December 09, 2008
Because The Mind Is A Terrible Thing...
I blame Sly for reminding me of this.
Posted by Cassandra at December 9, 2008 11:39 AM
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Sly has dain bramage.
Posted by: Sly's Wardrobe Mistress at December 9, 2008 01:04 PM
Gee, Sly reminds *me* of Bob Nelson, too!
Posted by: BillT at December 9, 2008 01:06 PM
Good lord! Did I ever need that laugh this morning!
I think I'll send it to several of my football fanatic pals - they might resemble pieces of the routine!
Posted by: Nina at December 9, 2008 01:08 PM
It was my Evil Twin.
Posted by: DL Sly at December 9, 2008 01:35 PM
Sly is a terrible thing: forget the mind.
Posted by: Ymarsakar at December 9, 2008 02:43 PM
Posted by: DL Sly at December 9, 2008 03:16 PM
The more I think of this: "Because The Mind Is A Terrible Thing...
I blame Sly for reminding me of this. The more I get to thinkin' I should be questioning your *intentions*, because, surely (and yes, I did call you Shirley - deal with it) my friend wouldn't be trying to *insinuate* anything nefarious with what certainly must have been an *oversight* due to the extreme exhaustion brought on by the completion of "The Butt Book" post.......it being the holiday season with all that *love and good will to all*, eh?
Posted by: DL Sly at December 9, 2008 04:47 PM
I wonder if the gay stereotype act in the vid was more funny then or more funny now, given current societal adaptations.
Posted by: Ymarsakar at December 9, 2008 05:25 PM
I know I've brought this up before Like a million times) but there's a great scene in the movie Shogun where after an earthquake that kills several characters, the ones who survive collapse in hysterical laughter.
Humor is a kind of safety valve. So long as it's not used to hurt or humiliate particular people, I can laugh at just about anything. I've laughed at characatures of the President, when they're not angry and vicious because he has some funny mannerisms.
Posted by: Cassandra at December 9, 2008 06:14 PM
Because The Mind Is A Terrible Thing...(to have).
Posted by: camojack at December 10, 2008 03:53 AM
The more I think of this...The more I get to thinkin'...
Medic! Sly's hurt her brain again!
Posted by: BillT at December 10, 2008 07:57 AM
Are you talking about Shogun the miniseries based upon the book by James Clavell?
Posted by: Ymarsakar at December 10, 2008 10:22 AM
Movie... miniseries.... yes, the miniseries. I'd forgotten that's what it was - I never watch anything with commericials if I can possibly avoid it.
Posted by: Cassandra at December 10, 2008 11:20 AM
Technicalities, technicalities.......it's a movie. The only reason the word *miniseries* even became part of standard vernacular was because executive bigwigs believed that nobody would sit through an 8-10 hour movie (with commercials) in one or two nights. Plus, this was a great way to triple the amount of *new* advertising for the same damn movie.
Posted by: DL Sly at December 10, 2008 11:51 AM
The only reason the word *miniseries* even became part of standard vernacular was because executive bigwigs believed that nobody would sit through an 8-10 hour movie (with commercials) in one or two nights.
They have never met Japanese anime addicts like me, then. Some like anime because it is not Hollywood and different, some like it because the story is whimsical and diverse, while others like it because it is a derivative of the unique Japanese culture (with all the craziness that that entails).
And I certainly have no problems with craziness. Why else would I still be here.
Don't feel bad, Cass, I have only read the book, not seen the miniseries. I only know about the latter because purpleslog mentioned it a month or so ago on his blog. My memory is interesting like that ; )
Posted by: Ymarsakar at December 10, 2008 12:58 PM
"They have never met Japanese anime addicts like me, then."
