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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Who Framed Roger Rabbit- What Exactly Does PG Stand For?
For the first time in my career as a movie reviewer I actually rented a movie for the sole purpose of reviewing it. I was very proud of myself. The movie I rented to review was none other than "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" which got sparkling recommendations for it's creative style and amazing animation/live action mixture. Reviewers loved it- including Roger Ebert, the "big league" of movie critics. As he said "It is intended as universal entertainment, like "E.T." or "The Wizard of Oz" aimed at all audiences, but I have a sneaky hunch the adults will appreciate it even more than the kids." I must raise the question, who am I to disagree with Roger Ebert? Some punk with a blog? Yeah, actually...here I go disagreeing.
This movie is not universal entertainment (neither is dark and profanity-filled "E.T." for that matter) it was an adult-oriented comedy/mystery, without any mention of children whatsoever, and even the innocently funny and truly cartoon-ish title character Roger Rabbit is barely focused on. The movie starts out like a regular cartoon with Roger Rabbit playing the part of a beleaguered babysitter watching a mischievous kid. Just like any Looney Tunes, right?
Right. Right up until the directors cut the scene and the cartoon baby stalks off cussing at the crew, a scene Roger Ebert himself praises as "A whole new world for cartoons".
This theme is probably the biggest thing that bothered me. The whole idea that "Oh, cartoon characters are just as mean and sinful as the rest of the Hollywood stars, and the cartoons you watched as a child were just big production numbers. In fact, out of set, Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny and the rest are probably all evolved in affairs and scandals too." Wow. just what I wanted to come away with.
Another thing that kills me is that Who Framed Roger Rabbit is bubbling over with potential- Roger Rabbit, despite being a character created specifically for this movie, was hilarious and perfect for the part as a framed cartoon-bunny. Lovable and (can you believe it?) squeaky clean as far as humor went, so why is it that he got almost all the laughs? Because despite what the directors and writers seem to think, cartoon characters don't have to be adult to be funny. And speaking of potential, did I mention that Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Mickey Mouse and Donald are in this film?
Of course (and I expected this by the time we got there in the movie) they are completely overlooked, although hilarious. Daffy and Donald try to blow each other up as a double-booked piano act (Daffy- "Can anyone understand what this duck is saying?! This is the last time I work with anyone with a sthpeech impediment!") and Bugs and Mickey enjoy handing the falling detective a tire when he asks for a "Spare" parachute. Things like this- made more numerous and lengthy- could have made the movie a ball for adults who appreciate good laughs and kids who get to see the long-dreamed of meeting between their two favorite sets of toons. How often does a director get the chance to pair Mickey and Bugs in the same movie? And yet Steven Spielberg wastes his time and money trying to stuff kid's animation and a Tim Burton-style murder mystery into the same whacked-out dark film.
And here's another thing- the "amazing" animation techniques did not really seem that great to me. And no, I'm not playing the dumb blond- I know that this was 1988, and computer animation was the "dazzling graphics" of Tron. But there was a Looney Tunes episode made in 1940, which paired animation/live action techniques extremely well, grant it, nothing like the 3D looking brightly-colored characters of you-know-who-framed-what, but still, this stuff has been around for awhile.
Overall, if this one of those movies you remember fondly as a kid/adult/whatever, leave it as a nice memory. I can't tell you how many times my Mom has turned on something from the 80's that she remembered and then found out it has all sorts of adult content. The 80's were weird. But do not and I repeat not turn it on with the kids for a nice trip down memory lane...
P.S. Porky was only it for a brief second at the end. .......Ingrates.
P.P.S The second picture is from 1940's- "You Should Be in Pictures" I can't help but think the effects in you-know-what weren't that amazing.
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Space Jam- Whatever The Heck That's Supposed to Mean
Dear people whom I admire and enjoy; I have done it again.
I was being good, trying to write a nice cutesy post about my sister's quirks- and I got bored. It's not that they don't have quirks (Lord help us) but when your so used to them...
Well anyway I got bored. So I started wiki-ing Looney Tunes movies, basically hoping I would find a good featurette sequel to "Back in Action" to trash or something. Boy, was I naive. what I discovered was an odd looking 90's hit called "Space Jam". Space Jam? It doesn't even mention the Looney Tunes! But who am I to question?
I stared at the paragraph that attempts to described the plot for about thirty minutes, and it still didn't make a lick of sense. Something about an amusement park and short aliens and some guy named Micheal Jordan and basketball. "Oh the heck with it!" my foolish brain spouted "Let's just watch the darn thing!" So I looked it up on surfthechannel and, sure enough, some jerk had put it up there.
