But apparently, this is a thing that happened in the real world. And also, just about the time pork was going to shed the "other white meat" slogan, anyway.
IRL there is no unicorn meat. And considering the similarity to horses, it would probably be red meat, anyway. So the whole thing is a bit foolish, no?
Did you know that you can sing the lyrics to Gilligans Island to the song "Ghost Riders in the Sky"? Go ahead, try it. Now that you know that, your brain won't ever stop trying to do that. You're welcome. Also, almost all Emily Dickinson poems fit "The Yellow Rose of Texas". (You know you want to--"I like to see it lap the miles and lick the valleys up...." I learned that from the post-WKRP Howard Hesseman show Head of the Class.)
Oh--here's a song I had in my head like, a couple weeks ago:
Someone brought up the show Small Wonder in conversation at work because we have a co-worker named Vicki. The theme is so weirdly retro and Lawrence-Welk-ish to be matched with a show whose premise was basically that artificial intelligence in the form of a small girl could eventually pass a Turing test. I don't think the show ever really acknowledged that the idea of a very life-like small child was kind of creepy in an "uncanny valley" kind of way. Also, the idea of a super-strong child-like intelligence was usually used to accentuate the ironic physical strength of a robotic construct diguised as a child for comedic purposes, while more fascinating questions regarding what really is a sentient being were left unsatisfactorally answered--also, Vicky usually wore the same dress all the time. That's very like a robot, especially if she never had BO. A dead giveaway, if you ask me.
What is worse than having the TMNT theme in your head?
I'll tell you what--you could have Oshikuru in your head. "Oh oh oh oh--Oshikuru!" Yeah. You can't unhear that. That isn't even a real theme song to a real show. Damn you, Two and a Half Men! Damn your stupid souls to hell!
Oh, this video leads to a whole jukebox--
I Dream of Jeannie is not a rerun I often watch--but I've had it stuck in my head after watching "Ferris Bueller" (which is the first movie in which I ever saw Charlie Sheen, who is in Two and A Half Men--he's at the end, as a juvenile delinquent who the Jennifer Grey character meets in the police station. Everything flows. Everything.) I like this link because it leads to some eighties-ishness.
Okay--next thing I post is retro, and well, this is the words to the Andy Griffith Show:
You can't unhear that, either. Again, you're welcome. Isn't that better than just whistling? And won't that be stuck in your head, too?
A lot of my generation drifted aimlessly through life, taking drugs, binge-drinking, never really fitting in anywhere. It's because of Saturday morning programming, and stuff like this in our heads. Will Ferrell is a very talented comedian who nonetheless felt compelled to do movies based on Bewitched and Land of the Lost. Both movies sucked--I blame the brainwashing from the evil movie themes.
For what it's worth, I'm glad I don't have access to the Star Trek Theme with words. That would probably wreck me.
Okay--I have a fashionista bent to me, which is why I needed to link to this picture of Louis Vuitton's version of the fanny pack. I copped the pic from here. There's a lot of bad things happening here--from the typical LV status-bag pattern, to the multi-colored touches here and there to add "interest--to the fact that this thing is mostly brown and pink, which means the designer of this bag hasn't the slightest idea what people wear fanny packs with.
I don't actually sport a fanny pack, myself--ever. First, it goes around the waist, and I am not a fancier of belts. But also--fanny? Okay, a fanny-bag doesn't need to drape the fanny (Ugg, why not say tush? Or rear? Or even ass? Arse-pack. Sounds lovelier already, doesn't it?) But where else should it go? The hip? How many ladies want their hips accentuated? Draping the lower abdomen? Who exactly wants a belly "drape?"
Truthfully, the fanny-pack is a functional item generally in use with sport clothing for joggers and speed-walkers, or other casual gear for people getting their "mall" on at low-end shopping venues. It's not really what you think of as a higher-end or status item. It should be understated, neutral, probably black and nylon, if it should even be done at all. This fanny pack is....simply wrong. I think it might be one of those high-heeled sneaker sort of things. You know--expensive irony. I can't really recommend it unless your income is commensurately humorous.
