I wasn’t going to post another blog until tomorrow night, but I just came across this little gem and if I don’t share it with you right this minute, I couldn’t live with myself for depriving you of such a stellar slice of cheese.
It’s a Finnish cover of The Village People’s“YMCA”, by ’70s rokk ikkons Gregorious. Remember them?
No, me neither, but I hear they were HUGE in Finland.
I don’t care what anyone says, any video featuring scoop shorts, tube socks and an electric organ has to be good.
This video makes me happy.
Just watch. You won’t regret it:
And if you can’t get enough of those wonderful Finns and their cutting-edge choreography and fashion sense, CLICK HERE.
I am booking a holiday to Finland tomorrow. Anyone care to join me?
Ok, I’m taking my poor, sleep deprived self off to bed. I will endeavour to be back tomorrow, to begin posting the seemingly endless backlog of photo blogs I have pending… oyy…
Modobs wants to know which celebrity I’d spend time with on a desert island.
It’s a new tag. Woohoo!
Although, there is a really big part of me that just really doesn’t want to go there.
Why, you ask?
Well, I’ve been known to have odd taste in men. At least that’s what I’ve been told. I prefer to think of myself as umm… eclectic? I really don’t have a “type”. People appeal to me for different reasons, and it’s more often than not, it’s some kind of talent or cerebral connection that makes me all hot and bothered. I also change crushes almost as often as I change my underwear – which is quite often, I’m sure you’re pleased to know.
I sometimes also fancy people that even I wouldn’t expect.
I said I don’t have a type, but if I did, he doesn’t fit it. He’s showy, he wears tacky jewellery and his contrived “too cool for school” image would normally be enough to turn me off quite spectacularly. Not to mention that unintentionally hilarious theme song for his show. Did nobody have the guts to tell him that he can’t sing? That said, I still get it stuck in my head for days on end…
However.
The guy is fucking sexy. His show has been on repeating on late night TV for the last few weeks here and I’m hooked.
Almost everything he does is an illusion, but dang it’s impressive. He’s a master of sleight of hand and his stunts are insane. Everything from having a Humvee drive onto his chest whilst lying on a bed of spikes, to purposely getting struck by lightning and trying to blow himself up with dynamite.
He likes to push the boundaries, and that to me, is sexy. He can conjure me up some coconuts any time.
Here is Criss being hit by a car at high speed. As you do.
… and here’s one of his many tricks he perfoms on the unsuspecting public in the street. Almonds and plums into cockroaches, yum!
Looking for photos of him tonight, I noticed that he has a really bad haircut now. I might not like him anymore.
Verka Serduchka is a comedic character, and could best be described as Ukraine’s answer to Dame Edna Everage.
Verka came second (representing Ukraine) in this year’s Eurovision Song Contest. He/she was the hot favourite to win, but was tragically pipped at the post by that mob from Serbia… [sob]
Before the Eurovision final, Jules sent me a video of Verka’s entry in the competition, Dancing Lasha Tumbai and I was transfixed. I think you either love her or hate him/her. If nothing else, you have to laugh. This song just makes me so very happy…
So, I have a crush on a drag queen (who is by all reports not gay… so that’s something in my favour), and imagine my joy when I discovered that the man under the sparkly headwear is so dashingly handsome, I want to have his babies. Immediately.
The only photo of him on the internet – and it’s not even a good one.
Watch this instead. It’s a rather clever video featuring a duet and tango between Verka and her alter ego (see above), Andrey Danilko, who is a rather talented composer apart from Verka. He really is rather gorgeous…
So. As a result of this year’s Eurovision, I now have a rather obnoxious fetish for eastern European accents and cheesy Europop novelty songs. I think I need help. Especially since just this week I purchased 3 cd’s by Verka Serduchka on Ebay (AU$40 for the three including postage – bargain!) from someone in the Ukraine. The cd’s don’t even have english lettering on them. It’s all in that crazy Ukranian/Russian chirography.
[sigh]
I am a poor, lost soul…
So there you go modobs. Are you happy now I have revealed my ridiculous taste in men to the entire interweb? Then again, it could be worse… I could have picked Julian MacMahon… Teehee!
No, nobody gave me flowers. I would be too busy dying of a heart attack if that happened, to post a blog.
I have flowers in my garden. Flowers that I planted myself.
