Rowdy Roddy Piper is one of the stranger interviews I’ve ever done. He’s a hard man to get a hold of — he juggles a variety of projects from showbiz to professional wrestling — but once you get him on the phone, he’s like a spigot unstopped, a torrent of…
Should you ever find yourself stuck in a dryer, you’ll do well to remember this helpful nugget of advice offered by a wasted Chad to a wasted girl in that same incomprehensible situation: “You gotta get out the same way you got in.” Easier said than done, if the five…
For the last fifteen years, the Phallogical Museum in the tiny fishing town of Husavik, Iceland, has existed for one purpose and for one purpose only: to collect and display a shitload of penises. Is that two purposes? So be it. In any case, the museum’s collection features an impressive…
There are a million movies exactly like it: Promising athlete encounters diversity, gets discouraged, gets encouraged, overcomes diversity, wins something and everybody learns important lessons about life, family and love. That was my main point on Friday when I made fun of the trailer for Soul Surfer, a movie so…
Adult Swim has always been Cartoon Network’s flawless answer to the demand of nostalgic man-children everywhere to be served bizarre, absurdist deconstructions of the entertainments they liked when they were actual children (look at the website and tell me that’s not what they do), but in the past, those entertainments…
Even for Bob Dylan’s taste, America has always put a little too much faith in Bob Dylan. A generational spokesman? A civil-rights leader? A prophet? Those are some high expectations of fucking Mahatma Gandhi, let alone an old folksinger. So it’s no surprise that people have been freaking out about…
The Snuggie is the new toga. Easy enough to look like a dumbass in without ornament but versatile enough to decorate in all sorts of ridiculous ways, the popular blanket with arm-holes in it (as differentiated from its less popular competitor, the Slanket) has proved an ideal garment for frat…
It seems like it was almost overnight that the label “organic” went from something only Boulder cared about to something even Colorado Springs cared about somewhat. Suddenly organic food and farming is big business, and when big money is at stake, it pays to ask, well, what does this mean?…
Cats are weird. As a rule, they pretty much just do what they want all the time, and what they want to do is usually spastic and inscrutable and occasionally evil — which is why, when we heard about the Springtime in the Rockies Cat Show this weekend, we knew…
Here’s what you do: Figure out some way to get into a submarine, then crank up some badass barbershop quartet jams on the eight-track, because today is National Submarine Day, Eight-Track Tape Day and Barbershop Quartet Day all rolled into one. Just like that. But in the unlikely case that…
For some folk, even the smallest kindness makes a huge difference. Since the club’s inception five years ago, that’s been the idea behind the Denver URBAN (the acronym stands for United Revolutionary Bicycle Action Network) Guerrillas, a group that member Joel Menkveld describes as “a bunch of freewheelin’ freaks that…
Sometimes, the most interesting thing about a movie is its cast. And not so much the acting of the cast, but the concept of this cast in this movie — how did these people get here? Soul Surfer, for example, is a movie where even Helen Hunt and Dennis Quaid…
Here’s a fun fact: Bald cats can get sunburned. Like, really sunburned. I know this because I used to live with a bald cat; my ex-wife randomly decided she wanted one for reasons I never really figured out. His name was Frances. He was a bizarre creature, all wrinkled and…
Ah, prom, that special time when you rent an ill-fitting tuxedo in a bizarre color and awkwardly dance until you get your date drunk enough on a smuggled 750ml of blue-flavored fortified wine to let you grope her in the back of your parents’ Cadillac. If you’re anything like me…
East Colfax is about to get lit, and not in the drunken way it usually gets lit. With a cool $200,000 in federal grant money burning a hole in its pocket, the City of Aurora is launching a public art project that aims to create a permanent light installation for…
Glenn Beck may be crazier than Charlie Sheen, as I theorized yesterday in my post comparing the the two media darlings — both have a rich history of saying wacky shit and both lost their jobs as a result — but love him or hate him (and pretty much nobody’s…
The masses aren’t exactly clamoring for more experimental films. Not only is there exactly zero market for avant-garde film-making in the mainstream, but there aren’t even too many underground screenings of them, and even fewer people devote their careers to making them. Even so, says John Hartman, director of Indie…
Rob Roy is about as Scottish as they come. For one thing, there’s actual bagpipe music playing in the background when he talks on the phone. For another, he shares a name with one of the most famous Scotsmen of all time (famous enough, anyway, to have a cocktail named…
The ice cream flavor that Ben & Jerry’s famously named after hippie icon Wavy Gravy provides a surprisingly apt simile for Saint Misbehavin’: The Wavy Gravy Movie, last year’s documentary about the Woodstock-era activist: Both are sweet, both are full of nuts (wokka-wokka) and neither has a lick of substance…
“Sometimes,” observes Sara Horle, “the people who you trust the most are trying to kill you.” That’s her short synopsis of Mr. Spacky…The Man Who Was Continuously Followed by Wolves, the inaugural effort (produced by Horle) of the Catamounts, a Boulder-based performance group founded by Amanda Berg-Wilson, freshly back in…
Somewhere in the last couple of years, so gradually it was hard to notice at first, Glenn Beck went from annoying and somewhat menacing to hilarious. While watching Bill O’Reilly remains basically like watching a talk show with the evil trees from The Wizard of Oz except the trees have…
It’s an interesting little fun fact that the most versatile and flexible word in the English language is also the most obscene; what that says about the culture we live in is an entirely different matter, but we’re going to assert that it’s probably an indication of our collective sexual…
