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HELL yeah!

I knew something big was coming but I had no idea it would be THIS big! Then again, I forgot I was dealing with an all-powerful Deity.

Mr. Deity, that is!

The signs and portents fortold of its coming. The time is near at hand.

To whet our appetites we've been blessed with the following trailer for the upcoming Frost/Nixon parodying, Larry/Deity.

And.

It's.

EPIC !!



The Mr. Deity team are getting set to roll out episodes of Larry/Deity soon along with a new season of Mr. Deity (and its charming jingle - da dadala dee deedle lee...) And as if we weren't spoiled enough already there's still more episodes of Words to come.

It's shaping up to be another best year ever folks!

Coming Soon...

The most anticipated action blockbuster franchise ever:



Gotta hand it to the producers. They certainly know their target demographic.

May I Panic Now?

I have a sore throat.

You know as well as I do that this is not the time to be getting flu symptoms. What makes it worse? I was loitering around transit hubs yesterday. Not the sort of thing one should be doing given the current global health scare.

What was I thinking?

I'll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking: Paid for my ticket home. Might as well go. Too expensive to stay away from, what with the current economic turmoil. So I threw caution to the wind, sat in train stations, rode busses, flew on planes and here I am, throat all muchy and shoulders starting to ache. Coincidence, right?

...right?

At least I'm home. I could think of far worse places to die.

But enough about my impending doom. This is Levitude and here we celebrate the funny side of life (and/or death). We say so what if there's a global pandemic? I laugh in the face of global pandemics. HA! I eat global pandemics for breakfast and say "pass the bread basket, I need something to throw up in!" RAAALPH! Err... what else...? Oh, yeah! I play games in the face of global pandemics! BEEP-BOOP!

Join me, why don't you? (but don't forget to wash your hands afterwards)

One last thing. If you don't hear from me in too long that means I didn't make it. Just in case, I think I oughta tell you...

The money is in the

The Dream with Roy and H.G.

If ever you were curious about the affinity Aussies have with bullsh*tting you need look no further than radio and TV personalities "Rampaging" Roy Slaven and H.G. Nelson.

Roy & H.G. fancy themselves sports pundits, so when Sydney hosted the Olympics in 2000 most of Australia tuned in to The Dream, a late night recap of the day's highlights and behind the scenes goings on. If the games during the day were the show, then these two lovable larrikins were the after show party.

Lets look at a sample of the typical studio banter, in this instance dealing with the friendly rivalry between Australia and New Zealand.
(NOTE: A running gag throughout the course of The Dream's Olympics coverage was to parody the media's overuse of the word "tilt" - as used to describe a team or country's sporting effort - by using and abusing the term as often as possible.)




For the gymnastics commentary the lads created their own lingo for the moves on display, which enhanced the entertainment value of the sport tenfold. After viewing this you'll never be lost for what to call gymnastics moves ever again.




And to bring it home, who could forget Eric "The Eel" Moussambani, the 100m freestyle swimmer from Equatorial Guinnea who was immortalised when having to run his heat solo following the disqualification of his competitors? Poor Eric had trained long and hard for the Equatorial Guinnean tilt in a 20m hotel swimming pool. And it showed. Go Eric!

Nutty

(**CRUDE LANGUAGE WARNING**)

(**CONTINUE AT OWN RISK**)

Whilst trying to stave off the ravages of insanity I happened across this the other day:




Upon viewing my misfiring brain lit up with pleasure impulses. Sanity was restored. Who would have thought a "fight fire with fire" approach would work under these circumstances?




Sometimes simple is best:



I just wish that was on an endless loop. I'd laugh myself right into an oxygen starvation headache, followed by a brief refreshing coma.

MST3K Is My Bag, Baby

A humble temp worker is shot into space by a mad scientist with plans for world domination. There, aboard his Satellite of Love, he and his robot creations are forced to watch bad movies as part of a nefarious experiment to determine which Z-grade stinkaroo will be rotten enough to force the masses into submission.

It's a Z-grade premise for a show about making fun of Z-grade films. The show? Mystery Science Theater 3000 (MST3K for those with next to no lung capacity).

MST3K had a long TV run, cracking wise for about 10 years at the most godawful movies you wouldn't otherwise have seen. Heck, they even got to make a feature film!