FOR REAL, TRUE BLUE, FAIR DINKUM…
flowers.
I know it’s not quite normal to get excited over a few flowers. The world is full of flowers, after all… but if you had my appalling track record when it comes to having a level of responsibility high enough to keep a plant alive, you too would be excited. I could murder a plant at 20 paces just by looking at it. I’ve even killed a freaking cactus.
Strangely enough, I’ve never had the same problem with weeds…
I’m dead impressed that most of my bulbs have come up. Half the tulips are yet to be seen, but the jonquils are flowering already and the hyacinth’s are bursting forth.
Oh, check out the carrots. Remember the first one I pulled? You can just see that they’re ALL going to look like that. Poor little carrots.
Did you like my little slideshow? Apologies if the spinning photo’s made you dizzy, but they remind me of that spinning segue effect in the original Batman and I couldn’t resist. You gotta love the original Batman. Here’s the trailer for the 1966 movie. If you’ve never seen it, it’s a must. Hilarious.
Watch out for the Exploding Man Eating Shark. Holy sardine!!
Fantastic.
So.
I have now given birth to vegetables, flowers and cats.
Next stop……….children!
Eh, maybe not.
I don’t think anyone who includes Batman and carrots in the same blog, is qualified to be a parent.
Song of the Day – The Captain Matchbox Whoopie Band – If Youse A Viper
After my last post about vibrators, you ought to see how much search engine traffic I get containing the word “vibrator” now. Second only to “huge tits”, which comes in at around 100 or so search matches and climbing rapidly. The thing is, I’m still trying to work out exactly where I used the phrase “huge tits” anywhere in my blog. I assume it has something to do with the “Max Strikes Again” post, seeing as I did make mention of my bra size in that particular posting. Actually, it’s most likely in the comment section. Just like I get a tonne of traffic looking for the Sybian since Firm so thoughtfully mentioned it in a comment a while back. Sorry to disappoint you, people! Nothing to see here…
…although I daresay I’ve probably doubled my search engine traffic just by writing that paragraph. Hah!
Oh, the other thing about the “huge tits” result, is that I did a Google search on that very term myself and I was nowhere to be seen. Well, I gave up after about page 17, but who goes back that far? Must be some other dodgy search engine…
I have a couple of little gems for you. I meant to include them in the last post, but my wee pea brain forgot.
This advertisement is a cracker.
It is heartening, don’t you think, that the Hamilton Beach Vibrator is particularly helpful for “rubbing out the throbbing pain” and bringing “a tingling, cheerful glow that invigorates and refreshes”. But quite honestly, I don’t think I’d want that contraption anywhere near my delicate body parts…
Whilst we’re on the subject of sex toys that moonlight as household appliances, I recently came across (no pun intended, get your mind out of the gutter. Geez.) this little beauty:
The inventor was cleaning her carpets when she noticed that a piece of rubber caught in the tube was gently resonating with the air flow. Next thing you know, she had come up with a prototype to jam on the end of her vacuum cleaner, that gave her an orgasm in ten seconds.
Ten seconds without even touching skin! It just works on air flow alone.
Well, that’s all well and good, but I’d think that would rather take the fun out of it. I mean, isn’t a large part of the joy in the journey?
Oh, but it can also apparently, give multiple, back-to-back orgasms lasting up to a minute at a time… BUT WHAT ABOUT THE NOISE??
Seriously. I can barely stand being in the same room as a vacuum cleaner even when I’m not feeling like sexy time.
I think I’ll pass.
Here’s the commercial:
Why they got a man to give it the thumbs up, I’m still not sure. . .
Ok. I had other stuff to say, but I think that’s enough for today. And probably all I have to say on the subject of vibrators for a while. Maybe.
(Psst Tommy… Your wrapping instructions didn’t work…)
I was inspired by watching the Saturday morning part of last weekend’s Rage today, which I’d recorded on DVD…
Aussie’s will get that.
I saw some old favourites and enjoyed them so much, I started making a list. . .
There are songs and accompanying music video’s I have loved over the years and I feel a compulsion to share them with you.
The only criteria is that I have to like both the song and the video.
A lot.
It matters not what era, or genre it comes from.
It just has to be of quality. Funny or not.
Here is the first.
The band is Supergrass and the song is “Pumping On Your Stereo”. I’ve just watched it on YouTube, after viewing it on my rather large televsion, and despite how it looks on the small screen, believe me when I say there is almost nothing in the way of CGI going on here, if anything at all.
