One of the great goofy films that will likely never see a proper release on home video at this point. A shame too since it has a lot of fun with some of the so-bad-they’re-good films of yesteryear. My look at it over on Needless Things.
http://www.needlessthingssite.com/2015/05/it-came-from-hollywood.html
Hidden away in the tiny little Southern hamlet known as Atlanta, Georgia (you may even have heard of it) there is small group of people tirelessly plugging away at making an old art form new and enjoyable again. This group, the Atlanta Radio Theatre Company, written as ARTC (and pronounced “Artsy”) from here on out, specialize in doing new old-style radio entertainment, and they like to point out that there is adventure in sound when performing or promoting their stories. But simply saying “adventure” is shortchanging their library a bit.
Robin Williams was one of the most genuinely funny human beings I’ve ever seen. Watching him perform stand-up, hell, even seeing him in most interviews, was like watching a manic ball of energy devoted to sheer joy and laughter.
A Night at the Met was probably my favorite comedy album for years. I wore out two tapes before getting it on CD. In my teens and twenties, Robin Williams and his stand up (and the experimental improv comedy he did) was one of the most influential things in shaping my humor into what it is today.
I’m at a loss for word to express how much it saddens me that not only has he died, but that the reports at this time indicate that he has apparently died by his own hands.
I have no idea who created this, but they’re a genius.
Or they just have way too much time on their hands.
Whichever.
The Five Stages of Being a Voter in 2012
And now the other side’s pain in 2012…
The Five Stages of Being a Democrat in 2012
Having been sick for almost a week now, I’ve been really itching to share some misery. To that end, I give you the first Puns & Jokes thread. Feel free to add your worst.
The Mission
I commanded a submarine in her Majesty’s Navy during the last World War and I had at least one secret mission. The famous spy and notorious ladies man Harry Lime, the celebrated Third Man, had developed a sudden case of astigmatism — and many of his espionage activities forbade dependence on spectacles.
At that time only one visionary in the world was working on the development of a practical contact lens: A specialist at Sir Walter Reed Hospital in America.
I was ordered to convey Lime in the utmost secrecy and the fetch him home again. Lime was an excellent actor, of course, but, after observing him navigate his way around the sub and interact with its crew for a few days with little or no problems, I began to suspect that there was nothing wrong with his vision. I then learned from one of my men that Lime had a girlfriend who lived not twenty miles from the hospital. So, upon docking in port, I called him into my cabin.
After having him sit, I fixed him with my most serious gaze. “I consider my duties to Queen and Country to be of the utmost importance and do not look kindly upon trivial wastes of time. If this is indeed a legitimate mission,” I said coolly, “I have no problems with it. However, if there are certain… other agendas… at work here, I will be less then pleased with the situation.”
“Now, I can’t prove a thing against you,” I said to the now uncomfortable spy, “but I’m ordering you to go directly from the sub, Lime, to the Reed oculist.”
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