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What happens when you cross belovedly portly cartoon icon Fat Albert with an ever-expanding Al Gore talking about an ever-expanding climactic crisis?

By way of “Talkshow with Spike Feresten”, I give you “Fat Albert Gore”:

Yes, this is a segment from “Comedy for Stoners”, and no, I am not/was not high. Who needs chemical assistance to enjoy lyrics like these:

Greenhouse gases makin’ me blue
The ocean’s turning into stew

Na, na, na — say goodbye to penguins (hey-hey-hey!)
Na, na, na — really big mosquitoes (hey-hey-hey!)

I tell you, if An Inconvenient Truth had had musical numbers, it would have been even more impactful.

I only wonder where Bill Cosby fits in here.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 10/29/2007 11:31:45 PM
Category: Comedy, Politics, TV
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If “criminals are a superstitious, cowardly lot”, then real-life superheroes are correspondingly flighty yet well-meaning.

And full of Marvel Comics-brand angst:

The Super is a superintendent of a building in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, who fixes faucets and does electrical work for people in need. Yesterday, he wore a red cape, a yellow shirt, green suspenders and green tights under black soccer shorts.

The Super, who also declined to give his real name, said he took on the alter ego after a friend was hurt by debris that had fallen from scaffolding. “I said to myself, if we have to wait around for the city or the mayor to fix everything wrong or dangerous in this city, it’ll never get done,” the Super said.

He acknowledged that his self-proclaimed role — as well as what he wears — has drawn derision.

He said he had been laughed at, stared at, egged and stoned. Once, he said, someone in a high-rise apartment building threw a frozen piece of meat at him.

“I don’t have many friends,” he said. “A lot of real-life superheroes stumble along the way. And part of it can definitely make you feel isolated, like nobody understands you.”

Since this is the Internet Age, in lieu of a Bat-signal, these costumed crusaders rely on a MySpace page to convene as “Superheroes Anonymous”. Somehow fitting.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 10/29/2007 08:25:14 AM
Category: Creative, New Yorkin', Society
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