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An exploration of every facet of Weird Al Yankovic's life, from his meteoric rise to fame with his parody songs to his torrid celebrity love affairs and famously depraved lifestyle.

→ Absurd, wholesome sarcasm. The thing that made Weird Al Yankovic so wildly popular in his heyday.

→ Parodies, spoofs. Airplane!, Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story, etc. I shouldn’t need to explain this one for a fictional biopic about Weird Al’s rise to fame.

→ Biopics that genuinely represent the subject. I’m not sure there’s a biopic that captures the spirit of a performer better than Weird: The Al Yankovic Story. This is ironic, given the narrative is so hilariously untethered to the actual truth, which is, at the end of the day, sort of the whole point.

You don’t realize you’re living in a golden age until it’s passed. And for the first time in a while, you taste from-scratch pasta or hear The Beatles or see Carrie, and you are again reminded of the glory days. You smugly think to yourself, they don’t do it like they used to anymore.

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story will remind you of the golden age of parody. A time when kids and grownups alike were laughing and bellowing out lyrics to My Bologna to the tune of My Sharona, or Like a Surgeon instead of Like a Virgin. For much of this era, we have Weird Al to thank, because he’s one of several artists who proved the commercial viability of such works.

His film, which Yankovic co-wrote with director Eric Appel, resembles a kind of career capstone for the performer. It’s a playfully sarcastic, off-the-rails parody that sweetly cares more about making you laugh than almost anything else. The best part, in your author’s opinion, is the film’s clear-eyed portrayal of Yankovic’s spirit, made possible because the filmmakers deftly recognized that articulating who the artist truly is required straying hysterically far from the actual truth, effectively turning the film into a meta-parody of Yankovic’s career.

It’s all very, very funny.

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GUEST BOOK

Tell us about your stay at our beautiful beachhouse, 
The Seabliss Lagoon, Outerbanks NC
The Bimpleton Family

Guest Names: Kyle and Jana Brickston
Dates: 06/22/2025
Tell us about your trip: Thank you so much for the pad this week. Jana and I had an incredible time. Your home is stunning, and everything was perfect. Friendly note: the stairs make an awful creaking sound every morning around the same time. The house might be settling? Didn’t bother us too much, but you might want to get them fixed up. Loud enough that we thought someone was falling down them a few times. Thanks again!

Guest Names: Jime Santos and Family
Dates: 06/29/2025
Tell us about your trip: Hola Bimpletons! My family and I enjoyed our stay at the Lagoon. We appreciate your generosity, hospitality, and all the seahorse decorations around the house (my niece, in particular, was OBSESSED with the one in the basement by the pool table). We’ll be back again soon, no question about it. Adios mis amigos!

Guest Names: The Sanger Family
Dates: 07/06/2025
Tell us about your trip: You have an absolutely lovely home. Thank you for being such a gracious host! I appreciate all the help so much, and even the little things like your welcome text go such a long way. This has been such a memorable family vacation that I don’t even know where to begin.

We were here with our extended family for a reunion and it was a trip to remember, in no small part because of where we stayed (Seabliss is truly blissful!).

Your decor is so nautical, and we may have appreciated the seahorses even more than the Santos family! Especially Uncle Bob. He was so enamored by the seahorse at the top of the stairs. He said the scales reminded him of his honeymoon in Fiji with Aunt Gracy, and I think I even saw a tear in his eye. Uncle Bob isn’t very sentimental, so seeing this side of him was truly vacation magic.

He was so taken by the seahorse that he couldn’t take his eyes off it. And you know how they say don’t text and drive? Well, he wasn’t looking and then lost his footing on the first stair down. Ended up taking a tumble all the way to the first landing. So, we took a trip (no pun intended!) to the hospital. It’s not your fault (don’t worry, we’re not litigious, haha!), but maybe you should move the seahorse to a different spot. 