I almost don't think it's right to call this a review, since I didn't actually watch the whole thing, I sort of browsed scene by scene. I couldn't stand it. It was like going into Wal-mart to buy a video game for the cool sleepover your about to have and then you come out and everyone's been turned into apes and they all start throwing poop at you at once and your video game gets eaten by the group of kid's you were supposed to play it with. It sucked like "Lima beans in nasty sauce!" as Mr. Bird once said. It was the most incoherent, suckish, typical, predictable, cheap flim-flam of a movie I ever didn't watch. And since I'm so steamed that couldn't possibly write about my sisters in a non-violent way, I've managed to narrow the experience down to this for you;
The Plot;
(as if)
There is a mean alien (who looks strangely like the evil dog from "All Dogs Go To Heaven") who sends a bunch of bug-like aliens down to Earth to capture the Looney Tunes to become attractions for his theme park. The aliens challenge to LT gang to some kind of competition and the LTs pick Basket ball because the bugs are short. Meanwhile Micheal Jordan ( a Basketball star...I guess, I was two) decides to drop out of his career and do baseball, which was his father's dream for him, blah blah blah. The only two themes I know of for a sports movie are motivation and the brains Vs. bronze thing. The aliens suck the talent out of the other NBA stars, and begin to kick the LT's badly-animated butts. Obviously, M.J. shows up to save the day. Ect, ect, ect. And it's all done to the horribly overused rappy-pop songs of 1996, the sure sign of a instantly balding bomber.
The Real Deal;
Warner Brothers is drowning in a pile of plastic Mickey Mouse ears, and Micheal Jordan is really big right now. Icksnay-ergo, a ridiculous film with no conceivable plot in which they try to enhance the LT's popularity by pairing them with one of the current biggest names in sports. Who, not surprisingly, can't act to save his talented life.
What Actually Filtered Through To The Only Guy Who Liked This Movie;
"Wow, that Micheal Jordan is so cool! And he's got some new mascots! A rabbit and a duck and...I think those are fish...cool, I'm gonna share this on facebook! Oh, yeah, I can't because it's 1996. Crud. Well, the KFC bathrooms aren't gonna clean themselves!"
Pros;
Uhm...well...Porky Pig has some lines...you'd think that would be a plus...grant it, he doesn't sound like Porky Pig...
Cons;
1. All of the above, plus the re-inclusion of Lola bunny, a character we all thought (and hoped) dead after "Loony Tunes Babies" finally went off syndication.
2. It would appear that nothing actually takes place in space.
3. Newman from "Sienfield" tries to play a good...or semi good...character, and anyone who tries that is crispy-over-rice insane. Maybe they just figured Daffy Duck was too nasty to be competed with...
4. The voices suck, and it's not because Mel Blanc is old. It's because he's dead, and WB does not care enough to find a good replacement at this point.
So there you have it, I recommend this movie about as much as I recommend rolling in poop. I hardly have the heart to say it, but that's...all....folks...
P.S. Don't watch this film! I'm just reminding you, in case I wasn't clear. I got my haircut! YAY! Pictures will come at sometime in the near future.
P.P.S. I'm really glad I can just watch this online. I am really glad that I did not pay money to see this. Because I probably would have left the theater looking like this;
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Wanted; A New Mother
"Tut-tut" you say, "The old bean 's finally cracked after all." Actually, I doubt you'd really say that, but then, your pretty unpredictable aren't you?
But on with my advertisement... (ad-VER-tis-ment, not ad-ver-TIS-ment, get what I mean?) I am on the lookout for a new mother. My reasons for getting rid of my old one may seem rather petty to you, but really, were simply not compatible anymore. It's not that I haven't been tolerant; for years I have bitten my lip and put up with her un-needed advise on what I wear and watch and read ( I have been compared to Cindy Lauper more than once, no joke!) I have abided the unappetizing site of green alien-like mold, which she has the audacity to call "Kombocha" on the counter, I have even strenuously labored through all the textbooks, programs, homework etc. which she is convinced I cannot possibly function in life without. Today, the straw on the camel's back was broken when I sent her an Email. The title read "Speechless" and the Email said "If you wish to make me eternally happy you shall buy me this." - the picture included in this advertisement. As you can imagine, I was infatuated. My old mother's reply? "Get off the computer and make cookies." I was, really, at that point speechless. To have my own mother brush to the side so easily my latest love is simply unacceptable.
The position is up for grabs now, the pay is good and the terms are easy. The only application you will need to fill is your name, on the order form for this Tee-shirt. I look forward to meeting you soon, Mom!
