Puppets
Because it's funny, that's why.
Because it's funny, that's why.
posted by slaghammer at 12:51 AM
Saturday, November 18, 2006
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41 Comments:
ha! I knew the prince of darkness was behind mattel all along! Nice touch with the groin bulges and the groupies. Slag, YOU ROCK!!!!
LOL, that's awesome. Very entertaining. I wonder if the puppeteer makes his own puppets or has them made. I also thought it was cool how he was able to play the puppets like a keyboard. Very Cool...thanks for sharing.
The puppeteer should've glues a thing the to face of the "Lemmy". I love that song- ever since I saw the first episode of the Young Ones. Sheesh, what was that? 1982?
brilliant.
Yeah, I concur with stucco. Lemmy puppet needed less teeth and the conjoined twin on his chin.
I wonder if they had groupie puppet
sex as the second act...
I want one! Imagine the dull moments I could whittle away with this contraption! I could even hook the control to the dog's tail, pet him and.... GO!
I wonder how Hank would work on it? Thanks for sharing this bit of insanity!
Hi Judith, was there ever any doubt that Ken doll was one of Satan’s crafty minions?
Hey Skinny, I thought the bow tie was a good twist too.
Hi Stucco, I’m pretty sure they are a cover band. They’re just a little too pretty for rock.
Hi s@bd, thanks for dropping by. I think the puppeteer shows signs of brilliance mixed with a dollop of clinical psychosis. I wish I had come up with the idea first.
Hello Hammer, to get a more realistic effect, all of the puppets could do with a good soaking in a bathtub full of beer and meth. I would go one step further and drag them behind my car and let the dog chew them a bit. That’s what they need.
Hey Madpotter, it would definitely spice up the old Sunday afternoon porch party.
Thanks to you, my 20-month old son has discovered a new video that might possibly dethrone Elmo and Barney. He is completely enthralled by your rocking puppets, so much so that I've had to replay the clip for him a gazillion times. He keeps mimicking the opening and closing of the dolls' huge mouths.
Hmmmmm.
Should the loony mommy start worrying? ;p
Hi Irene, that is hilarious. Considering the escalating weirdness of each successive generation, by the time your little one turns 14ish, I suspect you will look back on his fleeting puppet obsession with feelings of nostalgia. If all goes well, after you have successfully guided him to adulthood, he will suffer from the “mother’s curse” and bear children who will deliver unto him the same panic and anxiety that he caused his dear old mom. Then you can spoil your grandkids with unbridled love and attention thereby adjusting your revenge to a level commensurate with the misery that you endured. He, like all of the generations before him, will someday stand in befuddled disbelief as he utters the most infamous words of parenthood, “What has gotten into these kids today?” or maybe “These kids today have no respect for authority!” or some variation of the theme. I would say that it is destiny, but since I don’t believe in destiny, I will instead call it an unnervingly consistent, self-replicating chain of coincidental happenstances. <];-D
What's upsetting is that these puppets are so much better than anything on MTV. I mean, this or "Fergi-licious"? Easy choice.
This is funny, but at the same time sort of creepy. Am I the only one that gets creeped out by a bunch of dolls?
Hey doc, it is a sad state of affairs. I became aware long ago that I am not MTV’s target audience.
Hi Silverneurotic, you are definitely not the only one who gets creeped out by puppets gone wild. I think it’s some kind of latent genetic predisposition to mistrust things that don’t look right. Kind of like when a dog goes ape shit over a vacuum cleaner. Maybe it’s one of those survival skills that are no longer required but still pop up at the strangest times.
Those blond little groupie hussies besmirch the good name of Barbie with their revealing clothing and their bleached, ratted out tresses. I long for the days of the demur, subtle and only slightly harlotish Barbie who could listen to her Joan Baez in peace...from the stereo of her pink Corvette. Alas, those days are gone. Now...I must drink away the sadness with My Little Ponies. They like scotch.
Hi Kara, it was bound to happen. What’s a Barbie to do now that vapid, self centered, asexual dolls are no longer all the rage. One day they’re cruising in a glittery corvette, next day, licking the mirror for meth scriffens. Since they are no longer popular, the best thing to do is act like you never knew them. It’s better that way.
yes very funny
Hello Msquared, thanks for dropping by.