I get these stuck in my head all of the time. I partially blame repetition--if I've listened to a t.v. theme song a few hundred times, it's no wonder I've worn a groove in my head that coughs up one of these tunes on "instant replay" whenever I hear some key word or phrase. Also I blame age. I'm just not forming synaptic connections at the rate I used to. And then again, these songs are too often deviously crafted with no mere "hooks"--they've got tentacles!
This is the reason I whistle when I work, even when I am not happy.
This is the Three's Company theme performed by Richard Cheese:
"Life is a frolic and laughter is calling for you...."
For many years, the following line "Down at our rendez-vous" was incomprehensible to me. I could not make it out. I suspected there was French involved. But it's a theme song--you don't ask people "Say, um, do you have any idea what they're singing at this point?" This is why I am glad the Internet was invented, so that people would put up whole web-sites with lyrics to even t.v. themes. I truly think kids will learn about the birds and the bees this way, and not just about t.v. theme show lyrics from the '70's. I'm optimistic about our species' survival, now.
The WKRP theme:
Man, I just had this stuck in my head when I wrote about the Big Butter Jesus fire on my other blog--I found a link to the story from WKRC and my head instantly supplied "in Cincinaa--aaa-tiiii". And a persistent earworm was born. I like this theme song because it's kind of a nice soft-rock song, and the "in Cincinaa-aa-tii" bit echoes the kind of call sign jingles that used to be more popular with FM stations.
Now, I haven't had this stuck in my head--lately:
I like this one because it tells the premise of the show in a nice way. John Sebastian, who did this song, is a little better known as a founder of the Lovin' Spoonful if, like me, you are either old or really into '60's rock. You can see him giving an instruction on one of the Spoonful's hits here. I provide this commentary just because, you know, history is good.
The Good Times theme might count as social commentary. But it's also catchy:
Listen to the lyrics. It's about being ripped off and hassled. But it's so bouncy! But no--listen to the lyrics. Why are there some people just getting by? "Temporary lay-offs!" "Easy credit rip-offs!" It also has some history: hangin' in a chow line!
Just saying.
You know, I started watching The Facts of Life right about when I was supposed to be learning them? I also right around then finished Louisa May Alcott's Little Women. Whether the show was The Facts of Life, Golden Girls or Designing Women, I found myself trying to figure out who was "the Meg", "the Jo", "the Beth" and "the Amy". This is a stupid game that I invite anyone to play. Obviously, Blair is a shallower "Meg" (consider the "Vanity Fair" chapter of Little Women). Jo is Jo--which makes me think the writers of the show had Little Women in mind, and Natalie is Beth because....um fat? In the '80's you just weren't supposed to be. And Tootie was ebullient and talented, so she was Amy.
Does this theory carry over to Sex in the City? I could never stand that show, but maybe someone else could fit the characters into Little Women for me.
It is so cheesy. So, so, so cheesy. I don't recall either Love Boat or Fantasy Island really ever being so popular in syndication--they owed a lot to being in that one, magical time slot, in a magical time when people watched really amazingly schlocky things. It would be neat to watch Love Boat now for the t.v. history, though. Legendary has-beens found love on the Leto deck.
Let me leave you with a great ear-worm--an actually good piece of music from t.v. themes that is a pretty neat ear-worm:
The Brian Setzer Orchestra does the Hawaii Five O Theme Song:
That's awesome!
Okay--bonus:
Which reminds me that whenever I get around to seeing the A-Team movie, I'll probably put the review here.
They put this somewhat rough but quite large anatomical graffito on a drawbridge so that it would be raised and lowered. The point?
'We have painted a giant phallus to show what the FSB and Interior Ministry are doing in terms of security for the forum,' Voina said in a statement. The FSB is Russia's main internal security agency, the successor to the KGB - and when the bridge is raised, the now-erect penis stands right beside its local headquarters.
