“Throw down your guns, and come on out with your hands up. Or come on out, then throw down your guns, whichever way you wanna do it. Just remember the two key elements here: one, guns to be thrown down; two, come on out!”—Lt. Frank Drebin, Police Squad.
First Nielsen, now Kershner? Too much for a Monday.
First Leslie Nielsen - now Irvin Kershner? Too much for a Monday.
Don’t know who Irvin Kershner is? He’s only the guy who directed the best (by a long shot, and that’s saying something) of the Star Wars movies. I’m not even going to state which of the six movies it was, because it’s self-evident.
Watching them grow is a real joy. Even though I can’t remember what either one of them was like when they were tiny babies (too much going on), I feel really privileged to be around to see and to have a hand in how they are growing up.
The older one says the funniest and most profound, honest things.
It is utterly fascinating - and more than a little scary - to watch the younger one observe, learn, and adapt.
Through them, I can relive things which brought me joy as a child.
Through them, I can literally see that I will have an influence on this earth, long after I am gone.
Although everyone says that I shouldn’t rush it (and I know I won’t), I can’t wait to see what type of people they become. We’re growing the ones we have (not the ones we necessarily want them to be), and they will be their own people - totally unique and separate from us. I find that thrilling.
The younger one has a dimple that makes me melt when she smiles.
They are learning to be sisters. They sit together, and “read” books together. We fully expect the younger one to crawl into the older one’s bed when she graduates from the crib - which will be in the next few weeks.
The older one makes sure the younger one is okay; the younger one can’t stand to see the older one upset, and will waddle over to give her a hug when she’s crying.
When the younger one shakes her finger to ‘Hit The Road Jack’, I feel proud.
When the older one wants to make a ‘pretty picture’ for someone in her family just because, I feel proud.
They are truly the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
They are the best things I will ever be involved with during this life.
They have forced me to deal with my natural selfishness, which I inherited from my father, who never learned how to deal with his.
I love my wife with all my heart and soul. I would take a bullet for my children.
I’m told that daughters are the ones who will come wipe your ass when you start crapping on yourself in your old age (sons will call, daughters will visit and bring pie). I have two.
So I just got hot tomato soup spilled on my ass, which happened while Wifey was lunging to try to stop LilOne from hurting herself while holding a pot of hot tomato soup on her right hand, which happened because LilOne was leaning too far off her seat, which happened because BigOne had taken her milk and was holding on to the sippy cup, because who the fuck knows did I mention my ass has been scalded by hot tomato soup?
Man, those two had BETTER wipe my ass in my old age.
A Bloody Disgusting reader e-mailed the site stating that Aykroyd was on WGN Radio Chicago where he said the film is currently casting and they’re “open to finding some fresh faces.” Some of the names mentioned as “strong possibilities” are Bill Hader, Anna Faris and the previously mentioned Eliza Dushku. Bill Murray andSigourney Weaver are also going to be returning, according to Dr. Stantz himself.
Be still my heart be still my heart be still my heart IT’S THE STAY-PUFT MARSHMALLOW MAN, Y’ALL!
Is it good for the world to worship a deity that takes sides in wars and human affairs, to appeal to our fear and to our guilt — is it good for the world?
To terrify children with the image of hell … to consider women an inferior creation. Is that good for the world?
This is what I do whether I’m sick or not. (Religion) is still the main argument.
”—Hitchens’ opening remarks in the debate with Blair. He criticized religion for blocking peace in the Middle East, perpetuating poverty by subjugating women as inferior and causing numerous conflicts including the genocide in Rwanda — a country he says “is the most Christian country in the world, and one which many of the people who committed the crimes are now hiding in the pulpit.” (via kateoplis)
I’m no atheist (I don’t think - I don’t subscribe to the notion of “God” as is described by man, but whether there is or isn’t one? I can’t answer that question), but I do know that I feel pretty much *this* way about religion.
We don’t let the girls watch much TV - in fact, the only reason LilOne gets to see any is because its impossible to prevent her from seeing it when BigOne is watching.