It’s just very clever puppeteering and crafty camerawork.
It really doesn’t look nearly as good on blotchy old YouTube as it does on my plasma, but it still makes me smile.
I hope you like it.
More to come. . .
Song Of The Day – Supergrass – Pumping On Your Stereo
I’ve no excuse for slacking off with my postings of Yacht Rock, but I’m quite sure than no one but Jules will have noticed. Mind you, I do get a lot of search engine traffic for it, so it’s on with the show….
Let’s see. Where are we up to?
Ah, yes. Episode 5 – “I Believe In It”.
I’m quite fond of this one…
In this episode, these questions and more, may or may not be answered:
Who really put the smooth in Michael Jackson? It appears a spear gun plays some part…
How could Michael Jackson possibly be a catalyst for Kenny Loggins and Michael McDonald to kiss and make up?
Who knew that Vincent Price had supernatural powers? And here I was, thinking he was just an actor…
Go! Go! Toto go!
Bye bye Koko! [waves]
And as a special bonus, here is Episode 6 – “The Seed Drill”.
I’m not only posting this to make up time, but also because it’s an odd episode and I’m not sure it would stand too well on its own…
It’s a history lesson with a difference.
And the lesson is Jethro Tull. The real Jethro Tull. Watch and you’ll see…
Hint: You will appreciate it a whole lot more if you’ve watched Episode One.
Is it wrong that I can name every Jethro Tull song included on the soundtrack? I feel like such a tragic…
Yes, it’s that time of the month again, folks. The emotional rollercoaster is in motion and I’ve decided it’s much better that I post inane quizzes and generally keep my mouth shut until the motion sickness goes away…
I do have a rather wicked post about vibrators in the works. So we have that to look forward to, which is nice.
In the meantime, I need chocolate and sex and bad television, and not in that order.
See? I told you I should keep my mouth shut.
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Check out this tv commerical for Dial Antiperspirant that my friend Jules found on YouTube. I’m not sure what else to say about it, except that it gave us both acid flashbacks – unbeknownst to each other. Weird. Neither of us could stop watching it. We had headspins. I don’t know if it’s the animation, the music or the voice over, or all of them together. Every time I watch it I get spiral eyes (you know, like in cartoons). I kid you not.
Must…. be… dial….. dry………………..
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This quiz I nabbed from Stiletto’s blog, is surprisingly accurate. I had the same result when I did it about two years ago (men can do it too):
The Peach
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLM) Playful, kind, and well-loved, you are The Peach.For such a warm-hearted, generous person, you’re surprisingly experienced in both love and sex. We credit your spontaneous side; you tend to live in the moment, and you don’t get bogged down by inhibitions like most women your age. If you see something wonderful, you confidently embrace it.
Your exact female opposite: The Nymph
Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer
You are a fun flirt and an instant sweetheart, but our guess is you’re becoming more selective about long-term love. It’s getting tougher for you to become permanently attached; and a guy who’s in a different place emotionally might misunderstand your early enthusiasm. You can wreck someone simply by enjoying him.
Your ideal mate is adventurous and giving, like you. But not overly intense.
DREAD: The False Messiah (DBLM)
CONSIDER: The Loverboy (RGLM), The Playboy (RGSM), or The Boy Next Door (RGLD)
And not in that “cry at a drop of a hat” sort of way
You just get most guys – even if you’re not trying to
Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets
No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!
Pop the champagne and fire up the popcorn maker…. it’s Eurovision!
A high-camp feast of musical mayhem and predictable political prejudices and persuasions. A boon for the bookmakers. An excuse for the European pop music community to drink copious amounts of alcohol and rub uglies. An opportunity for European dancers to grin maniacally and display their interpretive dancing skills. A chance for European set designers to let their penchant for garish colours and flashing lights run free. A night for female performers to wear costumes so brief and wispy so as to get a chill in their kidneys.
Not familiar with the Eurovision Song Contest? Abba had their big break when they won it back in the 70’s with their ostentasiously costumed rendition of ‘Waterloo’.
