I can't remember if Vali Myers said this to my face or if it was in the documentary about her life, but she once described a certain man in her life as an "academic" (or 'intellectual') and rolled her eyes with exasperation.
Kinda how I feel when I read this NYT article on the academic treatment of The Big Lebowski.
He writes about how Leon Trotsky is “doubly implicated” in the White Russian, first because he helped defeat the anti-Communist White Russian army during the Russian civil war, and second because he later fled to Mexico, “Kahlúa’s country of origin.” Mr. Owens suggests that the Dude has a kind of “Trotskian positionality.”
Do that. I'll be over here going through your stuff.Years ago, when Wayne's World came out, Mike Myers appeared in a satellite interview on Vizard (an Australian Letterman clone.) By way of comedic destabilisation, 3/4ths through the interview Vizard asked Myers if Rob Lowe was a dickhead. Myers and Carvey genuinely broke on camera, unable to get over that a TV host could ask a question like that - even in jest - on national TV.
With that in mind, here's a quote from today's copy of The Age about the trains the government bought to overhaul our Connex-fuxxored transport system;
(Rail Tram and Bus Union locomotive president) Mr Sheedy said the new trains were not of the quality needed for Melbourne's network. ''You get what you pay for, and they did: these trains are cheap and nasty overseas shit and drivers aren't happy with them,'' he said.
Australia's young, subscribes to behaviour that'll embarrass it once it hits maturity and dresses weird, but I do like that it just comes out and says it like it is.
Grow new teeth.
Instead of false teeth, a small ball of cells capable of growing into a new tooth would be implanted where the missing one used to be.
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Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins split. I don't normally pay attention to this sort of thing, but that's actually a bit sad. So's the inane "noooo there's no hope for any of us!" responses on Twitter. That's the spirit, ya water-headed crybaby.
4 hours to go. Whoo.
Dr. Bonanno has not written a self-help book in the ordinary sense, but his message winds up being just about as comforting as if he had. Don’t worry, he says. When the worst possible news breaks, you will almost certainly get through it unscathed. Almost everyone does. And if your friends and neighbors mutter that you aren’t grieving normally, don’t worry; you probably are.
In other cultures, Dr. Bonanno points out, it is the ceremonies of death that are the focus of public attention; the community makes sure they are carried out with precision. In our own navel-inspecting society, it is the emotions of death that well-meaning observers focus on instead. Why isn’t that widow shedding at least one little tear? How could the boyfriend be off at the ballgame like that? What is wrong with that bizarrely cheerful orphaned child? Surely they all need therapy.
You might have heard the story about Christian the lion, bought as a cub from Harrods by two Englishmen, later turned loose into the wild and reunited with them some years later. I think it was made into a documentary.
Anyway, he was affectionate and would often leap up to greet them when they returned home. On one occasion a friend of theirs came with them, wearing a party dress purchased from a fashionable salon. Christian came running down the stairs as he always did, meaning to rear up and headbump the visitor. Instead he tripped on the stairs and crashed into the guest, front paws first, and tore the dress to the ground, destroying it and leaving her standing there in her underwear.
Thirty years later they still haven't heard the end of it.
This story brought to you by my need to stay awake.
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