Happy Thanksgiving, buddy. Enjoy your cranberry jelly... You know what else I love? That great *Sloooooork......splat!* sound when it comes out of the can! LOL! :D
Hi Ann, same to you. I did in fact have my jelly craving satisfied today. It was served intact as canned cranberry sauce was meant to be.
Hi Slag, Here's hoping you and Jilly have/had an enjoyable Thanksgiving.
Cheers,
Stucco and family
Hillarious!
By the way, I once said I'd post a link on my blog but I forgot about it. Will do it now so I can check up on your new stuff!
Cheers!
happy thanks giving to you Jilly and Rachel
This is just too damn funny for 8:00 am... Now I have to show it to the colleagues...
That's funny. Wish I had thought of it! I enjoyed stopping in.
Happy Thanksgiving Slaghammer, I'm having a little get together next week and your invited. See you at my lair.
Lex Luthor
Ace! Frankly it was a bit embarassing to hear that the pupeteer was English!
But as the music was too I suppose that's OK!
That was fucking rad.
Lemmy..
Hi Stucco, we have returned from our T-giving forays with no breached bulkheads or flesh wounds to report.
Hey Goncalo, thanks for the link and the post at your place.
Hi Judith, even after a bit of research, I am embarrassingly ignorant of Irish holidays. I hope it doesn’t sound too shallow that I would wish you and your family a happy “holiday of similar significance.”
Hi Jazz, it’s never too early for bastardized puppet rock.
Hey Gem, thanks for dropping by.
Hi Lex, back at you. I see your plans for world domination are still on track. I will be traveling on the 1st but I’ll do my best to find a computer at the appointed time.
Hi Bazza, in keeping with my unabashed anglophilia, I would like to say thank you to the British Hard-Rock Industrial Complex for making it all possible.
Hi Bostick, yep, what you said.
Why does it remind me of the "Touch of Grey" video?
Crankster is so right! Good call, dude.
So, we're reading your blog in a class and we want to know who you are.
could you post to us at trinblogwarriors.blogspot.com?
Hi Crankster, the eighties were dark days for serious musicians. Bands like the Dead were fighting uphill battles against technicolor polyester shirts and mirror balls. Blues and rock were driven to near extinction in the town I was raised. Thank god for natural selection. ;-)
Hey Doc, yep, what you said.
Hi Colin, thanks for dropping by. The question of “who” is a sticky subject, how about I redirect your question to the “why” of it. Apparently, I did something horrific in a previous life. I can’t imagine what crime could justify the cruel and unusual punishment of being born into this jacked up world, but whatever it was, I think I’ve done a little better this time around. I could do with a little nirvanic utopian bliss if you know what I mean.
You're being dissected in a Class Slag?! Should we start making banners and protests about this?? Quite flattering though..
Hey Judith, it is a little disconcerting. Talk about irony! We spill our guts to the world and go into the rigors when people start picking through the pile. In any case, critique is all about context. Regarding the blog thing, I think it is probably not a good idea to read academic reviews of your work. While compliments are always welcome, obligatory criticism can be taken to heart and there is the danger of succumbing to the dreaded “form over function” disease.
This is officially an awesome movie clip. From November 18th though? Glad to see I'm not the only one who took Thanksgiving away from the blog world...
I saw them in concert once. I threw my panties on the stage.
I actually checked out the site and read a few entries from various students, it smacked of 'alien probing' if you ask me.. I found myself saying 'jeez devote your education to solving world peace and hunger' something more noble rather than dissecting and nit picking the psychology and popular culture behind blogging.
Hi Photo Blog Girl, yep, busted. I returned from my holiday forays with considerable psychic damage. I’m only just now building up the energy for another post.
Hi Mist1, I thought I recognized you down there banging your head.
Hey Judith, objectivity is the nature of the beast. I guess if your task is to analyze and you hold back for fear of hurting somebody’s feelings, then you have failed before you ever started. I tend to be overly protective of people who are easily hurt, unless of course we are talking about computer tech-support personnel or door-to-door god merchants. I think it is called selective enabling or some other such thing.
To be honest I dont think your 'real' identity should be an issue, to me your posts are a joy to read and it really does not matter if your true name is ambrose and you make a living taming feral otters, its totally irrelevant.
Congrats on winning Bestest Blog! Definitely deserve it!
Hey Judith, who told you about my otters?
Hi Dr. A, what? I’ll have to investigate.
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