*Warning;
Mother will have to pay in advance for all rooming, boarding,education, groom and care of said teen. Mother takes full responsibility for any and all public embarrassments, sugar rushes, grocery-store outbursts, ridiculous blogs or outfits, etc. Mother is required to minister late-night counseling session and anytime talks of encouragement to teen on a daily basis. Areas in which encouragement will be required are self-image, school, emotions,theology, epistemology, haircuts and boys. Mother will have to put up with being called "Witch", "Witch-Hazel" ,"Witchy-poo" ,"Puff N' Stuff" or anything to the effect that teen designates for her. Mother will be required to obtain extensive knowledge of the Muppets, Looney tunes, Doctor Who, Sponge-bob Square pants, Mystery Science Theater 300, etc. Mother takes full responsibility and blame for any and all happenings of un-desirable consequence in teen's lifetime. Mother is not entitled to any compensation and/or gratitude for fulfillment of duties.
Friday, February 18, 2011
This Probably Means I'll Never Post Again- Nah, Don't Take It Seriously
Hello, folks. Maybe I will begin calling you that permanently. I like it.Random you say? Well yes, maybe, but that is just me. And many other people, I've noticed. "Random" has become the new cool, maybe soon doing what people would normally expect you to do will be considered random. Huh. Anyway, I would look out if I were you, because I'm really only blogging to soothe myself.
Let me describe the scene, to begin with; Mom and Dad are out to their anniversary dinner, I begged Mom not to go out at lunchtime on the off-chance that the hairstylist would call, and now I am regretting that decision heartily. We just adopted a new dog, Sausage, a tiny beagle-doxin (doxon? doxen? oh you know what I mean) drop-off, whom the girls are all swooning over, much to Guppi's chagrin. "Inspector Gadget" is on the living-room. That was my doing. I like the sound of that show- it's got a familiar, cozy feeling reminding me off a time- a few months ago, when I wasn't doing this in and out thing with depression.
Yeah, I'm a little depressed. It's not a problem at home, I swear. I know I've probably caused everyone-I know Mom and Dad- a lot of grief with all my late-night depression-confessions, but in all honesty, my life is pretty good. I just have anxiety issues- and being an emotional teen-ager does not help them. Just about everything freaks me out, things like the full-moon or the sound of a semi going by outside. Yes, I'm weird. But don't be scared- I'm still me.
It's pretty foolish too- the only thing it takes to break me out of it is one person to tell me that I'm freaking out over nothing- not to worry, that I'll be OK. So now you know- I don't need a sedative, just someone to honestly and truly tell me that everything is in the norm.
Yeah, that helped. It always helps. Thank the Lord.
P.S. I finished the Mel Blanc book, it was good. Basic analysis? Sure. Blanc is a cool guy, witty sense of humor, non-religious and from a Jewish family. Got to work almost all the big names in Hollywood in his day. Smart fella, whole chapter devoted to Porky Pig. Thought I couldn't fit a reference in? You were wrong.
P.P.S. No, I did not get my hair cut today. We walked in to the salon and were informed that the stylist was sick and couldn't help us that day. She was nice and we made an appointment for Wed. Darn, another day I
have to go to class without a haircut. Darn. Refer to the following picture for the way I feel about it;
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
That's Not All On Sunday Nights At Seven When Your Green, Folks!
Mmmmmyyyyy books arrived!!! FINALLY! And just when you were thinking "She can't possibly use another Porky Pig reference in her post title." Well, you terrible people, while your all thinking about how obsessed I am, take a gander at this;
"Good-hearted Porky never was a very credible scam artist. While this character trait made him beloved by audiences, ironically, it ultimately led to his downfall...With the emergence of Daffy, Bugs Bunny, and other Warner Bros. characters, he was relegated to either playing Daffy's foil or to ensemble work. In 1940 fifteen Porky Pig cartoons were produced; in 1950 just three; and in 1960, none. The studio even repossessed his "That's all, folks!" tag line, which as far as I'm concerned is like ripping the starts off a general's uniform.
Porky Pig made his theatrical-short farewell in Corn on the Cop in 1965. by that time many considered him a mere has-been. Discarded bacon. But I'll always have a soft-spot for Porky. I owe him a lot." - Mel Blanc
There. Do you all feel terrible? I hope so.
I on the other hand, I'm already half-way through the Mel Blanc auto-biography, and ruby is making fine progress on the Jack Benny, which is called "Sunday Nights At Seven". The title should begin to make even more sense now. I'm learning all sorts of cool stuff about Mel, and movie stars in general. Hooray for those rainy days when you can just sit in bed and read!! I'm also $25.00 richer, thanks to my babysitting fun last night, but maybe I should have saved that for the P.S., since as I now realize, there really is no news and I just wanted to share the word that I have my books. Oh well.