But I admit - I love it when they crawl into our bed in the morning, and we turn on PBS, and they snuggle in between the two of us to watch an hour of Curious George, or Dinosaur Train, or Sesame Street. I like that it’s the most natural thing in the world for them to be physically close to us. I like feeling them close.
Write a candid description of yourself, stressing those personal qualities - assets and liabilities - that you feel will influence your doctoral work. Describe what you consider to be your most important professional and/or academic achievement.*
*Actual PhD application essay question.
You know what?
This is hard.
Way harder than what a Thanksgiving Eve warrants. Amma go drink somethin’.
When I got laid off from Monitor more than 2 years ago, the severance package included 3 months access to an outplacement firm. I spent a good part of those 3 months just trying to figure out what to do next - I figured if they could help me figure out what to be when I grew up, it would be a 3 months well spent.
I did a series of exercises and tests, including a detailed Myers-Briggs (ENFP, thank you) and something called a Strong Interest Inventory Test, which spelled out the occupations to which I am apparently best suited, given my personality and desires.
Here’s that Top Ten list:
Weird, huh? I mean - considering that I am doing or have done the first 7 on this list (although I am trying to move from #4 to #2, while doing #3 and playing with #1 on the side).
Maybe this is why I’m generally happy.
Well - that and those twerps I’m co-raising. And she who is also co-raising. I guess.
Reblogging because Rich has succeeded in making me remember going to the cinema with my mom and sister to see this, and how my mom almost peed her pants laughing at Kermit riding a bicycle, and how this song used to give me goosebumps before I understood what those were.
It still does.
(Trust me on this: if you are too young to appreciate The Muppet Movie, or all things Muppet, you have been deprived. Fact.)
Since I was a child, the antidote to these moods has been the soundtrack to The Muppet Movie. Even if I’m nearing the point of tears, the moment I hear the opening banjo lick to this song, I smile through them. I start bopping a little during “Movin’ Righ Along” and by the time Fozzie says “Patriotism swells in the heart of the American bear,” I feel better.
But I usually listen to this song a few times before I move on with the soundtrack. It’s not even my favorite song on the album. That would be “I’m Going to Go Back There Someday” (Gonzo is my spirit animal and as ridiculous as it is to say, I’ve never identified with any character in any medium the way I identify with him. I suppose that’s a post for another day.).
I don’t know what it is about this particular song that holds such appeal. It reminds me of so many things. I remember hearing it the first time as a child and being SO excited that I was about to see an entire movie of nothing but Muppets. I remember countless road trips accompanied by this song. I remember when I was teaching myself to play guitar in college, this was one of the first songs I wanted to learn (side note: slip this song into the mix when you’re serenading a girl in your dorm room and she’ll melt).
I’ve been listening to this song on repeat as I write this entry and it’s already making me feel better.
Despite the fact that I consider myself a pretty secure, intelligent guy, negative criticism bothers me more than I’d like.
What is it about the following phenomenon: you get 100 comments, 99 of which are positive. One is negative. You obsess about that one comment. Way more than you’d might expect or that you’re happy with.
I admit to this. It happens in class evaluations a lot. It even (especially?) happens here on Tumblr, where posts are read by others, and often reblogged to others, thus increasing the chance of negativity coming back at you.
I understand that putting thoughts out there subjects them to negative, maybe even unfair criticism. But no matter how cool you or most others think your stuff is, that one ‘you suck’ or ‘you’re insensitive’ or ‘you’re just wrong’, that one comment takes up more brainspace than is warranted.
Why is that? I mean - the sting fades, and nine times out of ten I accept and ignore such criticism/comment, especially if it’s borne from ignorance or inexperience - but why does it sting to begin with? And why can’t I summarily dismiss it out of hand and focus on the 99 positive points?
Which I will always come back to…I just think it’s interesting that I - and I’d guess, many people - spend even a moment’s thought on the one.
I can’t stand the term. As I understand it (and if I’m wrong, I’m sure someone will cure me of my ignorance right quick), it’s an attempt to either sum up all of the holidays that occur at this time of year, and/or political correctness run amok. One is English-language-laziness, the other is silly. Either way, it’s bullshit.