We drove Bob to the hospital and passed by Pirate Island Mini-Golf and I felt like I’d been there before. The giant pirate with the gold tooth and his eyeball visible only on the other end of his telescope looked so familiar, like some of the places I used to go as a kid. I just love it here so much!

Anyways, we got to the hospital and ordered carryout pizza from that place you suggested in the welcome guide, which happened to be right around the corner. The pizza was so marvelous it felt like I was back in New York. The crust was perfectly crunchy and dusted with cornmeal and it had just the right blend of cheese and sauce. Uncle Bob always said, get a plain slice if you want to know how good a pizza really is; this way there’s no toppings for the crust or the sauce or the cheese to hide behind. I could tell they make their sauce with the right kind of tomatoes. Just as I was polishing off the last bit of crust, the doctor came in and told Uncle Bob he only had a small fracture. The whole family cheered and we rode off into the sunset (literally, OBX is SO SO beautiful), Uncle Bob with a new boot to show for his fall. We finished the night with a family favorite movie: Groundhog Day!

After a great night’s sleep, we headed to that secret beach you mentioned. The one with the wild horses! My daughter literally freaked out. She’s always wanted to see wild horses. We got so close that she even managed to pet a few of them. You should have seen her face. Like she ascended to heaven right then and there. The only horse she’d pet before this was her lovey. She’s been sleeping with that glittery stuffed animal horse since she was a baby. Right before bed, she used to rest her head right against her stuffy’s snout and say, “I love you little horsey!”

We were so fortunate to have had that experience, because right afterwards, we learned my daughter is highly allergic to horse hair. She broke out in quite a severe rash. Red bumps up and down her arms and legs until you could barely make out who she even was. Thanks to Uncle Bob, we knew just where the hospital was, so we took a short ride and they brought the rash down with a Benadryl IV. The doctor even joked we were starting to become regulars! The people are so nice here. Even with the allergic reaction, by the way, my daughter is STILL talking about how special it was to be so close to the wild horses. It was a day to remember.

A few days later, a raging thunderstorm woke most of us up in the middle of the night. One of those angry beach storms that arrives with a vengeance and leaves without warning. When the storm finally broke at 4:30am, we were all pretty much awake, and so the whole family got together on the back porch to watch the sunrise.

You weren’t kidding in the ads. This has to be the best view of the sunrise anywhere in the OBX. We had coffee and pastries and sat together quietly. I’ll tell you, this was the closest my family has ever felt. For once, no one was fighting or texting or working or whining. We were one: thinking and breathing and existing in complete peace, together.

The problem was, we were so taken away with the sunrise that we didn’t notice Grandpa Joe was choking on his pastry. He’s been dealing with declining health for a while now, and he’s having a tough time swallowing his food more recently. We brought a couple of strong kids with us, though, and my nephew Blair started with the Heimlich maneuver as soon as we’d realized what was happening. He stood behind Grandpa and with clenched fists white as sugar pumped them below his rib cage. He worked on Grandpa for about two minutes until Dave jumped in. Every time Dave thrusted, Grandpa lifted off the ground like his feet were little pogo sticks. Grandma was crying and a few of us figured this was it: Grandpa was dead. But then, my big hero (okay, so what if I’m biased — he’s my husband!) Randall stepped in. With one pump, the pesky little pastry bite shot right out of his mouth like there was gunpowder behind it and he was breathing easy again.

We laughed for a moment, but didn’t have much time to celebrate because the pastry bite projectile had quite a bit of oomph in it when it made contact with Aunt Gracy (Bob’s wife), who fell from the top deck on impact. We’re so lucky your house has all these amenities, because the pool broke her fall completely. Well, she did break her leg on the bottom surface of the pool, but this gave the paramedics something to do, since they’d originally arrived expecting to transport Grandpa to the hospital to clear his throat of blockages.

