However, a series of events reportedly kept the WBC from doing any actual protesting: A WBC member was beaten by locals at a gas station; Rankin County pickup trucks strategically blocked Kansas-plated cars outside the WBC’s hotel; protesters that made it to the funeral were “ushered away to be questioned” under cover of an alleged involvement in a crime.
Couple of things to bear in mind: this report comes from one sole member of a message board.
The other, and more important thing is this: as despicable as the WBC is, and despite my utter hatred towards them and their disgusting ways (and believe me when I say that I hate them), what they do is protected under the bill of rights, and despite their hate mongering beatings and unwarranted detainment is not okay.
A: All of the data was protected, and access was restricted both physically and through the perimeter and security of the network. The entire credit card table was encrypted and we have no evidence that credit card data was taken. The personal data table, which is a separate data set, was not encrypted, but was, of course, behind a very sophisticated security system that was breached in a malicious attack.
I’m glad that at least the Credit Card dable was encrypted. But of course encryption, like anything else, isn’t perfect.
However, that’s still not fucking excuse not to be encrypting the entire database.
Of course, there are a few things about this to disagree with: 1) Compulsory licensing does exist in other media, such as in cable television. 2) There are dozens of versions of Law And Order, and likely there will be at least one or two more by the time you finish reading this sentence. 3) Prince covers other people’s songs all the time, whether it be his version of Radiohead’s “Creep” that briefly pissed off Thom Yorke, or that Super Bowl performance of Foo Fighters’ “Best Of You”—which came only after he’d blasted Foo Fighters for covering his own “Darling Nikki” and told them to “write their own tunes.” Yet on the other hand, for all his queeny selfishness, Prince is still Prince, and thus eternally fucking awesome. And if his crusade ensures we’ll never hear anything like this Limp Bizkit version of “1999” again, hey, more power to him.
Prince is such a tool. Talented as hell, but still a tool.
"For a while, [we did] ‘My Humps’ and then it got to the point where we didn’t want to play ‘My Humps’ no more," he told Sway. "You know, ‘cause ‘I met a girl down at the disco,’ I just didn’t want to say that no more, lyrically."
"It wasn’t like my best lyrically," he added, "but it was fun."
When I first saw the title “End of an Era” and “Black Eyed Peas” I got super excited my dream had come true.
Sadly, it had not. But as The Daily What Says, “One down, the rest of their songs to go.”
From thedailywhat, the difference between Glee and Futurama: One employs a PhD mathematician who “penned and proved a theorem based on group theory” for the punchline of an episode; The other features a teacher who multiplied 5,000 by .25 and got 20,000. Who sings.
Apparently the fact that she didn’t approve it was news to Lady Gaga herself!
Gaga’s manager has now admitted that he never forwarded my parody to Gaga – she had no idea at all. Even though we assumed that Gaga herself was the one making the decision (because, well, that’s what we were TOLD), he apparently made the decision completely on his own.
I’m going to call bullshit on this one. I think Gaga, further proving she’s an image-obsessed media whore, realized how bad this whole thing made her look and did a 180. Either way, it’s a damn good thing it’s coming out officially now. It’s brilliant.
"Weird Al" Yankovic discusses why his parody of Gaga’s single, Born This Way, will not be on his latest album.
At this point she has the lyrics… and hopefully she is familiar with her own song… and the parody is basically her music… with my lyrics. It really shouldn’t be that hard to decide – based on having the lyrics right in front of you – whether or not you’d be “okay” with a parody. But, alas, we’d been given an ultimatum. If she didn’t hear it, she wouldn’t approve it.
Okay then. I decided – based on my belief that people are basically good – to go through the trouble and considerable expense of actually recording the song. Now, I never do that – never. But because I was really excited about this parody, I decided I would faithfully jump through as many hoops as Gaga deemed necessary.
A couple days later we got the final word: Lady Gaga says “no.”
The article makes a few things clear: 1) Weird Al is one classy dude 2) Lady Gaga is a self-loving, image-obsessed, pretentious media hack. She didn’t even give the excuse that would have more or less given her a free pass from just about everyone.
And one more note (incase you don’t bother to read the whole thing), Weird Al has every legal right to release the song anyway, but he won’t:
My parodies have always fallen under what the courts call “fair use,” and this one was no different, legally allowing me to record and release it without permission. But it has always been my personal policy to get the consent of the original artist before including my parodies on any album, so of course I will respect Gaga’s wishes. However, given the circumstances, I have no problem with allowing people to hear it online, because I also have a personal policy not to completely waste my stinking time.
Personal policy to not completely waste my stinking time. I like that.
So he posted the song online for free (more details coming soon).
Gaga is now among a very select few music douchebags to deny Yankovic permission to release his parodies.
If her excuse is anything other than “the song is an important message and shouldn’t be changed/parodied” she should seriously get over herself. Hell, even if it is the excuse she needs to get over herself.
Also, be sure to listen very closely for a subtle “Express Yourself” reference/jab.
Hands down my favourite theatre in Toronto, mostly because it was the home to my favourite show, The Phatom of the Opera.
The history of the theatre, however, is fascinating. I had no idea it was the home to a screening of “The Godfather” (one of my favourite films) for 9 months, and how extensive the restoration of the theatre was in 1988.
Reading this sort of stuff makes me wish there were more details online. Plus it also makes me want to shoot a documentary about it.
In October 2008 it was announced that Paramount Pictures and Dylan Sellers Productions would be remaking the classic Footloose, starring Zac Efron. We were fed up. The Hollywood remake machine was going to take another solid movie, put it through the ringer, and make a buck from a younger generation.
We decided “Let’s beat them to the punch. Let’s do this remake our way.”
Now that’s what I call a remake.
Oh yeah, it’s also way funnier than the original. Especially “Sc. 02”
Really excited for the opening of Scream 4 this Friday. While I myself am very familiar with the storyline having just recently re-watched the Trilogy (which, by the way, is still awesome), there are many out there I’m sure who could use a quick refresh.
But if you have the time re-watch them all. Obviously the second and third do not hold up as well as the first, but they are still fun horror romps with plenty of great lines, great kills, and self-referential humour that is the hallmark of the series.
Beautiful Saul Bass inspired fan-made opening title sequence for X-Men: First Class.
Only one thing (and it’s nit-picking really) is that I feel the music shouldn’t be all old-timey and sound like a 1920s Russian Silent Movie as it doesn’t jive with the retro yet still modern look of the opening titles.
Steven Soderbergh recently shared a list of all the movies, books, TV shows, plays, and short stories he watched and read over the past year. Among the movies he watched were The Social Network (at least five times), Raiders of the Lost Ark (three times in one week), Network, Idiocracy, and both worthwhile Godfather films. (via studio 360)
The dude’s got taste. We like many of the same things, which probably explains part of why I think he’s such a genius.
If the opportunity seems undeserved relative to their talent, why not celebrate the success of a fellow human being and politely encourage them to use their influence benignly, instead of tearing down a stranger to impress your friends and whitewash your jealousy?
Is Rebecca Black a great singer? No, but neither were you when you were 13 (unless your name is Michael Jackson, or as much as it pains me to say it Justin Bieber). Is Friday a good song? No, but neither is half the shit on the radio.
We get it. It’s a crappy song. But I stand by my statement I’ve made since day 2 of Rebecca Black madness: it’s no different than a Ke$ha track, only with less talk about getting drunk and throwing up glitter.