"Who's the cat who won't cop out when there's danger all about?"
Good 8:07 to all my dudes and dudettes out there in TV land. We now rejoin our program, already in progress.
Some of you may recall an earlier posting in which I told the story of, what I like to call, the Guttenberg phenomenon. Which is to say through the miracle of the cable television I's able to flip back and forth between two Steve Guttenberg films. Think of it as the Caine/Hackman theory without any Academy Awards. Or Academy Award nominations. Or a respectable body of work.
Well, you'll all be pleased to hear Police Academy was on a couple of nights back. The Guttenberg trifecta has been completed. Did you know the black guy who makes all the funny noises was the voice of Gizmo from Gremlins? Yeah, don't remember the guy's name, but I'm sure he'll be on Hollywood Squares at some point this week.
So no up-to-the-minute updates on the book. Ideas are fomenting in me noggin though. I've very loosely outlined/summarized some of the back story, but that will be a very minor portion of the book. For the most part I'll just be keeping a journal around and jotting any ol' idea that pops into my gray matter.
Hey, quick question....in The Jerk and in My Blue Heaven Steve Martin's characters owned dogs who had curse words for names. That wasn't the question, hence the period. Question is, which do you find funnier Shithead (from The Jerk) or Vaffanculo (from My Blue Heaven)?
I'm going with vaffanculo. Cause Italian is just funny. Try speaking some, I'll bet you laugh. Say it with me....linguini....spaghetti....Mussolini....see, it's funny.
So I'm from Minnesota, some of you may not know that. The other day Minnesota lost one of its "heroes" when Kirby Puckett passed away following a stroke. Now I throw the quotes around heroes not because I have any problem with Mr. Puckett, I just question the application of the term to sports personalities. Paul Wellstone...he was a Minnesota hero. Having said that, I will not forget the moments Kirby Puckett brought to this Minnesota Twins fan. He was also the great "everyman" in sports. Few, if any, of us will have the chiseled physique of a Mark McGwire of Barry Bonds, but any one of us could grow an ass like Puck's.
Gordon Parks also passed a day or two ago. By directing Shaft! he earned a place in the Cool Hall of Fame, but he was also one of the pre-eminent photojournalists of the 40's going into the 60's when he worked for Life magazine.
As I'm fully aware of how closely each of you likes to follow the day to day of what I like to call the Business of Jeff, I thought I'd toss out an update. The lovely Brook and I will be embarked on our voyage to our nation's capitol this weekend. It involves flying in one of these motorized dirigibles everyone keeps talking about. So what's an average flight altitude....15,000 feet? I don't know, the point is...is it really the Mile-High Club? Or would it be the 2.6-something Mile-High Club? Anyway....now that the FAA is tracking my every movement....I continue with my subversive behavior.
So be watching CNN, MSNBC, Headline News and other non-Fox News channels for the live coverage of what I'm calling, tentatively at this point, the One Man March. I'll be leading the march myself, so I'm pretty excited. Oh, and if any of you knows a bail bondsman in the greater Washington, D.C. area....
The lovely Brook plans on getting tatted up while we're on the trip. If I have the extra cash money I will, of course, be joining her in skin defacement.
That's enough for the pre-summary of the trip, stay tuned for an actual summary of trip when the trip is over, which is when summaries come, rather than before....whatever. I'll tell you about it later.
Until next time....Shut Your Mouth.
I'm talking about Shaft!
JeffRey
Some of you may recall an earlier posting in which I told the story of, what I like to call, the Guttenberg phenomenon. Which is to say through the miracle of the cable television I's able to flip back and forth between two Steve Guttenberg films. Think of it as the Caine/Hackman theory without any Academy Awards. Or Academy Award nominations. Or a respectable body of work.
Well, you'll all be pleased to hear Police Academy was on a couple of nights back. The Guttenberg trifecta has been completed. Did you know the black guy who makes all the funny noises was the voice of Gizmo from Gremlins? Yeah, don't remember the guy's name, but I'm sure he'll be on Hollywood Squares at some point this week.
So no up-to-the-minute updates on the book. Ideas are fomenting in me noggin though. I've very loosely outlined/summarized some of the back story, but that will be a very minor portion of the book. For the most part I'll just be keeping a journal around and jotting any ol' idea that pops into my gray matter.
Hey, quick question....in The Jerk and in My Blue Heaven Steve Martin's characters owned dogs who had curse words for names. That wasn't the question, hence the period. Question is, which do you find funnier Shithead (from The Jerk) or Vaffanculo (from My Blue Heaven)?
I'm going with vaffanculo. Cause Italian is just funny. Try speaking some, I'll bet you laugh. Say it with me....linguini....spaghetti....Mussolini....see, it's funny.
So I'm from Minnesota, some of you may not know that. The other day Minnesota lost one of its "heroes" when Kirby Puckett passed away following a stroke. Now I throw the quotes around heroes not because I have any problem with Mr. Puckett, I just question the application of the term to sports personalities. Paul Wellstone...he was a Minnesota hero. Having said that, I will not forget the moments Kirby Puckett brought to this Minnesota Twins fan. He was also the great "everyman" in sports. Few, if any, of us will have the chiseled physique of a Mark McGwire of Barry Bonds, but any one of us could grow an ass like Puck's.
Gordon Parks also passed a day or two ago. By directing Shaft! he earned a place in the Cool Hall of Fame, but he was also one of the pre-eminent photojournalists of the 40's going into the 60's when he worked for Life magazine.
As I'm fully aware of how closely each of you likes to follow the day to day of what I like to call the Business of Jeff, I thought I'd toss out an update. The lovely Brook and I will be embarked on our voyage to our nation's capitol this weekend. It involves flying in one of these motorized dirigibles everyone keeps talking about. So what's an average flight altitude....15,000 feet? I don't know, the point is...is it really the Mile-High Club? Or would it be the 2.6-something Mile-High Club? Anyway....now that the FAA is tracking my every movement....I continue with my subversive behavior.
So be watching CNN, MSNBC, Headline News and other non-Fox News channels for the live coverage of what I'm calling, tentatively at this point, the One Man March. I'll be leading the march myself, so I'm pretty excited. Oh, and if any of you knows a bail bondsman in the greater Washington, D.C. area....
The lovely Brook plans on getting tatted up while we're on the trip. If I have the extra cash money I will, of course, be joining her in skin defacement.
That's enough for the pre-summary of the trip, stay tuned for an actual summary of trip when the trip is over, which is when summaries come, rather than before....whatever. I'll tell you about it later.
Until next time....Shut Your Mouth.
I'm talking about Shaft!
JeffRey
posted by The Crazy Leftist at 6:03 AM
2 Comments:
Shithead...because "The Jerk" is one of the greatest comedies of all time. Fuck that, it is THE GREATEST comedy of all time. Disagree if you like, but you will be wrong.
Also, if you are flying at 15,000 feet, you are too low and will have lots of turbulent fun. To avoid this, you will fly at something closer to 30,000 feet. At a mile high, you still have to have your seatbelt on.
Thanks Fuller!
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