It is the highlight of my television viewing year. Better even, than the AFL Grand Final. 3 1/2 hours of laugh-til-your-cheeks-hurt, cringe-worthy bliss. This show is FUNNY. F.U.N.N.Y. Thanks, in large part to the wonderful commentary of British tv/radio icon Terry Wogan. Sardonic, dry, and very, very witty with his lovely lilting Irish accent. He ought to be good. He’s been commentating Eurovision for nearly 40 years…
Every year, Eurovision unintentionally takes on a different theme. Most years at least 90% of the songs feature something in common. Last year just about every person on stage was wearing white. This year, was the year of gothic overtones and pyrotechnics, thanks to the stylings of last year’s winners, Lordi from Finland.
This is the video of Lordi’s winning performace from last year. So much fun. Watch. You won’t regret it. Hard Rock Hallelujah! [how they don't all go up in flames towards the end, is still quite beyond me...]
Eurovision is watched by over 600 million people worldwide and has a cult following in Australia. We don’t take part in it, for obvious reasons, so we have no vested interest, but the people of Europe take it all terribly seriously, which is funny in itself. We just sit and laugh our boxes off at the supreme kitschness of it all and Sir Wogan’s witticisms.
There are heats and semi-finals in every country that takes part; it goes on and on for months, but the Grand Prix de Europe (er, Grand Final), is open to only 24 countries. The format of the show runs in two parts. First, all 24 countries perform their respective and universally puke-worthy songs. Second half of the programme is the vote. We’ll get to that part.
First, I’ll share some stills of a few choice acts chosen to represent their respective countries:
BULGARIA
It’s the Bulgarian Sheila E and the Mulletman. Ok, his name isn’t really Mulletman, but he does have rather spectacular hair. It’s all about percussion…
UNITED KINGDOM
Honestly. CAN they be serious? Just look at them. This lot make Bucks Fizz look like The Beatles. The UK are given a free pass to the Eurovision final every year, along with Germany, France and Spain. Their entries are almost universally TERRIBLE. The thing that concerns me most, is that the songs selected to represent each country are chosen by the general public… I thought Morrissey was supposed to get a gander this year? What happened?!
GERMANY
Last year, Germany did a Country & Western song, complete with cowboy outfits. This year the flavour was Big Band Swing. In German. How very…. Brecht. Not.
BELARUS
A chintzy pseudo rock song of the highest order, sung by a young man bearing an uncanny resemblance to Princess Diana. Complete with chorus:
Work your magic
You set my beating heart in motion
Will you cast your loving potion
Over me
I rest my case.
GEORGIA
Georgia’s first ever Eurovision Grand Final appearance. It wasn’t half bad, either, if not a bit strange to look at. A couple of energetic, spinning Cossacks waving swords about and a pretty woman in a red dress, singing a kind of electro-goth anthem. I guess you had to be there….
MOLDOVA
This is probably best illustrated by Terry Wogan’s introduction:
“There’s a lot of impetuous head-shaking and scarf-waving, and it’s the outfit of the evening, lads, from Natalia. Altogether now, when she’s finished playing the fiddle, I want you to shout….”PULL UP YOUR TROUSERS!!”"
Then, when the song was over:
“We can only hope her mother wasn’t watching that.. [chuckles]. That was quite frightening…”
FORMER YUGOSLAV REPUBLIC OF MACEDONIA
Aren’t you glad you don’t live there? It would take you ten years just to say where you lived. I include this young lady, because she had the longest legs and shortest skirt of the evening, by a long shot. There was even a fairly decent shot of her arse at one point, which thrilled my husband no end. Gotta love those Eurobabes.
HUNGARY
Hungary sings the blues. Maybe they are hung(a)ry? Ok, that was possibly the lamest joke ever uttered, even in the name of Eurovision., but that’s what it does to you. I swear.
Did I mention how wonderful this all looked on the 42″ inch Plasma? Fan-bloody-tastic.
The second half of the show is made up of the voting process, where they cross to 42 separate countries by satellite link to have a short chat and get the results of the telephone votes from the public, via some local tv celebrity. You’d think it would be quite torturous, but it’s actually very amusing. Partly because so many of the votes are so utterly predictable with neighbouring countries and political allies voting for each other, often with complete disregard to the quality of the act they’re voting for. Croatia gives top votes to Bosnia & Herzogovina and vice versa, Iceland votes for Finland, Moldova votes for Romania, Belarus for Russia, Cyprus for Greece… you get the picture. There was an even more apparent voting block going on this year between the Eastern European countries, not helped that there were two new additions to the fray.
