I remembered thinking Space: Above and Beyond did a better job of adapting Starship Troopers than the much maligned Verhoeven film. Certainly this was a rare attempt to produce hard sf for television. But this was years ago and who knew if it would stand up to a September 12 world. It does. In fact, it makes even more sense now than it did the (single) season it aired. Here are heroism and sacrifice alongside human imperfection.

And here too is a clear inspiration for Bungee's Halo. The interior of the USS Saratoga does not look like the Pillar of Autumn; it is the Pillar of Autumn right down to fighter canopies on the hanger deck returning as cryo-pods for Spartan storage. Thoughts of videogames lead me to think of the clear moral lessons instilled by games like Halo and to the military education and spiritual resolve that can be found there. It may be that only video-games can save us now.

* I edited a rant out of this paragraph. Suffice to say we are dealing with people who would rather literally drown in their own shit than miss an opportunity to kill us all.

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Orbital: Halcyon + On + On

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:21 AM

Viva Las Vader

Elvis Trooper has a MySpace blog. It looks like every Tattooine slave girl in North America was at DragonCon last year.

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March 28, 2007

King William, please


Agent Bedhead once again steals a march on the Flea by being first to post calls for William to succeed the throne (I lifted the photo too). Whatever amusement value might come from the current heir attempting the job, there is a whiff of the 1930s about the man. If, as I suspect is likely, Parliament is going to have to be suspended to address the problems that need to be addressed we cannot rely on Charles to do the job.

As it stands, we have a Royal Navy forbidden to defend itself; half of which is to be moth-balled in any event. Once London is lost - to fire or to the sword - and the Court removed to Oxford there may be one remaining chance to set things to rights.

All we can do Update: Arthur Herman states the problem succinctly. I find I am full of a deep and abiding fury.

America always looks better when a couple of frigates flying the Royal Navy's White Ensign are side by side with those flying the Stars and Stripes. U.S. sailors also know that in a real fight, the men of the Royal Navy, which our navy men still call the "Senior Service," will never let them down.

That contribution has never been vital to America - yet it was a badge of honor for Britain. It had echoes of past glory as an empire, of course, but also of Britain's historic role as protector of a civilized and stable world order, and specifically the role of the Royal Navy. The British navy had wiped out the slave trade; it had single-handedly defied tyrants from Louis XIV and Napoleon to Hitler; and it served as midwife to the ideas of free trade and the balance of power.

Now those days are gone for good.
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ABBA: Eagle

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:17 AM

Lanoline-lubricated killing frenzy

In the interest of full disclosure I should point out I have many relatives in Gloucestershire. And no jokes about woolly hair either.

Anyone among you thinking of paying a visit to the Gloucestershire village of Leighterton with the intention of burgling the good burghers of that little piece of rural England might want to pick another target, The Sun suggests.

That's because Leighterton is protected by 60-year-old retired farmworker Keith Clifford and his herd of "highly-trained" attack sheep. And in case you're willing to laugh off the threat posed by the 24 ovine vigilantes, bear in mind that Keith has raised them from birth to strike without mercy - a fact attested by The Sun's promotion of the woolly Ninjas from "flock" to ruthless wolf-style "pack".
Posted by the Flea at 07:14 AM

March 27, 2007

Nina Hagen: New York, New York

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:07 AM

Poets of Annexia

Arch-scenestrix, Raymi the Minx visits the Annex and finds us almost the correct amount of cool. Fair warning: Naked Raymi.

i don't get how the victory specifically hosts arty farty poetry shows, like if you are the tiniest percentage of cool then your band canNOT play there, it's weird cos the downstairs clientele seem to be pretty decent, hip, pretentiously so, my favourite kind but then you climb the stairs to take a whiz and it's a full-on nerd orgy attack to the senses and everyone gives you cut-eye cos you walked in during an especially MOVING and thought-provoking part of tabitha's poem about what it is like to be a black lesbian albino orphan in edmonton or a dream she had about it, once.

Fair dues. Though I am going to become increasingly disgruntled until Raymi gets around to releasing an album.