But their time is done now. No more MST3K with Joel or Mike and their robot companions. Wait a minute. They're still going strong?

Not as MST3K, but reincarnated from the ashes as Rifftrax and Cinematic Titanic. Go team!

Rifftrax features Mike, Kevin, Bill and a variety of guests (Neil Patrick Harris, Chad Vader...) riffing all the popular movies they couldn't afford to do on TV, by recording mp3 audio you sync up to the dvd. A brilliant idea, and not as hard to do as it sounds. Weren't so crash on George's Star Wars prequels? Download the Rifftrax and you'll laugh your ass off from Trade Federation invasion to twin separation.

Cinematic Titanic is pretty much everyone else from the show riffin' it old school. Silhouettes in front of a movie screen.

As good as those are, there's still plenty of nostalgia the original format. Joel/Mike, Tom Servo and Croooooow! Huddled in the darkness of their own personal theater, in orbit hundreds of kilometers above the earth. Putting words into the mouthes of some pantywaste character or another. Or commenting on their actions, the plot, scenery. Ridiculing the hackneyed tropes.

Seems someone out there in YouTube land loved it so much they went to the effort of making new fun-sized episodes by inserting old riffs into new clips in all the right places. With ten years of riffs to choose from there's no shortage of zingers that fit and you'd be surprised just how well it comes off!

A couple of examples:

Interview With The Vampire




House




Dark Shadows




Smallville




What do you think, sirs?

Best. Review. EVER!

Once again we're giving the censors a headache.

Follows: 1 review of the computer game X3: Reunion.

Why? You'll know it when you see it.

Ooh, burrrn!

Don't you just love it when someone who deserves it gets smacked down, hard? I know I do.

We've talked about Chris Leavins here before. If you remember he runs a web show called Cute With Chris where he invites people to share images of cute animals. What makes the show work is how sardonic Chris is, having to deal with so many animal nuts every day, flooding his inbox. They love it, and you can tell underneath he enjoys himself too. If nothing else it provides a good platform for his wry comic wit.

Chris has also been known to use his platform to illustrate how lame song lyrics can be. Case in point:



All in good fun as you can see, but someone decided that it might be more fun to start a flame war over this little skit.

Baaad idea.

Here's how Chris handles it. I hope you've been to the bathroom before watching this...



Check and mate! Suck it, Tonya!

And that's just one of many well deserved, beautifully executed smack-downs Chris has dispensed in the history of the show. Might be a while before I post the next in this series so go check them out for yourself if you're just itching for more carnage.

Part 2 of this post is something a little more serious, so if you're not in the mood for that come back later when you are ready. It deals with those deluded conspiracy nuts, the 9/11 "Truthers"(ie. deniers).

You've probably heard of their pseudo-documentary Loose Change. I just recently got through watching a point by point rebuttal that uses logic and evidence to shine a light on their so-called truth, dismantling their arguments one by one and showing them for the intellectual lightweights they happen to be.

Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with asking questions when you have some doubts, but when the answers plainly show you what, how and why, time and time again, the proper thing to do is correct your thinking and be wiser for it.

Not so with conspiracy nuts. They've built their lives around this fallacy to the point where they can't concede a thing, lest they have to admit to themselves what fools they've been. Instead, they maintain their poorly plotted course, revealing them to be even bigger fools.

Personally, I find their crusade to be sick. What they are doing is insulting to the memory of those so tragically lost and the ones who mourn them.

You might want to store this one away for when you have a few hours to go through it, or alternatively search it out on Google Video and go through its 20 parts bit by bit when you have the time.

I'll leave you with the close to 3 hour embedded video and the words of Brian Dunning: "Always remember: Separate pieces of poor evidence don't aggregate together into a single piece of good evidence. You can stack cowpies as high as you want, but they won't turn into a bar of gold."

The aptly titled, Screw Loose Change :



Sorry if that made things a little too serious for you. I know! Backtrack up to the first half of this entry and go visit Chris and his array of puppies and kittens. I promise you'll be smiling again in no time!

Who Better To Salute The Life Works Of George Lucas Than...

Are There Morons On Other Planets?

Mankind, on the whole, is pretty cool. Sure, we've had our missteps - reality television and Hitler spring to mind - but by and large we're not un-fun to hang out with.

