Today Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died. I was a generation too late for either to have the kind of impact they had on other folks, but it's still pretty shocking stuff. Besides being pretty big pop-cultural touchstones, they're both about the same ages as my parents, which freaks me out a little bit. I mean, neither was that old and they're gone. My brother Kerr, who's a bit of a Michael Jackson music enthusiast, seems pretty let down by the whole thing.
I'm not dumb. Even with the tomato and lettuce and all that nachos can't be that great for you. But I do enjoy a good plate of nachos. I suppose I could make them at home, but I'm a lazy eater; when I'm hungry I'm all business, no frills, from the fridge to my plate. Getting from hunger to food with the shortest distance and all that. Not that I short-change meals or anything, but I eat as I'm cooking, usually going from one bit of food to the next. That sounds pretty bad, but it works. I start with rice or vegetables and prepare the more complicated course while I'm having that. So I usually have nachos at restaurants. But even then, that's infrequent, because, like I said I'm all business when it comes to meals.
When I go to a restaurant it's for something substantial. Not nachos which I'd probably have too much of and fill up on them, throwing the whole meal off. That said, there are times when I go to a restaurant specifically for nachos -- there's a great place a few minutes from home that has a great nacho platter that I enjoy every now and then. I still wish I could have nachos more often, but I guess if I had it with greater frequency it'd lose the punch when I do have them, and I'd probably feel more guilt about all that cheese and such.
And that's me talking about nachos. Don't worry, I promise the next post will be slightly more interesting. Unless you're a nacho enthusiast, in which case this must've been something else for you, huh.
Here we go with the latest batch of interesting clips I've come across on Youtube, as always in lieu of actual content or insightful commentary. Enjoy.
(A warning for the easily offended out there -- some of the clips contain "language" that may shock the young and stun the elderly. I'm not going to say which ones though. Think of it as a game or something, I suppose. Although I probably could've pointed them out more clearly. But this whole post is designed to give me less work, so there you go. But just so I don't come across totally shiftless, you can probably tell which ones I'm talking about from their titles. I guess that kind of saves face for me.)
Which is kind of lame, especially since his "death" (and I say that with the possibility that it'll turn out he never died in the first place) gave the comic title a real shot in the arm and drew it a lot of outside attention. Heck, Stephen Colbert still has the shield he was given as per Cap's will hanging on the wall of his set.
Not that I ever expected them to keep Captain America dead for any great length of time, but bringing him back barely two years after they killed him off in the first place is... well, it's kind of a joke on how comic book characters keep coming back to life and is going to cheese off a lot of folks who were drawn in because of his death and the direction the book took, and folks like me who kind of like Bucky as Captain America.
Plus wouldn't something other than the totally expected "surprise announcement" have been fun? Seems like all of the build-up and hub-bub called for it. I wonder what this'll do to the value of the issue he died in. Not that I'm that kind of person, but I paid 15 bucks for the bloody thing.
I think I really enjoy Patrick Stewart in a way that has nothing to do with Star Trek. It's not that I've never seen an episode of it or that I didn't enjoy the show I suppose, but I don't think any of my fondness for the man has anything to do with that. Curiously I'm probably more indifferent than anything when it comes Star Trek (or rather Star Trek: The Next Generation -- figured I ought to be clear on that one since there's a half dozen different 'Treks out there). I say curiously since I can usually get into stuff like that with all of the mythology and continuity and all that, but when I see it's on TV I try to see what's going on, but I usually wind up flipping the channel within minutes. Might have something to do with the whole "reset button" they hit at the end of every show preventing change and development, might have something to do with the fact I already saw most of the episodes back when I was 10. Or alternately, maybe it just seems like I've seen every show.
Anyway, what was my point before I started ripping on Star Trek: The Next Generation? Yeah, so I caught a rerun of Extras the other day, and it was the episode with Patrick Stewart and the bit where he describes the script he'd written. Check out the clip to see what I'm talking about -- it was probably my favorite bit of the whole run of the show. Besides that, the man was the perfect Professor X (and he reprised the role in several X-Men video games, which is pretty neat too), and he's doing good work on American Dad, even if I enjoyed his guest shot on Family Guy with the Star Trek cast more than anything I've seen him do on that show. But probably better than either of those was his guest shot on the Simpsons back in the day, where he played the Stonecutters Number One. Just thinking of him saying stuff like "Let's all get drunk and play ping pong", "Settle down, Moe", and "The "paddling of the swollen ass"... with paddles", makes me chuckle.
So yeah, the man's likability with me curiously has nothing to do with the career defining role that put him on the map, but rather his other best know genre role and a series of animated voice-overs that've played off his distinguished nature and voice.
Hm. When I realized this would make adequate fodder for a blog post I guess I figured I'd have more to say about that, or at least that the little I would have to say would be slightly more interesting. At least the clips were funny, I guess.
Today Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died. I was a generation too late for either to have the kind of impact they had on other folks, but it's still pretty shocking stuff. Besides being pretty big pop-cultural touchstones, they're both about the same ages as my parents, which freaks me out a little bit. I mean, neither was that old and they're gone. My brother Kerr, who's a bit of a Michael Jackson music enthusiast, seems pretty let down by the whole thing.
I'm not dumb. Even with the tomato and lettuce and all that nachos can't be that great for you. But I do enjoy a good plate of nachos. I suppose I could make them at home, but I'm a lazy eater; when I'm hungry I'm all business, no frills, from the fridge to my plate. Getting from hunger to food with the shortest distance and all that. Not that I short-change meals or anything, but I eat as I'm cooking, usually going from one bit of food to the next. That sounds pretty bad, but it works. I start with rice or vegetables and prepare the more complicated course while I'm having that. So I usually have nachos at restaurants. But even then, that's infrequent, because, like I said I'm all business when it comes to meals.
Which is kind of lame, especially since his "death" (and I say that with the possibility that it'll turn out he never died in the first place) gave the comic title a real shot in the arm and drew it a lot of outside attention. Heck, Stephen Colbert still has the shield he was given as per Cap's will hanging on the wall of his set.
