5 months

I hit five months of blogging today, and here’s my second potpourri of the week. So it goes.

Forbidden fruit

I thought it was me. Occasionally, I’ve gone to a Blogger site and get some sort of message suggesting that the site is forbidden. But apparently, that’s a more universal problem, based on Ian’s comments of September 27. (He doesn’t seem very happy about it.) So, if you get a FORBIDDEN message coming to THIS site, try, try again, please.

The death of comics

There have been some conversation on some sites about the mid-1990s comic book crash. I suggested that while the end may have come later, the beginning of the end commenced with The Death of Superman. And judging by this week’s shipment, as described by Mike on September 29, I fear the end may be near again. Too much product at once will hurt a number of comic stores, I’ll wager, when a bunch of it sits on the racks.
I’m finding more stuff to give away to one person in my contest, including a stack of comics, unread, the last batch I bought in 1992. Just pick three or more of the best songs from all the Mixed CD candidates. Or give me a good meme.

“Ever seen a grown man naked?” -Pilot (Peter Graves) to kid in the movie AIRPLANE

First, Dorian frets about seeing a naked man.

Then, in response to my teasing him about HIS use of naked men, Fred strikes back (September 29), by putting up pictures of naked women. Actualy, ONE naked woman in three poses.

Crime and punishment

Two stores worth reading in this week’s Metroland:
“Four antiwar demonstrators beat rare federal conspiracy charges they say were brought to chill dissent” but still have their legal problems. The St. Pat 4 tried a SECOND time in my hometown of Binghamton, NY.
Also read in Rapp on This about the Authors Guild suing Google, and why it’s a dumb idea.

And re: crime: two references to O.J. Simpson on the same day? (September 28)

Yup. Mark Evanier (9:14 pm) and Polite Scott

Doctor, doctor

And speaking of the latter, I’ve been really interested in Scott’s dissection of medical procedures in comic books and on the TV medical drama House. I don’t even watch House, and it’s still intriguing and informative.

Remember that the Traveling Wilburys had a Vol. 1, then a Vol. 3

I’m pleased, or at least relieved, to note that Tom the Dog is as mystified by the gap between Episodes 1 and 2 of the new season of Arested Development as I was. Was the “previously” segment a joke, or did they ax the second episode in favor of the third so they could get Charlize Theron and Dave Thomas on sooner?
There’s an article in the Sept. 20 WSJ, p. B-1, that starts:

FROM ELVIS PRESLEY to Kurt Cobain, battles over a rock star’s legacy often generate years of rancor and legal wrangling as surviving bandmates, family members and others pick through recording archives trying to decide how best to represent the fallen icon.
Not so for Bob Dylan. With a torrent of new projects focusing on his most-revered period, from 1961 to 1966, the singer is pre-empting the posthumous image-massaging that has confronted many rock estates by dealing with his own legacy now, while the 64-year-old is still very much alive.

If you’re looking for the whole thing and can’t access it otherwise, I’ll e-mail it to you.

Thanks for the meme

Tosy stole another one. It’s really kind of dumb in an arbitratry way. Doesn’t mean I won’t do it.

1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

Since I’ve only been doing this for a short while, I easily found on my post of May 24:
“But there have been other bands during the years that have had more complicated issues.”
That’s it? I might as well take the 23rd sentence of my 5th post, the penultimate sentence on May 6:
“And I’m very happy for the industry.” (The industry in question: comics.)

Opiate of the masses

A number of folks have been enamoured of a recent website called The Church of Klugman, whose tag reads as follows: “This is a brand new religion – a religion worshiping a man who is a legend, a myth, who brings a new social conscience to our troubled times. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Church of Klugman!” It’s sorta funny/goofy. But Gordon shoudn’t change his name. I LIKE his name.
My current favorite commercials are a couple from DHL showing bad customer service (waitress pushing the coffee across the counter, the bagger putting the gallon of milk on the top part of the grocery bag, and my favorite, the two young women chatting away about nothing – one of them gives the customer the “just a minute” index finger.) It works because it’s quite believable.
My current least favorite commercial is for some McDonald’s chicken sandwich, with two women who look like they’re pecking away at grain. My wife HATES that thing more than I do.

The Sporting Life

When I realized that the NYY, BoSox and Cleveland could end end up in a three-way tie prior to last night’s games with 2-1 for Boston and Cleveland, I decided to root for that outcome. Cleveland lost, so now they need to beat the White Sox twice while the Red Sox, who won last night, and the Yanks split.

I told Greg Burgas that if he gets 19 right in his picks for weeks 13 and 14 of the NFL season, I’d buy him a drink. I’ll have to find his favorite bar and PayPal the money since Greg’s in AZ, and I’m not.

Bush, Whacked

People keep sending me these things:

#Don Rumsfeld is giving George W Bush his daily briefing and tells him that three Brazilian soldiers have been killed in Iraq. George says “that’s absolutely terrible”, is lost for words, and holds his head in his hands for several minutes. His staff are amazed at the response, and the whole room stays silent. Finally George lifts his head from the table and says “exactly how many is a brazillion?”
#This is a poem made up entirely of actual quotations from George W. Bush, arranged for aesthetic purposes, by Washington Post writer Richard Thompson.  A wonderful poem like this is too good not to share.  It is truly a testament to literacy in the age of Every Child Left Behind!

Make the Pie Higher!

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty
And potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
Become more few?

How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being
And the fish can coexist.

Families is where our nation finds hope, Where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!

And baby makes three

Finally, because you all really Need To Know:
Took Lydia to the doctors for her 18-month check-up on Thursday. She’s 26 lbs., up a couple pounds, 75th pencentile. Height 33 1/4″, up a couple inches, 95th pencentile.

Author: Roger

I'm a librarian. I hear music, even when it's not being played. I used to work at a comic book store, and it still informs my life. I won once on JEOPARDY! - ditto.

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