The International Economic Forum will bring together politicians, including Russian President Dmitry Medvedev, and international business leaders.
The penis was painted on Monday, and one of the Voina artists has subsequently been fined by police over the penis. The penis was still visible on Wednesday.
I'm not sure what the takeaway is--crude? Effective?
(I'm not ragging on PSA's, I just feel out of the loop--are these still a part of kid-time tv viewing? I think I've seen more parody ones than real ones lately.)
This might be my favorite--maybe a woman with fourteen fingers shouldn't be cleaning a stove in the first place! Delightfully thoughtless! Anyhow, the feature I snagged this from is over here. Somewhat disturbing are the number of ads built around the premise that women, erm, smell indelicate. As opposed to smelling like a light vinaigrette, as nature would have intended, if nature knew any better. (Or like a hospital. LYSOL!)
This was a peculiar notion I had when I was in my early teens: my loyal viewing of any show was liable to cause its cancellation. It seemed to me that it happened too frequently to be coincidental. I watched--shows died. This is a, well, random selection of the sorts of things I felt terribly guilty for killing--by the simple act of watching them.*
Manimal
Is there some way in which a guy having dangerous adventures that he can get himself out of by turning into any animal he chooses not the coolest idea ever? Well, obviously people thought not. I later realized that this show would be so much cooler if he only had a twin who could, whenever he made himself into some kind of animal, make herself into something related to water. Then the trick would be how they'd combine their powers in a neat way....
Misfits of Science
I think I liked the idea of this show because of the "superhero" angle. I was at the age when, according to Marvel comics, I totally should have started noticing my mutant powers. (Don't laugh. There are sillier dreams to have locked in your deepest heart of hearts than a desire to fly or shoot lightning bolts. The ability to write moody poetry and the sprouting of a reasonably impressive bosom aren't crime-fighting or world-saving "powers", but they were pretty much the only changes I got out of puberty. It took maturity to learn how to use wit and wile for any earthly good. I'm still learning.) This show was gently humorous and eccentric--I think someone should try to do something like it again. (But not if they are going to ruin the idea of a superheroes show like Heroes did. Totally great and auspicious beginning. Became confusing and unwatchable after not even two seasons. I'm still bummed. My t.v. jinx again?)
Dean Paul Martin was the son of crooner Dean Martin, and he died in a plane crash in 1987. Which is really sad. He really had the acting gift and comedic timing from his old man.
Shadow Chasers
Now, I thought this was a brilliant show. They had an "odd couple" sort of pairing of an anthropologist and a sort of dodgy tabloid guy who went "Scooby Doo" in following supernatural cases. I can hardly recall anything more about the show than that. This fact is a source of sorrow for me. Usually, I have crystal recall of the most useless things--this should probably be viewed as proof of the show's quality. I can't recall a damn thing of whatever I read from Proust. But I have theme-songs to more tv shows than you ever saw stuck in my head.
Probe
This is a snip from the first episode:
I liked Parker Stevenson. He was my favorite Hardy Boy, too. I mean, Shaun Cassidy was alright, even if his album sat uneasily next to the mysterious Kiss album whose name I've forgot, a couple of K-Tel soft-rock compilations and the ouevre of Leif Garrett. His genius character was eccentric, and some of the science bits were actually not offensive to my "Skepticism for Dummies" teen-brain. I blame the failure of this show on the underfunding of public schools.
Voyagers!
This was a great idea. The idea of time travel actually offers sooooooo much potential in the way of plot and scenes and story lines--oh, but because it was genre, it got a bad time slot and died like they are supposed to. But here's the fun--it had Meeno Peluce who is the brother of Soleil Moon Frye of Punky Brewster fame. And the sad, Jon-Erik Hexum died very shortly after this show because he fired a handgun with a blank at his own head, presumably unaware that the blank is still a projectile of sorts fired under pressure that could cause damage or kill. He died.
