Sure, something like this has been loaded on here before. Sure! But this is a new, clean, lovingly-edited trailer, indeed. Must watch the film on my low-end, third-generation-transfer-from-eBay VHS copy soon.

This Friday, as in tomorrow.

On the radio: 12 – 2 p.m., with Silver Tray on KDHX (www.kdhx.org), featuring what would have been last week’s set, had the albums not been left at home.

In da club: 10 p.m. – 1:30 a.m., @ the Royale, 3132 So. Kingshighway.

Also there for a Christmas night tag-team spin with the inimitable Jim Utz. Ho, ho, ho.

Have you ever been completely stopped-cold on a Tuesday night, thinking back to a 1987 “Saturday Night Live” skit? You have? Then you know my pain yesterday evening, as I checked every video-sharing site out there, the NBC home site and good-ol’ Google, with no luck, searching in vain for Bill Murray as “The Mighty Hercules,” one of the greatest five skits on the show’s long history.

Please NBC! Load this video into the SNL archives!

In the meantime, here’s the full transcript. Get some friends together and read along.

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Praise be! As noted in the comments below, it’s been found. And is as funny as remembered. Rejoice!

Having coached seven Somali soccer players this past season, this whole Somali Pirate Thing isn’t really that surprising, I gotta tell you.

To keep you up-to-date with the latest, day-to-day disappointments in life – the key, central element to any blog, I think – here are the recent developments.

A possible interview today with Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips – tied to the band’s motion picture, “Christmas on Mars” playing at the Webster U. Film Series this weekend – is not going to happen. For next week’s Silver Tray, it may. But the fact that I’ve typed this almost ensures it not happening.

And my slot DJ-ing after the Pale Divine/Nukes show at the Halo Bar has been scotched, with a live band gigging in the Halo, instead. I’ll still be at show, so I’ll see all you old heads there.

Update: To keep a running rally on the day’s wrinkles, I confess that I left the majority of my Silver Tray set at home this morning, in a neat, tidy stack. Though I live minutes from the station, my 11:52 a.m. arrival there precluded a trip home. Thankfully, there are thousands of CDs to choose from at KDHX, a point no doubt mentioned a time (or a hundred) during pledge drive. Next tiny disaster is on the way, I feel it.

A quick note in relation to the delay of this particular edition, a situation undoubtedly noted by no more (or less) than a half-dozen people. Right. So. After some time apart, I recently became reacquainted with my work ethic, which had been displaced for a series of some months. With this reunion, I was reminded that typing for money is a life’s priority and, thus, the week’s gap in this posting. With my work ethic found, I am now only on the hunt for my iPod (missing about a month) and my good sense with money (missing since birth). All this aside, onto the 13…

Radio show, International Pop Overthrow: While typing this, I’m listening to a “Murmur” special on I.P.O., based on the stone-cold-classic REM album turning 25 this year. It’s a show of such quality, that I’m stuck hovering near my desktop, the only reliable music player in the house these days. Though most shows aren’t as hyper-specialized as this excellent edition, I’m consistently impressed with the depth and breadth of host Annie Z‘s knowledge, which shouldn’t be in question, anyway, as she’s got the best job in town: RFT Music Editor. But this episode, wow. Okay, enough of my programming crush on this show. (WHOA: I’m reading a pre-recorded PSA on-air right now. Mega-meta!)

Footballer, Veded Ibisevic: The legend-in-the-making attended and played for Roosevelt High School. How great is that? I want cable and Gol TV!

Views, back porch of the home of Ann Haubrich and Art Dwyer: What a crib! What a vista! Fantastique!

Proper use of the information superhighway, Wikipedia: The Wikipedia website is very popular, especially this time of year, as students around the country desperately seek to finish term papers and semester projects. It’s also a fine site to reference when you’ve imagined – for, oh, a decade, or more – that there was a cereal called Fruity Wolf. There was not. But there was Fruit Brute. Thanks, Wikipedia!

Store, City Art Supply: Got a chance to finally ramble through this Cherokee emporium over the weekend, with Jeremy and Dana hosting an open house and the print work of Dan Zettwoch. What a great little shop. And as cool as the old Art Parts storefront was as an occasional, underground venue, it’s nicer to see the place with lights on and a total sense of purpose.

Book, “Outliers”: Ah, Malcolm. Thank you. Enjoy this interview. Or this one.

Social network site, Facebook: Though I’ve never put a single thing on the site, I’m sitting pretty at 273 friends. Of which, I’m on speaking terms with, oh, 73 of those good folks, a reasonable percentage. Complete, stalker-only antipathy = my current sociology experiment, in lieu of an ant farm.

Billiken, Osaka: On my list of St. Louis obsessions, the Billiken ranks a solid eighth, with a wintry bullet. We need one of these in Midtown. With all the junk art on the SLU campus, there’s gotta be room for the Osaka Billiken on the Frost Campus. Impressive!

Spin, Halo, Monday, December 29: Yo! I get to close the night in the Halo Bar, on the evening that Pale Divine plays a reunion show at The Pageant, with support from the Nukes. Already doing the mental inventory for the crate: Sisters of Mercy, check; Love and Rockets, check; RevCo, where’d it go? This should be something like fun.

Snack, peanuts and goji berries: Trust me, delicious. Just mix ’em up.

Number 11, open: Don’t got an 11 this month. What you know?

Pizza, The Wedge: Broke down, ate two slices and enjoyed the experience. Life’s too short to boycott good pizza.

YouTube video, “BOO BERRY MOVIE: The Petition for BOO BERRY”: Not sure, but this Ken Siwek mash-up could be genius.

There are those odd days. You wake up without any grand intentions, per se, but they turn into sorta transformative, or transitional slices of time. You have a distinct notion that the currents of your life have changed, in some small sense.

About an hour ago, I sold my drum set.

This will probably mean little to most, but I’d had this now-departed Pearl set since the late ’80s, having bought it at the old Tower Grove Music, after visiting the store multiple times and staring at the shiny, black kit. It was stored about 12-feet off the ground, high above the packed store’s on-floor inventory and it wasn’t until I bought the five-piece, fiberglass set that I actually got to slap some sticks onto the brand-new heads. I loved those drums, back then, and they served me well. A better kit than I, a hack player, deserved.

One semi-serious and several not-at-all-serious bands later, the drums became a sort of albatross. Years would pass without play. One rack tom was lost in a storage shed. Little bits began to disappear. On the kick, a rust ring began to appear. They were hauled from house-to-house, basement-to-basement, on a two-decade odyssey through Webster and South City. The most use they got was during the holiday shows of the Dave Drebes Players, when they’d be carted up the block for the DDP’s revolving set of drummers to play.

Now, they’ll sit in Typewriter Tim’s basement, there for his band- and jam-mates to use, allowing them to not haul their own kits over. Actually, they’ll sit there, sure, but they’ll also be played. Something they haven’t been in a proverbial month of Sundays.

Good for them, I wish ’em well.

The old blog with news.

The new blog with… blogging.

Adjust your settings accordingly. (Note to self…)

In a good way.

Because my thoughts cannot be contained on a mere two blogs…