This one brought to mind the reaction I had when I went to New York and could not get over how many young adults wearing jackets (in not particularly cold weather, either) purportedly designed for outback adventuring.
We went to see the latest Aardman movie, Pirates! Band of Misfits, tonight, and we all loved it. It's stacked with jokes, in-jokes, puns, visual gags ... the works. It's wildly anachronistic (I could feel myself staring at the map near the beginning that showed Canada as a dominion, and the setting was 1837, and then I remembered this was an animated pirate movie in which a monkey flipped cards to communicate. Grievances set aside to let the hilarity ensue), broadly funny and sophisticated in its own way. I'm looking forward to the DVD so we can stop some frames to get a better look at the stuff flying by.
Oh, and Imelda Staunton does evil better than anyone, although the lovers of poor Queen Victoria will not be amused.
I love this ad for Staedtler, as seen here. Although I compose almost always with keyboards, and have become accustomed to tapping notes into devices, I still always tote around notebooks. I have a mugful of pencils, and can't imagine not having a supply reading for jotting quick ideas, making a list, dreaming big ... whatever.
It was a happy day yesterday, as this T-shirt arrived in the mail. Actually, three of them - one for me, one for Nick, and one for my friend Mike, a fellow Parks and Recreation fan and an admirer of Ron Swanson's meat-loving ways. (It was a shirt of the day from TeeFury.)
If you're not familiar with the phrase (one of many, many that are moving around the pop culture vernacular), have a look below ... with particular attention to Nick Offerman's stellar line reading.
Al Pacino is one of my favourite actors; believe it or not, he's now 72. In my mind, he's always Michael Corleone - particularly the youngest version, in The Godfather. But he's also so many characters, not the least of which is Frank Slade, the protagonist of Scent of a Woman. Here's a wonderful bit of Pacino, as he listens to the weaselly James Rebhorn, and then rises in righteous anger.
It's not like Radiohead does bright, shiny pop tunes that make the day breeze by ... but there's still something about There, There (even with its inherent menace and creepiness) that inexplicably makes me feel better whenever I hear it. Hmmm.
Cookie Monster - who gave the world "Om nom nom" as a perfectly respectable thing to say while gobbling something delicious - learns an environmental lesson in this video posted today to Sesame Street's YouTube account. (Wouldn't the numerous crumbs, incidentally, be considered litter, too?)
This bit of Cheezeburger will likely appeal to people who have owned cats. I have to say, though, that we once had a cat (a tabby, not too unlike the one above) who was generous with cuddles on demand - albeit his demand. When he wanted to get on your lap, he was getting on your lap, regardless of what you were doing or thought about it.
Learning To Crawl was one of the albums Martha and I could both agree on when we started seeing each other; Show Me still puts back in that time and place. (And yes, the lyrics meant a whole lot more after we became parents.)
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.