03.16.10 – A Tuesday

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word

obstreperous [uhb-strep-er-uhs] adj. 1. resisting control or restraint in a difficult manner; unruly 2. noisy, clamorous, or boisterous: obstreperous children

birthday

James Madison (1751), John Butler Yeats (1839), Marlin Perkins (1905), Henny Youngman (1906), Pat Nixon (1912), Jerry Lewis (1926), Daniel Patrick Moynihan (1927), Tommy Flanagan (1930), Chuck Woolery (1941), Erik Estrada (1949), Elliott Murphy (1949), Nancy Wilson (1954), Flavor Flav (1959), Todd McFarlane (1961), Patty Griffin (1964), Lauren Graham (1967), Riley Cote (1982), Wolfgang Van Halen (1991)

standpoint

Lately, I’ve stopped going out so much and have been watching more television than I’m comfortable admitting. By nature, I’m a thinker and so, while I sit and watch, I also ponder why I watch what I watch.

I’ve discovered one reason is I’m drawn to certain characters in certain shows and not always for the same reason. In most cases, I gravitate toward the supporting characters more than the leads.

So, of course I’ve compiled a list – Top Five Supporting Male TV Characters. Here is each one with a personifying video clip.

Peter MacNicol as Dr. Larry Fleinhardt on Numb3rs.

Quirky, goofball zen genius who begrudgingly participates in solving every crime imaginable with advanced math theory.

John Larroquette as Asst. DA Dan Fielding on Night Court.

Television no longer tolerates sexist characters as irredeemable as Dan Fielding.

Richard Schiff as Toby Ziegler on The West Wing.

Perpetually cranky White House Communications Director who often broke the rules to do the right thing.

Phil Hartman as Bill McNeal on NewsRadio.

Perhaps one of the most brilliant characters ever.

Michael K. Williams as Omar Little on The Wire.

Possibly the biggest badass in television history.

quotation

There is a chalk outline being drawn around common sense, and most people cannot even identify the victim. ↔ Dennis Miller

tune

A few weeks back I changed the Tune section here. Instead of linking to a video, I’m now embedding it in the actual post. The decision was made mainly due to the fact I’m now, for reasons I still don’t comprehend, able to view YouTube videos on my ancient laptop. With the onset of my embedding capabilities, I’m taking the liberty of re-posting some songs I’ve featured in the past. So, without further ado, here is the video from “Worry About It Later” by brakesbrakesbrakes. It’s one of my top five from this past year.

gallimaufry

Man, cocaine users can’t catch a friggin’ break. All ready no friend of law enforcement, now they’ve got the environmentalist on their asses. Poor bastards.

This woman is doing a bang-up job in contributing to the bad reputation of New Jersey. At the end of the article we learn people actually pay to watch her eat. I’d pay a small fortune to have never been exposed to her pathetic story.

→ This past weekend, most of us here in the United States lost an hour of sleep on Saturday night because of some bullshit called Daylight Saving Time, a process where all the clocks get turned an hour ahead. There are times when I wish Benjamin Franklin would’ve kept some of his brilliant fucking ideas to himself.

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07.21.09 – Tuesday

Word: blithe [blahyth, blahyth] adj. 1. joyous, merry, or gay in disposition; glad; cheerful: Everyone loved her for her blithe spirit 2. without thought or regard; carefree; heedless: a blithe indifference to anyone’s feelings

Birthday: Philip Neri (1515), Jean Picard (1620), Sam Bass (1851), Ernest Hemingway (1899), Don Knotts (1924), John Gardner (1933), Janet Reno (1938), Kenneth Starr (1946), Cat Stevens/Yusaf Islam (1948), Garry Trudeau (1948), Robin Williams (1951), Howie Epstein (1955), Jon Lovitz (1957), Charlotte Gainsbourg (1971), Josh Hartnett (1978), Damian Marley (1978), Rory Culkin (1989)

Quotation: The unforgivable crime is soft hitting.  Do not hit at all if it can be avoided; but never hit softly.Theodore Roosevelt

Tune: Brakes (sometimes known as brakesbrakesbrakes) is an English band best known for its short song, “Cheyney, Cheyney, Cheyney, Stop Being Such a Dick,” credits itself, in the words of lead vocalist Eamon Hamilton, with being “fundamentally responsible for the election of Barack Obama as President of The United States of America.” Hamilton further explains, that without the song, “…it is without a doubt that McCain would’ve won, and died, and Sarah Palin would have become President and Ruler of the Known Universe by April 2009. We would’ve been releasing our new album ‘Touchdown’ into a world in the grip of a nuclear winter, with no electricity for people to listen to the CD, and no Internet for them to download it from. We would still have toured it, though.” Those words may or may not be true, but I’m reasonably sure I’m happy we didn’t have to find out. My favorite offering from the band? “Beatific Visions” off the album The Beatific Visions.

Gallimaufry: We may be witnessing the beginning of the end. As is the case with all popular and profitable pop culture offerings these days, American Idol is involved in troubles involving slighted egos demanding overinflated financial compensation. It all started when Ryan Seacrest, host of the FOX show, received a contract extension for three years to the tune of $45 million dollars. It grew larger when the show’s most visible (and biggest asshole), Simon Cowell began negotiations to make him richer than about 99% of the rest of world’s population. It became a problem when Paula Abdul, the judge most known for emotional breakdows and once upon a time starring in a music video with Keanu Reeves, began feeling slighted from a lack of a big money offer, declared she’s thinking of not coming back to the show for the next season. Everyone better wise up because, while Idol is a big money ticket, it can’t afford to start paying everyone oil executive salaries. Alternatively, despite the fact Abdul might be one of the most annoying people on TV, someone needs to step in get a deal working with the former Laker girl because the truth of the matter is people do tune into the show to see if she will freak out. Bottom line, Abdul’s a bit of a draw. “One weapon of this kind that went off over Omaha would eliminate most of the electrical production in the United States. And we are not today hardened against this. It is an enormous catastrophic threat.” Former Speaker of the House Newt Gingrich said that yesterday during a speech at the Heritage Foundation. You’re probably wondering what he was talking about. Nuclear weapons? Biological? Nope. The man who is trying his best to become the predominant GOP mouthpiece was talking about EMPs. Electromagnetic pulses. He’s pretty sure it’s the weapon our enemies will soon be using to take us out. His proof? A fictional novel by his “co-author and good friend Bill Forstchen,” a novelist who, ” has written a remarkable novel called One Second After, in which he takes a town in North Carolina and shows you what would happen with a successful electro-magnetic pulse attack.” If we’re going to start defending ourselves from fictional attacks, I’d rather start with something more inevetable, like Independence Day. Those aliens were completely out of their fucking extra-terrestrial minds. For all of you out there who think Facebook might be creepy and weird, read the romantic tale of Kelly Hildebrandt and, um, Kelly Hildebrandt. One is a 20-year old woman from Florida. The other is a 24-year old male from Texas. They met when the female Kelly Hildebrandt plugged her own name into the Facebook search engine. It produced one result – the male Kelly Hildebrandt. After a gradual process that started with email exchanges and ended with the male Kelly visiting the female Kelly in South Florida, the couple fell in love. See? That’s not creepy or weird at all. Right? (I’m fully aware some of you are going to find their story insanely adorable.)