P.S. (you still get one, sillies) mom called and actually made an appointment to get my hair done on Friday. My faith is beginning to waver so here is my half-hearted, slightly sarcastic "hooo-ray"
P.P.S. I'm back on my computer, so you may now have a picture of you-know-who. You should be realizing how adorable he is about now, and if your not, your desthpicable!!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
A Completely Rambling Post With No New Pictures Of Porky Pig
For once, once in my blogging career, I am going to write the post before the title. I amaze myself with my foresight. I am like a juggernaut. Whatever that is.
I am sitting in a an unfamiliar living-room, in an unnaturally quiet house, on someone else's laptop. And no, I'm not singing the Talking Heads, I'm actually babysitting. Jude, my client, is asleep (I hope) and I am left alone to try and blog while tired and wishing for Looney Tunes. I have figured one thing out about myself; as much as I love to act like my mother's homebody-ness is a pain in the rear, I may have the worst case of homesickness ever. I always miss home. Weather I'm on a gorgeous vacation in Florida, or just spending the night at a friend's, I can be having a ton of fun- and still miss the sanctity of my home. I'll miss Guppi sniffling in my ear, the freedom to put on music very loudly in my room, my John Denver records, my Muppet movies, Looney Tunes playing the living room, the picture of Porky Pig on the fridge...and, of course, my awesome family.
I love them to death. They are the number 2 source of my happiness (the first being Jesus). I can be myself around them, my true self. They know all my quirks and my flaws and embrace them unconditionally. My sisters look to me as a friend and mentor and role model even after they've tasted my jim-sock-flavored cookies and watched me kiss the above mention P.P. picture. Mom is my best friend, Dad is my hero. We have inside jokes, similar goals, we share everything. The fondest sentimentalities I have are all related to my parents. I get this soaring feeling of joy and identity, if I listen to an old favorite Bob Dylan song while looking at pictures of my early childhood. I talk about things like the Muppets as reminding me of my kid-hood, but it's not really the movies. It's the re-discovered security and joy that I had in those days, and I think everyone, to some extent, longs for that.
So this is just a little opening up; I'm not depressed, I'm just thinking and feeling out loud. Thanks for a listen.
P.S. As you have probably noticed, there seems to be no right-click on this computer, so I can't do spell check. The truth has been revealed. This also means that I cannot post a picture of Porky Pig for you this time :( (super sad face)
P.P.S. Jude is adorable, just sayin'. I am hoping to get my haircut tomorrow, but the odds aren't good. Cheers and more cheers, and remember; God is awesome, Daleks are cool, and Porky Pig is still absolutely adorable.
I am sitting in a an unfamiliar living-room, in an unnaturally quiet house, on someone else's laptop. And no, I'm not singing the Talking Heads, I'm actually babysitting. Jude, my client, is asleep (I hope) and I am left alone to try and blog while tired and wishing for Looney Tunes. I have figured one thing out about myself; as much as I love to act like my mother's homebody-ness is a pain in the rear, I may have the worst case of homesickness ever. I always miss home. Weather I'm on a gorgeous vacation in Florida, or just spending the night at a friend's, I can be having a ton of fun- and still miss the sanctity of my home. I'll miss Guppi sniffling in my ear, the freedom to put on music very loudly in my room, my John Denver records, my Muppet movies, Looney Tunes playing the living room, the picture of Porky Pig on the fridge...and, of course, my awesome family.
I love them to death. They are the number 2 source of my happiness (the first being Jesus). I can be myself around them, my true self. They know all my quirks and my flaws and embrace them unconditionally. My sisters look to me as a friend and mentor and role model even after they've tasted my jim-sock-flavored cookies and watched me kiss the above mention P.P. picture. Mom is my best friend, Dad is my hero. We have inside jokes, similar goals, we share everything. The fondest sentimentalities I have are all related to my parents. I get this soaring feeling of joy and identity, if I listen to an old favorite Bob Dylan song while looking at pictures of my early childhood. I talk about things like the Muppets as reminding me of my kid-hood, but it's not really the movies. It's the re-discovered security and joy that I had in those days, and I think everyone, to some extent, longs for that.
So this is just a little opening up; I'm not depressed, I'm just thinking and feeling out loud. Thanks for a listen.
