Ephemera

...but for Laura, you don't need an excuse for terror.

sweet dreams.

[Via CNN.com]

And by sell out, I don't mean that in a bad way. I'm hyper-stoked that Tay Zonday can be commercial even a little bit. He won a Youtube award. I've been freaking out about a bunch of things this week, and when I saw this today I had to get some of them out. This guy is the black Josh Groban, but except he immediately sold his hyper-repetitive song about black history to Dr. Pepper to make one of the most amazing commercials I've ever seen:

Original:

It really is so much better when you don't know til the end what they decided to call it.

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The weather around Cosmodrome HQ has been getting warmer as of late and that means only one thing: Reggaeton. Apartment windows open up, car windows roll down, and soon all the streets are filled with crashing waves of Latin dance music that had been formerly concealed by winter weather. Don't get us wrong, we're into Reggaeton - it makes us feel all woozy inside. (And I'm embarrassed to admit what it makes my thighs want to do.) But after a quick look at the history of Reggaeton, it seems that it began in the late 90s and only becoming widely known after "Gasolina" rocked TRL and your local disco. Given that reggaeton is past its infancy, we must ask: Why, after being around for so many years it hasn't progressed past the same (unbelievably dope) DUM beDUMbum beat (called Dem Bow) in every one of its songs?

Since June is proclaimed by Cosmodrome to be Reggaeton Awareness Month, we've decided to preview for you the PSA that the Cosmodrome PAC has put together and will hopefully run constantly on every channel across this country.

Here's a link to a great "Conversation" between Jonthan Lethem and Rick Moody, two writers I admire. It's worth reading.

TOMORROW'S FRONT PAGE

Keith Richards finally dies because he is eaten by Marlon Brando. Jim Morrison appears and when threatened by Marlon Brando’s hunger, he uses his own obesity to engage in a Sumo-wrestling match with him. During the match, David Bowie ascends to space to escape Marlon Brando. Jim and Marlon both fall on their backs and cannot get up. Scott Baio, searching for his last shred of dignity, peers into Marlon Brando’s pocket where he finds J.D. Salinger. Jimmy Hoffa is found alive and well eeking out survival on berries growing within Marlon Brando’s naval. That senile bastard Ronald Reagan promised Sidney Poitier that the day Keith Richards died, he could be elected President, and Congress passed the bill on account that Keith Richards would never die.

The current season of 24 has had its ups and downs, a decent kill count, and its share of torture pornography. But President Charles Logan, in all his weak-kneed, turkey-gobbled power has really shined as the anti- David Palmer. Then the real reason it hit us: President Charles Logan of "Day 5" is in fact, the spawn of Don Knotts (R.I.P.) and good ole Tricky Dick, the perfect combination. You be the judge.