Posted by the Flea at 07:01 AM

March 26, 2007

The Horror! The Horror!


Thanks once again to the legerdemain of the Sister of the Flea I was able to attend the midnight, opening night CanStage production of The Rocky Horror Show. I should for me the show was a hard sell. Thanks to upcoming renovations CanStage decided to stage Rocky Horror and trash the place on the way out but a subsequent engagement meant the old venue had to be preserved intact. This in turn meant restrictions on the fan participation non-virgins have come to expect. Rocky Horror with no rain and no toast seemed likely to be no Rocky Horror at all. No rice? No dice.

Then there is the small problem of attempting to re-stage perfection. So, how to remain faithful to the film (and the fan experience) while making it their own (and not destroying the theatre)? Director, Ted Dykstra explains.

"I'd like to think we've very consciously done both," he says. "We don't want to piss off the Rockyheads, but at the same time we want to remind them that this was a stage show before it was a movie." In fact, Dykstra declares he's "not very fond of going to the movie. The reason people started yelling at the movie was because it's so bad; then it became funny. But before anyone had seen it ten times, the comedy was actually funny in and of itself."

By trying to direct an interesting production of the original material, Dykstra says he hoped to come up with a show that didn't need radical audience participation to make it work. And in fact, in the pre-Toronto run in Winnipeg, the strategy seemed to work. "Even the Rockyheads forget about yelling, because they're actually intrigued by the story," Dykstra says. "When you're seeing it live, it's quite a different experience; it rocks very hard in certain places."

And it works. The show feels bigger live than on screen, paying tribute to the film we grew up with without being an empty pastiche (I am looking at you We Will Rock You). This is the best musical theatre I have ever seen. If it has ever crossed your mind to visit Toronto: This is the time.

Virgins may refer to The Rocky Horror Picture Show in 30 seconds, re-enacted by bunnies for plot details. Now I am off to find some nipple glitter...

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Queen Adreena: Pretty Like Drugs

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:29 AM

March 23, 2007

The Cry of the 25th Aethyr


Not only does this article detailing thirteen sidekicks who are cooler than their heroes make a number of excellent points it also allows me an excuse to post Alyson Hannigan for the weekend.

Either one of the two charter members of "The Scooby Gang"—Alyson Hannigan's Willow or Nicholas Brendon's Xander—made for better company than Buffy herself. Part of the reason is the hero's burden: While Buffy always had to grapple with the cosmic responsibility of keeping the Hellmouth under wraps, the sidekicks were freed up to joke around, develop their loveable idiosyncrasies, and go on little side adventures. But Willow was truly special, an adorable bookworm who brightened Sunnydale's perpetual darkness with sparkling wit and optimism while still breaking viewers' hearts on a semi-regular basis.

Save a tree, btw.

Posted by the Flea at 07:14 AM | Comments (7)

Ani DiFranco: Blood in the Boardroom

One night many moons ago I was bundled into a cab by a monstrous regiment of women and taken by force to Zaphod Beeblebrox. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:07 AM

March 22, 2007

The face! The face!


David Cronenberg calls it the "creation of a very different animal"... quite. Howard Shore and Placido Domingo are also on board for The Fly: The Opera to premiere in Paris next year. Oh yes (via MAF2 Arts).

The Fly is an engrossing exploration of the physical and psychological transformation in which a brilliant scientist begins to mutate into a hybrid of man and fly after one of his experiments goes horribly wrong. Researcher Seth Brundle makes a stunning breakthrough in the field of matter transportation when he successfully teleports a living creature. Frustrated in his budding romance with a scientific journalist, and in need of a human subject, he recklessly attempts to teleport himself. An unseen fly enters the transmission booth as well, however, and Brundle soon realizes that his experiment has had "mixed" results.

Related: He is Cinderella crossed with Captain Marvel. He is... The Fly! Also, a potential Fleamobile.

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Tracey Thorn: It's All True

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (hat tip to The White Peril).

Posted by the Flea at 07:31 AM

Yes Virginia

Dear Editor- I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Great Cthulhu. This is a classic to rival "Who will be eaten first?".

