Archive for July, 2011

Movie Millisecond: the Sandlot

July 22, 2011


The Sandlot (David M. Evans, 1993).

Since you won’t stop asking*, here are the rules for the Sandlot drinking game.

  • Take a drink whenever the narrator says, “Pickle.”
  • Take a drink every time Ham says “You’re killing me, Smalls.”
  • Take a drink any time the boys speak in unison.
  • Take a drink whenever Squints and Wendy Peffercorn look at each other.
  • Take a drink whenever Tommy Timmons echoes Timmy.
  • Take a drink whenever Babe Ruth is mentioned, by name or by nickname.
  • Take a drink any time someone spits.

  • Wendy Peffercorn will take you down to Cougar Town.

    I’m not even going to bother listing some of the others we’ve come up with over the years. There is even a version I designed where you pick a character and have character-specific instructions (e.g., drink on “Yeah-yeah,” or, for beginners, drink whenever Bertram actually has a line). But really, I can’t in good conscience even keep going. Those rules are sufficient. Drink lots of water out there, dudes.

    Conversely, I also have a long explanation of why this is an excellent model for Christian values and highly suited for use in a parochial school classroom. I’m a complex mirror maze of a woman. Not a “hot mess.” Complex mirror maze.



    *completely untrue. it has never come up.

    Fight Club Friday — Daily Batman: Punching toupees off edition

    July 22, 2011

    Friday night’s all right for fighting.


    Another from when Batman gets clocked and thinks Bruce Wayne is his secret crimefighting identity.

    …And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.

    Bruce Wayne knocked that guy’s toupee off.

    Heinlein Month: Rodin and the merciless hours

    July 22, 2011


    “Old Courtesan”/”Celle qui fut la belle heaulmièr”/”She who was once the helmet-maker’s wife”/”Winter”. Auguste Rodin, 1885.

    Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be.

    But a great artist — a master — and that is what Auguste Rodin was — can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is, and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be, and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body.

    He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart, no matter what the merciless hours have done to her.

    (Robert A. Heinlein. Stranger In A Strange Land. 1961.)

    Batter uuup!: Joan Jett redux

    July 22, 2011

    Guess what I’m doing today? Going to see Joan mother-effing Jett, that’s what! For free.

    Will we play baseball? A girl can dream.

    My daughter wants nothing in the world but Joan Jett’s autograph on her Blackearts album liner. Kidlet conceals tiny black hearts in all her drawings to demonstrate her adoration: she’s a superfan. She goes way beyond knowing the words to “I Love Rock and Roll” or humming “Cherry Bomb.” She can discourse freely on which versions of particular singles she prefers.

    She watches youtube footage of old Joan Jett concerts. We walk through Guitar Center so she can show me which guitars she is going to use when she forms her all-kid Joan Jett/Garbage/Runaways/No Doubt/Hole cover band, which she has named the Bad Apples*. She sings “Bad Reputation” in the bathtub.

    She’s seven.

    I’m hoping Joan is charmed by a child’s request and we get a chance to get that autograph, but hopefully just being in her vicinity will satisfy my little rock star’s heart. And thrill me, too.

    This is what Joan Jett wore to her performance in 2008 at Artscape in Baltimore. If this is what she wears today, you guys can draw straws or arm wrestle to sort out who takes over the blog and raises my kid, because I will leave you all behind without a second glance.

    *Once when the Go-Gos’ “Head Over Heels” was on the radio, kidlet seemed interested, so I said, “Would the Bad Apples cover this?” She looked at me like I was Grimace from Ronald Macdonaldland and said slowly, “It’s a rock band.”

    Movie Millisecond: You can kiss me on a …

    July 21, 2011

    Se7en (David Fincher, 1995).

    Daily Batman: The type

    July 21, 2011


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    I’m the type who’d be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn’t going to. I’m the type who’d like to sit home and watch every party that I’m invited to on a monitor in my bedroom.

    (Andy Warhol.)

    Et tu?

    Heinlein Month: How to tell

    July 21, 2011


    A woman who shaves or otherwise depilates her pubic curls has a profound interest in recreational sex.

    (Robert A. Heinlein. To Sail Beyond the Sunset, 1987.)

    I think grooming is a good idea; I think all the way hardwood floors, which I have sported in the past and found distractingly tough to keep, um, waxed, is inferior in appearance and sensation to a nice throw rug or more. I feel like fully bare is fun now and again but as a regular thing it appears uncomfortably pre-sexual. 1-2-3 DEBATE.

    Movie Millisecond: Dinner

    July 20, 2011

    Wayne’s World 2 (Steven Surjik, 1993).

    GPOY.

    Wednesday Wednesday: Marie Antoinette

    July 20, 2011

    Lisa Loring as Wednesday Addams (1964).

    Perfectly normal, perfectly healthy.

    Daily Batman: Movie Moment — Batman Began

    July 20, 2011

    On this date, July 20, 1966, Batman (Leslie Martinson) made its stunning cinematic debut. These hand-picked choice stills shall speak for themselves.

