Sunday, September 30, 2012
I used to listen to Ken Nordine records as a kid. My dad had copies of Word Jazz, Son of Word Jazz, and Next. My sister and I listened to these records and made up our own images to go with them.
Maybe that harkens back to an age when people used to listen.
The stories were frightening in a Twilight Zone way. I find myself telling stories in the same cadence, trying to use my voice as effectively as possible.
Sometimes they were funny critiques of modern life. I'm sure this one is very dated, but the cry of "It's not worth it!" was an in-joke in my family for a long time.
Sometimes, they were just shaggy dog stories.
Some, shaggier than others.
BTW, a recipe for Welsh Rabbit. This reminds me of a poem:
The noble Welsh of High degree
Have one peculiar habit.
They cover toast with melted cheese
And call the thing a rabbit.
This is the worst thing you can listen to in high-school. You are not that deep.
You're getting better. You are. They're the ones that are getting worse.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Due to recent events, I'm thinking of the correct way to say good-bye. Yes, it's morbid, and I should keep it for October and the Halloween countdown. Sadly, I've not been given that kind of time. Very few of us have that kind of time.
I leave it up to you to put together a better video for this track. There's a lot of songs about death, but there aren't enough about living. Maybe the reminder that we're mortal might change things.
Don't be sad. It happens to everyone. Just make sure you lived first.
And you just haven't lived until you've heard a room full of people singing a Peggy Lee song. I'm telling you: shut your eyes, throw back your head, and scream to the heavens.
Make sure you have a few drinks in you first. I assure you: it's much easier. Sing like no one is listening. They aren't. They're listening to their own pain.
I promise, this is the last time I'll mention this.
EDIT: My dad died last Thursday. I am fine.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Friday, September 07, 2012
This is the closest I want to get to a political post on the site.
I say this, having just wrapped up the latest in two political conventions (I watch them both--a tradition for a reporter's daughter). Someone on Twitter said that nominee X was "Ned Beatty's speech made flesh," and it got me thinking about this very relevant and prescient film.
"Network", in case you're one of the few who hasn't seen it, is about a news announcer who loses it. Because he connects so well with the American people (who are also losing it), he gets his own show. Note the loving shots of Bandar bin Sultan in that clip. He's also known as "Bandar Bush". I've seen interviews with him and he's a very clever man and I respect him.
Robert Duval is really great in this. He's playing half-way between Boo Radley and THX-1138.
The most facinating thing about "Network" is it's about a medium of communication, yet no one in the film communicates with anyone else. There's very little dialog. It's one long series of monologs.
And artfully written, they are. Beatrice Straight won an Oscar for this one.
Gods, the hurt. She makes me feel it and I cry.
Meanwhile, Howard Beale rants on and rants true. Try to remember when this was written.
We were warned.
The human drama soldiers on. These aren't people talking to each other; they're talking at each other.
When we hit our inevitable (and unenviable) end, it's no less a surprise the first time than the last. So it goes. Be quiet. Don't make waves. Keep the status quo going.
Now, Tea Party or Occupy, say it with me, in your best German accent:
I vas onlee paying ze moooortgage.....
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Sometime before 11pm we had the first contest of the night...
Sorry about the unfocused shaky cam. It's a new video camera and I guess I need to invest in a tripod. Or home build a steady cam rig.
Monday, September 03, 2012
Because "two-thousand and twelve" sounds kind dumb to me. I mean, World War One didn't start in nineteen-hundred-fourteen. I mean, it did, but "nineteen-fourteen" is just easier to say and we need to get a naming convention down as soon as possible.
Also, five in the A.M. might not be the best time to post something, but I'm going to do it.
AnimeFest this year is where A-Kon was this year, so everyone's moving up! I'd not really thought about it before, but--for the most part--they are totally different groups. Seeing both cons in the same setting really drove that home.
The excitement of a new hotel might be better summed up over on Twitter.
Also, the new badges are HUGE and included a bar code, your real name, a QR code, and an RFID. The dealer's room security had pads that would scan the RFID, which caused a little bit of a bottleneck. As Kris over at White Lightning Productions called it, "a solution in search of a problem."
Saturday night was amusing due to a Michigan\Alabama football game, with many of the fans staying at the Sheraton. Both sides were commiserating\celebrating with room parties. If you wanted in on that, you were going to have to deal with a lot of football talk. At least, that's how it was reported to me by A\Very.
Because it's a smaller con than A-Kon, there were no massive lines to get to elevators and, unlike how things were at the Hyatt, no one was checking for room-keys or wrist-bands to use those elevators. I'm sure, in time, that will change.
One thing I found wonderful was the rave was being held on the second floor instead of next to us. We didn't have to fight with extra noise the way we usually do with A-Kon. I don't know what the set-up will be at the Anatole next year, so we'll see.
Our room, Panel Room 6, was about the same square-footage as the A-Kon show, but longer. This meant I really had to pull back to hit the back row with candy. I'd considered taping some candy under the seats on the back and pulling an Oprah, but I forgot the tape and we didn't have the time.
We had a loooong table and plenty of mics, so there was enough room for Kris, myself, Danno, Bruce, Katie, and A\Very. Looking back on it*, we should have moved our chairs around to face the screen.
First contest was the Camay Walk and I threw out some bars of soap. I know I should have thrown some Camay, and I will next time, but I'd just inherited a hoard of Grandpa's Pine Tar, so that's what got thrown. Use it in health, kids. That stuff is very good for your skin.
Second contest was a new one that Katie developed about 'shipping. I do like that our winners were Link and Barf and I wish them many happy adventures in the future.
Third was the Hard-Gay pose-off and I'm pretty sure that's the one that will hit the Yube first.
Finally, we did a "Big Jack Attack" and asked the kids to imitate Jack Rebney (language!). Our winner on this was none other than Greggo, to such a point it was hardly a contest. We love you, Greggo.
For those who stayed till the end, we promised you a link to the "Cautious Twins" comic. Here it is.
Now, the sad news. It looks like Sushi World either changed their hours or are in the process of shutting down. I had tried calling them earlier in the week to warn them we were coming, but the phone was never answered. Their domain is up for sale. We wound up at the stupid Denny's during bar-rush.
Luckily, we made no plans there. Nothing planned in a Denny's goes well. I speak from MUCH experience on this front.
*It's very hard to look back on things right now, as my neck hurts.