Virgina, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the fever of enlightenment given to them by a so-called "enlightened" age. They do not believe in anything unless it carries the weight of scientific authority. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. Reality is that which can be cataloged and measured, to be spooned out in rational doses to the common people. All minds, Virgina, whether they be adult's or children's, are little. In this vast chaos we laughingly call the universe, man is a mere insect, a bug, whose intellect has as much chance of grasping the whole truth, as an ant has of understanding non-Euclidian geometry.
Posted by the Flea at 07:27 AM

March 21, 2007

Lulu & McFly: Shout!

This may be the coolest thing I have ever seen. Max-out those speakers and prepare to rock the cubicle: Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:23 AM

Not enough Indians

I have been warned against re-viewing Wonder Woman; I am told it does not stand the test of time or, worse yet, childhood memory. Certainly, and despite the extraordinary beauty of Linsday Wagner, I have found The Bionic Woman almost unwatchably slow and not the action-show I remembered it to be.

It is so good when something turns out to be better than I had remembered. Take Get Smart, for example.

Posted by the Flea at 07:21 AM | Comments (2)

March 20, 2007

Music for a darkened people


This morning I have at long last the opportunity to right a great wrong; this by pointing Flea-readers to discounted tickets for the Edward Scissorhands musical flapping its way toward Toronto (promotional code through the discounted tickets link).

Based on the original motion picture directed by Tim Burton, Edward Scissorhands features a cast of 30 dancers with music composed, arranged and adapted by Terry Davies, based on the original motion picture score by Danny Elfman.

Edward Scissorhands is devised, directed and choreographed by Matthew Bourne (Swan Lake, Mary Poppins), the only British director to have won the Tony Award for both "Best Choreographer" and "Best Director of a Musical."

Don't miss this amazing show!

Quite right. But what of the wrong I mentioned? It is shameful to write of it even now...

And I have run out the clock on this missive. I will update with the answer in an hour or so...

Only slightly belated Update: You see, a reasonable person would assume I had seen what is arguably the ne plus ultra of gothic cinema. Edward Scissorhands featuring as it does Winona Ryder, Johnny Depp (looking remarking Flea-ish on occasion) and the music of Danny Elfman. In fact, the only real contestant for the gothique title is that other Tim Burton masterpiece, Beetle Juice.

But somehow I never got round to it until a month or so ago. It is therefore somewhat serendipitous I should have the opportunity to see it once again for the first time interpreted as musical theatre. Full disclosure: I have been invited to opening night. Call this a payola post if you will but I could hardly turn up the chance to be in the Toronto version of this Washington romantigoth portrait.

Posted by the Flea at 07:23 AM | Comments (3)

Spock's Beard: June

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance (via the Jawas).

Posted by the Flea at 07:17 AM

You know when you've an absinthe hangover: onomatopoeia hurts.

I would ask if this was Goth or not Goth but let's face facts: It is a USB Absinthe Spoon.

Posted by the Flea at 07:14 AM | Comments (2)

March 19, 2007

Reversible Destiny


Under the heading "Technicolour Tokyo", Tokyo Times presents an alternative to cookie-cutter condo development. Shusaku Arakawa and Madeline Gins' Reversible Destiny Lofts "In Memory of Helen Keller" have intruded into Euclidean space in Mitaka, a western suburb of Tokyo's 23 central wards. This is no architectural fancy, however, but an attempt to modify the psychology and physiology of the tenants in an attempt to boost immunity and increase longevity. The idea is that by presenting obstacles to moving about one's environment these living spaces will challenge the brain and presumably keep it active (bottom of the linked page for images). While I am skeptical at a condo whose washroom opens into the main living area with no door I am a big fan of the room for spherical games. The possibilities...

