If my memory serves me right, the lighthouse is at 135 degrees. You press the button on the right to drain the lighthouse, which opens up the stairs to the basement. Then you toy with the valve until you can access the chest. Once the chest is floating, you can get the key out of it which opens the lighthouse…That’s just part of my Myst flashback caused by tonight’s Lost. It was a decent episode, not as emotionally satisfying as “The Substitute” or mind-blowing as “LA X,” but at least we can always say “it was better than ‘What Kate Does.’” So what does Jack do? He comes to terms with his ceaseless daddy-issues in both 2004 and 2007. And from beyond Lost‘s loose idea of the grave, Jacob continues to move his pieces.

2004: Tonight’s Jack-centric flash-sideways set up some pretty interesting and possibly pointless WTFs. But more importantly, they helped spotlight what this parallel world is about at its core: redemption. We saw some of this theme in Kate and Locke’s flashes, but it was prevalent in Jack’s. So Jack’s alternate world appendix was taken out at age 7, although we know it wasn’t taken out until he was on the Island. Why doesn’t alt-Jack remember this? The scar also resembles the “brand” Dogen gave to Sayid and Claire, or is that just me? Speaking of, Dogen’s appearance in the flash got a dismissive wanking gesture from me. Claire is mentioned in Christian’s will. I just wanted to note that before someone called me out on it in the comments.

Jack’s has a seed named David who plays piano really well and listens to a band named “Meat Coat.” I usually loathe production design on the bedrooms of teenagers, but props to the Lost people for making up a band called “Meat Coat.” Trying not to be the shitty dad Christian was, Jack tells David that he’ll always love him. But who’s the mother?! Sarah? Juliet? I have no clue at this point in time.

2007: Now we seem to have our two big pawns in place: Locke for MIB and Hurley for Jacob. Jacob has Hurley bring Jack through a secret tunnel in the Temple and to the Lighthouse, another one of the wonders of the Lost world. The Lighthouse was a huge waste of time. We’ve never seen it before. It had numbers on its wheel – just like the cave from last week. Jacob’s reason for bringing Jack there was so Jack could smash the mirrors and find an independent purpose? That sucks. Oh, the number 108 popped up again. Who was at number 108 on the wheel? Wallace. Who’s Wallace? Where’s Wallace!?!? He’s on his way to the Island!

Claire’s been living in the jungle for three years and has no problem axing some Other fool. She’s on some Rousseau shit now. She’s “Clairsseau.” She confirms that she’s been in communication with Christian and her “friend,” Flocke.

Now, in 2007, all of the pieces are in place. The “opening” part of the game is complete and up next comes the “middlegame.” And that’s when you go to war.

Ever notice how often Tom Arnold saves DMX and Jet Li from their harebrained shenanigans? This chubby player brings massive science to his sidekicking game… Which brings us to this week’s Kill With Video, Five Grand On The Chinaman, He’s My Friend!

The plot thickens! Here’s a video of Beetlejuice (as we’ve dubbed him) AKA Michael on Wild 94.9 giving his side of the events from last week’s epic bus beatdown with Tom “Tom Slick” Burso AKA Epic Beard Man AKA I AM A MOTHERFUCKER! In case you missed it last week, here’s Epic Beard Man’s vietnam flashback take on what happened.

I don’t know, this dude sort of looks like the guy from the video, but it sure doesn’t sound like him. I don’t remember Beetlejuice being as well spoken as this guy. Regardless my main question remains, what the fuck was up with the I AM A MOTHERFUCKER T-shirt, who made it and where can we get one!?

You can skip to 0:57 to get to the main WTF? moment, but truly the whole minute and a half is a pretty trippy “WTF”. Thanks to Desboobs for pointing this in our direction, and @cunei4m for leading us to the whole video.

I know a good chunk of you follow Pee-wee Herman on Twitter, but I doubt many of you realize Elvira has a Twitter. I of course do, because I love Elvira. A few days ago she tweeted the above pic of her and Paul Reubens back stage from one of his Pee Wee performances. I thought this was a pretty adorable picture and was happy that two of my childhood faves are still in touch…

“Still in Touch?” Oh you never realized that the Mistress of the Dark was in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure? Skip forward to 2:08 mark of the famous Tequila scene and you’ll find Cassandra Peterson in a rare cameo sans her usual Elvira get-up. I think she still looks great at almost 60.

My wife—in all her awesomeness—sent me this link of Christina Hendricks in her underwear.

I’ve spent the past several minutes trying to come up with a reason for posting this image, but alas, all I can think of is ‘Boner Shorts.’ So there you go. Boner Shorts.

When I first introduced myself to this blog in late-eight, one of the things I was most struck by was the tag category ‘Boner Shorts.’ I remember thinking it was the awesomest, most-hilarious, and most-obvious blog category in the history of blog categories.

