Total Perspective Vortex
What really happened to Trillian? Theories abound, but you can see what she's really been up to on this blog. If you're looking for white mice, depressed robots, or the occasional Pan Galactic Gargleblaster you might be better served here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/guide/.
Don't just sit there angry and ranting, do something constructive.
In the words of Patti Smith (all hail Sister Patti): People have the power.
Contact your elected officials.
Don't be passive = get involved = make a difference.
Words are cool.
The English language is complex, stupid, illogical, confounding, brilliant, beautiful, and fascinating.
Every now and then a word presents itself that typifies all the maddeningly gorgeousness of language. They're the words that give you pause for thought. "Who came up with that word? That's an interesting string of letters." Their beauty doesn't lie in their definition (although that can play a role). It's also not in their onomatopoeia, though that, too, can play a role. Their beauty is in the way their letters combine - the visual poetry of words - and/or the way they sound when spoken. We talk a lot about music we like to hear and art we like to see, so let's all hail the unsung heroes of communication, poetry and life: Words.
Here are some I like. (Not because of their definition.)
Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Smart Girls
(A Trillian de-composition, to the tune of Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys)
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
Smart girls ain’t easy to love and they’re above playing games
And they’d rather read a book than subvert themselves
Kafka, Beethoven and foreign movies
And each night alone with her cat
And they won’t understand her and she won’t die young
She’ll probably just wither away
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
A smart girl loves creaky old libraries and lively debates
Exploring the world and art and witty reparteé
Men who don’t know her won’t like her and those who do
Sometimes won’t know how to take her
She’s rarely wrong but in desperation will play dumb
Because men hate that she’s always right
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
Life(?) of Trillian
Single/Zero
Sunday, October 31, 2010
The Halloween Sunday "Dracula Brunch" at the local Hungarian/Romanian restaurant sounded like a fun way to celebrate Halloween. The special holiday-themed menu posted online offered plenty of options for the vegetarians and even the vegans. Eastern European food is not traditionally vegetarian but because of the promise of offerings for the non-animal-eating members of the group combined with Romanian wine tasting the group enthusiastically made a reservation.
Judgment blurred from the free and liberally flowing Carpathian-region wine offered by the proprietor, they didn't notice when one-by-one the vegetarians in the group didn't return from the pastry buffet.
They were unaware that vampires scoff at vegetarians and view them as cheap, disposable swill compared to the exquisite sweet nectar of meat-eaters' blood.
They were too drunk and too busy enjoying the Eastern European fare to realize the Halloween Dracula-themed brunch was nothing but an elaborate ruse to lure in trusting vegetarians so the vampire proprietors could ensnare the non-meat-eating patrons, let the young ones suck their blood as a holiday treat, then push their drained bodies into a cauldron and serve the up as an ironic Soylent Green ghoulash on the buffet for the meat eating patrons.
The next evening, when they gave accounts of their last sightings of their missing friends (all of whom happened to be vegetarian) to detectives, the Dracula Brunch diners wondered why the bloodhounds incessantly sniffed at their stomachs and lower GI regions.
Friday, October 29, 2010 Night of the Living Dead (original). Dawn of the Dead. Army of Darkness. Zombieland. Evil Dead. 28 Days Later. Cemetery Man. Shaun of the Dead.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sit back and enjoy with a bowl of your favorite treats (Twizzlers are nice....) and bubbling cauldron of your favorite beverage.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Speaking of Tim Burton...
I heard a rumor that he's going to remake Frankenweenie as a full length movie. Not sure how I feel about that because the original is pretty much perfect. Especially considering it was made in 1984 - still holds up really well, n'cest pas?
(This is the end clip, search for parts I and II if you're unfamiliar with the story.)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
This was going to be my Halloween post but I couldn't wait until then to share it and I thought you might want to share it with others before the big day.
Yes, it borrows heavily from 9, but good nonetheless.
