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Monthly Archives: December 2008
Although I didn’t like it on my first viewing, the second (and the third, and the fourth) viewings (along with the cajoling of friends) has convinced me that The Dark Knight deserves some Oscars. Best Picture? I doubt it. If Aliens couldn’t get the nomination in 1986 (although Sigourney Weaver was nominated for Best Actress), I doubt The Dark Knight will snag it this year. Heath Ledger deserves Best Supporting Actor, nomination and Win. And who in the world saw that performance coming out of him?! Not me. As far as Christian Bale, he’s perfect as Batman / Bruce Wayne…too good. The character is complex in spots, but it’s required for Batman to growl lines…and it may not come off as realistic for all audience members. It’s realistic to the role of Batman, which doesn’t exist in the real world…whatever, I’m rambling once again. I’ll just let the Oscar voters decide.
Anyhow, I hope TDK wins big this coming year.
Many a year ago, in High School, my classmates and I were tasked with memorizing the U.S. presidents from George Washington to Ulysses S. Grant. Some friends and I came up with a mnemonic for this, and lately I’ve been wanting to create a mnemonic for the remaining presidents, to upcoming #44. So far, I haven’t bothered to do much with this, but since I needed a topic for today’s post, I figured this would give me an opportunity.
First, here’s the first grouping: Waj M Maj (we couldn’t come up with much for the first 7 presidents, so say it like “Way-Jay! Mmmm…May-Jay!”), then Very Heavy Teaching People Teach Fairly Poor Behavior, Like Jolly Grant!
This translates to (let’s see if I can do this without looking):
John Quincy Adams
Martin Van Buren
Benjamin HarrisonWilliam Henry Harrison Zachary TaylorJohn Tyler
James K. Polk
John TylerZachary Taylor
Okay…so 3 wrong out of 18. 83% could be a C or D, depending on the teacher. Not great, but since I haven’t thought about the mnemonic in a few years, not horrible. If I was taking the test again, I would have to look up the corellating presidents.
Now for the rest:
Rutherford B. Hayes
James A. Garfield
Chester A. Arthur
Grover Cleveland (the sequel)
William Howard Taft
William G. Harding
Franklin D. Roosevelt
Harry S. Truman
Dwight D. Eisenhauer
John F. Kennedy
Lyndon B. Johnson
George H. W. Bush
George W. Bush
So…before I begin, why do any of the presidents (besides the Bush’s and the Adams’s) even use their middle initial? Have you ever heard of any other famous person named Chester Arthur?
Now, here’s the last initials list: HGACHCMRHWHCHRTEKJNFCRBCBO
Top of my head: Have Gravy And Corn Hash ‘Cause Mary Really Hates When Harry Chews Hair. Remember To Eat Krispy. John Never Forgets Cake. Really, Bait Could Be Orange.
Pretty bad, but all of the best menmonic devices are awful. That’s what makes them memorable. Send me a better one, all 3 of you who regularly check this out. Have a great day.
…I don’t know if there’s much I can do to describe this one. It’s probably the only time outside of church that I’ve watched Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus from start to finish.
This is the opening scene from one of my favorite Christmas movies, Scrooged.
….Merry Christmas. And kudos if you made it to the end without stopping! I swiped this video from an atypical posting on my good friend Jason Heath’s Double Bass Blog. Tis the season for sharing (the blame).
Just what I needed.
…I want to comment, but just watch the trailer. It’s rather well done. Watch to the very end.
I was (and am) a fan of Gilmore Girls. Despite the chick-flick aspects of it, it was one of the most well written and best cast TV shows in history.
This is from the series finale, where Rory gets an opportunity to be on the Obama campaign, about a year before he won the democratic nomination for president. Pretty cool crystal ball scrying on the writers’ part.
Watch and enjoy.
I’ve been a visitor to BoingBoing.net for almost three years now (I think). The site’s co-editor, Cory Doctorow, recently got married and published a book. This is an interesting video he did to bring all of us up to date. I ordered his book, but since I have a queue of 5 books ahead of his, I probably won’t get a chance to read it until mid-to-late January. It sounds fascinating, and I look forward to it.
At least you can hear them coming.
I bet you didn’t know, but I have a Kraznoy notebook with blog post ideas. Actually, I have several notebooks, and very frequently, ideas get lost due to disorganization. I have 3 stories from the Office Retail store that almost went to the rubbish bin instead of being told about here. Maybe it would have been the best, but you’ve gotten this far K-fan, so let’s go a little further. However, since it’s been almost 2 years since I left there, I’m a little hazy. I’ll do my best.
