November 28, 2008
ENCOURAGING SIGNS OF INTERNATIONAL COOPERATION IN THESE TRYING FINANCIAL TIMES.
From the Goose: Pinky & the Brain in Russia and Germany. His comments:
During a post-meal coma, I was searching youtube for various things. I came across the "Pinky and the Brain" theme song in many different languages. My two favorites are the German and Russian versions.
In German, complete with translated floating cue lines!
The Russian version sounds almost like a propaganda film. I particularly enjoy the final "Narf!" (or lack thereof).
That short taste of chesty Soviet bravura made me want more. Here's my favorite - turn up the sound, chug a shot of vodka, put on your boots and your huge Soviet Naval officer's cover, and sing along, Tovarish!
Hey, it's not John Phillip Sousa, but even I felt like firing missiles at Cheyenne Mountain after listening to this:
Lucky for us the Russkies are primarily a culture of Godless mobsters, clever punks, brooding thugs & romantic drunks. [Careful there! Sounds awfully Irish! - Ed.] With music like that, they should be able to beat the snot out of anybody, which they did as long as they were defending the Motherland. But every time they try to act like The Brain, or Ernst Stavro Bloefeld, their internal contradictions gut their strength, and it's back to the lab after another failure. Their latest romances with Chavez and Ahmadinijad are doomed to failure when those two thugs end up like Il Duce.
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During a post-meal coma, I was searching youtube for various things. I came across the "Pinky and the Brain" theme song in many different languages. My two favorites are the German and Russian versions.
In German, complete with translated floating cue lines!
The Russian version sounds almost like a propaganda film. I particularly enjoy the final "Narf!" (or lack thereof).
That short taste of chesty Soviet bravura made me want more. Here's my favorite - turn up the sound, chug a shot of vodka, put on your boots and your huge Soviet Naval officer's cover, and sing along, Tovarish!
Hey, it's not John Phillip Sousa, but even I felt like firing missiles at Cheyenne Mountain after listening to this:
Lucky for us the Russkies are primarily a culture of Godless mobsters, clever punks, brooding thugs & romantic drunks. [Careful there! Sounds awfully Irish! - Ed.] With music like that, they should be able to beat the snot out of anybody, which they did as long as they were defending the Motherland. But every time they try to act like The Brain, or Ernst Stavro Bloefeld, their internal contradictions gut their strength, and it's back to the lab after another failure. Their latest romances with Chavez and Ahmadinijad are doomed to failure when those two thugs end up like Il Duce.
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