Look, I’m not a religious guy. The Catholics tried for decades to ensnare me, and although it took me way longer than I’d like to admit, I was able to negate their brainwashing with common sense. I don’t subscribe to the notion of a Big Daddy In The Sky that likes to play dice with his creations - or that his offspring picked December 25th to come hang out with us mortals.
But I like Christmas. I like the attitude that pervades. I have good childhood memories of Christmas. Christmas in Trinidad is second in terms of revelry, good times and overall excellent vibes only to Carnival - and that’s saying something about a people who know how to have a good time. A Trinidadian Christmas is, actually, pretty damn awesome. Some Christmas music, if done well, is pretty inspiring. It’s generally a fun time. Although I eschew the rampant ohmigawd-I-must-BUY-something-to-prove-my-love/like/passing interest, I like giving presents. And getting them. I love the look on my daughters’ faces when they’re ripping into presents. I like the food, and the drink, and the general sense of revelry. I like the family get-togethers. Which tend to have food, and drink, and revelry - at least, where I come from. I don’t go for the incessant music, nor do I like Christmas shopping in any way, shape or form, but I like the food, drink, and revelry bits.
So why would anyone want to negate my wishing them a Merry Christmas with the bland, mean-nothing ‘Happy Holidays’? Christmas means something to me - to my history, to my childhood, to me. I think it’s cool. I’d love for you to have a good one - even if you don’t celebrate it. If you don’t, that’s cool too - but I’m not sure why I shouldn’t hope you have a good day nonetheless. Am I so offending you by hoping you have a good day?
I don’t celebrate Hanukkah - don’t know the first thing about it - but I’d love it if someone said to me ‘hey, I hope you have a good Hanukkah’. I wouldn’t think they’re stepping on my religious (or non-religious) freedom by wishing me a ‘happy hanukkah, dude!’ Same thing with Kwanzaa. Don’t know about it, not really interested*. I’d just think that they want me to have a good day, because that day means something to them. Why would I want to take that away from them with the means-nothing-to-anyone ‘happy holidays’?
So if I wish you a Merry Christmas in the coming weeks? Please don’t take it as an affront to your religion, or lack of same. I am not trampling on your sovereign right to be who you want to be. I hope you just accept it as a well-wishing, one that means something to me - and one that I hope translates into good times for you.
*That’s right - not all black people celebrate Kwanzaa.
The Maddow Blog: A new U.N. resolution [which] condemns the arbitrary execution of whole classes of humanity, from street kids to indigenous groups, was to have included sexual minorities, but a bunch of nations balked at protection for LGBTs. The U.N. General Assembly then approved an amendment that removed them from the list. The vote was 79-70. Here’s the list of countries that want to reserve the right to kill the gay:
Afghanistan, Algeria, Angola, Azerbaijan, Bahamas, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Belize, Benin, Botswana, Brunei Dar-Sala, Burkina Faso, Burundi, Cameroon, China, Comoros, Congo, Cote d’Ivoire, Cuba, Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, Democratic Republic of Congo, Djibouti, Egypt, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Ghana, Grenada, Guyana, Haiti, Indonesia, Iran, Iraq, Jamaica, Jordan, Kazakhstan, Kenya, Kuwait, Lebanon, Lesotho, Liberia, Libya, Madagascar, Malawi, Malaysia, Maldives, Mali, Morocco, Mozambique, Myanmar, Namibia, Niger, Nigeria, Oman, Pakistan, Qatar, Russian Federation, Rwanda, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Saint Lucia, Saint Vincent and Grenadines, Saudi Arabia, Senegal, Sierra Leone, Somalia, South Africa, Sudan, Suriname, Swaziland, Syrian Arab Republic, Tajikistan, Tunisia, Uganda, United Arab Emirates, United Republic of Tanzania, Uzbekistan, Viet Nam, Yemen, Zambia, Zimbabwe
We have the local Fox affiliate on in the morning, because it’s the only station that does local stuff after 7am. On today’s show, the anchors (who drop their opinions as if they were facts way more often than I’m comfortable with, but whatever) were talking about the new TSA measures, and were tsk-tsking about the planned Opt Out protests.
