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Review: Flight of the Conchords: Episode 13 (no spoilers)

I scanned through my list of free On-Demand HBO episodes and saw it, my dream.

The immortal Flight of the Conchords' 1st Episode to their new and 2nd Season was there, gleaming before me, a comic "new" logo next to the title.  Episode 13 was finally at my fingertips.

Flight of the Conchords was easily the Best Comedy of last year, of a long time, even counting The Office, maybe. The brilliantly funny songs and situations along with genius dialogue and characters of gold has had everyone excitedly telling their friends about the 'new show everyone needs to hear about', and has seen something of on YouTube or the Radio.  

Instant cult-following and dedication.  The first show to get me dressed up for a theme party.

Critic-acclaim and mass obsession by fans memorizing dialogue and song lyrics only grew to millions across the globe, for the very first time, spending their days becoming accomplished at speaking with the New Zealand accent.  

Even in strictly conservative circles fans of the Conchords found each other publicly enjoying their comical inheritance.  Standing in line for some "We Serve Starbucks Coffee" at Briercrest College, I overheard a college kid humming the first part of the "Business Time" chorus, and saw another kid passing by finish the line and turn to the other with a look of "you know!" on their face.  It was beautiful.

Episode 13 began and i enjoyed the new Opening Credits, and thought about the many shows like The Office and Dexter that haven't updated their Opening Credits.

I wont give away the show's content but here are my first thoughts:

1. ...Maybe i shouldn't have watched this alone, maybe i needed my friends with me to make it funny.

2. The dialogue and Story and Characters are all there and good, but...

well....

The songs weren't funny, lacked that certain magical "something", and the episode was easily the worst episode yet. Let's hope it's the worst episode they'll ever make.

Two of the songs had potential, but i sat wondering at how the boys lets it slip by.

The budget was obviously a LOT bigger, and maybe their salaries were big enough that they didn't care.  It doesn't make sense: it was written by James Bobin & Jemaine Clement & Bret McKenzie, just like most of Season 1 was, including the awesome "Sally" Opener. 

Still, i am sad to say i expected more (even after being warned that everyone was disappointed by it) That was supposed to be the big Season 2 Premiere? I hope its not a sign of things to come.

The opening song especially put a damper and spin on the whole episode that sadly swallowed up the great story-line and a number of amazing dialogue bits.

Most Critics i've read on the episode, so far, all liked it and didn't see the great divide I found between Season 1, and this opening.  They admit it wasn't the best-written, but not as nearly disappointed as the crowd of fans i know.

Who knows... maybe when I watch it with Carrie Hilderman and my other devoted Conchord fanatics we'll all laugh and fall in love with it.

Maybe not.

Video of the Week "WTF Award"

This week's WFT Video award goes to:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCFJ3LURCtc

do it. I know you want to,

tell them Tony sent you.

religous "Blending"

If you want to blend in, in any church or cult, be it a Lutheran supper or Wednesday muffins at Heaven’s Gate Cult or a typical Jehovah Witness lock-in, you can very simply, when the meal/service/kool-aid time is over, start putting away chairs.  When they see you put chairs away they know you are one of them, and not just one of them, but a solid ‘top-notch’ believer.  This key might save your life someday.

I used it at a Morman christmas supper yesterday night and I had folks (yes, it was a woman in a classic ugly mormon moo-moo-ish dress..that was light blue denim)  chatting with me at length, and, when mentioning a brother of hers, she used the insider phrase ‘he’s not a member’ to differentiate him from one of “us.”  Even a dread-headed model like me who didn’t close his eyes or fold his arms during their prayers can fit in and be assumed a mormon.   See..... I told you. Cleaning up, especially in the chair-putting-away department is key. You could become a bishop.  

All you need is a religion and a meeting involving chairs.

Note on Praying, if you keep your eyes on the religious leader until everyone closes their eyes -you’re safe. No need to fold arms or use whatever posture they choose to get their heavenly reception tuned in right.  So, unless you take a posture of “what do I do” like you look around at everyone when someone says ‘let us pray’ or ‘lets bow our heads’ or ‘it’s carpet time’,  prayer requires no effort because they can’t see you.

Muslims are harder to fit in with because of certain religious fashions (the Sikh too), and because depending on the muslim praying fashion or sect, they could have their eyes open. But you’ll likely never need or want to “fit in” with them so, no worries.

For catholic masses, or any “pew” situation, of course the chair trick is useless, so one must take things up a notch to be left alone. The key there is to wear a suit (white shirt should be choice, as some sects use them religiously [pun intended]...unless its a black church, but white can pass their too, but no ‘top-notch’ rewards) and you must shake peoples hands and smile and carry a large ‘scripture-esque’ book with you, and you’ll be assumed to be on the “in”.  If you want people to think you’re top-notch, then say something like “you’re a blessing” to the pastor/preist/speaker/talk-giver/juice-pourer dude, and everyone will think you are a top-notch slinger in that religion. Babes will follow. And remember, you are always “visiting here from canada/california/put-interesting-place-here”.  I once had a leather journal of mine mistaken for a bible (which is funny, cuz it doesn’t look like any bible-leather cover I’ve ever seen, but hey, points are points)

The christmas supper was the first Morman thing I’ve really done in a long while in terms of the psuedo-christian cult social circuit.  My dad and step-mum and my baby sis went, so I had addition introductions and people would say things indicating they knew all about me like “enjoying the warm weather for a change?” and I’d think “how do they know I’ve been living in canada....?” so... I guess my dad shares more about me than I ever imagined.  I got invited by a mom or two to their “firesides” or “singles social events” ... They must’ve been convinced by my chair moving that I was a mormonite ... They’ll be sad when I never show up on a Sunday...although I bet they have daughters who would be awesome sacrifices for the Creech volcano.  Maybe I should go to a mormon singles event.....um....nahhhhhhhh. I’d rather hit myself in the face with a tack-hammer...  ...unless I’m bored one night.

