Wolverine is haunted by things in his past he can’t remember. I never thought about that before. How does that work?
“I’m haunted by horrible things I can’t remember.”
“How do you know they happened, or that they were horrible?”
“That’s just the thing. I don’t!”
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I was all set to write a paragraph about how I should try to start a TV career setting myself up as someone who explores the extreme edge of quiet, mellow, grown-up activities, sort of like the Bear Grylls of safety and complacency. Then I realized James May has beat me to it.
I offer the following videos as evidence.
James May reassembling a toy train.
James May replacing his car’s tire valve stem caps.
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The movie theater I go to (or at least the one I used to go to, back when going to a movie was an option) has pumpers of butter flavored oil out in the lobby where anyone can get as much of it as they want, and do whatever they chose with it. That is a freedom that cannot last. Someone, somewhere, is going to do something that will ruin it for everyone. I don’t know what kind of accident, tragedy, or act of public depravity will occur, but I do suspect that whatever it is it will smell delicious.
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Memory is a strange thing.
For years . . . YEARS, I would quote a specific Kids in the Hall sketch where Bruce McCulloch called the rest of the guys “a bunch of human load-holders.” I loved it because it was nonsense, meant absolutely nothing, but was so clearly a terrible insult.
I am now convinced that I imagined it somehow. I believe I’ve watched every episode of the Kids in the Hall, and their one movie, Brain Candy, and if McCulloch or anybody else ever said “human load-holder,” I can’t find it. The closest thing I can find is a sketch where he calls someone a “human loser.”
That said, my second favorite Kids in the Hall insult, when Kevin MacDonald called the rest of them “Crap-burgers,” definitely happened.
Note from Missy: Rick’s “guitar solo” just makes me want to go play one of the Borderlands games. Though Rick is definitely no Mister Torgue Flexington.
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People look down their noses at me for being a morning person, and give me grief for liking my steak well done, but I get my revenge when coffee time comes. I take my coffee black. As such I get to judge my friends for trying to MacGyver together a crude latte using a cup of coffee and several little tubs of half and half.
They’re weak, I tell you! As weak as the “coffee” they’re drinking!
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I love the PBS Documentary series NOVA. Missy doesn’t enjoy it. So, for the last few years I’ve mostly watched it on my tablet with headphones in bed. Doing so has conditioned me to subconsciously know it’s sleepy time when NOVA is on. I’ve reached the point where I’m lucky to withstand ten minutes of an episode before I pass out. At this point, someone could probably subdue me with nothing but an audio recording of Zachary Quinto talking about the planet Saturn.
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There was a time when dentists would get a young adult in their chair, look into their mouth, and if they found the patient was going to need anything more serious than a few fillings the dentist would make them an offer.
“We can drill these cavities out and fill them. It’ll cost money and it’ll hurt. And when you come back in another six months I’ll probably find more. Or you can pay me the same amount you would for the fillings, and I’ll just pull all of your teeth, set you up with a full set of dentures, and you’ll never have to worry about cavities again.”
My mother told me about this. She made dentures for a living. I’m not sure now if she told me this to scare me, to make me feel grateful for modern medicine, or if it’s just that she and her denture making colleagues considered those to be “the good old days.”
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R. Lee Ermey was not originally cast as the drill sergeant in Full Metal Jacket. He was originally brought in as a consultant to help the actor they had cast to play that role. That actor didn’t pan out, Ermey replaced him, and a fine career as a character actor followed.
There’s a story, one that I hope is true, that Stanley Kubrick wasn’t sure that a first time actor would be able to maintain his character and the false reality of a scene while surrounded by all of the distractions that come with filming a major motion picture. To see if he could hack it, Kubrick filmed R. Lee Ermey improvising insults in character and shouting them into the camera as several crew members threw tennis balls at his head.
I would pay good money to watch that footage.
Inside joke from Missy: “We just want to see if you can continue acting after being struck by a falling Spider-man.”
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I am going to have to be maddeningly non-specific for a bit here, for obvious reasons.
I had a job, in which I did work at a place, and other people did work at this place as well.
One of these coworkers had strong political and religious convictions, which is fine. Less fine was the fact that he was incapable of not expressing them, constantly, to any coworker who got anywhere near him. There was no wiggle room, no room for disagreement. He believed that he knew what was right and who was worth voting for and anyone who disagreed needed to be argued out of that position, informed why their opinions were wrong, and educated about which talk-radio shows they should listen to.
I told him many times to stop, not just for my sanity but because I knew for a fact that he was permanently damaging his own career, but he would not stop. We reached a point where if I even made eye contact with him he’d smile like he thought he was a naughty boy, say, “Hey, you know that subject we can’t discuss at work?” Then he would talk about it at length over my protests.
Finally, I made up the card below, which I laminated and carried with me at work. (The other side of it was filled with important phone numbers and other information I needed on a daily basis.) The next time he brought up the forbidden subject, which was very early in the very next shift I had with him, I pulled it out and read it aloud.
By the time I finished, coworkers had come over from two rooms away to say that the card went for them as well.
Afterward, he asked me, “You didn’t really make up that card just because of me, did you?”
I said, “Yes, I did.”
He went quiet for a moment, then said, “You know, that was a chance for you to let me off the hook there.”
I said, “I know.”
To this day, I have no idea why he would think I might have any urge to let him off the hook. I made the hook, specifically for him.
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