I think they - and most of the people in this country - have completely missed the point. I really do. The premise that the new measures will “make us safer” is just flawed. The measures being taken now are just unnecessary - and it really does trouble me to see that most people have no problem with being irradiated by a machine which some doctors have stated is unsafe, or with being groped. That’s groped, people. As in, felt up. With no recourse whatsoever. We’re just supposed to bend over and take it, for the sake of “security”.
That children - my children - will have to go through this when they fly (and fly they must - neither of them can row a boat to Trinidad) incenses me. It should incense everyone.
But the fact that it doesn’t? And that most people think it’s necessary to prevent terror attacks? Proves that the terrorists have done exactly what they set out to do on September 11th, 2001 - make an entire nation feel afraid so that they change their very nature.
Why do Americans feel that they are entitled to cheap gas?
I’m watching a news story about how gas prices have been inching up. The pervasive attitude among both the reporters and the reported is that it’s such a horrible thing for gas prices to go up right before the biggest travel time of the year.
Sounds like pretty simple supply and demand to me. As a former pricing consultant, I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often.
But more than that - I’ve never understood the notion that cheap gas is a given; nor do I understand the attitude of indignation when gas prices go up. As if cheap gas is a right that’s being taken away.
Makes no sense to me.
Oh, and if you drive a huge SUV or a truck as big as my house, and then bitch about the price of gas? Don’t even.
So my backup external hard drive has shat the bed - damn thing won’t work. Looks like I will in fact be paying a visit to Best Buy this week - something I was going to avoid like the plague.
Good thing I periodically backed up my backup with my old backup drive. (Yeah - I’m paranoid, with good reason. Only takes one drive failure to make you respect the peace of mind of backups to backups!) It’s a damn hassle to do ANOTHER backup of my shit - takes a LONG time.
Now…if only idrvfast would steer me in the direction of a good model - cos clearly SimpleTech can bite my ass.
“Trinis are also the only people I know who sing about rum, as if alcoholism is no biggie. I pulled up a video of Ravi B singing “Rum is meh lover”, and he said rum kill his mother, his father, his brother, his sister, and his whole family, but he doh care, “he drinking today and forever”. Anyone watching us would think we’re all a pack of drunkards. And even though Uncle Johnnie is a serious competitor, he just doesn’t have the same sort of hold on us. We know he’s expensive, but rum? Raising the price of rum is like raising the price of flour, sugar, milk and salt. It’s a vital supply.”—
"8 Ways To Spot A Trini From A Mile Away", by Anthony LaBorde.
The other 7 things are worth reading about as well - especially ‘Soup Must Have Dumplings’ and ‘Have Shares In KFC’ - because back in the day, KFC in Trinidad was seriously good. Read, and be edjumacated about anudda kulchur.
I feel a bit off today. Don’t know why. Maybe it’s the juggling of time zones in my body - mind says ‘east coast’ and wakes me up at 7:30 home time; body says ‘west coast’ and needs to be in front of a class at 1:00 here time. It’s disconcerting.
Or maybe I just miss my girls.
I hung out with Adrien and Mike and Jen and Sam (no link - he’s a baby) yesterday. Much fun and good conversation was had by all. They are as cool as they seem on Tumblr.
Perry’s in the Hotel Griffon does breakfast well.
The more I think about traveling, the more the new TSA procedures piss me off. I just think they are over the top and unnecessary - not to mention potentially dangerous. I mean - my choice is irradiation or being groped? And people think this is acceptable? I do not. But not flying is not an option for me. I hope someone has the good sense to bring good sense to the whole thing. It’s just plain stupid.
Who exactly is responsible for what airports do? Where does that buck stop, exactly? is it Napolitano? We need to get on her ass.
I leave here tonight on a 12:20am (here time) flight, and I connect through Dallas. Got upgraded for the Dallas/Boston leg. Still not looking forward to being up all night in airports/on planes.