I’m not sure about the copyright issues here, but yesterday I found this extensive collection of lyrics to musicals, both film and stage.
But will everybody come there?
If you ever vacation in Casablanca, your choice of dining establishment is now obvious. Is it just me, or is it kind of odd that no one has done this until now?
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Oooooooh, this had BETTER be a weekly feature!
Mickey hints that he may start indulging one of my smaller passions on a weekly basis: photographs of the President of the United States in which the President looks goofy. Mickey doesn’t solicit captions, but I’d still suggest this: “Hey, where’s my sprinkles, you son-of-a-bitch!”
(Though I believe that our current President lends himself more than most to photographic goofiness — well, goofiness of all varieties — I’m pretty much non-partisan when it comes to my enjoyment of Presidents looking goofy, and this extends to candidates as well. One of my favorite goofy Presidential pictures of all time had President Clinton meeting with some foreign leaders, and for some reason, they all wore these horrible oversized shirts made of some incredibly rigid and shiny fabric. He looked like an idiot.)
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Your Periodic Burst of Weirdness (oft-times Friday, but you never know)
Thank God for Paul Riddell, folks. He came through at the last moment (here), pointing out that some engineers have at long last given humanity what it so desperately needs: a butt-kicking chair. Reminds me of the installment of Calvin and Hobbes in which Calvin, bemoaning the lack of business at his sidewalk “Swift Kick In the Pants” stand, says, “Everybody I know needs what I’m selling!”
(And if you’re wondering why I’m so thankful to Paul Riddell for posting this, it’s because the Weekly Burst was otherwise going to be this awful item I found via MeFi, whereas now I can relegate that one to this parenthetical note with the warning that it’s really friggin’ gross. Trust me.)
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That’s MY thought, and I want it back!
One of the things that makes me despair as a writer is when I have a foggy thought for months and months and it just won’t crystalize into something “writable”, and then someone else just swoops in and puts it into words in succinct and elegant fashion that makes me want to open a vein. Like at the end of this 2Blowhards post, when Michael perfectly sums up why I like blogging:
“Hey, who needs the Algonquin Round Table or Bohemian Paris when we’ve got the blogging life?”
This makes me feel like the time Frasier Crane realized that the woman he’d slept with had also slept with Cliff Clayvin.
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IMAGE OF THE WEEK
Bon voyage to Friends, which has been one of my favorite TV shows ever since I started watching it, about halfway through its first season.
I’ll have more to say about the show either tomorrow or over the weekend, once I’ve seen the finale. For now, well — yes, I’ll miss Friends greatly.
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How to Discern a Blithering Idiot, Method #86949
[WARNING: short and infrequent political rant here!]
If a person maintains that the recent abuse of Iraqi prisoners by Americans in Iraq is not a big deal because, hey, at least we’re not as mean about it as Saddam Hussein was, then that person is a blithering idiot.
It sometimes seems to me that the right’s basic response to, well, anything about Iraq these days is to stick their fingers in their ears and scream, “No more rape rooms! No more rape rooms! LA LA LA LA LAAAAA!!!” It’s not really constructive.
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You know what annoys me?
People who post to their blog “I HAVE A JOB!”, but then don’t tell what the job is. Harumph.
Anyway, congratulations to Jostein, who’s been job-hunting for a while. Of course, he had to job-hunt in one of them socialist European countries, so he didn’t have to, you know, worry about little things like, oh, dying for lack of medical care if the need arose, but still, getting off unemployment is a good thing. I do think it a bit odd that apparently Jostein didn’t question that part of the application that read, “Do you have any objections to spending long periods of time on a wooden ship and killing people along the coast of Northumbria”, but hey, you can’t figure these Norse. Comes from being downwind of France, I guess.
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Basketball Sadness
A member of the Canisius College basketball team, Richard Jones, collapsed and died during a practice on Wednesday. Canisius College is in Buffalo, and is sometimes referred to as one of the “Little Three”, a collective term for the region’s Division I basketball schools (Canisius, Niagara University, St. Bonaventure University).
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Weird searches! We got yer weird searches here!
For some reason, the rate of really strange searches leading people to Byzantium’s Shores has spiked over the last week or two. I don’t know why this should be the case, but it is. Maybe Blogistan’s water is affected, or something.
First of all, I don’t really know what kinds of foods Uther Pendragon ate, although given the Dark Ages/Medieval period in which he lived, I would assume that chili con carne was not a staple in his diet. Probably a lot of grainy bread, gruel, porridge, tough and gamey meat, and lots and lots of ale. Unless he was a vegetarian.
Second, well, isn’t it pretty obvious how you dissect a cow’s heart? You got a heart, you got a scalpel, you got yourself some good fun dissectin’! (Although, for my money, the cow’s eyeball was a lot more interesting to dissect.)
Third, I must admit that Star Trek‘s Lieutenant Saavik (a criminally underused character if there ever was one, in any franchise) never struck me as the kind of person to play baseball at Starfleet Academy. Maybe I’m wrong, though.
Finally, I’m in the midst of one of my “Annabel Lee” traffic spikes, when I suddenly start seeing tons of Google hits from people looking for info on Poe’s poem. To any of those who might be also reading this, I hope what I wrote about that poem helps, but it should in no way be taken to be the work of any kind of scholar. In short, don’t base your term paper on what I say. If you want to base your term paper on something of mine, go for my Star Wars, Star Trek, or James Bond stuff. You’ll be on a lot safer ground, believe me.