1. There was this old gay couple who used to come into the store pretty often. One slow day they came in, being the only ones in my line. That day I found out that one of the men was diabetic, for his blood sugar was very low. He was trying to pay for his goods, and was having a really, really tough time paying. He proceeds to pull out a card…wait about 10 seconds, then put the card back. Then he grabs a second card, and does the same thing. This goes on for several minutes. I’m trying to be as polite and helpful as possible, but I can’t get the dude to pay any quicker, and his beau isn’t helping either. He’s just standing there, as helpless as I am, although he has the authority and the ability to move along what must be a bit of a torturous moment for the diabetic gentleman. Eventually, the beau decides to buy a Snickers to try to get some surgar into his system. In the process of tearing off pieces of Snickers and feeding them to his pal, creamy caramel and nougat are dripping across my scanner gun, credit card reader, and all over my counter. Eventually, it did the trick, and we finally got a credit card scanned and they hit the road. I also eventually found some cleaner right before we got a mad rush of customers.
2. One of the squirreliest customers we ever had was the spitting image of the fat-ass clown from the Sublime album cover…or maybe he was on the insert. This guy had a bald dome (or top of his head) and an extreme-bozo, meaning the hair on the sides was long and unruly. He was overweight, unshaven half the time, and just a general schlub. He was always trying to return stuff for full price after he’d already sent in a rebate for the item, or using items then trying to return them, and so on. Just a waste of space…and frankly a waste of memory. Why do I remember this guy?!
3. And another wasted memory: Joanie, the Crazy ’88 Gal. Have you ever met those people that are perpetually stuck in an era? There’s old college friends of mine who will always be stuck in the same year I met them, grunge-era 1996. Joanie goes further as to be stuck in 1988, the year Working Girl came out. She is all about the power suit with the shoulder pads, the over-styled hair, tanning beds that turned her skin to leather…in fact, she looked a lot like Rod Stewart in drag.
And what’s funny is she was just as repulsive as the Bozo Nightmare listed above. She was always trying to return stuff that she’d already sent a rebate for, or used, or whatever. When I was tired of either one of them, I’d imagine them on a date with one another, or more. The sickness of sheer boredom at the register is often a bad thing.
As Ali S. said at Neatorama, this is an expensive setup. Every one of these cost over $100, but how cool!
This song makes me YEARN to play this game. It’s been out for well over a year now, but my lack of expendable funds is holding me back, and will likely continue to do so until I score some radio gig, or finish my degree and score a better paying job.
This song, and the credits…they just have such a sense of humor. The orange colored DOS-style credits put me back onto an old Apple IIe. It’s almost as if I’ll be playing Choplifter any minute. I’ve never even played Portal, yet I’ve watched this video probably 30 times.
…okay, maybe you won’t get anything out of this, and maybe the ‘joke’ will miss your demographic entirely. The computerized singing voice is pulled directly from the game, and without that context, perhaps you just don’t care. And this thought has tugged at me, making me resist posting it on Kraznoy for at least a couple months. …anyhow, enough talking.
I needed a picture for today’s post, so I grabbed an old favorite of mine, the Mountain Dew Christmas Tree. Since I wanted a story to go along with the photo, I remembered the history of Dew, and how it’s mutated from a hick-soda to the “EXTREEEEEEME!” pop it is today. Below is an excerpt from this green, wonderful drink’s story:
A Brief History of All Things Dew
1940’s Two brothers, Ally and Barney Hartman, were bottling a lithiated-lemon (“7-up” flavor) drink as a personal mixer for hard-liquor. They jokingly called the drink “Mountain Dew” after Tennessee Mountain Moonshine.
1948 The Hartman Brothers filed for and received a trademark on the now famous label – a professional redraw of the 1946 paper label. The flavor was still the 7-up type flavor originated by them in the 1940’s
The full history can be found here:
Oh, one more thing. Here’s my favorite Dew commercial ever, which briefly made the Velvet Fog himself, Mel Torme, look “current”.
I was perusing the archives of a couple popular blogs recently, and found this on Neatorama from 12/31/2007. This is “Dinner For One”, which is as much of a New Year’s tradition in Great Britain and Germany, as “It’s A Wonderful Life” is for Christmas here in the states. In a nutshell, this is a story of a woman who, having outlived all of her friends, has the butler act out their roles in their absences. As each toast commences, the butler gets more and more…toasted. It’s a lot of fun to watch, and it’s just 10 minutes.
I found this here, and it actually had me going for the duration of the tale: http://www.biblebelievers.com/The_Stranger.html.
“A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.
As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bill, five years my senior, was my example. Fran, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play ‘big brother’ and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors– Mom taught me to love the word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it.
But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening.
If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it all. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I: would often laugh or cry as I watched.
He was Iike a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bill and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars. My brother and I were deeply impressed by John Wayne in particular.
The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn’t seem to mind-but sometimes Mom would quietly get up– while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places– go to her room, read her Bible and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.
You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house– not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in his home – not even for cooking. But the stranger felt 1ike we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often.
He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes sugestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were influenced by the stranger,
As I look back, I believe it was the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.
More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive. He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents’ den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name? We always just called him TV.”
-Told by Keith Currie
Tis that season again. Christmas is just a week away, so you better catch up on all those Christmas specials out there. And when #100 is the Sonic the Hedgehog special, you know you’re in for a treat.