Our story is an epic mostly comprised of an awfully long and rambling chapter about survival. Chapter 2 details how, better than any other species on the planet, we managed to gut it out and arrive on top of the food chain. If you're able to read this that means we're still doing a-ok. Yay us!

But now that we have a chance to pause and catch our breaths after all of that surviving nonsense, we find ourselves asking the big questions. Is Elvis still alive? If it were the early '80s and Phoebe Cates hadn't met Kevin Kline yet, would I have a shot? And, are we intelligent beasties on our own?

When you look up at the stars at night do you imagine life out there? (excluding the International Space Station - now the brightest star in the night sky - because it's not really a star so to count it would be cheating)

A short while ago in 1960, before Phoebe Cates was even a twinkle in her daddy's eye, Dr. Frank Drake cooked up an equation that would help us figure out how much intelligent extraterrestrial life was in the galaxy that we could sit down and Skype with. It's known as The Drake Equation and if you could figure out what numbers to plug into all the variables you could arrive at the answer. The only hitch is figuring out the variables. Here. Take your best shot:

R^* is the average rate of star formation in our galaxy.

f_p is the fraction of those stars that have planets.

n_e is the average number of planets that can potentially support life per star that has planets.

f_ℓ is the fraction of the above that actually go on to develop life at some point.

f_i is the fraction of the above that actually go on to develop intelligent life.

f_c is the fraction of civilizations that develop a technology that releases detectable signs of their existence into space.

L is the length of time such civilizations release detectable signals into space.

Once you've filled in the blanks you can multiply all those together to arrive at:

N: the number of civilizations in our galaxy with which communication might be possible.

Easy!

I don't know what you got, but me and Frank figured the answer to be 10.

10 other civilisations to compete with for god's love. Y'know, odds are we're not his favorite... Just sayin'.

So if we accept that there might be 10 civilizations capable of holding up their end in a game of pan-galactic pictionary, how many more could there be in the universe at large? Drake's equation only accounts for what we know about our own galaxy. What about the other galaxies? There's a fair few others. Right?

My dear friend, I like you, but you've just gone and wildly understated things. Again.

Allow me to try and illustrate just how bone headed your "fair few others" comment was.

"Galaxies. Very bad. You go first."

(image courtesy of The European Organisation for Astronomical Research in the Southern Hemisphere (ESO))

Here's an image showing a tiny fraction of the night sky taken by space perves at the European Southern Observatory.

I know what you're thinking. "Someone sneezed stars. Big deal. Seen it..." Right? Only, you're wrong again. These are galaxies. Quintzillions of 'em! Each one home to hundreds of billions of stars. And if we were any closer (10 billion light years give or take) they'd have us for lunch! Sure, Andromeda has first dibs, but Andromeda is a pussy. (Note: The big blips in the foreground? Yeah, okay those are stars in our own galaxy that stubbornly refused to clear the shot. They're just lucky Christian wasn't around. What we're talking about is the stampede of galaxies beyond those. Keep up.)

Now you're thinking "Great. You've just gone and blown my mind. Now what am I supposed to do about it? Feel all humbled an' shit?"

Heck, no! I say, do what I do. Visit Galaxy Zoo and get a kick out of insulting other galaxies one by one, and by extension, all races who live there! Did I also mention you get to have fun playing an addictive game of "classify the galaxies" AND get to feel good about yourself for helping to further science? I did?

Come on. Be a space perve too. Everybody's doing it. Probably even Elvis!

Sample insults to help get your creative juices flowing:

"Puny Clactadarians! Your galaxy is like a frisbee that was left on the dash of my car and warped in the midday sun!"

"Pitiful Oolabaalians! Your spiral galaxy has a mere two arms. Not spirally enough!"

"Cowardly Nargazoids... You call that a galaxy? Look, here comes another galaxy to eat you up! And about time too!"

Think you got it in you to better that? Bring it, sunshine. Oh, it's so ON!

(With thanks to Phil Plait at Bad Astronomy for tipping me off to this. But you still owe me a beer.)

One Way To Bypass Censorship Regulations...

One of the more uneven sketch comedy shows on Australian TV was Comedy Inc. The few pieces of it I saw you'd more often groan as laugh out loud. But there was one thing I caught that made me howl. It was this little stroke of inspired genius - a one trick pony, sure, but damn if I didn't scratch my head wondering how someone let them get away with it!

