<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15049886</id><updated>2011-07-13T04:20:59.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the 15.24 Meter Blog!</title><subtitle type='html'>Separating the wheat from the chaff in contemporary society, and then throwing away the wheat.  Wheat is overrated.  Chaff is much more fun.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthe1524meterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15049886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthe1524meterblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gray Flannel Suit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01705957477850554642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.npr.org/business/images/graphics/burgerking_200.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15049886.post-112466084776498811</id><published>2005-08-21T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T18:14:17.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 9 Snakes of All-Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Snakes have traditionally gotten a pretty bad rap from us humans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are easily the most feared and reviled species around, except for perhaps sharks and The Jacksons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nowhere is this more evident than in the various snake-based characters depicted in music, literature, films, television and religion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Need an instant badass for your movie or show?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just add snake!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instant villainy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, most of these villains spend most of their existence getting creamed by the so-called good guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But some of them manage to have a little fun and wreak a little havoc first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So in honor of our misunderstood belly crawling friends, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attack of the 15.24 Meter Blog!&lt;/span&gt; presents the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 9 Snakes of All-Time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why nine?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because I’m too lazy to come up with ten, that’s why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tung Lashor, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/lashor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/lashor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tung Lashor (left) about to be scolded yet again by Skeletor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/lashor.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;While the name might indicate he was a villain is a Charlie Chan film, Tung Lashor was in fact one of the Snake Men, a band of evil-doers only loosely affiliated with Skeletor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And as was tradition with most He-Man characters, his name was incredibly unimaginative.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently the creators of these characters felt their audience was so stupid that they needed names that actually described what the characters did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tung’s lame representation in the original cartoon was remedied in the 2002 Cartoon Network version, restoring some dignity to the character.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;#8 – Kaa, The Jungle Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/200/kaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Kaa was one of the first fictional serpents I saw as a child, and he definitely creeped me out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In hindsight my fear was totally unfounded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a Disney character after all, which meant that his role was one part villainy and two parts comic relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the original Rudyard Kipling stories Kaa was actually a hero, believe it or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kaa’s coolest trait was his ability to hypnotize other creatures, except that little punk Mowgli.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;#7 – Coily, Q*Bert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/coily2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/coily2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coily prepares to lay the smackdown on Q*Bert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Coily’s story is one of missed opportunities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He began life as the silent, springy nemesis of Q*Bert in the cool game of the same name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of all the villains in Q*Bert’s world, Coily was easily the best.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was almost worth it to let Coily win the game, if only because it caused the hero to spew forth a Dagwood Bumstead-esque string of profanities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, Coily was ruined when the Saturday Supercade TV version of Q*Bert appeared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently feeling that just being a purple snake wasn’t evil enough, the writers decided to dress Coily up in what looked like some kind of S&amp;M biker outfit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;$@!#* that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;#6 – Apep, Egyptian Demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/apep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apep gets bushwhacked by a killer Egyptian rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;OK, so maybe ‘Apep’ doesn’t invoke the sense of dread it should.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he was not to be trifled with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was credited with being the one to swallow the sun every evening, only to be defeated by the sun god Ra in the morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Egyptians routinely prayed to the Ra in the hopes that he would continue defeat Apep, the personification of evil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So basically, Apep had an entire kingdom routinely rooting against him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most artistic depictions of Apep are of his defeat at the hands of other Egyptian deities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Poor dude.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5 – Dangling cord, Bugs Bunny PSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/Bugs_Snake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Coffee Pot can only look on in horror at the evil of the dangling cord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The late 1970s and early 1980s were the end of the Golden Age of Public Service Announcements, or PSAs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the all-time classics appeared in 1982.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In it, Bugs Bunny hipped kids to the hidden dangers of the kitchen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of these dangers was a dangling cord from a coffee pot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What looked like an ordinary power cord morphed into a sinister snake, voiced by Mel Blanc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He revealed that he was a danger to kids “especially if they grab hold and yank me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Um, yeah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not gonna touch that one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I guess back in the ‘80s it was commonplace for mom or dad, in a rush to get to work, to just yank the cord out of the outlet and let it hang over the edge of the counter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s safe to say that the reason more kids today aren’t maimed or killed by coffee-pot head bonkings was this scarily effective PSA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;#4 – Serpentor – GI Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/serpentor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/serpentor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Be honest.  Did I go overboard with the snake motif on my costume?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll admit it - I HATED Serpentor when he first arrived on the scene.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my mind, Cobra Commander was the ultimate Cobra badass, and I wanted nothing to do with any other so-called Cobra leader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was like finding out that Darth Vader was really just Emperor Palpatine’s puppet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In time, I grew to accept Serpentor, mostly because I had no choice after Cobra Commander was offed in the GI Joe Movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But hey, anybody who gets to ride around in a personal hover-chariot can’t be all bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 – Satan, The Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/satan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/200/satan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You guys are starting to pack on the pounds.  Try some fruit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Snakes 1, Humans 0.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Satan’s appearance in the Hebrew Bible is probably what set the stage for all the bad vibes thrown the snake’s way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, before the serpent in the Garden of Eden showed up, we had it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in one of the earliest examples of man’s ego, we listened to the serpent because he told us what we wanted to hear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bad move.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although we’ve spent ever since then beating up the snake, he did get on the scoreboard first.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;" &gt;#2 – Cobra Commander, GI Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/cobracommander.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not even a blast of radiation from behind can stop Cobra Commander!