    Thank you and good night. (bow)

    Talk nerdy to me — Heinlein Month: This is the greatest event in all the history of the human race

    July 20, 2011


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    This is the great day. This is the greatest event in all the history of the human race, up to this time. That is — today is New Year’s Day of the Year One. If we don’t change the calendar, historians will do so. The human race — this is our change, our puberty rite, bar mitzvah, confirmation, from the change of our infancy into adulthood for the human race.



    And we’re going to go on out, not only to the Moon, to the stars; we’re going to spread. I don’t know that the United States is going to do it; I hope so. I have — I’m an American myself; I want it to be done by us. But in any case, the human race is going to do it, it’s utterly inevitable: we’re going to spread through the entire universe.

    (Robert Heinlein. Interview with Walter Cronkite. CBS News. July 20, 1969.)


    Is it gauche to use a Clarke cover in a Heinlein entry?

    Happy forty-second birthday to the Apollo 11 mission (Hey, 42!). Which was apparently for nothing since we’re not going to colonize it even at all. Not under the aegis of organized government-funded scientific think-tanks, at any rate, which it seems are going the way of the Betamax and Karen Carpenter*. Privatizing space travel/exploration is about as dicey an idea as any I’ve heard in this life. There will be a Wal-Mart on the moon before a fucking hospital. Depend on it.

    (I’m just bitter because I have always wanted to live on the moon. Sorry. This is not a joke: my ultimate fantasy would be to make love on the back lawn of my terra-formed moon house — by EARTHLIGHT. Picture it, you look up and the planes of your lover’s face are illuminated by light from Earth. HOW AMAZING WOULD THAT BE? Crazy amazing. Crazy. Plus outside sex.)





    *Oh, my god, why would you even make that joke? Because I am a terrible person.

    Teevee Time: Powerpuff Girls

    July 19, 2011

    I’m still not clear: what did he do with Professor Utonium? And was the professor on board with it?

    Heinlein Month: Live each golden moment as if it were eternity

    July 19, 2011


    Marilyn photographed by Sam Shaw.

    Live each golden moment as if it were eternity — without fear, without hope, but with a sybaritic gusto.

    (Robert A. Heinlein. Stranger In A Strange Land, 1961.)

    Daily Batman: Ceci n’est pas …

    July 19, 2011


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    Another for my “treachery of images” running gag. Is it weird that I have created personal memes for myself on my own blog? It’s like an inside joke with … me, which is pretty sad. Isn’t it? But then, isn’t all blogging just baying at an uncaring moon?

    No, I just asked my imaginary friend and he said I’m good. Phew. We’re going to go watch Adventure Time now — I better hurry or he’ll take the good spot on the couch. Catch you on the flip, jive turkeys.

    Talk nerdy to me — Teevee Time: The Simpsons, Just in time for the big week

    July 19, 2011

    #uncomfortabletruths

    Take Two Tuesday — Per mi amico: Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day, “Happy birthdohs, Jonohs” edition with brief bookfoolery

    July 19, 2011

    This post originally appeared on July 19, 2010 at 5:05 pm. Congratulations on another trip around the sun to you, my good true friend, and I hope you have many more to come.

    Happy birthday to the one and only Jonohs Danger Welchos!


    Nolite te bastardes carborundum.

    This encouragement is doubtless unnecessary because I doubt that you ever would. I’m sure you would talk the bastardes around to your point of view and you’d all have Fin du Monde and play Beatles Rock Band and they would vow never to carborundum again. I’m finishing Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter shortly and I’ll be starting next on my yearly Atwood. How nice to know this year when I re-read it that you will have just done so recently too. Last year I knew you, and was re-reading Handmaid’s Tale as always, and you had not read it yet. This time it will be different and I’ll know that I’m reading words that yet another of my friends has also enjoyed. See the interstitial power of the shared unconscious experience of reading? That’s impressive shit. If that is not impressive enough, I will buy you some sushi the next time we are both in town. But really, dude — the gift of reading. Come on. Be excellent.

    But just in case you ever do feel down, remember that you are an awesome friendoh and I’m so glad to have gotten to be friends, and that I know great things are going to happen for you like in a perpetual motion engine powered by amazing karma for all your kindnesses and good humor to others.

    And, of course, be prepared for whatever befalls you on this, the day of your birth —


    A very recent addition to the pantheon of inside jokes via uglyxdutchling on the tumblr.

    Hope you’re off work and having a great birthday, Mr. Welchos! But do try and hold it together.

    I will be thinking of you!

    Movie Millisecond: ## [Rock] ##

    July 18, 2011

    Commando (Mark Lester, 1985). Hateration aside: you know it’s probably the most G screencap ever.

    Men aren’t attracted to a girl in glasses: Dioni Tabbers by the notorious EVU edition

    July 18, 2011

    Dioni Tabbers photographed by Ellen Von Unwerth for a Vogue Italia beauty editorial, July 2010.

    Mean Girls Monday: Sluts of the world, unite

    July 18, 2011

    No shame in a name.

    Liberated Negative Space o’ the Day: Urge for salvation

    July 18, 2011


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