A volumetric composition with a Japanese trademark, in which the one of the whole is always visually one. The nine residential units, on three towers with colorblind eyes, are supported by reinforced concrete and extraordinary panels of prefabricated cement. Keller imagined that to see places, objects and people was like touching them. Between innocence and speculation, through play and through belief, the architectural object contains its own usage instructions on how to listen in all directions, abandoning the outside world to sink into one’s own immunosystem, eyes closed, discussing things with thermometric variations, playing the surface on which one walks like the keys of a piano, producing light by interacting with every sense of the space. To be its extension, to imagine memories never experienced, to create new movements and gestures, to listen to the vibration of colors on the volumes of things. And in the dark to play again, at entering and exiting the self, or the selves of others, like Helen Keller, for example.

Related: The Ides of March were H.P. Lovecraft's seventieth mortiversary. Though as this is celebrated almost every day at the Flea I do not feel a cad for not marking the occasion.

Posted by the Flea at 07:23 AM | Comments (6)

Smashing Pumpkins: Blank Page

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:21 AM

Flea Latin

A profoundly irritating person once claimed to me that translation does a "violence" to a text. The Flea says: Bring it on. In suus domus procul R'lyeh mortuus Cthulhu exspecto somnium...

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March 16, 2007

Cthulhu calling


In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming but if he can't get back to sleep he does the Dr. Gene Scott thing and takes Calls For Cthulhu. For Cultists who just can't wait for the end of everything, pretty much every night it is hard to get a good night's sleep. Comfort yourself with meaningless trinkets signaling your devotion to the Great Old Ones. Perhaps they will eat you first! For example, this Aztec Cthulhu calendar T-shirt should make a great ice-breaker when handing out pamphlets and any landscaping solution could usefully include a 200lb Cthulhu statue.*

Admit it. You've always wanted a giant Cthulhu statue. Now you can have it. Nethercraft's interpretation of H.P. Lovecraft's Great Old One is perfect for home or office, and makes a thoughtful gift... just imagine their faces! When placed in the front yard of your home, it also does a great job of deterring door-to-door solicitors, and, well, almost everyone else too.

Or just play some Cthulhu Atari to fritter away what seconds remain to you before you are swallowed by the chaos beyond reality. Unrelated and gratuitous video link: Pink T-shirts, why do they hate us?

* Which I may have linked in the past. But what avails us memory against the cyclopean horrors with which we are confronted?

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The Royal Navy: Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody"

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

More feel-good media: Sink the Tirpitz!

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'Do you know, I always thought unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!' 'Well, now that we have seen each other,' said the unicorn, 'if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.'

Unicorns make great pets - (cough) if you are a virgin (/cough) - but no matter how many it asks do not let it get behind the wheel (via Raymi, "my boyfriend stay away he is MINE!").

A man accused of drunk-driving and crashing his truck into a lamp post told police a unicorn had been at the wheel when it careered off the road, local media reported Wednesday. ... His March 7 crash in Billings was witnessed by two police officers, said prosecutor Ingrid Rosenquist, but Holliday still insisted a unicorn was driving when he slammed into the street lighting, shortly after jumping a red light.
Posted by the Flea at 07:27 AM

March 15, 2007

Now we are cooking with goth


Dlisted comment suggests some alarm at Christina Ricci's slim-line look. I am much more concerned at Angelina Jolie's increasingly skeletal appearance and notice I have yet to see the subject taken up by the popular press. Frankly, both look as though they could use some home cooking; I would be delighted to oblige. Cooking with your Favourite Goth: Goth or Not Goth?* ** Bonus quatloos for anyone who can spell her first name.

Related: Writing for Instapundit, Megan McArdle points out the obvious; a fact nevertheless lost on so many. Starbucks coffee is burned and, I would add, unappetitlich.

Anyone drinking burned Starbucks on the assumption that the smoky flavour must mean it carries a real kick--not so, not so. Char grilling is for steaks, not Arabica beans.

* The answer is slightly more obvious in Cooking with your Favourite Goth Part 2.
** Not to be confused with Cooking With a Goth, Goth Chef or my favourite, Dark Kitchen Today; which are all goth, obviously. As is The Gothic Gourmet which features curling.

Posted by the Flea at 07:44 AM | Comments (9)

Twiggy modelling and dancing!

