I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go, Hot Roddin'!

6/27/08: Dreamy Jorma Taccone pics added. Did my blog just jump the shark with this one? My only excuse is I'm severely jet-lagged, so it is probably impeding my judgment. Severely.

So, my mom always reads People and told me there was a "The Guys of Gossip Girl" thing in it -- somehow neglecting to mention interviews with both Joe Elliot and Bret Michaels. Um, hello?

But anyway, it's the like "Hottest Bachelors and whatever" issue which seems to mostly equal all body hair having been photoshopped off of Mario Lopez. So I'm flipping through and I land on... Andy Samberg and Akiva Shaffir. And all I can say to that is WHERE THE EFF IS JORMA TACCONE??!!??!!??!!

So, to back up: Remember a while ago when I was making fun of that Andy Samberg movie from last year that I had never watched? Well, I finally watched it. And it. was. AWESOME.

I will never, never, ever understand all the Hot Rod haters out there. That movie is freakin' hilarious. I watched it and immediately became like, an evangelist for it. I promptly re-watched it so I'd be able to quote relevant lines, then have since proceeded to get everyone who comes within my reach to watch it. So I've watched it probably a half-dozen times in the past few weeks, and let me say it holds up under re-watching. Though for some reason, during the punch-dancing in the woods scene, so far 3 out of 4 viewers watching it with me have said, unprompted, "I can't believe this was released in theaters." Well it was cause it was awesome! Also if as planned it had been released with Will Ferrell in the title role (since he's really the originator of movies that involve sports-obsessed weirdos yelling random lines and having daddy issues), I bet people would love it. Whatever. I think the people in it are amazing.

Particularly the magical, nay, the magnificent Jorma Taccone. At first I was like "ew, he looks kinda like Scott Baio." But rewatching has made me strangely obsessed with him. (For the record, I'm obsessed with the entire movie -- I freaked out the other day when I scored the C&C tank top that Isla Fisher is wearing in one scene.)

So, this is probably the most disturbing thing I've ever done. On a side note, can you believe this man is over 30?

But anyway, Jorma. I almost want to become one of those psycho fans who posts a tribute music video on YouTube, but luckily dignity stops me. Also, the fact that he's married.

Still I think the total-crush tipping point was learning he was responsible for so much of the music stuff. As previously noted, much of the music in the movie comes from Europe. No, not just the continent of Europe -- Europe the band. And they don't waste time with obvious songs like "The Final Countdown." They dig up crazy tracks like "Ninja." I don't think the only-in-it-for-the-money Joey Tempest realized at the time that he was writing tracks for this type of movie, but trust me, he was.

Most of the other music in the movie is taken from Giorgio Moroder's theme from Midnight Express. So right off the back, um hello -- hair metal and synth pop? Are there two genres of music I enjoy more? I think not. Second, he's tiny and adorable. Third, he has two of the funniest scenes in the movie (I'd reveal what they are, but I want you to go watch this movie. Suffice to say one involves stuffed animals and karaoke = hearts). Long story short, we are totally meant for each other.

If my massive Jorma-crush has not convinced you to see this movie, will this do it? For one, it features Gob from Arrested Development, who I love (note that I make exceptions to my Freaks and Geeks cast member rule for movie-watching for cast members from Arrested Development). For two, if you sincerely enjoy films along the lines of No Retreat, No Surrender or even just the South Park episode where they go to Aspen, you will definitely like this. You will! I promise. This movie changed my life. The one reason I'm excited to go back to San Diego is because The Foot-Fist Way is playing there.

P.S.: Sing it to the tune of Judas Priest's "Hot Rockin.'"

P.P.S.: I might add photos to some of these newer posts once I'm back in CA with my Mac -- doing such things on a Windows-based laptop is a world of pain.

[As per always, I'm at home so I'm catching up on back issues of Wired. I've got to say I'm getting kind of sick of it though -- Wired are a little too proud of themselves in their fifteenth anniversary year. There's lots of focus on all the great stuff they've thought of, but most of the newer stories are more sexy than actually like, interesting. It's getting to the point that before I read a feature on Apple, I already know what Steve Jobs anecdotes they're gonna trot out ("Park different" blablabla). Since I've been reading/coding so much all day, I'm not much for reading in the evening anyway -- and if nothing else, it's a good thing to tire me out.]

[Also putting me to sleep -- I've finally been watching all those episodes of Goober and the Ghost Chasers I got a while back. OMG that show is bad. Partridge Family 2200 A.D. is not all the Partridges have to be ashamed of -- the "Partridge Kids" (a.k.a. everyone except Shirley Jones and David Cassidy) seems to guest star in every episode, except the one where it's randomly Wilt Chamberlain. This show is brutally horrible -- Goober is one of the ugliest cartoon characters I've ever seen, and the animators' choice to give him human-style knees makes his body look broken and malformed. Also, he makes frequent unfunny asides to the camera using Snagglepuss' voice. Goober is made of fail.]

Currently reading: Wired (It's a magazine, duh)