Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Yet another reminder of why I love pop culture


I was recently introduced to "Rick and Morty," an adult-oriented animated show that most geeks worth their PS4s discovered years ago. I don't need to add yet another glowing review, or detailed analysis, to an internet swimming with both. However, one of the show's most-discussed moments reminded me, quite compellingly, why I love pop culture so much. So I figured I'd write about that.

At the end of an episode titled "Auto Erotic Assimilation," in which Rick visits an old flame who turns out to be a body-snatching hive mind, the mad scientist retreats, heartbroken, to his garage-based lab. (If you haven't seen this episode, get thee to Hulu and watch it right now! And then come back here and read the rest of this post.) He removes a small, blobby alien from cryogenic deep freeze and insta-thaws it. The little creature is clearly distressed, as it likely was the instant he froze it to begin with. In a rare, and unexpectedly moving, show of compassion, Rick gently pets the poor creature.

It quickly becomes apparent that he's soothing it because he's about to zap it out of existence with one of his laser-y contraptions. After doing so, he sets the machine up to zap him -- but before it can, he slumps onto his desk. The killer beam barely misses his head. As he sleeps off yet another hangover, night turns to day, and we see Rick's son-in-law, Jerry, merrily weed-whacking the driveway just outside the garage, without a care in the world.

The tonal shift of this scene from the madcap, raunchy antics that preceded it is remarkable. The sad, beautiful song "Do You Feel It?" by Seattle indie band Chaos Chaos soundtracks the entire scene, and it perfectly complements the existentialism and emotionality on display. Wordlessly, this stunning scene humanizes Rick, helping us empathize with his loss of love and the frustration he feels as a genius surrounded by lesser minds. It also shows that he isn't simply a madman with zero regard for the welfare of other living things.

Part of what makes the scene great is the ambiguity baked into it: Did Rick mean to save his own life, or did he simply pass out before the laser energized? Did he unfreeze and kill the creature to "set it free" (rather than continuing to keep it cooped up like a lab rat)? Did he kill it because he planned to end his own life as well and wouldn't be around to take care of it?

Whatever his motivation, his tenderness toward the seemingly simple being adds depth to the character of Rick and to the show as a whole. This scene makes it obvious that Rick and Morty's interdimensional adventures, while often wacky and fun, come at a price, at least for Rick. It turns out that dating outside your species, galaxy, and reality isn't any easier than sticking to OkCupid. And being possibly the smartest human ever isn't all wine and roses.

I love how pop culture, at its best, can draw us in, get an emotional hold on us, and then upend our expectations, taking us somewhere, emotionally and otherwise, we never thought we'd go. The ending of "Auto Erotic Assimilation" blindsides you in the best way. Even within the context of a show about infinite parallel realities, this masterful scene knocks us off-balance and makes us wonder what kind of show it is, exactly, that we're growing increasingly attached to.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

The yummy and the profane

Few sites have as straightforward a domain name as this one. Just another iteration of the popular rule that if you can imagine it, it exists on the Internet -- and it's swearing at you for no good reason.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Missing Missy


I don't care if it's real or a work of fiction; the e-mail thread currently circulating on Facebook, in which a designer mercilessly mocks a lowly admin, is one of the funniest things I've read all year. I literally laughed until I cried. I hope even cat lovers can appreciate its greatness.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

She may not deserve the Oscar she gets tomorrow...

...but Sandra Bullock is undeniably a good sport, based on her performance at the Razzies. Will this be the first time in movie history that someone wins an Academy Award and a Razzie for the same year?

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Cash on coins


One of my favorite Marketplace Money stories of the year aired yesterday. It's a report on the state of coin collecting in an increasingly cash-free society, delivered by a correspondent named... wait for it... Cash Peters. Seriously. I've rarely heard such a fast-paced, witty piece on something so potentially dull.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Are you a chronic oversleeper?


Do you turn off your alarm in a half-awake state instead of simply hitting snooze?

Clocky just might change your life. (Thanks to Sheri for telling me about this funniest and most awesome of products.)

