On a recent episode of SNL, a TV show that Jason tells me is not dissimilar from Saturday Night Live, a NBC sketch comedy show that ceased to exist when I stopped watching it in 2010, featured a parody commercial giving the gears to nerds everywhere with the old ‘toys in the packages’ stereotype. You can see that clip below. And might I add ‘hardee har har’ that’s some good satire.
Now, the in the above commercial (yes, I know I am expecting you to use an insanely bizarre reading for this.. just go with it, ok? It’s too late to turn back now) well if for some strange reason you haven’t already watched that ad above, please do so now. Ouch, right? Kraft is using their cheese and noodles against us.
I’m not trying to launch into some in-the-package/out-of-the-package debate here (personally, I let my toys breath,) I will, however, raise a small moment of contention as to the public perception that anyone who buys toys is some sort of man-child obsessive collector, huddled away in a basement, fawning away over piles of unopened boxes of Micronauts and Stretch Armstrongs and Visionairies – in the dark of course, so that the UV light doesn’t fade the boxes. Our skin pale and dusty, eyes bleary and wet as we lust to protect ‘preciouses.’
I’ll have you know that all my action figures escape their plastic and cardboard cages the moment they land in my hands, enjoy a brief moment of ‘posing’ which is very different playing with them, might I add, before they are put into a basement (devoid of natural light, of course, that UV light is killer on the plastic) so that I can lust and fawn over them.
We need to change this stigma. We need to redefine the public perception of the hobby. From this day forth, we should cast off the shackles of that stingy and repressed obsessive ‘collector’ the media portrays us as. The odd, social outcast with these seemingly pedantic and deviant behaviors…
We should refer to ourselves as ‘adult toy enthusiasts!’ That should help clear some of this up.
Cutting through the darkest clouds wearing only sunshine and taco sauce stained tee shirts, Jeremy and Jason have returned from the last great hiatus (for now), full of beer, piss, and vinegar, and they’re talking about the new Star Trek show, the latest in Star Wars news (and the way to merge the two), Indiana Jones, Playboy, fight against wookie objectification and delve into Jason’s plot to steal time by becoming the future POTUS… IN THE PAST! [read more>>]
In a world where the machines have risen up, spellchecks are useless and autocorrect walks against wombat pinball. Internet word slinger Mason Fabulous and satin voiced flim-flam artist and brand expert Hermes “Bear” Brunson must band together to save the world the only way they now how. By watching trailers on YouTube and talking over them.
Other than watching videos on the radio (which is as exciting as it sounds) this week on the show: [read more>>]
This time on RadioBastard: Thunder Dream, Jeremy and Jason experience Tuscan cuisine and go for a rain water ass-douches at a premium spa that they found on Groupon back when it was still a thing. They also pose for an erotic calendar that should be available in the show store just as soon as we build a show store — out of brick and mortar. #OldSchool
Do you want to know about the topics that will topple under the thrust of our mind force on this week’s episode? Groovy. [read more>>]
This time on that podcast… Hey, did you know they are rebooting Ghostbusters? Jeremy has a few plumbing related concerns about this. Meanwhile Paul Feig apparently found Jason’s weak spot – current Saturday Night Live comedy genius Kate McKinnon.
Hey, did you know they are rebooting the Fantastic Four? The guys watch the trailer and give a honest to goodness mature review. Not really, but truth be told, Jason seems truly afraid and curious to see if the film’s seemingly antiseptic view of the FF mythos will start a trend.
Hey, did you know there is also some other reboot and non-reboot news this week? [read more>>]
WONDER NO MORE! That scholar among men known as Eclectic Method painstakingly poured over the whole 13 hours and 17 minutes of the Star Wars hexalogy (that’s the proper term, not ‘sextology‘ which I can’t say without giggling,) and deciphered what each bleep and bloop actually meant.
Weird, you mean he was speaking some strange robot language the whole time? I thought he was just extremely filthy and Lucas had to bleep out all of his lines.
Show’s what I fucking know…