Depending on how you look at it - foul language might be an issue for the more sensitive among you.

Lets Start A Family!

That's right. Today we're talking about children. Love them or hate them, they're here to stay. Even after the ones you're familiar with decide to outgrow their smallish, ignorant stage by entering a more socially acceptable largish, ignorant stage, more children have an uncanny knack of arriving on the scene.

What is the role of children, you ask? Do they serve some purpose? The answer is, of course, no. There is nothing children can do that adults can't do better. So why would people choose to raise families to begin with? Is there perhaps some secondary benefit to be gained by starting a family?

This time, you've hit upon it. Yes - as a tax break.

Children are the Isle of Man of living, breathing tax havens. Clothe them, feed them, buy them each a television and with the remaining money you've saved you'll be able to afford more globe-trotting holidays than there are holiday destinations for! Granted, some of these you'll be expected to spend at Disneyland, but if you've shelled out for a half-decent nanny all you really need do is see them off at the airport.

A word of warning though. It isn't all peaches and cream. Sometimes children ask questions. Not just a few questions, either. Roughly 2.7 million questions. That's per day. You know how the internet can be really slow at times? ...Parents. Endlessly looking up answers to questions.

Again. Nanny. I recommend a live-in.

Now, a word of advice to those of you who want to have children but don't have much income and would therefore not yield enough of a tax benefit to make it worth your while. Scrape together what little money you can and go see a good therapist. You have a tendency toward self-destructive behavior. Work it out. I'm pulling for you.

At least, that's what the postcard I send you from Monaco will say.

Finally Everything Makes Sense

Pretty much one of the worst tortures you can inflict on a lover of music is to record a song where the listener has no hope of figuring out the lyrics on their own. If I want to sing along you damn well better let me do so without making a fool of myself, by supplying a lyric sheet along with the album. That way when I listen to Summer of '69 I don't end up getting laughed down by all my friends during that verse when Brian Adams's girlfriend stands on her mamma's Porche proclaiming she would wait forever.

Funny thing how our minds feel compelled to fill in the blanks. We can't just say, "I dunno, it's unclear. Ask again later." We say, "Sounds like this. I'll just go with it until somebody offers a better fit."

And so, people rightly decide that we are none too smart.

...I like songs.

You Can Run, Jupiter, But... HEY! Where'd It Go?

This one is something to marvel at. Have you ever wanted to experience 30 hours in 11 seconds? Have you ever wanted to keep a close eye on Jupiter in case it pulls a fast one? Have you ever felt so down you just wanted to hide behind the sun?

Check, check, and check?

Then this post is for you!

Phil Plait, that baddest of bad astronomers (and I mean that in the same way "F*ck You, Sara" really means "I love you" at the end of The Last Boyscout) has posted a short video of Jupiter and its moons trying to insulate itself from all earthly wrongdoings by putting the sun between us and itself. Can you blame it?

Phil is one of my favorite bloggers. He's the guy that took the Moon Hoax crackpots head on in his first book, Bad Astronomy, and has subsequently become a blogging god, talking about all things majorly astronomical, sciency and rational.



By the way, if you ever wondered how the world is going to end then you might like his new book Death From The Skies (free plug, seeing as how I like the guy so damn much). Otherwise keep checking that Large Hadron Collider link I gave you a while back, for up to the minute intel.

Oh, and don't forget to become a rabid devotee of Phil's Blog if you weren't already.

The Wizards of Time and Mind

David Tennant and Derren Brown. Two of my favorite British discoveries of the previous year together at last?

Magic.

For those of you who don't watch Doctor Who and don't know who David Tennant is, you have been missing out. To be fair. So had I.

I remember thinking how horribly downhill the old series of Doctor Who had gone when it fizzled out in the late '80s and so paid little attention to the new series when it came back bigger and better than ever. I'd put my youth behind me and written off my childhood proclamation that "Doctor Who is the bestest thing ever, ever, ever and you can't ever make me change my mind about it ever" thinking how goofy I must have seemed as a kid, with my nose buried in all those Target novelisations. (Personal Trivia for those who lived the same childhood. Fave author? Terrence Dicks.)