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Mnemonics drill

For a recent nutrition test, I had to memorize the eight B vitamins in order. I came up with a helpful mnemonic: To Remember, Not Botch, Peanut Butter For Breakfast. And though I did not, in fact, have peanut butter with my morning meal on the day of the test, I did manage to remember thiamin, riboflavin, niacin, biotin, pantothenic acid, B6, folate, and B12. I told my friend and coworker Sheri about TRNBPBFB, and she sent me this:
Whenever I hear "mnemonic devices," I remember Bart Simpson's classic:

"Canada's governors general: Clowns Love Haircuts; So Should Lee Marvin's Valet."
To which I replied, reasonably enough: "What does it stand for?" Here's her response:
Thank you, Wikipedia:

When Bart is listing mnemonics, one he uses is "Quiet nerds burp only near school," to remember the original four Canadian provinces. (Quebec, New Brunswick, Ontario, and Nova Scotia.

Another mnemonic Bart uses is for the Canadian Governors General, "Clowns love haircuts, so should Lee Marvin's valet" (Adrienne Clarkson, Roméo LeBlanc, Ray Hnatyshyn, Jeanne Sauvé, Edward Schreyer, Jules Léger, Roland Michener, and Georges Vanier)
Classic.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

The mellifluous tones of academe


University of Chicago's "Make Your Own Academic Sentence" randomizer suggests that the school values self-deprecation at least as much as self-importance. Would that more major institutions of higher learning could laugh so heartily about their own ridiculousness. My first sentence, by the way, was this: "The eroticization of pop culture opens a space for the engendering of print culture." So true. (Hat tip to Steven for the link.)

Thursday, October 15, 2009

"The Toreador Song" as you've REALLY never heard it before



Astonishing and wonderful. Thanks to Limmie for posting the clip on Facebook.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Cat on a hot steel cab


Or whatever cabs are made of. Found the image at the Capitol Hill Seattle blog, which even non-Hill residents might enjoy.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Call me Ishmael


Car on the fritz? Consider investing in a WhaleMobile. Craig's List, you're an ongoing study in human wonderfulness. Long may you live! (Thanks to Dane for sending this my way.)

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Nerdy Nintendo humor

Kelly brought a few choice Super Mario Brothers spoofs to my attention yesterday. "Luigi Finally Snaps" is among the best, as are these:



Tuesday, August 25, 2009

An explanation


I jest, of course. But not about being unemployed again. If anybody knows of anything remunerative that I might enjoy doing, or not hate doing, please don't be shy about bringing it to my attention. (Unless you want it for yourself, that is.)

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Lost in Translation Party

Among Web sites destined to waste at least five minutes of your time, it's way up there. One of my recent "parties" proved particularly successful. I wish I had the money to put it on a T-shirt.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Wit and wisdom


Great piece in the New York Times Magazine about Obama's sense of humor. I particularly like this passage:
But perhaps the more jarring if overlooked moment in Obama’s answer came just before that, when he endeavored to cast himself in the place of his friend Henry Louis Gates Jr., whose trouble began when he needed to break into his own home. “I mean, if I was trying to jigger into — well, I guess this is my house now, so it probably wouldn’t happen,” the president said. Then he flashed a mischievous grin and added, “Here I’d get shot.”
And this one:
What makes Obama’s humor more combustible isn’t just its spontaneity but also its distinctly postmodern, Seinfeldian premise. There’s an absurdist quality to the president’s less serious side, a sense that he woke up this morning to find himself occupying this singularly bizarre place in American life and that he has just now become aware that he’s the only sane guy in the room.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

What not to eat


Steven recently told me about This Is Why You're Fat, a mean-sounding blog that actually caters (no pun intended) to my love of the absurd and the edible. Some of what readers submit is truly surreal; it's basically the OINY of eats.

Shatner reads Palin


Yes, I'm the last person on earth one to see this major water-cooler phenomenon. So sue me.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Wanted: Facebook addicts

Stories like this always make me think of a classic, and prescient, Far Side panel: