2010. What a year it has been. We here at Rampant look back, and reflect on all that is good this year. We're really not sure what that all is, we're not as contemplative and sentimental as one would think. We do know this, one rap rocked all this year. And for what reason? Betty White. She was all the rage in 2010, we're betting that this year will be remembered as the year the Golden Girl made a kick-ass comeback. Don't call it a comeback. It's something much greater than that. So let's leave it at that, and share with you what we here at Rampant consider the greatest writing on television today. Forget about Modern Family, it's lame and trendy, too sentimental and fraudulent. Danny Pudi. Donald Glover. 'nuf ced.
In this proof of concept, Director Perry Jenkins wanted to see what could be achieved in post versus the use of practical makeup. Shot on a Canon T2i, Tracked with Imagineer Systems Mocha, Composited in After Effects.
Director: Perry Jenkins
Visual Effects: Sean Mullen
Merry Christmas! We know of one big ol' jolly elf, who's about as gangsta as it gets. Check it out, he breaks into everyone's house, all in one night. But here's the gangsta part, he doesn't take stuff, he leaves toys AND candy. Yeah, free candy from a fat guy that breaks into your house by flying magically up and down the chimney. He's my hero.
Welcome to Gangsta Rap Friday Thursday, December 16. My head is not screwed on straight this week. Call it on account of the weather and snow days. We're located somewhere between Fargo and Florida, and let's just say the weather hasn't been kind this week. I thought yesterday was Tuesday, it wasn't, it was Wednesday. And I woke up today thinking it was Friday. Yup, Friday. Which brings us to today, Gangsta Rap Thursday. With all this wacky out of sorts time blowing weather induced roller coaster thinking I have going on, you could say that my head isn't just askew, my head is ringing. Hit it Dre.
If you've been following the Rampant blog and Gangsta Rap Thursday, you may have noticed that we've diverted from the normalcy of gangsta rap the past couple of weeks. This may seem strange, it may make you feel uneasy on the inside, but rest assured, things happen for a reason. Or at least that's what we like to say here at Rampant. Last week on Gangsta Rap Thursday we introduced a literary device known to the literati as foreshadowing. You may have felt left out in the cold when we didn't go there, but guess what? WHAMMO!!!!! We're going there. The foreshadowing wasn't for last week's installment, silly us, it was placed there for this week's post. We're like that, always thinking one step ahead, kind of like that guy that plays chess and is better than that computer. So if we're talking gangsta rap, there's one name that rises to the top, and it isn't Bobby Fischer. Alright, there's a lot of names that rise to the top, but c'mon, if you haven't been around for twenty years you may not know this rapper extraordinaire. The one and only Snoop Dogg, yup, that soul from Long Beach who needs a jobbie job. Our guess is Snoop is doing just fine, probably better than fine. Now granted he samples a lot of P-Funk, but so do we. If we were to play you our raps, you'd be hearing tons of P-Funk. Unfortunately we can't play you our raps, the lawyers won't let us and our rhymes are just too gangsta for anyone to hear. Maybe, someday, the world will know the greatness of the Rampant rap tunes. Until then let me give you something that is, truly, gangsta and straight up awesome.
Can I call in sick? No. I can't. This is the internet; home of the locationless, paperless, restless, faceless and merciless office. There is no way to avoid work when I can do it from the comfort of my footie pajamas, all NyQuiled up and stuffing my nose with fistfuls of tissue. But you know what? There is a cure for these "I gots to work my jobby job sicky slob blues." That's right, there's a cure, and we call it Gangsta Rap Thursday. Now, you may notice that I made a slight if not faintly apprehensible verbal reference to one of the greatest Gangsta Rappers of all-time. In a right and proper world that would hold the potential for some mad phat foreshadowing, but this isn't a right and proper world. Did I mention the NyQuil? Nope, we'll get to the Dogg Pound another day. What I need now is the best medicine, laughter.