Ymar, the phrase "mini-series" has been around since the mid-70's, "anime" was a bad typo for "animate" back then....a typo which then required the application of brushed-on WiteOut along with the requisite *blow drying* phase before.....unless, you were unfortunate enough to be typing the *final* copy on the special mimeograph paper -- the one with the carbon sheet attached underneath -- for which one was then required you to pull the whole damn thing out of the typewriter to try and scrape the carbon print of the letter from the underneath of the top paper only to then need to re-align the paper exactly on line with the rest of the sentences you've already typed because if you're off.....oh, man is it ever easy to tell..........
Um, not that *I* would know anything about that.....it's just the "Word on the Street", yanno.
Posted by: DL Sly at December 11, 2008 12:12 AM
Sly, at least we know you're not blonde. Otherwise you'd have white-out over your computer screen from trying to fix typos.
Posted by: MikeD at December 11, 2008 11:21 AM
Ooooooh, she's gonna get you for that.
Or, she will when she gets enough whiteout off the screen to read what you said...
Posted by: BillT at December 11, 2008 01:29 PM
Why are you still using a typewriter that uses carbon paper, Sly? Have you not realized that... well, you know.
Posted by: Ymarsakar at December 11, 2008 01:49 PM
I think this is an appropriate excerpt given Cass's comments.
'Will we die tomorrow?' asked another.
'How can I tell?' answered Antaheim. 'But all men must die eventually. The gift of life is not permanent.'
'You say "gift",' said Rabil. 'This implies a giver?'
'Indeed it does.'
'Which then of the gods do you follow?'
'We follow the Source of all things. How do you feel after todays' battle?'
'In what way?' asked Rabil, pulling his cloak closer about him.
'What emotions did you feel as the Nadir fell back?'
'It's hard to describe. Strong.' He shrugged. 'Filled with power. Glad to be alive.' The other men nodded at this.
'Exultant?' offered Antaheim.
'I suppose so. Why do you ask?'
Antaheim smiled. 'This is Eldibar, Wall One. Do you know the meaning of the word "Eldibar"?'
'Is it not just a word?'
'No, it is far more. Egel, who built this fortress, had names carved on every wall.
"Eldibar" means "Exultation", it is there that the enemy is first met. It is there he is seen to be a Man. Power flows in the veins of the defenders. The enemy falls back against the weight of our swords and the strength of our arms. We feel, as heroes should, the thrill of battle and the call of our heritage. We are exultant! Egel knew the hearts of men. I wonder did he know the future?'
'What do the other names mean?'
Antaheim shrugged. 'That is for another day. It is not good luck to talk of Musif while we shelter under the protection of Eldibar.' Antaheim leaned back into the wall and closed his eyes, listening to the rain and the howling wind.
Musif. The Wall of Despair! Where strength has not been great enough to hold Eldibar, how can Musif be held? If we could not hold Eldibar, we cannot hold Musif. Fear will gnaw at our vitals. Many of our friends will have died at Eldibar and once more we will see, in our minds, the laughing faces. We wll not want to join them. Musif is the test.
And we will not hold. We will fall back to Kania, the Wall of Renewed Hope. We did not die on Musif and Kania is a narrower fighting place. And anyway, are there not three more walls? The Nadir can no longer use their ballistae here, so that is something, is it not? In any case, did we not always know we would lose a few walls?
Sumitos, the Wall of Desperation, will follow. We are tired, mortally weary. We fight now by instinct, mechanically and well. Only the very best will be left to stem the savage tide.
Valteri, Wall Five, is the Wall of Serenity. Now we have come to terms with mortality. We accept the inevitability of our deaths, and find in ourselves depths of courage we would not have believed possible. The humour will begin again and each will be a brother to each other man. We will have stood together against the common enemy, shield to shield, and we will have made him suffer. Time will pass on this wall more slowly. We will savour our senses, as if we have discovered them anew. The stars will become jewels of beauty we never saw before, and friendship will have a sweetness never previously tasted.
And finally Geddon, the Wall of Death . . .
I never watch anything with commericials if I can possibly avoid it.
TiVo was made for people like you.
Posted by: Ymarsakar at December 11, 2008 03:17 PM