The songs themselves (musical themes self written by a self deluded reality TV semi-star for self conceived programs he would star in)? CONCEPTUAL GENIUS!
“When you want to learn the mysteries of how things work
Weather, the planets, the whole universe.
Tune into the show, that's really effective
Watch Richard Heene – Science Detective!”
The fact that this is somebody's real dad? Just depressing.
When I get an email from my friend Brandon that says “you just need to see this” I know it's going to be good. And this is.
Stalking Cat explains:
“My name is Dennis Avner and my Indian name is Stalking Cat AKA Cat, Tiger, Tiger man Cat man and others not known to me.
I am Huron and Lakota and in following a very old Huron Tradition I am transforming myself into my totem, a tiger.
I have been featured on Ripley's, Larry King Live, German TV, UK TV and Japanese TV. As well as others I am not sure of.
Please keep in mind I am a professional and I need to make a living like everyone else. I can not afford to do your gig at my own expense as I am often requested.”
Obviously the guy isn't given this away for free, which is a shame because he would fit in perfectly at the Ren Fair, though I doubt the Fair has a budget?German TV.
I don't know if you can see the image well enough here, but go over to Probably Bad News for a larger version and learn the definition of irony. ?Here's the full article
?Why do I mention it now?
Because it will make you laugh and the next NYC performance is coming up on July 16th.
Here's what I said back on 3/19/07:
There is only one upcoming New York performance listed (March 21st), so I have to give you a heads up before I have a chance to actually see it. So if it is terrible you can go ahead and blame me, see if I care. I truly don't expect anything less that a great time however, especially since having read the book version of this cringe-fest (more on that book next week, promise).
The book and live show feature real diary entries, notes, and letters from the most embarrassing and awkward years of the authors' lives. I have no idea who will be reading this week, but if the book is any indication, there will be at least one journal entry dealing with the hotness of Duran Duran's John Taylor.
Mortified is the brain child of David Nadelberg and he and friends have opened several grass roots chapters across the country, so keep an eye out for a performance near you. If you live in the city, pick up a ticket (only $12).
I can only hope I get treated so well by my hubby if I'm ever, “hurt by a warthog real bad.”
Thanks to Grace for introducing me to the hilarious and often touching site Postcards from Yo Momma, a showcase of entertaining correspondences that make you rejoice in the unique relationship between daughters and their mothers – especially that special time when you start seeing each other as adult women and friends. It's often updated and a great way to laugh for hours. A couple of my favorites are:
Mom: How do I unfriend on Facebook?
Me: What, you only have like 8 friends, who do you want to get rid of.
Mom: That's really none of your business, and I have 40 friends thank you very much.
Me: That's right, Dad has 8 heheh
Mom: Not for long!
and
“Didn't you say your dad took a golden shower at that bar he was at in the city? I've been telling all of my friends but your dad says I am wrong and I probably shouldn't repeat this story. Am I using the term correctly?”
Making All the President's Men into a taut, suspenseful, and intelligent political drama was no small feat for director Alan J Pakula (who proved to be an expert in the poli-thriller genre with the equally great Parallax View) considering that everyone knows how the story ends and that most of the two hour plus running time consists of Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman making phone calls, taking notes, running around and trying desperately to extract information from unwilling sources.
I saw this movie when I was a kid and learned what this whole 'Watergate' thing I'd heard so much about actually was. I also grew a fond of corduroy suits thanks to the utterly charming (as usual) Robert Redford, who has the hair of a god. Thanks to other young viewers, it's since become known as “the movie that launched a thousand journalism careers” with its accurate and respectful depiction of all the hard work that goes into revealing the truth.
Of course, since the films release in 1976, the entire world of traditional newspaper journalism has been pushed to the brink of obsolescence by the easy access to information offered by the internet; several major publications have already folded (recently my homestate's Rocky Mountain News). The film is nostalgic, then about the days when newspaper journalism was still considered vitally important and could actually change the world.
The informant known as Deep Throat, played by a sinisterly smokey Hal Holbrook in the film, has since been revealed to have been Mark Felt, the FBI's number two man.
All the President's Men is currently available for instant viewing on Netflix.