Despite the bias and the accompanying tutting and pffting, it all seems to work out in the end.
What really tickles me is that the poor old UK, France and Germany really don’t have any friends to give them the big points, so they just pick up the odd stray vote along the way. Everybody say “awwwwwww”, heh.
SERBIA
This year, Serbia came out on top, by a fairly decent margin with a heart wrenching power ballad to rival all power ballads, sung by a bunch of women in drag, looking like refugees from the island of Lesbos who all seem to have had a nasty accident with the same curling iron:
UKRAINE
… but this is who should have won! If you only watch one of these videos, make it Verka! Hilarious! I’m in love. I want to have his babies. It’s taken me so long to put this blog up because I’ve spent most of the week so far watching Verka videos on YouTube. Best Eurovision song, EVER. It even gives Lordi a run for their money…. WATCH IT. I dare you! [titter]
Only in Europe, could millions of people vote a bunch of women in drag, and a cross dressing man into first and second place in such a political minefield of a song contest. I love it.
So, that pretty much wraps up Eurovision for another year. There were more videos I wanted to include, and if you want to see more, there are loads of great, chuckle-worthy performances on YouTube.
Serbia – 268
Ireland – 5
Oh, stuff it. Here’s one more. This is Switzerland’s entry which didn’t make it past the Semi Final, even though it was tipped as a hot favourite. It cracks me up. The artist is DJ Bobo (which is funny in itself), and the song is…. well, quite surreal. ‘Vampires Are Alive”. Just see it for yourself. Personally I’m quite fond of the shop mannequins in the background.
If you still can’t get enough, check out this blog here. It’s a cracker and it was written by an American who has never felt the sheer elation that a Eurovision final can bring, yet still manages to intrinsically appreciate the supreme cheesiness of it all.
Song Of The Day – Verka Serduchka – Dancing Lasha Tumbai
I found this Kodak commercial from the 60’s. It thrills me.
It’s new! It’s now! It’s Flash Cube!
Help me…. I can’t stop go-go dancing…
Does anyone else remember flash cubes, or am I really starting to show my age? I was a child of the ’70’s and my first camera predated me, but I have very clear memories of those little cubes. You only got 4 flashes per cube…
Whatever you do, don’t blink!
This was my first camera:
No frills, circa 1968-’73 with no built-in flash. It had a manual wind-on mechanism and I distinctly remember the resounding “click” when you pressed the shutter and the torturous process of winding back the film at the end of a roll. I used to think I was pretty special because my camera had two different settings for if it was sunny or overcast, as you can see in the picture above, just above the lens. It took crappy pictures, but I didn’t care. I took it everywhere with me. Nice to see nothing has changed in that regard…
Ohh, look! I found a picture of me with my trusty Instamatic 33:
I still have the photos I took that day, which would illustrate beautifully the quality (or lack thereof) of the prints, but I couldn’t be arsed going through 30 boxes to find them. I think I still have the camera somewhere, too….
Coming in Episode Four (it’s a corker!):
Will Toto be the ones to bring Michael McDonald Into the smooth rock of the ’80’s? And whatever happened to Tab anyway?
So, Jules and I were having a conversation on one of my blogs, about cheesy videos on YouTube.
She told me, she’d just been watching a video on ‘How to do ‘The Hustle”.
Y’know…. the disco dance craze from the ’70’s.
I was then reminded of one of my favourite videos in the vast YouTube cannon.
Oh, it just thrills me…
I’m not quite sure what that says about me, except that I have an extreme fetish for CHEEEZE.
I’m a bit of a disco queen, myself. Ever since I picked up a second hand vinyl copy of ‘Let’s Disco!’ and the accompanying instructional book around 15 years ago.
“Step round, back, and together with the right…”
I should offer lessons. Any takers?
Although, I may not be as good as the man with the smooth moves in this video…
I also don’t recall ever learning that step he does in the last 30 seconds. I wonder if it has a name? You have to admit, it’s fairly impressive…. [snicker]
Now, make sure you have your dancing shoes ready. Those Finnish peeps really know how to get their groove on….
**WARNING: Do not eat or consume fizzy beverages for the duration of this video.
I’m in love with all the ladies’ shoes…
I’m also intrigued as to how the woman goes through all the instructional part at the beginning, only to jig about doing her own thing when the party really gets going. What’s all that about?
It’s the 