Then something happened. I finally decided to hire out Season 1 of the new revamped Doctor Who. They'd given it a budget. Fantastic. They'd made the companionship more personal. Nice touch. They'd brought together people who were just as enamored with the show as I had been, young fans who were now grown up storytellers and filmmakers just itching to pay it all back and make the show of their dreams. Off the hook!

I swear some episodes of this Doctor Who are more entertaining than 99% of the big budget "entertainments" you go see in cinemas. I'm not overstating that. They are that sensational.

4 seasons and 2 doctors later, I'm a renewed fan. And I didn't even have to revert to my old geeky ways to do it!

In case you've missed the link - David Tennant is currently playing The Doctor... and killing it.

Now lets flip to another facet of your Levitude blog host's tastes. The guy who is fascinated by the murky depths of the human mind and the way in which your perceptions can be twisted to fool you. Or astonish you. Currently the best showman out there is Derren Brown. You might have seen him here before. You're bound to see him again.

Derren has a swag of BBC shows behind him. Mind Control, Russian Roulette LIVE, Trick of the Mind, Trick or Treat, Messiah, The System... Suffice it to say, he knows how to pull off a trick or two with style. (For die hard fans who haven't read his book, Trick of the Mind, what's taking you guys?!)

So when I discovered that these two fine gents had worked together... my neighbours called the cops and I was fined for disturbing the peace. Actually, they didn't and I wasn't, but it sure would have been a fitting anecdote!

Below are links to the YouTube hosted clips. Unfortunately they didn't support embedding. No matter.

What you're going to see is a typical episode of Trick or Treat where David is going to be taken on a little time travel adventure, Derren Brown style.

Cue incidental music:

David Tennant on Trick or Treat Pt. 1


David Tennant on Trick or Treat Pt. 2


David Tennant on Trick or Treat Pt. 3

Words 2: Twice the hilarity with only half the heart!

Just when I was seriously thinking about taking Levitude off mission and posting about some of the more meaty issues that have been playing on my mind of late, Brian Keith Dalton and the Mr. Deity crew went and uploaded the latest episode of their new comedy series Words on YouTube.

Sometimes you just need to sit back and have a good laugh to ease the pressure. Maybe if Tim had seen this it might have made all the difference.

It's Just Such A Great Impression

Tom Cruise. The man. The legend. The cock-block.

A cautionary tale for anyone thinking it'd be cool to have Tom Cruise crash their party.

Tom Cruise Is a Cock-Block - watch more funny videos

What a cock-block! After that there'd be no letting Tom Cruise back into your life. Lesson learned, right? WRONG!

Tom Cruise Is a Cock-Block 2 - watch more funny videos

This does not bode well for our scruffy hero. Has Tom Cruise destroyed a beautiful friendship? Won't someone put an end to his cock-blocking ways?

Tom Cruise Is A Cock-Block (Part 3) - watch more funny videos

So. All's well that ends well... I guess.

Killer impression.

High Five!

You gotta love Improv Everywhere. Their mission in life? To create scenes. Not so much the candid camera "ha! We totally had you messing your drawers" type of scenes, but more the "weird! what was that all about?" type scenes. I like that. It gives folks who have witnessed one of their 'missions' amusing anecdotes to share.

Their missions are many and varied and are always a fun view or read. If you've traipsed around the internet video sites long enough you've undoubtedly seen something of theirs. The annual New York Subway 'No Pants Day' is one of their brainchilds. What started out a few years ago as just a handful of 'agents' baffling the morning commuters by riding the train in their underwear for no good reason and having no idea why those other people were coincidentally riding sans-pants has now exploded into thousands of participants making it a major annual event.

For their latest mission they've scaled things back to something simple and fun for morning commuters. It's nice, feel good missions like this that are the very essence of Improv Everywhere.



And if you're not caught up on their past missions you will find them all at the Improv Everywhere website. Some are so good they'll make you cry tears of joy.

Oh, I almost forgot. For those of you who are also extraverts, Improv Everywhere has created a site for you to organise similar missions in your own part of the world. Check out Urban Prankster.

The Deity Returns!

The same very fine folks behind cult internet comedy Mr. Deity have started a new project titled: Words. Starting us off with familiar comedic ground to introduce the characters, we're treated to a somewhat provocative argument being made for the case against descrimination - of people who can hear! Can't wait to see what the gang have in store for us with this new show.