P.S. As you have probably noticed, there seems to be no right-click on this computer, so I can't do spell check. The truth has been revealed. This also means that I cannot post a picture of Porky Pig for you this time :( (super sad face)
P.P.S. Jude is adorable, just sayin'. I am hoping to get my haircut tomorrow, but the odds aren't good. Cheers and more cheers, and remember; God is awesome, Daleks are cool, and Porky Pig is still absolutely adorable.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Velocity Does Not Rhyme With Valentines But They Both Start With "V"
Greetings, comrades!!! Happy you-know-what day! (if you don't know what, check your Google browser, they always know) I just received a scrumdiddlyumptious box of Reese's pieces from Porky (or was that Mom? Hmm...) Either way, I'm having a happy, marshmallow-and-rainbow-filled-diurnal course...which means day. However, I feel it my nerd-ified duty to bring into light the official roots of the holiday, as learned by the superb Mr. Bird. Valentine's Day (originally "St. Valentine's Day) was a festivity to commemorate (duh) St. Valentine, a preacher in ancient Rome during a time when christian marriage was outlawed who was imprisoned for his in-cooperation. So...while your out getting chocolates and puppies from your dearly beloved, just try and remember that it's not actually about the heart-shaped balloons...it's really about the miracle of marriage as justified by God the father. So happy....that!
P.S. Did I mention I'm going to get my hair cut soon?! Soon I tell you!! SSOOONNN...!!!!
P.P.S. i may have to be a coward and take back what I said about blogging everyday...as if I was already....anyway, I forfeit. I love you all, but I'm just not all that diligent. Often though, this I promise."Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-... That's all, folks."
Sunday, February 13, 2011
"Or folly condition; With behavior" - Examination
.....which is "Looney Tunes; Back in Action - a Review", Translated into Japanese and then back to English on babel fish. My, what a fitting name they gave that site. And yes, I know it should say "Toy Story 3" ...a review....or something to that effect, but times change. I blog slow and I can't always stay behind to review stragglers. There, glad that's off my chest. Oh yeah! But before I give you the review, I have to tell you something;
" You know that scene from "Lord of the Rings" where he kept getting up and the guy kept shooting him? That whenever he gets up he'd be saying "Take that! take that! bad old putty cat!"
I hope that makes sense. Isabel forced me write it down one night in the middle of a movie. She was entirely certain it was going to be the funniest thing to ever go on my blog that she made me promise it would go in my next post. Anyway.
About that movie. My reasons for watching it? I like Looney Tunes. I like them a lot. I would really like to see them make a good come back. I wasn't hopeful about this movie. Maybe the more you expect the less you get and vise-versa, like the Inspector Gadget thing- I expected the stuff you scrape off your shoe after walking through a sewage leak. And believe or not- I liked it...uhm, not the sewage, I mean the movie.
OK, please don't think I would stick up for something just because of how much I liked the original. I didn't review Inspector Gadget badly because I hated it. I had respect for those cartoons even though they gave me a go-go gadget migraine. If it was a bad Looney Tunes movie, trust me, I'd tell you.
I am forced by the laws of logic to start with the plot, which is a bad place to start because the laws of logic have absolutely no bearing. Figuring out the plot while the movie is going is like trying to read it off the side of a moving train...I guess that means you would have to read it backwards too, it was that confusing. Basically, there is this fella named DJ (Brendan Fraser) who is the son of the leading actor at Warner Brothers, but he is a security guard/want-to-be stuntman. He is fired by the new executive (Jenna Elfman) who then goes on to fire Daffy Duck...she is then fired herself because of her bad decisions. Daffy and DJ then find out that DJ's father is actually a super spy who entrusts them with a mission to destroy a certain diamond that turns people into monkeys. Steve Martin plays the bad guy who is also the president at the "Acme" corporation...oh and Bugs Bunny is in the thing too. Man, I can't even sum it up in a way that makes sense...it's enough to say that they go to Paris and Africa and Los Vegas, most of the other Looney tunes characters get a part, and there was something about a flying car. My gosh, it was confusing...hence the keyword "looney". BUT- it was funny. This being the important thing.
It sounds like DJ/Fraser is the main character- the plot (loosely said) centers around him, but the movie doesn't. The movie centers around Daffy Duck, who really hams up his part, but no one minds, because no one's a jerk, and you can't deny that the movie was funny because of it. My hubby was only in there for a second, but it was a funny second. I read on Wikipedia (the upsetting fact that I spend time on wiki reading about WB's lawsuits is not the subject of this post) a few years before the movie, Warner Brothers was forced to donate like $12,000 and make a bunch of public service adds just to settle a lawsuit with the NSP (national stuttering project) about Porky Pig, so hearing Porky complain to a sympathetic speedy Gonzales about what a pain in the butt it is to be politically correct is one of those things you can snicker over...if you read wiki a lot. Feel enlightened.
