Dinosaurs Attack is little known collection of cards that went on sale around the cash registers of your local Big Lots circa 1988.
Sometimes Netflix recommends things to you and it is honestly more hit or miss than they probably want it to be. In Netflix’s ideal world, they could know what you want, what you are in the mood for at that exact moment, and recommend to you a film with 100% precision, keeping every customer happy and satisfied. While they may not have that technology/sorcery on hand QUITE yet, there are still some times when their recommendations turn out to be spookily in tune with the tastes of the two person viewing audience in my home. Most recently, it was with this French animation that kind of looked stupid but my boyfriend and I decided to give it a shot.
Goddamnit you better go fucking sit your ass down on your favorite piece of shit furniture, fire up Netflix, and watch this masterpiece of animation. And while you watch it, you should sit there and realize that you are completely unworthy to watch the animated perfection taking place in front of you. Memories is quite simply one of the finest collections of animated shorts ever made. To sit here and say that I would recommend this to you is doing it an injustice. This is essentially me grabbing you by the neck, and choking you until you watch it.
We, the writers of OMGJeremy, are not total philistines all day long, every day of the week. Indeed, occasionally we like to raise our pinky fingers and sip a hot tea while discussing some of the finer things in this world. Sometimes we cover matters of history, other times we may speak at length about books we have read, or scientific breakthroughs we might have accidentally had brought to our attention. Other days, we sit around analyzing classic artworks, but never modern art because we are not sophisticated enough to “get” it. It is usually horrible, annoying, and looks like SHIT-HELL, anyway. Today, we decided to take a look at the Last Supper, by some kid named Leonardo da Vinci. He had his day back in the 1400s, but do not let that frighten you. Those days were not so different than these days we are in now. So take our hands, readers, and appreciate the history of art, religious beliefs, flippant artistic subterfuge, and yes even a little Last Supper Day Miracle with us!
Many Southern stereotypes are not true, but there is one that holds quite a bit of water. It is said that Southern folk like their sweet tea, and I am here to tell you that for the most part that is very accurate. Most Southerners are the sweet tea swilling maniacs that they are painted to be. As a child I can’t recall a time I went to visit a relative (pick ANY relative of mine) and they didn’t have some sweet tea prepared or in the process of being prepared. So as a Southern Man, I guess you probably assume I just love that sweet tea.
I do not.
Hello future patrons of the art world! I welcome you to your newest, and soon-to-be most important hobby: the collection of the fine art.
‘Relevant’ Introduction Bit
Today’s music scene is dominated by sensations, one-hit-wonders who burst onto the scene then sink without a trace. I liken them to the Titanic, the greatest ocean liner ever built. Claimed unsinkable, it burst onto the really-big-ship scene, hit an iceberg, then sank without a trace, except for lifeboats… and the remains of the ship… and a blaze of publicity, so new artist’s aren’t exactly like the Titantic. Though maybe the blaze of publicity argument holds some water. And the hull of the Titantic held some water as well… too much water – so it sank beneath the waves without a trace, except for lifeboats… and the remains of the ship… and a blaze of publicity. That was a helluva digression. Where was I? Comics! Yeh… why not?
Few people would argue that TOOL’s music videos are so incomprehensible that most people watching them just give up altogether halfway through and start screaming violently at their girlfriends. If you’re already a fan though, you know you’re always about to see some fucked up shit, because basically that’s all TOOL is capable of producing. You could put TOOL in front of a table with a stuffed kitten, bright crayons, and pink cotton balls and in less than ten minutes, they would have probably constructed some strange puppet from hell that had working intestines and was able to digest its own face.