Go, Team Venture!

Just received the Venture Bros Season One on DVD. I had only caught two or three episodes on adult swim, since they seem to air it only once or twice a week, and since I rarely am in front of a TV which receives cable. From the first episode, “Dia De Los Dangerous!,” I was hooked, and have been waiting ever since for this boxed set. Other episodes of note include “Ice Station – Impossible,” a parody of the Fantastic 4 and the Incredibles, and The Incredible Mr. Brisby, which features a battle royale between a Disney-like figure and the Orange County Liberation Front.

The show is a brilliant send-up of Jonny Quest; here the boy detectives are idiots, Dr. Venture lives in the shadow of his own father, and their bodyguard, Brock Sampson, is a larger-than-life character with a License to Kill who will spare no brutality to protect his charges. The soundtrack, provided by J.G. Thirwell (a.k.a Jim Foetus/Clint Ruin), is spy music on steroids, and worth the price of admission alone.

The DVD is well worth getting and nicely packaged, with some amazing art from Bill Sienkiewicz, and some great extras, including an Xmas episode, the original series pilot, and a number of funny behind-the-scenes features.

I Oozinate for Justice!

Okay, it used to be that American toy companies were content with marketing insanely dangerous toys like potato guns and giant lawn darts.

Now they have a new toy which will likely have an active resale market in the San Fernando Valley adult film industry. Behold, the Oozinator, by SuperSoaker.

This is sooooo wrong, for so many reasons, not the least being the tagline at the end where the announcer says “Major pumping required…”

I assume the video is safe for work, since it’s airing on children’s television here, but the unclean feeling will persist for hours.

Consumerist has a hilarious excerpt from the User’s Comments for this toy at Amazon, which they took down later.

Is this the result of months of market research where America’s children demanded to be showered in copious amounts of “bio-goo” while a fellow prepubescent vigorously pumps a giant alien phalllus?

See, maybe it isn’t such a good idea to sell 9-year-olds thongs at Abercrombie and Fitch after all. Maybe Tipper Gore was right.

WTF exactly is Lordi?

Okay, someone from that side of the pond is going to have to explain something to me. Who the hell is Lordi? I keep thinking that maybe he’s the Rob Zombie of Christian Rock, since he seems to sing a lot about angels and kicking Satan’s ass, all in phonetic, if a bit gravelly, English.

Finland Rocks! er, sort of. Love the costumes, definitely takes the GWAR schtick a bit farther…

Anyway, he seems to be all over YouTube and Google Video, sort of like an infectious Scandinavian aural pandemic.