My last word; (thank God, you say) The movie was much better than to be expected from the ailing WB studios. It's funny, kind of a whirlwind of extremely good animation techniques and classic gags. Not much of a plot- great performances from Brendan Fraser and Steve Martin (who always makes me crack up, no joke) and whats-her-face the girl. some un-necessary weirdness involving a girl in a skimpy outfit. Basically a good movie to pick up for a one-nighter with the family or just for the kids. My, what an in-elegant ending, but we can't all be perfect.
P.S. My books are on the way. I have never been more excited about reading!
P.P.S. My hair is to be cut next week. The day after tomorrow I have an appointment to babysit. I got my VW book. It is good. That is all.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Daily Question; Time Travel, Anyone?
Darn this thing. When I hit "Enter" I plan to go down a line, not publish the post. But thanks anyway;
"If you could live in some other historical period, which would you choose and why?"
I actually skipped a few of the questions on the list, because they are really not applicable to me. This one merits a little discussion. The first era that comes to MY mind is, naturally, the 1960's. I am a huge fan of the 1960's. It was a transitional period, with enough of the values and morality of the past mixed with many of the culture icons I personally enjoy. Of course, I didn't actually live in this period so I don't know what it was really like- I know what I see on all my favorite television shows though, and it looks pretty sweet. Dick Van Dyke, Jack Benny, Mel Blanc, Jim Henson, Morey Amsterdam, Bob Hope, Andy Griffith and Don Knotts, Lucille Ball- just to name a few of my favorites- were all alive back then, and I could have become the ultimate autograph hound. The fashion was flexible- "hippie" was in style ;) and so was Volkswagen....yeah, it sounds pretty awesome. The era wasn't perfect- none ever is. But as far as I'm concerned it sounds pretty close.
P.S. Really incredibly short. Sorry. I had a crummy day, and I wanted to blog but I am not going to blog about depressing things...nuh uh, not again. Instead, I'm gonna let you people profit from my gloominess; you get another Porky Pig picture! Isn't he cute in a space-suit?! Now were both cheerful!!!
P.P.S. My wonderful grandfather (one of the few I know reads this) is lending me not only a Jack Benny autobiography but one of Mel Blanc too, and I ordered a Jim Henson one. Very excited about reading now. Cheers!
"If you could live in some other historical period, which would you choose and why?"
I actually skipped a few of the questions on the list, because they are really not applicable to me. This one merits a little discussion. The first era that comes to MY mind is, naturally, the 1960's. I am a huge fan of the 1960's. It was a transitional period, with enough of the values and morality of the past mixed with many of the culture icons I personally enjoy. Of course, I didn't actually live in this period so I don't know what it was really like- I know what I see on all my favorite television shows though, and it looks pretty sweet. Dick Van Dyke, Jack Benny, Mel Blanc, Jim Henson, Morey Amsterdam, Bob Hope, Andy Griffith and Don Knotts, Lucille Ball- just to name a few of my favorites- were all alive back then, and I could have become the ultimate autograph hound. The fashion was flexible- "hippie" was in style ;) and so was Volkswagen....yeah, it sounds pretty awesome. The era wasn't perfect- none ever is. But as far as I'm concerned it sounds pretty close.
P.S. Really incredibly short. Sorry. I had a crummy day, and I wanted to blog but I am not going to blog about depressing things...nuh uh, not again. Instead, I'm gonna let you people profit from my gloominess; you get another Porky Pig picture! Isn't he cute in a space-suit?! Now were both cheerful!!!
P.P.S. My wonderful grandfather (one of the few I know reads this) is lending me not only a Jack Benny autobiography but one of Mel Blanc too, and I ordered a Jim Henson one. Very excited about reading now. Cheers!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Daily Question; Is Advertising the Adversary?
I didn't forget! And only three days late...
As promised, our first question!!! I think the major challenge is going to be thinking up a snappy title to these things. Anyway, the first topic on our list is...
"Discuss the influence that advertising has had on your life and the life of your friends."
Doozy. The first question had to be something complicated, didn't it? But we must begin the beguine. Advertising, whether or not it has an influence over our lives, is a huge part of our lives, and no one can deny that. There is not one stronghold which the diabolical forces of salesmanship have not assailed. The majority of our mail is advertising, half of what we watch on television is advertising, the internet has more advertisements than Bob Hope has funny lines. We get advertising when we watch sports, or concerts- everything is "sponsored by" someone. Billboards advertise to us when were driving, text messages and phone calls, fliers etc. So it's no discovery that we are being advertised too 90% of the time. The question is, how much of it sticks with us? How much of it actually effects our decisions?
