Prick Tunes: The Who "Pictures of Lily"

While entirely unintentional, it would seem as though the two songs from this week have forced me into a theme of men having unhealthy dealings with the fairer sex. As Prick Tunes is a new feature, I feel like I should assure you that I am not a misogynist even though this week will do nothing to contradict that argument. Hopefully next week I can do something to dispel any such notions, although now that I have said that I will surely do something horribly sexist.

Today's selection is an ode to the objectification of women (and hours of self-gratification go hand in hand) as passed down from father to adolescent son penned by a man once alleged to be in possession of child pornography. And then there's Roger Daltrey's hair in the video, which really could justifiably be reclassified as a sex crime. Men are great...

Released as a single in 1967 and then slapped on the end of Magic Bus, a slipshod collection of previously released material from A Quick One and The Who Sell Out along with some B-sides, "Pictures of Lily" was apparently inspired by a picture of an old Vaudevillian star (likely Lillie Langtry) who died in 1929 as mentioned at the end of the song, making this very much akin to tomorrow's selection.

Comments and Answers

Since there are so few comments on this little-read blog, I'll take this time to answer/respond to some of them.

"Weibel" just posed the question as to whether reading The Old Ball Game will make him better at fantasy baseball. Well, "Weibel"--if that is your real name--no, it won't. But it will help you appreciate the game more through exploring its origins, if that's any consolation.

"Weibel" also in the midst of his quest to become this blog's most prized reader--yes, I rate you all on scales of importance and frequency of visits like an internet Santa--heaped praises upon Rachel Weisz. I generally like her, but her character was so mean to the Greatest Chiefs' Fan, Paul Rudd, in The Shape of Things that I have a hard time looking at her now. As for Jessica Biel, the writers of this blog are very fond of her. Very fond indeed.

"Ryan" said that he knew that I wanted to head to the House on the Rock. I have actually been there before, although I'd not object to going again. The distance between here and there is insurmountable for the time being. I am working on building a pair of wings. That should solve that. Or I'll die.

Yes, "Little Brother", "The IT Crowd" is awesome. Thanks for the head's up.

There were three comments on the Role Models portion of the two-reviews-in-one-post. I'll address them in bullet points:

• I did used to dislike Seann William Scott, Weibel--your frequency of commenting has absolved you from the quotes; congratulations (and, yes, I used a fucking semicolon there)--but in recent years my distaste for him has waned as the memory of the shitheap that was the American Pie franchise gets more and more distant in the [cracked] rearview.
• Little Brother--your contributions to this blog are not lost on me either, nor is your blood relation, hence the quotation mark disappearance--I, too, found the SWS character more likeable than Rudd's.
  
• KRD--OK, so I've abandoned the use of quotes now; but not semicolons; I guess I have to do my part to the abuse that Cormac McCarthy has committed against the English language, and it begins in this post--I think Ryan Reynolds is really funny. Do you really want me to explain why Wet Hot is so funny? Well, I'll first absolve you from eternally landing on some imaginary shitlist of mine by telling you that it's all right. You don't have to like Wet Hot American Summer. If you want to know why it's funny to me, I'd have to go on for ages while watching it. In brief, Paul Rudd is absolutely hysterical in it. For the entire movie. I'm kind of lukewarm on Michael Showalter in general (and Michael Ian Black, for that matter) but line that his character "Coop" drops when Marguerite Moreau's "Katie" is walking away is a line that I at least think in my head once a week and laugh out loud. How is "I want you inside me" not hilarious? The string of Chris Meloni aggression followed by depraved sexual admissions followed by lame cover-up attempts is fucking great. The training sequence, along with "Higher and Higher" or "Turn Me Loose"--it was one of the two, but I'm pretty sure it was "Higher and Higher"--is pretty damn sweet, too. I could go on. Watch it with a bunch of people. Drunk. They even like Wet Hot American Summer in Portland.

Little Brother, I knew that you'd like that "Fame" clip. Almost as much as we both liked Carl Peterson's resignation.

I'm glad the Cynicism post stirred up some discussion among you three diligent posters. Too bad the other jerks that come here didn't chime in. I know who you are...

So that covers the last twenty posts or so. Anything further back would be so far back that it isn't really worth commenting on. I do read your comments, though, friends. Thanks for making this more of a communal forum than a meaningless stream of my mental masturbation.

Maybe it's just me

but doesn't it seem just a little bit cooler if the John Carpenter in Bob Crane's life were the John Carpenter? They were both film enthusiasts.

250 = Earth-Shattering News

This entry marks my 250th. It also marks a distinct point in this blog's "history" (those were McCain air-quotes), insofar as this blog's future will be shifting.

Inconsiderate Prick was initially driven largely by Royals-centric posts. Over the past few months, it became increasingly clear that I was getting two disparate kinds of traffic and was probably turning off each group with posts directed at the other. This (and a particular trade that just happened, but that I've gone in depth analyzing elsewhere) have spurred me on towards starting another blog, solely devoted to my Royals fandom. While the domain name that I wanted was taken in every form (The Royal We), I persevered and yesterday launched Royalscentricity, to much fanfare, I'm sure...

Now, for those of you who only enjoy reading my quasi-retarded Phil Collins entries or ridiculous Kenneth Lonergan inspiration posts, keep coming back here. If you are coming to this site for Royals/sports entries, then you'll have to look at my writings for Sports Grumblings and at Royalscentricity, both of which are linked to in the 'Go Here' menu to your right.

Now I have to hope I can keep my writing energy up while devoting time to writing for three different places.

Reflections on my Iron Man Review

A couple of you (read: the only two people who read this goddamn blog) took umbrage at a few of the knocks I had on "Iron Man", so I'll address those complaints and have it count as a post because I worked from 8:00-3:00, went to the gym, and then worked from 5:00 - 10:45. I would like to talk about the Democratic Primaries (even though I can't be bothered to actually pay any attention to them anymore), but that's more work than I have energy for.

First, I, too, think "Batman Begins" was awesome. My only major problem with the movie (Katie Holmes' presence was not nearly the problem for me that it was for Ms. Jaclyn) was that Batman's voice when he was Batman sounded little like Bruce Wayne. I understand that he was 'in disguise', but it does take me out of the film just a little bit and that shouldn't happen.

Second, Downey interacting with the robots was funny at times (it's not like George Lucas wrote--and I feel like I'm denigrating the word 'wrote' by applying it to something that George Lucas shat out onto a page/screen--the scenes), but I think him working with Yinsen was truly engaging largely because of the human interaction. The simple step of integrating Pepper or Rhodes into the work process could have done wonders and added a little more screen time and provided for an opportunity to flesh out a character or two.

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To keep up-to-date on The Glitter and Doom Tour, the eyeball kid seems to stay pretty on top of it all. That shouldn't be a surprise to some of you, but if you're trying to keep apprised of what's going on, that's as good a place to go as any. Also, rumors are swirling (and I swear I didn't start them myself) that this tour may be to accompany a new album, which would kind of make sense, but to drop this on the unsuspecting public with such little notice seems Radiohead-ian.