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So in a Bollywood film they put on a musical theatre bit about He-Man. It’s like He-Man on ice, I guess, except no ice. It is also oddly catchy. So there ya go. A musical He-Man moment in the middle of the film.

So there was an M.C. Hammer flash mob the other day. And of course it is an ad for Hammer’s new A&E based reality show, but who cares? It was wonderful to see. And see again. So here it is:

A really good one, with clips from just about everything.

From Japanprobe.com, a new Japanese TV game show clip! This time they have to ride a foot scooter through a narrow space.

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Also Bo Burnham’s song “Love is…”

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Also a reminder for why you should prepare and think ahead before you have sex in the kitchen:

So back in the days of Galaxy Quest … it seems that Weaver’s agent was having a birthday and she couldn’t be there. So she, along with the help of some Galaxy Quest cast members, made his this present.

So the other night I watched Grease with a Grease virgin. And wow that term is bad. But anyway, yeah, he likes musicals, but hadn’t, somehow, seen Grease. It happens. When it does happen I can often be found swooping down with a dvd and fixing the problem.

Now, see, I love Grease. It is a fantastic show. No, I take that back. It is magical. Not in the Xanadu sense, either. It’s just so … very, you know? And when I think of Grease I think of Danny Zuko and the sports montage. I think of Sandy and her robotically impossible cheeks of doom (dear lord if those things were any redder and more perfectly round it … no they could not be). I think of things like that. The fun moments. The entire staging of You’re the One That I Want before it devolves into We go together. You know, when Olivia Newton-John is wearing the tightest pants known to man and filling them out as God intended? And Travolta isn’t touched by the strangeness of Scientology yet, he’s just a pisan who can dance the fuck out of things. It’s made of pure musical goofy win.

And then I watch it with someone who hasn’t seen it and I am forced to remember the rest of it. The surreal nature of the beast. Look, most musicals are surreal. By nature they have to be. People break into song at random and no one notices (and before a bunch of you comment or ask or email yes I’ve seen Enchanted) and people can all dance and … sure, sure.

But Grease. Well. It’s something more. During Greased Lightning it’s not enough to go into a fantasy world where the car is this awesome ultra-car (wait, really, because that car isn’t as cool as the real Greased Lightening ends up and that always bothers me) but that the garage they work in turns into this ultra modern white spotless space. An untouched, spotless white operating theatre. To work on a car in. I just … sure.

And it keeps going. It doesn’t back down. At no point does Grease decide it needs to back up and make sense. Never! It’s a simple story of:

Boy meets girl, girls transfers to boys school, boy and girl both circle each other and try to change to be what the other one wants, boy drives in drag race, girl does nothing, boy builds a flying car, girl skips some, boy dances, girl runs off crying, boy and girl end up together because girl becomes who the boy wants.

Simple! Easy! Insane!

I love it so much it hurts.

But man is it fucking insane.

Three videos for you to start the day off!

First – a techno LoTR moment. They’re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard:

And then we find out what happens if you replace the music to an old, loved, TV show and use something creepy. You get a sitcom about a child molester!

And to close things out I gotta ask why ALL movies weren’t made in the 80’s… I mean here is Shawshank with the ending done as if it were an 80’s film. This is magical.

Jem: All right, Lion Rockers, let’s go defeat those Robo-Misfits!

Kimber: Right on!

Aja: Let’s go!

Shana: Pink Lion is ready!

Aja: Uhm, I’m Pink Lion?

Raya: No, you’re already lead guitar. I’m Pink Lion.

Shana: Hello? I’m Pink Lion?

Kimber: Hey! I have the keytar, I pilot Pink Lion.

Jem: Guys, guys, Synergy gave me Pink Lion!

Synergy: Jem? Girls? The city is being destroyed, what’s the hold up?

Jem: Which of us gets to pilot Pink Lion?

Synergy: *sigh* I repainted them ALL pink to end this. You all get to pilot a Pink Lion.

Aja: Rock!

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Jem: All right, Holograms! Form up on me! It’s time Stormergazzi went down!

Shana: I hear she does that a l…

Aja: Shana!

Shana: Well, I heard it.

Raya: Come on! Let’s form JEMTRON!

Jem/Aja/Shana/Raya/Kimber: GO JEMTRON FORCE!

Jem: And I’ll form … the head!

Shana: Just like Storm…

Aja: SHANA!

Shana: Well, I heard it!

Jem: Enough chit-chat, Rockers! Let’s FORM BLAZING KEYTAR!

Kimber: Hells yes.

Aja: Why can’t we ever form other blazing weapons?

Shaan: I heard that after Pizzaz’ last date she has a blazing…

Aja: SHANA!

Shana: Well, I heard it!

Nic Cage’s Wicker Man = Beethoven’s Fifth = awesome.

A lot of people use scales to place their feelings or whatever on a firm place so that they can relate them to other such objects. Many people use a scale of 1 to 10. I hereby propose a new scale: A Scale of One to Jem. Provided below is the scale:

A Scale of One to Jem

Jem – Everything is outrageous. Truly, truly outrageous.

Kimber – Things are so outrageous! Just not truly outrageous.

Aja – Awww yeah. Riffin’ a kick-ass solo and rocking the spandex. Life’s sweet.

Shana – Day’s a bit brighter, yo. Hell, things are good.

Raya – Hey, it isn’t all sunshine but you can probably see how it might be, someday.

Stormer – It’s all good. Shut up. Whatever, man.

Roxy – Yeah, stuff is mostly all right, but you know, world kinda sucks.

Pizzaz – The only reason things aren’t worse is probably because some rich relative is paying to fix the damage, but take that away and RUT ROH, REORGE!

Jetta – Well at least things haven’t gone to “Eric” but man they ain’t far off.

Eric – Dude, everything sucks and is awful.

And as a bonus, since this is a musical group, sometimes you have to turn it up to 11:

Synergy – Dude, holograms, headbands and knee boots. \m/