One thing that I've noticed effects me personally, is what I think is best described as "brand reputation". Ever noticed the difference when one of the normal commercials for some product you probably already have comes on, with a real looking set and a well-known song playing in the background? And then there are the commercials with bad-lighting, low-budget sets and terrible sound quality, and your mind instantly flips into "cheap" mode? It's like, the fact that they had less money to spend on their commercial sends a message that they spent less money on their product too. Especially local commercials. Maybe it's just were I live, but man- we people in Georgia cannot make a decent commercial.
So I guess the fundamental question is unanswerable by someone my age. I leave it up to you good folks, should all salesmen be burned at the stake? The world may never know.
P.S. I've figured it out. Since I usually only have time to write one blog post a day (I'm so busy, sitting on the couch watching Looney Tunes all day) I will stay completely on topic in my "daily question" posts, except for the P.S. part, which I will announce my various comings and goings.
P.P.S. I have decided on two things this week (aside from the marriage) I want to read an autobiography of Jack Benny, he is my favorite comedian and actor and someone I admire greatly. And, I am going to get my hair cut to shoulder length. And something I noticed- this was a terrible first topic. Hopefully there will be a better one in the reasonably-close future.
Goodbye, and remember; God is great, thesauruses are good, and Porky Pig is still adorable. Leave-taking!
As promised, our first question!!! I think the major challenge is going to be thinking up a snappy title to these things. Anyway, the first topic on our list is...
"Discuss the influence that advertising has had on your life and the life of your friends."
Doozy. The first question had to be something complicated, didn't it? But we must begin the beguine. Advertising, whether or not it has an influence over our lives, is a huge part of our lives, and no one can deny that. There is not one stronghold which the diabolical forces of salesmanship have not assailed. The majority of our mail is advertising, half of what we watch on television is advertising, the internet has more advertisements than Bob Hope has funny lines. We get advertising when we watch sports, or concerts- everything is "sponsored by" someone. Billboards advertise to us when were driving, text messages and phone calls, fliers etc. So it's no discovery that we are being advertised too 90% of the time. The question is, how much of it sticks with us? How much of it actually effects our decisions?
One thing that I've noticed effects me personally, is what I think is best described as "brand reputation". Ever noticed the difference when one of the normal commercials for some product you probably already have comes on, with a real looking set and a well-known song playing in the background? And then there are the commercials with bad-lighting, low-budget sets and terrible sound quality, and your mind instantly flips into "cheap" mode? It's like, the fact that they had less money to spend on their commercial sends a message that they spent less money on their product too. Especially local commercials. Maybe it's just were I live, but man- we people in Georgia cannot make a decent commercial.
So I guess the fundamental question is unanswerable by someone my age. I leave it up to you good folks, should all salesmen be burned at the stake? The world may never know.
P.S. I've figured it out. Since I usually only have time to write one blog post a day (I'm so busy, sitting on the couch watching Looney Tunes all day) I will stay completely on topic in my "daily question" posts, except for the P.S. part, which I will announce my various comings and goings.
P.P.S. I have decided on two things this week (aside from the marriage) I want to read an autobiography of Jack Benny, he is my favorite comedian and actor and someone I admire greatly. And, I am going to get my hair cut to shoulder length. And something I noticed- this was a terrible first topic. Hopefully there will be a better one in the reasonably-close future.
Goodbye, and remember; God is great, thesauruses are good, and Porky Pig is still adorable. Leave-taking!
I Wanna Be a Writer...And Then Marry Porky Pig.
Greetings, oh you glutton-for-punishment readers.
Sorry, sincerely for that last post. It was frightening, I know. It's really not pretty when a 15-year-old doesn't sleep. And sorry, also, that I have been slacking off on writing too. School's back in, and Dad's been home, and there have been a lot of Loony Tunes playing...but I digress.
What finally made me get off my un-dignified body part was the awesome writer's workshop thing that I went to this week, as a part of Foundations Collegium. It was a great investment of time, and I have gained a lot of much-needed tips from said experience. But most importantly, it brought back into the light my neglected ambition- to be a writer. Yes friends, family and imaginary readers- I don't know if I've said so on this blog before- but I have decided firmly that I want to be a writer. (And no, Papa, it has nothing to do with all the Dick Van Dyke show we watched during Christmas) I want to write drama, and comedy and fantasy- and believe it or not, I know I can do it. I just need to find my feet- my mode, my subject, and the perseverance and time to try. I once composed four verses about LOST to the tune of "Gilligan's Island" completely off the top of my head. And as nerdy as that was, it showed me that I have something of a knack for rhyming. I started re-writing "Pursuer of the North", using more descriptions and less...filler, in the hopes that I can make it up-to-par with my own standards without changing it to much. Me and Mom were talking today about what I should do if I want to be a serious writer, and she agrees that the first place I should start is here, on my blog. So here I am...starting.