* I realize quite after the fact that my tv-viewing tastes aren't like everyone else's. I love genre and awkwardness and things that feel "new". But I also have a high "camp" threshold, where I tolerate some damn silliness, also. I no longer think I kill tv shows with my watching them--but I do sometimes, superstitiously offer shows whose content I might like, a grace period by not watching their programs for a while until they've gotten popular. So Highlander managed five full seasons before I started watching, but Raven only saw one. I refrained from watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer until the end as well. I remain fascinated by the correlation (which I know is not causation) between dead genre shows and my having watched them.
Said vending machine is located outside a 100-year-old butcher shop and allows customers to buy meat around the clock. The vending machine features meats, sausages, sandwiches and other goods on a seasonally rotating basis.
Here at Strangely Random Stuff, we believe in better living through technology and meat-based apps. This kind of innovation should earn these Spaniards some sort of award. I know not what. Possibly a ribbon. The blog is still new, and we do not yet have an awards-system.
Um. This was a real ad from a long time ago, when men worked in dimly-lit rooms and thin women danced around outdoors and stuck in their minds. They could do this because of the miracle of artificial sweeteners. Fat women never stuck in men's minds because they would never fit in the first place. The Coca Cola company really did a lot of work back then in making women's lives worthwhile by a) giving them good shapes and b) making men think of them.
Biting off some Luxist again, I'm looking at one of those watches for men that I would totally wear. I like men's watches, because my arm isn't terribly slender, and also, BLING!
I don't need to know what price this watch--I'll never even qualify for the loan I'd need to buy it. It's just enough to know it exists in this world. That's all. Otherwise, I'll probably donate my spare change to American Humanists or Heifer or Oxfam or some damn thing like that.
This is luncheon meat with a happy face. For the time being I am also providing the disclaimer that my husband cuts meat for a living, and this is why we seem to have meat pictures in our hard drive. But I also understand that a certain number of meat-related pictures might look obsessive. We aren't obsessive. We just like meat.
This is a concept I and my brother worked out a while back--"broke candy". This is the kind of candy everybody ate when we were kids because we didn't have any money and we didn't know any better. So, basically, any time you pulled your recess nickels together (or allowance money, or "Grandmom" dollars, if you had a Mee-Maw or other relative who occasionally spotted you a little spending-cash) this was the kind of cut-rate sugar product you got your baby-buzz on with. Also, "broke candy" is treats you accepted as edible even if they weren't necessarily--
I'm talking about those wax soda bottles, and wax lips, and those dots on paper that probably were loaded with dioxin and we will either get cancer or mutant powers from them?
Necco wafers are probably in the category of "accepted as edible". I don't think anyone ever ate those unless there wasn't any other candy about. I can't see them as anyone's first choice candy, anyway. Small twists of these were a popular Hallowe'en candy for what I'd call "mean sods" (after Kingsley Amis)--I ate them, but I can't say I ever finished a roll. I don't think the different colors represented different flavors. Maybe they were supposed to represent moods. Grey Necco Wafers represented how one felt about eating Necco Wafers.
Now, movie-theater candy was the good kind of broke candy. I'm not talking about Sno-caps, Goobers, and Goldenberg Peanut Chews--those are good candy that you probably even like right now. They are "worth the price" candy--not broke candy. I'm talking about Good'n'Plenty's , Mike'n'Ike's, Boston Baked Beans, and Lemon Heads. Jujy fruits. You know, the kind that came in a uniform-sized box that you could turn into a whistle if you knew how?
They make gift-boxes of that stuff now for the sake of nostalgia. You can even get them at Amazon. I don't even know if the kids (the kids! these! days!) have a concept of "broke candy"--cheap sugar thrills that just get your sweet-tooth off the right way.
As for me, I haven't eaten "broke candy" in a long time. When I want to get my "sweet" on, it's Lindts' or Scharfen Berger's (I call it "Scarfin'bunches") chocolate. Just a wee little bit.