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:43 AM

Egg in a bun

First I added myself to a list at the Drink Soaked Trots then I watched their linked Tintin adaptation (the rest is at YouTube but this bit is top). It could be my sense of humour is unsophisticated but I found this one uproariously funny (nsfw).

If you are some pussy arsed mutherf*cking twat, easily 'offended' by words (or clicking on the Youtube link at your workplace and have a boss and a work environment more conducive to a f*cking monastic lifestyle or a monastery then don't friggin' bother - you'll get the sack).
Posted by the Flea at 07:41 AM

March 14, 2007

Age of Ga Ga


Sweet Suzie McNeil* took centre stage all too infrequently in last night's final dress rehearsal for "We Will Rock You", the Queen tribute craptacular now arrived in Toronto. This is a shame. McNeil provided the only touchstone of authenticity in the entire piece.

"Set 300 years in the future, in a time when live music is banned on earth, We Will Rock You is about the kids who are in rebellion, fighting against the all-powerful Globalsoft Corporation that controls their lives and feeds them a diet of synthesized pop," according to the producers. "Could the young Galileo and Scaramouche be the heroes needed who will help them 'break free' of their chains to rediscover themselves and live music?"

Anyone expecting Mama Mia is going to be disappointed. We Will Rock You has the sketchiest of plots, a hand-wavey science fiction story whose sole intent is to string together three hours of Queen's greatest hits. In the future, see, rock music will be against the law and young people will only care about shopping and boy bands. Two plucky misfits join the Bohemian rebellion to take on the forces of Ga Ga; could there be love? Etc., etc. If it all sounds familiar it is only because the rest of your brain has yet to leak out of your head in a desperate attempt to escape. I knew we were in trouble with the first reference to missing weapons of mass destruction; it could only be a matter of time before global warming and globalization were worked into the plot (as indeed they were). Still, better than Shostakovich.

Perhaps the most interesting aspect of the piece** might be described as a founding absence of "rock". The Bohemians are dedicated to rock, learning about it through lyric remnants in the sacred scrolls, but do not know what the words mean. Even rebellion itself is a hazy concept - as are anarchy and individuality - long lost to the homogenization of Planet Mall. Which is what we might call ironic given most of the audience appeared not to have a clue either. The show is a nullity; a commodification of the Queen oeuvre as an ersatz protest against commodification. As if Queen were not out to make money in the first place. As if the survivors are not using this show to keep the franchise going long after its sell by date. Vulgar, knowing and ignorant: We Will Rock You is an abomination. An offense to the holy memory of Freddie Mercury (pbuh).

* Back from entertaining the troops in Afghanistan, bless.
** Second to Suzie in torn tights and combat boots, of course.

Posted by the Flea at 07:43 AM | Comments (8)

Dragonette: I Get Around

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:33 AM

Geisha Girl

Paperslilies has been reading Memoirs of a Geisha. Oh my goth! and the lovely Goth Girl respond.

Related: Chavy Makeup.

Posted by the Flea at 07:31 AM | Comments (4)

March 13, 2007

Echostream: Shadow on the Cloud

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

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March 12, 2007

Sarah Brightman: Scarborough Fair

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:24 AM

Narcissus Bullock's Bell

I was beginning to think I had imagined The Ghosts of Motley Hall, This edited version of "Narcissus Bulluck's Bell", almost certainly a dramatic improvement on the original, not only proves it existed but suggests it still exists on someone's PAL format tapes. Also, that the show was pretty awful really. I still love the end title music.

Posted by the Flea at 07:23 AM

March 09, 2007

Dannii Minogue: All I Wanna Do

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:24 AM

Dreams with Sharp Teeth

A film about Harlan Ellison. Yes, please. Flea-readers who have not encountered his work should just click the words "Prince Myshkin", sit back and enjoy (via Warren Ellis).

Posted by the Flea at 07:21 AM

March 08, 2007

Why I did not strangle Jean Baudrillard


Having declared so momentous an "event" as the Gulf War did not happen, Jean Baudrillard's death will inevitably be understood by his devotees as a "happening" rather than anything as tedious as a fact; yet an utter lack of popular interest in the news seems an anticlimactic exit for someone who managed to be so irritating in life. Not much ado about nothing.

