bedtime story my ass

I knew I'd seen those wolf creatures somewhere before!

really unnecessary...

And we are celebrating the 15th Anniversary of this because?

I mean, really, this exists, but Electric Dreams has yet to be released on DVD?!

i'm, like, famous or something....

the chinese empire strikes back...

Apparently there's a Chinese fortune cookie factory in the dagobah system because this was Craig's fortune at dinner tonight...

actually, that was kinda funny...

This is certainly the best thing on live television since Star Jones quit...

what up with all the doppelgangers and robots?

So there's a really funny collection of people "doing the robot" that you can check out here, but I'll be damned if that one dude on there doesn't look like Craig?!

Speaking of robots, Craig and I were watching the History Channel's excellent documentary Rome: Engineering an Empire last night and I made some joke that Robocop was one of the expert commentators on Roman architecture because there was a Syracuse University professor on there that was named Peter Weller.

But then, I realized that the Peter Weller historian looked an awful lot like the Peter Weller pictured at the right...

Random useless knowledge to all of us...

Robocop really does teach a class called "Hollywood and the Roman Empire" at Syracuse University.

no duh

The Bus Stopcast

Even though the gods are crazy,
Even though the stars are blind,
Todd and Rachel podcast from a Bus Stop this time...

Other lyrical musings include:

• How our wedding date almost didn't happen.

• How to avoid getting on a bus, while waiting for a bus.

• Being watched over by crazy people that hang around bus stops.

• Our favorite other vanity songs (not actually by Vanity).

• Another interview with someone who's kinda famous.


play it here

As always, this, and EVERY, BEWARE OF THE BABYLON podcast can be automatically downloaded to your computer and transferred to your iPod through iTunes.

white people

I love weddings...

proof of god...

the ghosts of 80s movie blogs past...

Okay, now I feel bad I made the Monster Squad joke that I don't punch the werewolf in the nards.

Brent Chalem is the actor who really did play "fat kid" in the movie and he died at the age of 22 from Pneumonia.

Rest in peace Brent.

but who do you call when you have monsters?

First of all, YES this was a real movie.

Second of all, that's not me as the kid who kicks the Werewolf in the nards.

Third of all, this movie needs to come out on DVD pronto!

so hard to tell sometimes...

This weekend at Coney Island, Bryon and I were walking on the beach perplexed by the following delema that we need your assistance on...

GAY or RUSSIAN IN A SPEEDO?

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blogger's note: being both Gay and Russian, only I can make the above joke.

When commenting, please refer to the following photos by letter code or I will send this woman to your house...

pain don't hurt...

How in the world did I not hear about this new release?

don't fuck with the babysitter...

FADE IN:

INT. STUDIO OFFICE - DAWN

22 YEAR OLD STUDIO EXECUTIVE: Know what flick was da bomb?

HEAD OF THE STUDIO: What's that?

22 YEAR OLD STUDIO EXECUTIVE: Adventures in Babysitting

HEAD OF THE STUDIO: We own it. Let's remake it.

22 YEAR OLD STUDIO EXECUTIVE: With Raven.

HEAD OF THE STUDIO: And songs by the Cheetah Girls

yet another boyfriend doppelganger update...

Sighted at a wedding this weekend...

food, folks, and fun...

Last night at dinner with Craig, Alissa and Bryon I heard two of the nastiest stories ever. So, naturally, they were immediately declared as so going on my blog.

I love that part of dinner when everyone's had enough to drink, eaten their meal, and decided that it's just amazingly natural to talk about the stuff of urban legend.

For some reason Bryon was reminded of the time his friend had been invited over to meet the parents of her fiancee, only to make the incredible faux pas of sitting on the family cat. The accident quite literally scared the shit out of the cat, and on to the wall no less. Sounds like Trainspotting meets Meet the Parents.

But, Alissa then segways into the time her friend was getting a Brazilian wax. Apparently, upon lifting her legs back, the girl farts to the surprise of the Asian waxer who exclaims "you make foofy in my face!!"

Ah, but to be a fly on the wall on those stories (except the wall the cat shit on of course).

hi todd...

Ah, the lazy, hazy, days of summer.

Todd recommends you cool off with these drinks (and where to get 'em in NYC)....

The Moscow Mule (Bar 89)

Bloody Mary (B Bar and Grill)

Kronenbourg on Tap (Pastis)

end of line...

Barnard Hughes
1915-2006

All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible.

- Dumont, Tron

so white, it sparkles...

As long as Rachel is tarnishing the Children's Television Workshop, I thought I'd join in with this actual gem from the 80s...

spam in the place where you work...

If you've been trying to email me at work, you may not be getting through my company's amazing firewall, in which priority emails about "tons of wet pussies" and "huuge penis" take precedent.

the devil wears podcast...

Rachel and Todd pay their dues in a podcast any girl would die for.

Listen and learn...

• What do muppets and high-drama have in common?

• Our first real fight over the podcast, dramatically re-enacted.

• Where did all the Furbies go?

• Why Tom from MySpace needs a new photo.

• And, as usual, Rachel speaks Martian. Again.

That's all.

As always, this, and EVERY, BEWARE OF THE BABYLON podcast can be automatically downloaded to your computer and transferred to your iPod through iTunes.

domo arigato...

Rachel went way way way over my birthday request on the podcast for a Roborapter and surprised me with ROBOPET - the coolest fricken thing I have ever owned.

Thor loves Robopet, which I call Hal, and thinks that it is a real animal. He even brings cat toys to it in the hopes that it will actually do something with them. It does, however, move on my commands, bark, sit, shake, play dead, and fart.

What more could you ask for in a robot?

Domo arigato Rachel for my very own Mr. Roboto.

today's wake up call...

In the Hamptons this morning I was amazed and a little disturbed that my friend Shino knew exactly how to say "good morning" to me in Toddanese...

"Todd, you must Google David Hasselhoff Get Out of My Car," she exclaimed.

"Uh, where's the coffee?" I replied.

"Trust me, this is better than crack," she explained.

I share with you now...

late breaking boyfriend doppelganger update...

Apparently this freaky midget/boy safety example from my last Northwest flight was modeled on Craig, who is neither freaky, nor a midget.

It is, however, a quite freaky midget version of him.

it ain't the daily planet...

Shame on Tatiana Siegel of The Hollywood Reporter for her bizzaro media attention-getting article yesterday about Superman Returns. Thrown together around quotes from the film's screenwriters, she most likely read the quotes in the press kit and attempted to make a mountain out of a molehill.

According to Tatiana, "the long-standing member of the Justice League of America seems to have traded in his allegiance to the flag for an international passport."

"Is Superman still American?" she has the balls to ask, pointing out the new films "truth, justice, and 'all that other stuff'" line.

Apparently, she's missed the point, and big time.

Superman doesn't need to stand in front of an eagle or put back a missing flag from the White House to prove his patriotism to his adopted country, and audiences are not getting a mixed, anti, or played down Americanism from this film.

On the contrary, Superman is portrayed in quite possibly the purest form of patriotism. His actions are valiant, heroic, justified, and, in this much needed world without a Superman, hopeful.

That's the American way.