I’m probably totally incorrect, but I feel like we used to have more of these little gems popping up on the blog. So here’s my attempt at remedying the issue.

Oh, too: it also helps if you like Mad Men. And I guess you might want to read about Ms. Hendricks’ agent asking her,

“Darling, did your boobs grow?”

But, if you don’t care about either of those things, there’s probably no real reason for you to click through to this NY Mag article…the best, most awe-inspiring part is pictured above.

That’s all. Boner Shorts.

Our pal Royce Bannon, did an interview with our other pal and collaborator Lamour Supreme for The Source. were he shed some light on his many artistic pursuits including toy making.

That innocence where all things are possible and creativity isn’t stifled by every day monotony. I always collected toys and wanted to a do a toy of my own, so I started designing and that eventually led me to start painting as well.

I am glad Lamour’s work is getting out there, we are really working on trying to make him famous so he can stop designing marble columns for ex-mobsters.

Apache Beat has been creating quite the buzz since the Brooklyn five piece’s inception in 2006.  They play a great blend of synth-driven Indie rock that is as poppy as it is moody, and while those may be the sorts of adjectives you see thrown out for many bands, Apache Beat does it without sounding like every other band on the block. Not shocking considering front woman Ilirjana Alushaj also happens to be one half of the duo behind The Pop Manifesto magazine.

Ilirjana has one of the most captivating voices in modern pop. It’s smoky and sultry and perfectly compliments the music backing it to create some really epic tracks. Although the band has been around for about four years they have only released two 7-inches on Summer Lovers Unlimited thus far .

I’m sure Ilirjana’s duties with the Pop Manifesto, being voted one of the most stylish NYers and supporting the likes of Les Savy Fav, The Gossip and Crystal Castles keep the band pretty occupied, but we hope we get to hear a full-length from them sooner rather than later. In the meantime enjoy their video for “Tropics” up above.

Prolly, You guys remember him right? He’s the dude who occasionally rarely does metal reviews here on the Bloglin when not doing blog spins. Well he has a gallery up on his site with his shots from the Мишка LA opening reception.

Some of John’s shots focus much more on a few of the design details in the shop ratherthan the party itself. For instance, up above is the chandelier hanging overhead in the LA store. Like our chandelier over at 350 Broadway, this one was designed by Adam Wallacavage and is full of eyeballs and tentacles keeping with the Cthulu theme.

Also like NY, LA has loads of toys that we’ve collected and hoarded over the years. It’s not only mesmerizing, it’s just downright creepy if you ask me! But this is how we feel most at home… surrounded by lots and lots of toys.

There’s a nice assortment of vintage and modern Kaiju amongst loads of vintage western toys. While this makes nice eye candy for most patrons, I’m sure some of you Toy Fiends will see one, two or more things to salivate over!

Another nice touch is this gigantic painting by Skinner that hangs just over the cut & sew rack on the right wall as you enter the shop. I love this thing… it fits so perfectly not only with the shop’s decor but with our brand in general.

If you’re in Los Angeles drop by the shop and see all of this for yourself and pick up a few goodies, like the exclusive LA tees we did!

Мишка LA
1547 Echo Park Ave
Los Angeles, CA

Harvey Milk – S/T (2010) [Hydra Head] // Grade: A

I’ve only seen Harvey Milk live in concert once. It was during All Tomorrow’s Parties in Minehead, England in May of 2009.  They sucked. Granted this was back to back to back to back with Sleep, Electric Wizard, the Jesus Lizard, and Devo and shit so the caliber of rockin’ was pretty fucking high. But Harvey Milk totally let me down that one gig. I’d been listening to a lot of My Love Is Higher Than Your Assessment of What My Love Could Be at the time and that album was blowing my fucking mind, but for that one hour or so they were on stage all I could think was “What the fuck? Who put this Skynrd 45 on 33? Bogus.”

This album, has not a fucking thing in common with that live performance.  Apparently, this album was meant to be their debut, recorded in ’94 and pieced together from old bootleg copies, this shit will blow your weak fucking mind out of your gaping, newly bored out eardrums. If you’re familiar with Harvey Milk’s catalog, think My Love… ‘cept way more sludgy rock. Frankly it’s just evil, menacing, grinding, plodding shit that you can’t help but nod along to. Creston Spiers sounds like he’s either being strangled or strangling someone the entire album. I heard someone describe them as “Swans covering the Melvins… or maybe the Melvins covering Swans…?” once. That is way fucking accurate in this case.  The songs are long, evil, and constantly shifting.

The Production is significantly thinner than their later albums, you know, prolly cause it was pieced together from cassette tapes and shit. For some reason, where most thin production on doom stuff comes across as shitty and unbefitting of the music, it really adds a great punkish vibe to a pretty metal album. This shit is definitely on my repeat listening list for many moons to come.

Also, go see Harvey Milk live. I’ll bet they’re way fucking better next time.