Continuing with the holiday theme, here’s a prototype Christmas card my buddy Chenopup sent around for comment the other day:
What do you all think? Looks like the kid’s had enough shopping to me…
My darling Girlfriend loves Christmas carols. She also loves a cappella singers performing Christmas carols. Myself, not so much.
I try to restrain my inner grinch for her sake — I really don’t like making her feel bad — but it’s so very, very hard when confronted by a bunch of fresh-faced young men who have perfect harmony and really cheesy joke-writers. The genre just naturally tends to lead to cutesy-ism, and that’s something I cannot abide. The one time I gave in and went along with her and her mom to the annual holiday performance by local sensation Voicemale, it was all I could do to keep my nervous twitching from throwing me right out of my seat. (Sorry, dear, I really am… but then, you knew all this already and for some reason you still like me…)
It might not be so bad if all the a cappella groups out there would take a hint from these guys:
That’s the way you do it: cover all the favorites in a single arrangement, throw in a little Toto for good measure, then thank everyone for coming and to all a good night! Yeah…
My thanks to Greenberg for finding this.
Note: If for some reason you want to read more of my grouchy, anti-Christmas-music babble, revisit this classic entry from a couple of years ago…
Well, so much for all my blather yesterday about how much I love Salt Lake…

You are Seattle, Washington. Seattle is the largest city in Washington and the seat of King County. A city of steep hills, Seattle lies in western Washington between two bodies of water�Puget Sound on the west and Lake Washington on the east. Its fine landlocked harbor has made Seattle one of the major ports in the United States. Seattle is the region’s commercial and transportation hub and the center of manufacturing, trade, and finance. Its important diversified industries include aircraft, lumber and forest products, fishing, high technology, food processing, boat building, machinery, fabricated metals, chemicals, pharmaceuticals, and apparel.
You’re probably very happy that I stuck you in a city where you can get a nice view of the mountains and breathe that fresh, cool air. And the rain won’t get you down either. You are very stylish and you belong in a big city with a bit of a faster pace than say, somewhere in the South or Midwest. I think you’d be quite happy in Seattle where you can do lots of shopping and take in a good bit of culture. You could probably stand to take in more culture than you currently do. Musicals and art shows are good for your soul I say. But you do enjoy nature and maybe sports as well, and you’ve definitely got a good city here.
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You know, I love Utah, I really do. I grew up here, my family roots stretch back to the very first wave of Mormon pioneers in 1847, and, for my money, you’re never going to see anything as jaw-droppingly beautiful as the Wasatch Mountains on the first clear day after a snow storm. This is my home, and while I can imagine living in other places, I highly doubt I ever will.
But as comfortable as I generally am here, it drives me absolutely batshit insane when the busybody prudes of this state decide it’s time to dust off their torches and pitchforks and launch yet another crusade against their latest perceived threat to the moral well-being of the community.
Case in point: the kerfuffle over the Blue Boutique.
I just learned an interesting factoid: on this date in 1933, my own home state of Utah ratified the 21st Amendment to the Constitution, casting the critical vote that established a three-quarters majority and overturned Prohibition. Yes, that’s right: because of Utah, the nation was able to start drinking again. Well, legally drinking, anyway. Ironic, considering a lot of modern-day Utahns would probably like to bring back Prohibition, and our local liquor laws seem designed to make getting a drink as inconvenient as possible without outright banning the stuff. But that’s history for you. Times change.
This website here has information about the event, including the text of the 21st Amendment and the one it repealed, the 18th Amendment, as well as a proposal that this should be a national holiday in tribute to our Constitutionally guaranteed rights and freedoms… especially the one that allows us to get plastered if we so choose. Now that’s a holiday I can get behind…
I have something of a fascination for Japanese culture, which seems to my admittedly uneducated eye to be equal parts beautiful, mysterious, and childish. Japanese TV is the greatest, a often baffling exercise in… well, silliness. Consider the following, which seems to be something like the old Candid Camera show here in the US. We’ve got a Spanish speed-walking champion out on the track doing his thing, and a group of phony samurai poised to see if they can get him to break his stride:
I love the dramatic Godzilla/anime-style music as the samurai chase this dude around the track, and the way the speed-walker actually thanks the TV show when he finds out what’s going on, as if he’s thrilled to have had a practical joke played on him. (He says, “Arigato,” which, thanks to the immortal song-writing capabilities of Dennis De Young, we know means “thank you.”) And who would’ve guessed that the Japanese for “stand by” is… “stand by”? Fascinating…
Okay, I feel kind of silly asking, but I’d like all of you reading this to do something for me. It’s like this: I’ve got this co-worker who has built a website for his wife… only she doesn’t know about it yet. For some reason, he’d like to get the hit count up before he tells her about it. Or, in his own words:
…last week my wife had a pretty tough week. And to top it off, she smashed her big toe with a large ceramic pot. So I decided to start building her site.
She doesn’t know it exists yet, and I’m hoping to keep it that way for as long as possible. I’d also like to have as many visitors as possible before the inevitable happens and she discovers it. So spread the word, to everyone (except her). My goal is one hundred thousand visits before she finds out.
As of my visit tonight, he’s had a mere 104 visitors. So, if you have a second, click on over there, will you? Just for a second, just to register that the site has had a new visitor. And if you’ve got a blog or friends with Internet access and nothing better to do, spread the word, will you?
John Kenneth Muir, notable expert on all things retro (at least when you define “retro” as the crap I grew up watching on TV in the ’70s and ’80s, and the toys I played with during the same period), today reminded me of a series I haven’t thought about in years, a short-lived horror anthology called Darkroom.
I’ll be honest, I don’t remember any of the stories from this show. Even the episode that Muir summarizes in the blog entry I linked above sounds only vaguely familiar, at best. But this opening… man, I remember this. It always gave me a good case of the willies:
Something about the way movies and TV shows were made in the ’70s and early ’80s was perfectly suited for the horror genre. Maybe it was the graininess of the film stock — since we’ve gone digital, everything looks too slick and polished, so modern horror films have to re-introduce grime through artificial means, and they always lay it on too thick (I hate the dank, sweaty, grungy look of modern horror films!). Whatever it was, I miss it. It could make even a show like Darkroom, which was probably pretty cheesy, look like something. The title card shot with the red light bulb above the logo is just perfect. You know, that’d look really good on a t-shirt…
Well, kids, if you’ve been looking for a definite sign that the Christmas season is upon us, the picture above is probably it. That’s the giant tree in New York’s Rockefeller Center, which was lighted last night in a televised ceremony that I — grinchy-grinch scroogemeister that I am — did not see. Fortunately, however, our special Manhattan-area correspondent Brian Greenberg was on hand to document the whole thing. Click the photo above to see his complete Rock Center Christmas Tree photoblog, or follow this link here. He’s got some really cool shots of the behind-the-scenes preparations (which I guess aren’t really very “behind the scenes,” since anyone walking down the street could see them, but they’re nevertheless things a lot of people wouldn’t ever see). He also provides some amusing commentary that’s worth reading, so be sure to take a minute or two to savor the text instead of just flicking through the pics. (I loved the story about Josh Groban. See, that’s the difference between New York and Salt Lake; here, people are too polite to tell an opera singer who sucks to pipe down, let alone somebody who can really sing!)
Be warned that Brian’s photoblog doesn’t seem to like Firefox, so you’ll have to use *shudder* Internet Explorer. But that’s alright… there are compensations…
From the “Oh, God, I Hope They Don’t Screw This Up” file, the latest peeks at Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull that are currently circulating the webospheres: