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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09.14.09 – A Monday

Word

gadabout [gaduh-bout] n. 1. a person who moves about restlessly or aimlessly, esp. from one social activity to another 2. a person who travels often or to many different places, esp. for pleasure

Birthday

Claudius Clavus (1388), Johann Michael Haydn (1737), Hamlin Garland (1860), Harry Sinden (1932), Walter Koenig (1936), Larry Brown (1940), Joey Heatherton (1944), Sam Neill (1947), Beth Neilsen Chapman (1958), Wendy Thomas (1961), Faith Ford (1964), Dan Cortese (1967), Tyler Perry (1969), Robert Ben Garant (1970), Kimberly Williams-Paisley (1971), Nas (1973), Amy Winehouse (1983)

Standpoint

Oh, man, yesterday was the first Sunday of NFL season, and, Christ, could it have been more dramatic for the Philadelphia Eagles and their fans? I’m completely sure the answer is no.

Yesterday afternoon, Donovan McNabb ran in for a 3rd quarter touchdown, putting another nail in the coffin his team was busy building for a supremely shitty Carolina Panthers football team. And then some 300-lb. dude named Damione Lewis landed all of his significant weight on McNabb’s rib cage, causing some sort of damage, the extent of which is not yet fully determined

Suddenly, as McNabb was writhing in pain on the turf, and FOX Sports was already showing the live feed of Michael Vick up in some luxury box, it wasn’t hard to envision the lightbulbs go on over the collective braintrust that is Philadelphia Eagles fans everywhere.

Later, as Kevin Kolb entered the game and did just a tiny bit better playing quarterback than, say, a robot I might make in my basement out of old stereo components, it wasn’t hard to conjure what every die-hard, bleeding-green member of Eagles’ nation was thinking.

Dogs? What dogs? I sort of remember something about Michael Vick and dogs. I kind of remember there being some kind of negative attention he may have attracted to himself involving something he did with/to dogs. It’s all a bit fuzzy. Let’s move on.

Couple of superb truths are about to be brought to light regarding “the best fans in football.”

One, this city seems to get its rocks off on when a guy, who’s done nothing but smile through all the massive amounts of shit we’ve hurled his way, gets physically injured. (I’ll elaborate more on the McNabb/Philadelphia relationship in tomorrow’s post.)

Two, all the clowns who were so “outraged” by the Vick signing are going to find that feeling suddenly replaced with outright panic over who’s going to quarterback the football team they’ve dedicated endless hours revolving their lives around.

Instantaneously, this city is about to change its tune. Because, while the pointless slaughter of defenseless dogs is, yes, a crime, it doesn’t come close to the potential atrocity of not making the playoffs.

Quotation

I’m always concerned that I’m not being nice enough. You know, people have told me I’m unfailingly polite….But I think those people are all pieces of shit. ◊ Michael Cera

Tune

Listening to tons of really good stuff the past couple of weeks. At least 15 new albums, mostly because of eMusic giving me 50 free downloads for some reason or another. The best of the bunch is, hands  down, Touchdown by brakesbrakesbrakes, known as Brakes in its native UK, featuring members of British Sea Power, Electric Soft Parade and The Tenderfoot. I may be digging on it so much because there are certain parts of the album where the band seems to be channeling Rogue Wave. And that’s fine by me because if there are two bands out there who can gracefully twist an turn through an album like that, all the better. Try “Worry About It Later.”

Gallimaufry

 → I’ve never been a huge Jim Carroll fan, but definitely had a boatload of respect for his body of work. Very sad to learn that he died this past Friday night from a heart attack at the age of 60. He was someone who two of my personal heroes, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg, recognized as a viable voice. his poetry and prose never really appealed to me, but, being the music geek that I happen to be, I’ve always loved “People Who Died” – one of the only great songs to come out of Carroll’s foray into music.

→ I’ll be the first one to tell anyone who’ll listen there isn’t an abundance of interesting people up here in the suburbs. Exception to the rule are my friends who run Liberty Tattoo in Skippack. Talented, cool folks. Definitely worth a drive up from wherever the hell it is you are to get some quality work done on your person.

→ I’ve made an important life decision. If you and I are to be friends, I’ll need to be convinced you have a firm grasp of the important contribution Calvin and Hobbes made to our society. If you’re smart, you’ll start using this as a meter for determining worthwhile individuals. Don’t worry, if you’re already my friend and you don’t enjoy Calvin and Hobbes, we can still hang out. I won’t stop being friends with you. After all, it’s just a comic strip, right? Wrong. That was just a test. Hopefully you passed.