Before we knew it, we were on the last day of the trip. It was time to go home, but none of us wanted to leave. Time flies, as they say! I was packing our things up while my kids and husband were playing in the pool one last time. I noticed his phone was buzzing, so I picked it up. The man just never stops working! Or so I thought, before I read the text message. The number was saved as LUCY LAWLESS. This was such a hysterical mix-up, I had to tell you about it. Here’s what it said:

Daddy. I need my favorite watcher back. Nobody watches the way you do. You’re the only one I want sitting in the chair across from us, from now on. Seeing the fire in your eyes as William brings me to the edge over and over again (one day, he’ll let me cum, haha!): it’s one of my life’s greatest treasures. Nice touch last time, bringing that balloon on a string. You know how I love balloons in the bedroom ;). Next time, I’ll ask William to finally do that thing you’ve been asking for with the swing and the Starbucks outfit and play dough. Are you sure you’re ready for it?

What the heck?! I put the phone down and broke down. How could he do this to me? Randall must have heard the commotion while he was drying off and so he came upstairs. When he asked me what happened, I told him everything. He said it must have been the wrong number, and acknowledged how terrible it must have felt for me. He was always so comforting.

I felt so supported, the way I imagine a child feels the first time their mother holds them. I was a little tiny baby in the arms of a giant protector. I ripped his clothes off right then and there and we had the best sex we’ve had in years. I haven’t been this attracted to him in quite some time. His body was glowing like some kind of deep sea creature in those nature documentaries I often watch when Randall’s home late from work. I could tell I looked perfect on top. Randall’s always said I have the best tits in New York (I agree, honey, haha!).

Over the headboard of my bed in front of me was a stunning iridescent sea horse that glimmered and shined and I felt for a moment as if I was surrounded by angels on Earth, and then I came harder than I had in years. Then, from right over my shoulder, I heard my daughter saying what she used to say: “I love you little horsey!”— and then I immediately woke up next to Randall. But I didn’t recall falling asleep, and something felt…off.

My phone started buzzing and I had a text from you, asking me if I found the place okay. The welcome text, again? I thought it was strange to ask the same question on the last day of my stay, and that’s when it hit me. I checked the date on my phone: it was July 6, 2025. The first day of the trip. 

I lived through the entire trip again and again, and all of the same things happened until I woke up back at the start. Uncle Bob’s fall. My daughter’s allergy. Grandpa’s choking fit. Aunt Gracy’s high dive. Randall’s text. We make love. I cum looking right at the seahorse. My daughter says “I love you horsey!” and here I am. 

Over the years (yes, years!) I've adjusted little things about the vacation to make things go more smoothly. Once, I moved the seahorse to a different spot (the one that caused Uncle Bob to trip down the stairs). And it worked! I saved him from the fall. Instead of going to the hospital, we played mini-golf at Pirate Island. But every time I change something, a terrible alternative unfolds. Like, Uncle Bob slips on a golf ball and ends up swallowing the business end of his golf club. A few times, someone ends up dead, but they always come back at the beginning of the week. A death always puts a damper on the vacation, I do my best to avoid them when I can.

There’s really just about nowhere else I’d rather get stuck in a time loop, though, so I just wanted to write this and deliver a full-hearted thank you for your hospitality. If you ever figure a way to get me out of here, please do let me know! But, full transparency, I might book another week!

Guest Names: Bill and Angie Houston
Dates: 07/13/2025
Tell us about your trip: I was going to write about our stay, but holy shit. Has anyone checked on the Sangers?

Guest Names: Ardarius Thomas and Friends
Dates: 07/20/2025
Tell us about your trip: This house was built on a Native American burial ground, right?

Guest Names: 张伟和朋友们
Dates: 2025年07月27日
Tell us about your trip: 桑格斯他妈的到底发生了什么?!

Guest Names: Lucie and Maureen Jackson
Dates: 08/10/2025
Tell us about your trip: OMG Randall is a certified FREAK.

Guest Names: Juno and Thomas Blinkston
Dates: 08/03/2025
Tell us about your trip: Can someone explain to Mrs. Sanger what guest books are supposed to be for?

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