Irate Red Robots and Glasses of Warm Milk IV
Haven’t done one of these in a couple of weeks. Admire and adore its return!
To start off, an Irate Red Robot for this “Canada’s New Government” nonsense. When the Conservatives were elected last January and wanted to let all Canadians know that they put an end to a dozen-or-so years of Liberal rule, they came up with this catchy little slogan. But really, when does “new” stop being “new?” Especially when things are starting to feel tired real, real fast.
There has been a lot of fuss about stores beginning to take pre-orders for the upcoming Nintendo Wii console. Yeah, the reports have started bubbling up about people lining up in front of places like Gamestop or EB Games to get their name high enough on the list just to be sure that Nintendo doesn’t pull an Xbox 360 and they end up spending their holiday season wondering about what could have been. Myself, despite awating the Wii with deep excitement, I have been taking all this manic behaviour in stride. You see, gentle reader, I have my Wii pre-ordered since June. That’s right: I left a 50$ deposit almost five months ago, which placed me number twelve on the list of people who are going to recieve some Nintendo goodness the day the Wii lauches. So I spent “pre-order” day sleeping in, nice and comfy under my sheets, far away from the cold, brisk morning, being handed pre-order slips while being asked to stay outside, and the aggrivation of those who couldn’t score it. Thank you, Toys R Us. A nice Glass of Warm Milk for you.
An Irate Red Robot needs to go stomp all over those overreacting twits over at Disney for making such a stink out of the video of Eurodisney staff who were simulating sex with each other while dressed in their oversized mascot costumes. Let me tell you, I’m involved in these kinds of environments all the time, have been for years; nothing of what I’ve seen here shocks me, as it goes on all the time. Folks do this kind of stuff amongst each other the minute they’re away from public eyesight. There’s nothing wrong or degrating about it; it’s just basking in the adbsurdity of having to wear these costumes for hours on end and being peppy and nice the whole way. Breaking character in the most extreme fashion possible just helps balance everything out. In fact, if anyone should be pissed, it’s the employees who were letting off a little steam in private. They should punch the dork with the camcorder who went and put this on the web and got them into this mess. Video’s here if you’re up for it.
And finally, a great, big, comforting Glass of Warm Milk to Colin Moon over at Never News for directing me to this. It could quite possibly be one of the greatest things ever.
Godsdamn.
That girl in the vid isn’t afraid of his green eyes nor sharp teeth; it’s his dancing.
Is it me or has the audio technology from India not improved in 2 decades?
I fucking love getting Glasses of Warm Milk. From now on, that’s my goal in life.