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All Part of the Show

Saturday night, The Girlfriend and I attended a performance by the Peking Acrobats and were duly amazed by jaw-dropping exhibitions of human flexibility, strength, balance, and sheer showmanship. If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend you see this show. You will be entertained, to paraphrase our old friend Maximus. And if you have children, it’s even family-friendly. Seriously. The kids in the audience were utterly spellbound.

However, as fascinating as it was to see a 70-pound Asian woman of indeterminate age twist herself around so that her butt was literally sitting on top of her own head (and then have six of her friends get on top of her and do exactly the same thing!), that was only a prelude to the real show we experienced on the way home…

[Warning: harsh language and some ickiness ahead, so click away now if you’re squeamish. I’m not kidding!]

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Clean Flicks Vs. CleanFlicks

Interesting… it appears I was somewhat misinformed on that whole CleanFlicks story. According to a follow-up in today’s Tribune, Daniel Thompson, the movie bowdlerizer who was arrested for having sex with underage girls and making porn in the back room of his video shop, was not the founder of the original CleanFlicks business. In addition to all his other problems, he’s now being sued by the real CleanFlicks for trademark infringements. My cynical guess is that the non-Thompson CleanFlicks didn’t care so much about their trademark until Thompson got busted, and now the original is frantically trying to distance itself from him before the “family values” crowd abandons what’s left of its business.

It’s funny how there always seem to be wheels within within wheels when these stories come out…

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My Favorite Obscurity

Over on the Whatever tonight, Scalzi asks, “What’s a song you love that you think no one else knows about?”

I scanned my brain for the most obscure old song I could think of and came up with a little ditty called “My Girl (Gone, Gone, Gone)” by a Canadian band named Chilliwack. This was one of the first 45s I ever bought way back in the early ’80s, right after “Jessie’s Girl” and “Another One Bites the Dust.” As my loyal readers can no doubt guess, I still have the vinyl, but I haven’t listened to it in years. (I keep thinking that someday I ought to invest in a phonograph again and give all my old platters a spin, just to remind myself of what music used to sound like; it’s been so long since I played an actual record…)
A couple of years ago, after much searching, I finally tracked down a CD compilation that included the song. It’s not quite the masterpiece my twelve-year-old self believed it to be, but it’s still got a dang catchy hook, and I love the early ’80s pop-rock sound. Those were the days, baby. And wouldn’t you know it, there’s a video for it on YouTube. Apparently, I am not the only person who knows about this tune after all. Oh, well… can’t win ’em all, I suppose. Enjoy a little blast from the past:

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Heart of a Lion, Body of a Walrus

I have a dysfunctional relationship with the TV series Lost.

It’s like that girl you were crazy about back in high school, the one who had the wicked smile and knew exactly what effect those skin-tight designer jeans had on the young male of the species. The one who grooved on the power trip of getting you all hot and bothered under the bleachers and then saying “no” at the last second, not because she was afraid of the realness of it all or anything like that, but just because there was some nasty little part of her that liked screwing with your head. You remember her, right? And how you eventually got very bored and frustrated with her silly games, so you dropped her and found yourself a nice girl?

Well, that’s about where I am with Lost. I’ve gotten tired of the tease, you see, and I’m impatient for this series to start explaining what the hell is going on. The producers keep assuring the fans that they know what they’re doing, that it really is all leading up to something and this isn’t just a repeat of The X Files‘s endless “mythology,” but I’m still not sure I believe them, in spite of improvements toward the end of last season and in last night’s Season 4 opener.

Frustration aside, though, I just keep coming back to Lost (just as I kept going back to old what’s-her-name and her painted-on denim). Why do I torture myself this way? Why does my resolve crumble and I come walking back with my chin down and my hopes high that maybe this time I’ll get what I no longer merely want but really damn need?

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Semantics

So, something just occurred to me: shouldn’t the Three Amigos more properly have called themselves Tres Amigos?
Yeah, I know, I’m about 20 years too late with that observation. It’s one of those days…

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MEMO TO THE WEATHER GNOMES

Enough. You win.

I am tired of snow and overcast skies and wind. I am tired of wearing long underwear and my fur-lined Cousin Eddie hat and still feeling cold. I am tired of driving my broken-down old rattletrap Bronco because it has four-wheel drive and I won’t feel as bad if it gets wrecked as I would if it were my Mustang. I am tired of having to leap over puddles and ridges of filthy gray slush, and doing weird little dance steps and windmilling my arms because my lousy, worn-out shoes keep skidding on the slick pavement and I can’t find any boots I like this late in the season.

Seriously, I know we need the snow to replenish our depleted reservoirs, and most years I really don’t mind all this winter stuff. But this winter seems like it’s been a very long one, and for the last couple of weeks, we’ve been getting storms about every three days, with blasts of arctic cold in between the fronts, and I’m really, really, REAAAALLLLY sick of it.

So, weather gnomes, just tell me your demands and I’ll meet them. You want ransom money? A helicopter to the Bahamas? A first-born son? J.J. Abrams’ secret notes on how Lost is going to turn out? Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you. Just stop with the snow and cold already!

That is all.

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The Latest THX Trailer

Back in my days of working at the multiplex, Lucasfilm’s THX sound-system standard was still something of a novelty, at least in these parts, and to a bunch of teenaged and early-20s ushers, it was a Very Big Deal indeed. We were proud of the fact that our theater — Cinemark’s Sandy Movies 7, later called Movies 9 — was the first in the state to earn that coveted certification. I remember many debates about which of THX’s iconic trailers was coolest — I’ve always preferred the basic “Broadway” one, although the recent “Moo-Can” trailer amuses me — but I think this one probably has them all beat:

It’s kind of a creepy little animal, actually… what the hell is it? Anyone?

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Putting a Bullet Through the Brain of the CleanFlicks Zombie

Today’s amusing item from behind the Zion Curtain takes a bit of set-up, but the payoff is utterly delicious. Bear with me on this.

The first thing you need to know is that many observant LDS people have a general policy of avoiding R-rated films. Their religion counsels them to eschew profanity and depictions of sex and violence on moral grounds, and since R-rated movies usually tend to have copious amounts of these things, such movies automatically go on the “do not see” list. While I can respect the moral stand taken by these anti-R Mormons, I personally think they miss out on a lot of good movies — good both in the sense of entertaining, but also frequently in the sense of good art. (I think it’s very difficult to intelligently explore many areas of the human condition without including profanity and sex, because life is just like that. I do find, however, that the constant use of the F-word in some flicks gets pretty tiresome. I’ve always said that I don’t mind profanity in my dialogue, but I hate it when it is the dialogue.) Still, it’s their choice to make, and I support their right to make it. And anyway, I much prefer that people who are offended by certain content simply not watch that content, rather than attempting to enforce any form of censorship that would prevent me from watching it.

A few years ago, a Utah entrepeneur named Daniel Thompson apparently thought anti-R Mormons were missing out on a lot of good movies, too, so he came up with a novel idea: he started a video sales-and-rental business called CleanFlicks, which offered popular R-rated movies with the offensive bits cut out so as to suit the sensibilities of the niche market he was targeting. A good idea, on the face of it. There was only one problem: Thompson and his staff were the ones doing the editing. They didn’t have permission from the Hollywood studios that owned the films, and they didn’t have any kind of input from the writers and directors who created those movies.

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Today’s Dose of Copywriting Brilliance

“…the convergence of business and technology has fundamentally changed the way businesses and government are doing business.”

You know what that sentence needs? The word “business.” Really, I think it’s a vital concept that’s noticeably missing. Surely the writer could shoe-horn that in somewhere?

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