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;If you’re going to start a paramilitary terrorist organization, I don’t think you could do any better than to put this guy in charge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh sure, the cartoon tended to focus on his mistakes, but I really think it’s unfair to pin the blame for Cobra’s failures on Cobra Commander.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could put Joe Torre in charge of the Kansas City Royals, and they’d still be the Royals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a further testament to his coolness, Cobra Commander came in three varieties in the ‘80s – The classic helmeted look, the hooded style and the super-slick Samurai battle armor.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In a colossaly stupid move, the writers of GI Joe actually had Cobra Commander turned fully into a snake in the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A rather undeserved end for a glorious character.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 – Thulsa Doom, Conan the Barbarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/thulsa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/thulsa1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/thulsa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/thulsa2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Thissssssssssssss is CNN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Thulsa Doom had it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only was he the unquestioned ruler of the land, he was a hit with the ladies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you have so many nubile women available to you that you can get rid of some of them in ritual sacrifices, you are doing something right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Befitting Doom’s status as the supreme serpentine baddy, he was portrayed in the movie by none other than James Earl Jones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doom’s favorite pastime was attending orgies at his palace, although he seemed to be more of a voyeur than a participator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And once he had his fill of the action, he simply transmogrified from the James Earl Jones form into that of a giant boa constrictor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only at the very end did Doom meet his match, when a misguided attempt to win Conan over to his side went horribly wrong and Doom’s head (sans body) went tumbling down the steps of his own palace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15049886-112466084776498811?l=attackofthe1524meterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthe1524meterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112466084776498811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15049886&amp;postID=112466084776498811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15049886/posts/default/112466084776498811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15049886/posts/default/112466084776498811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthe1524meterblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/top-9-snakes-of-all-time.html' title='The Top 9 Snakes of All-Time'/><author><name>Gray Flannel Suit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01705957477850554642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.npr.org/business/images/graphics/burgerking_200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15049886.post-112379532407986024</id><published>2005-08-11T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:44:54.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But can it core a apple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m a sucker for a good infomercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There were times (before I graduated college) when I would literally stay up all night and watch nothing but infomercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This was in the mid 1990s, or what I refer to as the Golden Age of the Infomercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Perhaps not coincidentally, the mid 1990s were also the Dark Ages of My Dating Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I challenge anyone to name five primetime shows of that era that were as consistently entertaining as the infomercials of that era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The granddaddy of all 1990s infomercials was Amazing Discoveries, hosted by that late, great Mike Levey and featuring his assortment of Amazing Technicolor Sweaters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazing Discoveries specialized in products that could typically be found at any mall kiosk, but for twice the price.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The “discovery” that stands out most in my mind was for Auri’s line of car care products (wax, polish, etc.).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not for the polish itself, mind you, but for the hyperactive little English guy pitching the product.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tony was his name, and dental hygiene was not his game.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Tony extolled the virtues of Auri with an almost child-like eagerness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He showed me why no car wax was worth a damn if it couldn’t protect your cherished automobile from an eyedropper full of acid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not really sure what audience the acid test was meant to appeal to – research chemists fearful of bitter ex-colleagues? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Levey was the glue that held AD together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His appeal lay not just in his über-dorkness, but in his feigned astonishment at even the shittiest of fad gadgetry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could watch a demonstration of the most mundane household cleaner and produce a look of wonder on his face, as if someone had just used a ballpoint pen to poke a hole in the very fabric of space and time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;If Levey was the King of the Infomercial, Richard Simmons was the queen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t remember how many hours I wasted watching infomercials for “Sweating to the Oldies” and “Deal-A-Meal.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These shows were unintentional hilarity at its finest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve read enough about Simmons to know that the guy is either completely sincere about everything he does or one of the best scam artists in decades.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That being said, I’ll be damned if I didn’t laugh my way through every minute of those maudlin sob-fests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/richardsimmons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/richardsimmons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If a half hour with this doesn't curb your appetite, nothing will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And for those of you who thought it was funny when he would appear on the Tonight Show or Late Night with David Letterman and get skewered, you ain’t heard nothing if you haven’t heard his old appearances on the Howard Stern radio show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If at all possible, seek out recordings of those appearances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Comedy gold.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Long before gangsta rappers showed us the beauty of bling, Tom Vu, Vietnamese real estate magnate, was livin’ large.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or keepin’ it real.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or whatever the hell they do with their Escalades and their spinners.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guy was a nicer version of Kahn from King of the Hill, with more cash and babes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But believe me, he was no less a cartoon character.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/tom%20vu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/tom%20vu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"You not from government are you?  No?  Then come to my seminaaah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I could go on and on about all the other lesser gods of the infomercial pantheon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I probably will again when I run out of material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/1600/Billy_Mays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2823/1381/320/Billy_Mays.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Buy my crap or I will rip your arms out of the sockets!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Sadly, my schedule these days simply does not allow me the opportunity to take in modern-day infomercials.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But luckily, the Mike Leveys of the 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century seem to have found their way to TV shown during regular hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That means even a working stiff like me can bask in the glory Billy Mays.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15049886-112379532407986024?l=attackofthe1524meterblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://attackofthe1524meterblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112379532407986024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15049886&amp;postID=112379532407986024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15049886/posts/default/112379532407986024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15049886/posts/default/112379532407986024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://attackofthe1524meterblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/but-can-it-core-apple.html' title='But can it core a apple?'/><author><name>Gray Flannel Suit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01705957477850554642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.npr.org/business/images/graphics/burgerking_200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