Let us be clear, however: Baudrillard is dead. He is not pining. He has passed on. This postmodernist is no more! He has ceased to be! He has expired and gone to meet his maker! He is a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you had not nailed him to the perch he would be pushing up the daisies! His metabolic processes are now history! He is off the twig! He has kicked the bucket, he has shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleeding choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-POSTMODERNIST! (via The Civic Platform).

He gained notoriety for his 1991 book The Gulf War Did Not Take Place and again a decade later for describing the 9/11 attacks as a “dark fantasy”. Baudrillard focused his work on how our consciousness interacts with reality and fantasy, creating from them a copy world he called hyper-reality. He said that mass media led to hyper-reality becoming a dominant force in today’s world - an argument taken to a provocative extreme in his statement that the 1991 Gulf War primarily took place on a symbolic level.

I attended one of Baudrillard's appearances in his post-Gulf War lecture tour and found it as pointless and incomprehensible as he evidently found the defense of civilization. For one thing he kept going on about "cows and effect"; I could not see what cows had to do with the war as "spectacle" or otherwise. The day after his Toronto lecture, he went on to Hamilton for his next performance. It was there that a good friend of mine found himself alone an elevator with Baudrillard. He - my friend - was overwhelmed by the image of his hands wrapped around Baudrillard's neck and throttling the life out of him. "No one could have stopped me," he explained. The moment passed and the elevator doors opened; Baudrillard went on about his business, perhaps never appreciating an angel had been watching over him.

Which brings me to my critique of simulation. It was not the spectacular aspect of reality or whatever passes for ethics in postmodern thought which prevented me from strangling Jean Baudrillard that day. I could not not have strangled him; I was not on the elevator. And that is a fact.

Posted by the Flea at 06:54 AM | Comments (6)

Mylène Farmer: l'Âme-stram-gram

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Posted by the Flea at 06:47 AM

March 07, 2007

Girl with a pearl earring


Why would I link to anything Emo? Call Truman's Girl With A Pearl Earring the exception to the rule. Still images are here for people slow on the pause button.

On a tangentially related note... Googoth: Goth or not Goth? One thousand quatloos for the correct answer! (via Agent Bedhead)

Not Goth Update: Anyone curious to see the Flea in my office disguise can tune in to Global News this evening - I gather around a quarter after six - for my latest adventure in self-expression. Note to anyone dealing with me as a long-term customer: Do not piss me off. And a special thanks to Seán O'Shea for getting the hook and finding the humour in the situation too.

Posted by the Flea at 06:54 AM | Comments (10)

Feodor Amirov: Chopin Etudes

True to the tubes, commenters are fixated on Feodor Amirov's hair rather than his virtuosity and all the while are missing a critical point: This guy is getting serious tail* with the Captain Jack Sparrow-thing and the brooding Saturnine-thing. Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

* With apologies for this unseemly but contextually appropriate colloquialism.

Posted by the Flea at 06:51 AM

March 06, 2007



Speaking of awesome... eths in general and Candice in particular. When Ambrose gets the engineering finished on my Odic battle zeppelin I will strap on the Stompity Stomp Stomp Boots, set out on an aetheric rescue mission to the lower planes of the Abyss and Crucifère is playing LOUD.

Posted by the Flea at 06:57 AM | Comments (2)

Lamb: Softly

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 06:54 AM

Ice ice baby

A little local colour here today... The Sister of the Flea alerted me to street closures and the re-routing of street cars as ice continues to fall from the sides of the CN Tower. This CityNews footage shows great sheets of the stuff crashing down. The tight shot does not adequately convey the scale of the problem; the view is of the Tower just below what used to be called the Space Deck - and perhaps it still is, it is the smaller pod just below the white spire in this image - at 1465ft. This is 300ft higher than the top of the Empire State Building. At least one guy got clocked by falling ice, I imagine he is lucky to have got away as lightly as he did.