Good thing I rarely get bored.

Obama interviewed by Rick Warren at Saddleback Church before the Election.

Convo

Tony "i used to date lots and lots and lots and lots of girls"

Kim  "was that when you had short hair?"

haahah

Anthony is

This was on Facebook:

Anthony is a lot of things (status update, 1:54 am Sep 17)

John Paul Trammell commented (4:45am Sep 17 )

But a Fool is not one.

anthony thomas creech commented (1:34 am Sep 18)

really? ...i always fancied myself a fool. Perhaps it is the most true thing about me, endlessly foolish.

But what men are, in the middle and in the end, are different. A foolish man who hopes on the right starry light can be revealed as wise in the end, though scorned in the middle.

i wouldn't mind that at all. 

buy it while it lasts

my new friend at The House of Hunt recently pointed out a new item hitting the market that i'm sure you'll not want to miss.

Tired of all that secular-trash-devil-music used on Guitar Hero and Rockband?

Still want to hit buttons to a beat and a TV screen and feel like a musician without all the hard work of really learning anything?

then i've got just the thing for you:

Guitar Praise    (click to get more details)

Proof that as Christians we have no need of creating Rock Anthems worthy of notice to make it on a video game

what can i say about this?

This is pretty much the future of all music.

My great friend (yea, even a Friend of Sinners) John Clapper,  sent these to me to give me an idea of the kinds of things some churches do to "attract young people"

    i think you'll find this priceless

now this next one has a dance i'm memorizing for next Sunday,

Kingsnake

Little known fact about Paul Creech (my brother and the king of the free world).

he'd sign his name and follow it with his own bestowed title... "Kingsnake"

We all had little Alter-Ego nicknames we'd use of ourselves in our private writings and drawings...if you want to call what 11-14 year-olds write "writings" 

Herbie would draw "H C Cool" on stuff

i was, as always, an unimaginative follower, and used "T C Cool"

if find anymore i'll dish them out, you must understand that they were an extremely important part of our growing up.

Lord of the Fly

Flies, pff. Flies.

flies suck. i hate flies like Taco Bell hates MacDonalds- ( a LOT)

i hate flies like Warren G hates listening to the latest Snoop Dog record.

i hate them like a bloated pirate hates a wench kicking him in the belly

here it is :

yesterday i sit down to the desk of glory to write, or do homework, or taste the rainbow or something, 

and a Fly - out of nowhere-  lands on my arm. He jumps a foot back, and all those Fly-lands-on-you feelings start racing up my skin.  he lands on me again like a Fat girl on the small guy at the party, and I'm swatting and twitching like I'm in an insane asylum. 

the little bits of my own hair that touch my face start to morph into flies attacking me, and i constantly rub odd parts of my skin that sense suspicious  vibrations.

i am instantly aware that i have a fly in the room, and i won't get squat done until that little skin terrorist is dead.

i grab a paper and he disappears like a beat child. i am ok with this, except for his landing on my legs and feet when i try to type again and i start to shake and Jump like a Pentecostal at the Azuza Street Revival.

i went and cried and rocked back and forth on the sofa.

today he showed up again, but lingered just a TAD too long on some mail from West America Bank, and i dropped him like a Japanese Bomb on Pearl Harbor.

the fly is dead.

but still the hair on my body shifts and i can feel invisible bugs landing on me and moving around on  my skin.

life rules.

i need a hammer i can squash into my face.

Tinman Blog.

after much research, or none, ive decided.
I have no heart.
i'm like a waste of an artichoke, you get to the center of me and its blank.
i don't know if i can feel anything. i think not.
wait- scratch that, i can. i can worry and feel anxious, get lonely, laugh, feel unloved, feel appreciated, i can feel the pleasures of a good scare, a good kiss, a good flick, a good game, or a good converstaion.
i can feel inspired, and know when my friends are disappointed in me, or that they love me, but in the feelings department i'm like a offshore bank.
i wonder if i'll ever be able to love someone and feel more than that common anxiety of wanting others to like you.
don't go dramatic on me, i'm not being sad or... dramatic.
but i know it.
i sit and observe myself, and become astounded at the pessimisms that have grown up and encased me
for a really open guy, its tough to get through to me arriving at "feelings"
friendship i got down, but too many girls have had to sit across from me, trying to unlock me like i was a vault or a rubik's cube.
i try to tell them that others have done so and found the treasure inside to be less than what they expected, less like treasure and more like constant frustration.
its not like i lock myself up like a vault.
its more like i'm an open vault, and you go in and find nothing.
no apologies, i told them it was empty.
oh well, no one beleives me.
i'm sure i'll fall in love one day.
"sure" being loosely equivalent to "why not, i'm a sexy beast"

I was reminded yesterday that God has chosen to give me a chance at love-relationships, and to have a wife.
will he really bring me someone who'll actually like me for me- a potty mouthed artist theologian with the ability to out-talk Rush Limbaugh ?

Chicks don't me cuz they can't push me around.
ha

or because i'm the weirdest human being alive (not including celebrities, who get paid to be stupid and weird)
or maybe i'm insanely lame.
i feel insanely lame, the books that i read even call me lame.

i'm reading Richard Dawkins and he's not as bright as he claims to be.
i'm tired of empty arguments that are more limp than a Mormon in his wedding day.
i think i'll go back to GK Chesterton and enjoy my life again.

i like a good salad too.

Good nose or Bad nose part deux

Time to VOTE- which nose is better, more "attractive" and, ultimately Perfect.
I think it's an easy win for Ashley Zarate, but now you can decide.

The Happiest Man in the World

Obama... yeah.