Today is ThatChris's birthday. He is 35 and a frequent poster here at Wise Drivel. You may email him at tchris131@yahoo.com to convey a birthday greeting.
As many have predicted, A Mighty Wind has received an Academy Award nomination. Well, sort of.
Actually, the nomination goes to Michael McKean and his wife Annette O'Toole, who wrote the movie's signature song Kiss at the End of the Rainbow, which has been nominated for best song.
I hope they get Mitch and Mickey to perform it at the ceremony.
I hope it wins, but I think it's unlikely. Then again, if Eminem can win an Oscar, maybe Lenny can too.
They're getting underway with Meet the Fockers, the sequel to Ben Stiller's hit Meet the Parents. The original cast of MTP will return (Stiller, Teri Polo, Robert DeNiro, Blythe Danner, Owen Wilson, etc), as well as two additional actors playing Ben Stiller's parents.
Some have said that the logical and most entertaining casting here would be Jerry Stiller and Anne Meara, Ben Stiller's actual, real-life parents. Or at least Jerry Stiller (better known as George's Dad on Seinfeld) and some other actress.
Instead, they have cast Dustin Hoffman as Mr Focker. I can live with this.
They're trying to get Barbara Streisand to play Mrs Focker. Barbara Streisand. Hmmm. It may work.
Babs hasn't decided yet, but she's their first choice. She hasn't made a movie in eight years. I didn't like the idea at first, but it's starting to grow on me.
If you haven't seen Meet the Parents, rent it tonight. It's fun. And miles better than Along Came Polly.
I'm surprised that all of Chattablogs isn't abuzz with talk of the King of Pop and his recent legal troubles.
MJ pled not guilty at his arraignment today. Way to go, Mikey. You show 'em.
Remember back in 1983, when Thriller was killer and Michael Jackson was on fire -- figuratively speaking, of course... he wasn't literally on fire until '84.
He wore the red jacket with all the zippers, the one glove, and (gasp!) sunglasses inside.
We thought he was weird then.
Now we look at pictures of him from 1983 and say, Oh yeah, that's back when he was normal.
Funny how our standards change, isn't it? We see pictures of Madonna from 1985 and say, that's from when she was harmless.
Sorry for the lack of bloggery recently.
School started back up and the new semester brings with it quite a few demands on my time.
Also, now that I'm writing a column for a major metropolitain newspaper, I try to save my best stuff for the reading public. I guess I shouldn't do that to you. Sorry.
There are several laws that govern conversation. Here are some of them:
The seventeen minute law states that, within a group of people engaged in conversation, there will be a lull in said conversation every seventeen minutes. Said lull is overcome by mentioning the seventeen minute law.
The Monty Python law states that any and all socially-oriented conversations between more than one intelligent people will contain at least one Monty Python reference. This holds true even if those involved in the conversation don't realize that it is happening.
The female angst tailspin law states that any female who is talking about something that bothers her will launch into a downwardly spiraling progression of all things that bother her, as if they are all related and actually part of one big problem she faces on a daily basis
The flatulence law states that the topic of any sustained conversation between males only will eventually turn to flatulence. Gradually, flatulence itself will replace actual conversation until the women show up.
Any other conversational laws you know of?
There's a class that meets in my classroom during my free period. It's a joint-enrollment college algebra class taught by a prof from Northwest Tech. It's a small class, but almost half of the students were former Algebra II students of mine.
One such student, who had me for both Algebra I and Algebra II, just asked a question that she should have known already because I went over it and over it when I taught her. Yet when the prof answered it, she acted like she's never heard of it.
I shot her a dirty look, but she's across the room from my desk and she didn't see me. Another one of my former students saw me and seemed to sympatize. Maybe I did get through to a few of them.
I read today where Hugh Hefner said he'd like to have Britney Spears as a girlfriend.
This is amazing. Why hasn't anyone else thought of this? I'm thinking Hugh will need to wait in line behind about 50 million other guys who said it before he did.
Then I read further, where HH said he's like to see Britney as a centerfold in Playboy.
Umm, guess what, Hugh... That makes you just like half the males on the planet.
Hey, Hugh, have an original thought for once.
Or, as Mick Jagger said when Hugh Hefner was assaulting Gavin McCloud:
Hey, Hugh! Get off of McCloud!
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I'm trying to sell a 1994 Honda Accord EX. Here are the specs:
127,500 miles
ext white, int beige
4 door
5 speed
leather
sun/moon roof
power locks, windows, seat
cruise control
AM/FM/cass/6 disk CD changer
excellent condition
oil changed every 3K miles
2 owners; never wrecked
not driven by teenagers, but would make a perfect first car for one.
Asking $4990.
If interested, post a comment with an email address where I can reach you.
Christmas holidays are over and it was back to work today for teachers all over the country.
We have 2 days to get ready before the heathens come back on Wednesday. With only 2 days to prepare for an onslaught of new students and classes, you'd think we'd be making the best of our time.
No.
Today was wasted on some pretty worthless staff development and faculty meetings. That gives me exactly one day to get ready for the beginning of the new semester.
And it's cold.