Showing posts with label Oscar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oscar. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

you treat me like a dog

(from The Witching Hour #49; December 1974)

Duke, the Action Dog!

When some woefully unprepared suburban adventures try to scale the slopes of Mt. Avalanche in mid-January....Duke is there!

When Mommy is sleeping off a hangover doesn't notice little Timmy's excursion into the abandoned Black Lung Mine...Duke is there!

When the enemies of FreedomTM need a little impromptu menace to the genitalia to keep them in line...Duke is there! (Though he will deny any knowledge of it at the court martial proceedings.)

When your fancy dinner party is regrettably free of submissive urination incidents...Duke is there!

Duke's life may seem like a charmed one to many of you, what with the action, adventure, cool gadgets, and all. He even had his own secret headquarters (sold separately) kitted out with a periscope and the finest computer technology the punchcard and tape drive era had to offer.

While that's certainly a step up from usual makeshift lair under far end of the dining room table (strewed with cat food cans and fast food wrappers stolen from the trash, of course), all the fancy gear and accessories were merely futile attempts to fill the gaping void in Duke's inner being.

Duke wants YOU to be his MASTER...because without your firm guiding hand, Duke's life would be just an endless sea of emptiness and self-doubt, devoid of any meaning or purpose. He's a typical canine in that regard.

Dark ruminations about forgotten playthings aside, I wonder if it isn't time to revisit the "heroic pup as toy franchise" model, only with a 21th Century spin. My proposal has been prepared and is currently awaiting approval from the relevant powers that be...

The advances in electronics and toy design over the past three and a half decades mean that the Oscar the Pughuahua toy will include a voice activation feature, where certain key words and phrases will cause him shake off his inertial topor and prance around the house on little chicken legs. In case you were curious, those phrases will be "out," "mashed potato," "beef jerky," "go to bed?" and "donut." And, yes, there will be a variety of accessories (sold separately, of course).

Dr. Alimantado - Tribute to the Duke (from Best Dressed Chicken in Town, 1978) - When he wasn't zipping over chasms or hauling around his Rescue RickshawTM, the Action Dog spent his downtime napping in front of the space heater in his secret HQ and dreaming to the sweet sounds of well-crafted reggae.

Depeche Mode - Master and Servant (from Some Great Reward, 1984) - Love in the Age of Thatcher.

Monday, February 25, 2008

obligatory Oscar post

In keeping with current trends, Armagideon Time presents our own Oscar wrap-up..

...or is that "a wrapped up Oscar?"

A tense moment on the red carpet between Adeline McGillicuddy, Oscar Xavier Giuseppe Guevara, and the Plastic Dog.

Oscar celebrates his (half-)Mexican heritage.

An awkward encounter between Oscar and his estranged long lost twin brother.

Score! Oscar lifts a baby carrot from Maura's sack of swag...

...and efforts by the security staff to retrieve the purloined vegetable fail miserably.

"Hey, pal, are you planning on finishing that hamburger?"

Oscar responds to Ryan Seacrest's inane questions.

The Specials - Do the Dog (from The Specials, 1979) - Let's see if I remember the steps to the dance. Left-right-left-sniff your partner's ass, left-right-left-knock over the trash barrel in the kitchen, left-right-left-bark madly at anyone who passes by the house.

Boards of Canada - Oscar See Through Red Eye (from The Campfire Headphase, 2005) - Oscar see through googly eyes, actually. As a dog who takes his downtime very seriously, Oscar has a strong appreciation for well crafted chillout music and this track in particular.

Oscar & The Majestics - I Can't Explain (from Pebbles, Vol. 7: Chicago, Pt. 2, 1994) - Let me try to, then. As 60's British beat and mod groups took their cues from American soul and R&B music, American garage groups took their cues from the British beat and mod groups. It's a process akin to making a sloppy mimeograph of a grainy photostat, which sums up this wonderfully awful cover version of The Who's 1965 classic.