Although I might still go crazy and get some Swedish fish or a baggie of All-Sorts--that is still primo cheap sugar--classic forms of the broke candy genre.
They also had guns and flashlights that were just a little too big for their hands. I don't remember mine having the night-time outfits, though.
(Back in the '70's, if commercials did not explain what kind of adventures--"She does bionic things!"--your action figure could have, you would just leave it in the box until it was worth money.)
Okay I DID NOT HAVE THIS! Okay? But I seriously remember that commercial. What I also did not have, but recall very well, was this....thing.
This is the more recent version--the '70's version of the doll didn't just eat and poop, but it also started to smell funny after a while. It scared the household animals and had to be buried in the backyard.
If I never took Princess Leia out of the box, got her naked, made new outfits for her so she could hang with the "Barbies" despite being too tall and having totally blocky feet, (which resulted in her being barefoot all the time) and then probably gave her to a younger friend or possibly cousin, that would have been cool. Also, her hair got messed up because the "buns" were hair wrapped around plastic wheels that popped off and wouldn't go back on. But I can honestly say my Princess Leia doll "lived." I never got any of the other Star Wars toys. For that matter, I never had "Kens". Luckily, my Barbies were bi.
These were absurdly popular among the small children of the block I grew up on. There was a chase game based on "Dukes of Hazzard" played with them. That lasted about a year. Then everyone had dirt bikes. Except me. I had a vintage steel-bodied hand-me-down, from I forget who, but it was very '60's with a hard seat on big springs. It was spray-painted an acceptable shade of gold. "Popping wheelies" and doing jumps with it was way aggro. Trust me. Landing the wrong way chafed!
I also had Kiss Colorforms. Also, I remember Kiss Hallowe'en costumes. I think the first album I got, when I was about six, was probably Kiss. That makes no sense. Looking back, why was one of the first record albums I received as a small child was a hard rock album featuring a grown man in makeup with blood squirting out of his mouth? (I can't recall what album it was--but here is a picture of Gene Simmons with blood coming out of his mouth--
Ew!)
Also, why did we play with stuff like glow-in-the dark slime? Can of worms--which I can't find on line, but was rubbers worms in a plastic can of slime? And how does "Slime" ever get to be a toy, anyway? Did people just take an evolutionary step--Playdoh....Silly Putty...."Hey, let's just put gooey crap in a tub and call it a toy! (And I spent hours playing with things just like that.)
Anyway, I was feeling nostalgic, and wanted to share.
The technique, developed by Dr. Jeffrey Mao, involves placing a tooth “scaffolding” made of natural materials in the patient’s mouth and directing stem cells to develop into a new, healthy tooth. By growing a real tooth right in the patient’s mouth, the patient’s healing time is greatly reduced when compared to that required after dental implants, and the chance of rejection by the patient’s body is almost eliminated.
Okay, I know this is altogether too practical--but regrowing teeth? No bridges, crowns, etc? I know this is not the actual point of doing it--but I think people would also like to (as a matter of principle, you see) be able to point to their jibs when at an advanced age and say, "And I've still got all my own teeth!"
And they would be all one's own, and not just paid for.
The Meatman (hey, I gotta call him something!) likes Luxist because of truly gorgeous (but crazy-expensive) watches and gadgets. I like it because of the costly and sometimes quite ugly handbags occasionally featured (I do not know why, but I like seeing very ugly and expensive things--it means that people with money but no taste spend too much on them, which I can't help but think creates balance in the world, somehow). But every now and then one sees something that actually just looks worth it from the design point of view.
This is that sort of thing. It's stylish, it's made of recycled materials, and if it got smashed, the bits themselves are recyclable....and the spouse does not drink tap water.
I do. It blends well with bourbon and provides the fluoride and chlorine my body needs, anyway. But I'd probably drink more filtered water if I was drinking it out of art.