Actually, I have a pretty good idea to bring some substance and consistency to this undignified appropriation of literature- essay topics. As part of the aforementioned writer's workshop, we were given a list of about a grillion essay topic which are available to the kids taking a college course in writing. They are all nice, informative little one-line questions like; "Do you prefer shopping at a large shopping center or at downtown stores? Discuss." and "Should government-owned wilderness areas be preserved? Discuss why or why not." So, along with the whatever-you-want-to-call-it that you usually get here, there will be a separate post for the next essay question. Leave-taking! (I love my thesaurus!)
P.S. I want re-iterate. Since I'm going to be trying a slightly more serious and educational tone on some (not all, I never said all) of my new posts, I just want to remind you of one very, very important thing. Porky Pig is absolutely,actually, admittedly, as a matter of fact, assuredly, authentically, beyond doubt,categorically, certainly, de-facto, easily,
for real, genuinely, honestly, in actuality, in effect, in fact, in point of fact, in reality, indeed, indubitably, legitimately, literally, no ifs ands or buts, nothing else but, of course, positively, precisely,surely, truly,undoubtedly, unmistakably, unquestionably, verily, well ADORABLE!!! ( I LOVE the thesaurus!!) If you don't believe me, go here and listen for yourself. It's the top one, "Blue Christmas" Your very welcome.
P.P.S Yes, the first question will be posted today...soon. And Yes, I still actually do plan to review "Toy Story 3". A Thousand Promises.
Sorry, sincerely for that last post. It was frightening, I know. It's really not pretty when a 15-year-old doesn't sleep. And sorry, also, that I have been slacking off on writing too. School's back in, and Dad's been home, and there have been a lot of Loony Tunes playing...but I digress.
What finally made me get off my un-dignified body part was the awesome writer's workshop thing that I went to this week, as a part of Foundations Collegium. It was a great investment of time, and I have gained a lot of much-needed tips from said experience. But most importantly, it brought back into the light my neglected ambition- to be a writer. Yes friends, family and imaginary readers- I don't know if I've said so on this blog before- but I have decided firmly that I want to be a writer. (And no, Papa, it has nothing to do with all the Dick Van Dyke show we watched during Christmas) I want to write drama, and comedy and fantasy- and believe it or not, I know I can do it. I just need to find my feet- my mode, my subject, and the perseverance and time to try. I once composed four verses about LOST to the tune of "Gilligan's Island" completely off the top of my head. And as nerdy as that was, it showed me that I have something of a knack for rhyming. I started re-writing "Pursuer of the North", using more descriptions and less...filler, in the hopes that I can make it up-to-par with my own standards without changing it to much. Me and Mom were talking today about what I should do if I want to be a serious writer, and she agrees that the first place I should start is here, on my blog. So here I am...starting.
Actually, I have a pretty good idea to bring some substance and consistency to this undignified appropriation of literature- essay topics. As part of the aforementioned writer's workshop, we were given a list of about a grillion essay topic which are available to the kids taking a college course in writing. They are all nice, informative little one-line questions like; "Do you prefer shopping at a large shopping center or at downtown stores? Discuss." and "Should government-owned wilderness areas be preserved? Discuss why or why not." So, along with the whatever-you-want-to-call-it that you usually get here, there will be a separate post for the next essay question. Leave-taking! (I love my thesaurus!)
P.S. I want re-iterate. Since I'm going to be trying a slightly more serious and educational tone on some (not all, I never said all) of my new posts, I just want to remind you of one very, very important thing. Porky Pig is absolutely,actually, admittedly, as a matter of fact, assuredly, authentically, beyond doubt,categorically, certainly, de-facto, easily,
for real, genuinely, honestly, in actuality, in effect, in fact, in point of fact, in reality, indeed, indubitably, legitimately, literally, no ifs ands or buts, nothing else but, of course, positively, precisely,surely, truly,undoubtedly, unmistakably, unquestionably, verily, well ADORABLE!!! ( I LOVE the thesaurus!!) If you don't believe me, go here and listen for yourself. It's the top one, "Blue Christmas" Your very welcome.
P.P.S Yes, the first question will be posted today...soon. And Yes, I still actually do plan to review "Toy Story 3". A Thousand Promises.
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