On a tangentially chilly note: While I find myself predisposed against most "extreme" sports I confess I am impressed by sub-aqua hockey if only for the Alice Through the Looking-Glass effect of skating on the underside of the ice (via Rantburg).

Sub-aqua ice hockey is the latest craze for extreme sports enthusiasts. Forget ice skates, helmets and padding, all you need to have a go at sub-aqua ice hockey is a wet suit, flippers and a good set of lungs. Played under the ice of a frozen lake and upside down, the sport is proving to be a big hit among extreme sports enthusiasts.
Posted by the Flea at 06:51 AM

March 05, 2007

Vampire Chicks with Chainsaws


Brava! File under "self-explanatory". I have only seen the trailer but I am pretty sure this is the movie Tarantino wishes he made.

For centuries a battle has been fought between good and evil and really evil.
Posted by the Flea at 06:47 AM | Comments (5)

Monster: Operatives

Easily the best reality-themed vampire serial I have seen on YouTube; in fact, Monster: Operatives is the best Scooby Gang serial I have seen since Buffy. In a strange way, the spirit of Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser is strong in this one... certainly, the phrase "chode glows blue" justifies the entire project in episode two. Arguably not safe for work due to language, generalized vulgarity and production values.

Monster Operatives is a reality series that follows a cell of agents stationed in Northern California whose job is to hunt the creatures of the night. Follow them through the cameraman's eye as they battle vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and much more. Don't miss an episode of the web series that is being hailed as a mix between Kevin Smith, X-Files, and Cops. New episodes are posted every Monday.
Posted by the Flea at 06:43 AM

March 02, 2007

The greatest moment in entertainment history


What could be better than this, the Year of the Pig?

Pigs... in space! If I was starting a new blog I would demand everyone call me Dr. Strangepork. This one gets better and better until it reaches a crescendo of awesome. Then there is some banter with Mark Hamill.

In related news: This almost lost Atari classic.

Posted by the Flea at 06:54 AM | Comments (3)

Crystal Gayle: River Road

A formative moment in the television viewing of the Flea as a boy.* Now is the time at the Flea when we dance. Prairie dogs kick ass, btw.

* An even more formative moment from the same episode... We Must Believe in Magic.

Posted by the Flea at 06:53 AM | Comments (2)

A feathered fish

Ace has a round-up of comment on Sony's tremendous job of death by brand suicide. It is amazing these otherwise clever corporate types can have forgotten a simple word like "Beta".

It's a feathered fish, a fish that neither swims nor flies. About half of a computer, for about price of a half of a computer, which is, alas, far more than people are used to for paying for a game console.
Posted by the Flea at 06:51 AM

March 01, 2007

Wake up, cave girl!


Vivienne Westwood's latest has provoked all the usual suspects; slogans and cave girl ideology did the trick. Quite where triumphant Flea-ish hats fit into the picture escapes me for the moment but I am certain I will come up with something.

"It's a political message. The cave girl has just opened her eyes and doesn't know human beings yet," Westwood said backstage ahead of her show, as make-up artists were applying thick layers of silver-sparkle eye shadow to models' faces.

"She doesn't know that human beings have a choice. They can become cultivated ... or become animals that destroy. We have become animals that destroy. The message is that there is no progress without culture," the red-headed Westwood said.

Small aside: Who writes this stuff? I would like to point out I was interviewed and turned down for an Entertainment Reporter position for a major daily newspaper just over a year ago now; I suspect I could do better than "the red-headed Westwood". Not The Age but still and I digress. In related news, Vivienne Westwood and John Galliano have activated their wonder twin powers to form IQONS, reportedly intended to be a MySpace for the fashion industry. The Flea's Château de Mauvais Goût label may soon have a home...

Posted by the Flea at 07:07 AM | Comments (4)

Godhead: Eleanor Rigby

Now is the time at the Flea when we dance.

Posted by the Flea at 07:04 AM

My eyes are moist

Paperlilies and Endless Joe have a rematch and I am once again forced to wonder why anyone bothers with cable television anymore; there is so much more on the tubes.

Posted by the Flea at 07:03 AM