Too horrible to contemplate, but maybe if I pass it on to enough of you it will move on out of my headspace. Jesus, people.
Archive for December, 2006
When Parents Are Deployed is an upcoming PBS special in which Elmo’s father goes to war. My guess: he returns a mupputee and we’ll get a whole new series out of it.
Kick Me, by Paul Feig
Paul Feig, the genius behind Freaks and Geeks, explores his childhood embarrassments in depth. Reminiscent of a sweetened David Sedaris, he gets his readers suffering and occasionally exulting along with him through his occasionally bizarre (but more often mundane) formative experiences from kissing to showering in front of the guys. Fans of the show will recognize quite a bit.
The book is nine kinds of good fun, but I would have preferred less sweet and more dark. It could be that Feig never really descended into the raw swirling terror of adolescence that I remember so well, but I suspect that actually he’s just not willing to dig deeper for fear of alienating readers who have nothing but fond memories of their own childhoods. These readers, if any exist, can bite themselves.
He’s written a follow-up, Superstud, which I expect will find its way onto my shelf one of these days. If you need to pick at the scabs of your juvenile abrasions, you could do a lot worse.
This should bring the Final Judgment from any deity that gives a shit. Maybe it’s a joke, though if so, it’s surprisingly unwinking for American satire. Long live the Alaskan Cruncher? There’re one or two prime quotes in there.
Nature’s wrath
A big dang tree fell on my street. The car that got mildly smooshed is parked where Janet parked Wednesday night. Eerie?



Oh boy
Life could be worse

Goalies for Peace!
I have taken to blogging any links or notions that I would send to more than one person, no matter how narrowly focused. This one is soccer-oriented, but I think most of you will still find it amusing. All you need to know is that an own goal is when a team scores on itself (often, though not always, through goalkeeper error). If you don’t know what Croatia is, I can’t help you.
This Freakonomics post will give you all the ammo you need next time someone defends the Wall Street Journal’s objectivity. I’m tempted to think this is satire.
Scary Mary
I kind of missed the boat with the movie trailer remixing phenomenon, but this new bit is screamingly lovely. Mary Poppins as a horror movie. You will never trust a video editor again.



You said it, sister