Over the weekend, several of us were staying at Stacey and Shane’s house. On Friday night, Jahnu was queuing up YouTube videos (he recently discovered some of the vieos I’ve posted of him and Jasmine), and tracked down several of the commercials that my family was involved in, circa the mid 1980’s.
A little before closing time, one page would get a key to the lights and the bullhorn. They’d then go up to the top floor of the library, and on each level they’d flick the lights off and on, off and on. And then hop on the bullhorn, shouting out “The Library will be closing in 10 minutes!”
think I uttered the words “Oh!” when I realized what the movie was. And then quickly uttered the words “Oh, God!” when I realized where in the movie I was at.
I meant to do a more in-depth post, adding in screenshots from the movie alongside each illustration. But that was an ambitious idea, and I am a lazy man. So I’m mostly just going to post up the photos of the thing, without much commentary.
There’s at least one poem that’s something I outright plagiarized. William Blake’s “A Poison Tree” is in there. As is a handwritten copy of the lyrics to “Love Kills” by the Vinnie Vincent Invasion (which appeared on the soundtrack to Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master).
This thing is a god damn gold mine.
Oh green Queensrÿche poetry notebook. It’s been so long since we’ve seen one another. I have gotten older, and you still… remain full of terrible, terrible poems.
At that precise moment, I feel that Road House becomes a completely different movie. From here on out, things get incredibly violent incredibly quickly. Dalton (literally) rips out Jimmy’s throat, we start seeing all manner of firearms, and people start dying at regular intervals.
For an upcoming talk I’m doing, I found myself looking up a really old book series called Mysteries of the Unknown. It was published back in the 80’s by Time-Life books, and was from an era where book series were sold via television (and when mailing addresses were also included in said commercials).
This video really got me thinking about mixtapes again. Hearing some of the songs in the video brought back a very strong sense of nostalgia. Even though they weren’t necessarily songs I actively liked or listened to, they very much brought back a sense of being a teenager again.
I work across the street from a Target, and a few days ago… I found myself walking by the toy section. It struck me that, as an adult, I had a fairly decent amount of disposable income. And as I moved along the outer row of the toy section, I started checking out the various Nerf-related guns for sale.
“I lived the boys and their comedy, but it took me 25 years to ‘enjoy’ not knowing what is going to happen on a set. My acting training is formal and I was fresh out of Hamlet-land and the Julliard School. The boys always wanted me to have more fun, but I wanted to be good and I took it all way too seriously.”
Fans of The West Wing, check out this great behind-the-scenes interview with several cast members and writers from the show. It’s been ages since I’ve seen it, but reading this made me want to re-watch the entire series (or at least, the first four), all over again.
The Bionic Woman saves a clueless child from certain death. Also pictured: the world’s shittiest lumberjack.
I’m a big fan of Animaniacs, but though I’ve seen a lot of episodes… I just realized that I’ve by no means seen every one. I just came across this Pinky and the Brain clip via Boing Boing and it’s totally new to me. And it’s totally awesome.
One Strap or Two: The Gradual Shift in Backpack Wearing As Determined by Time, Pop Culture, and Some Dude Named Tom Ferguson
For many, the idea of one-strapping was silly or uncool, or never even occurred to them. “I wore my backpack with both straps, as did most people,” wrote one 2010 graduate. “I don’t remember ever having a conversation about how to wear a backpack in high school; no one seemed to notice.” “I think one-strapping, even temporarily, is unnecessary and unhelpful,” wrote one 13-year-old. A former college classmate of mine even told me, “I now teach sixth grade and it’s all about the backpacks with the extra straps and clasps. All straps on, all clasps closed.”