Do you know how lucky you were to catch this on film? This is a natural action a mother will teach her child. It is used for defence from jaguars, cougars and other large south american preditors that may try to kill and make a meal out of the anteaters. This is exelent footage! 5 stars and a favorite for this video.Misspellings aside, it taught me something about the video that I didn’t know before and has prompted me to post in on my blog again. In short, no, I did not realize how lucky I was to witness this, but I suppose someone with the user name CoasterZooFreak might know.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
That's What You Do With No Sunlight
Yesterday, I received the following comment on the first YouTube video I ever posted
Two notes: No, that’s not me laughing. I originally put this video up on this on this blog on July 3, 2006, according to this post.
Great Big Globs of Greasy, Grimy Christmas Guts
The wood nymphs, it would seem, have turned on the Christmas elves, with disastrous results.
What Anthropologie tried to do: Deck the walls of its State Street location in a festive, holiday manner. Picture it: The walls themselves spilling forth with a cornucopia of handmade winter vegetables. Lovely, right?
What Anthropologie accomplished: The fact that the cloth produce occupied the squarish, recessed areas on the store’s back wall gave the display the appearance of surgically removed patches of skin with all manner of festering unpleasantness beneath. The reds, oranges, pinks and browns of the decorations themselves recall exposed guts and assorted butcher shop discards. It’s as if the wall itself were the surface of some giant, department store-sized creature that has been lacerated and whose insides are leaking. The white woodland creatres standing before the gooey grossness are presumably there to feast upon it.
The proof:
What you should take away from this: Anthropologie wants you to remember this Christmas — by any means possible.
What Anthropologie tried to do: Deck the walls of its State Street location in a festive, holiday manner. Picture it: The walls themselves spilling forth with a cornucopia of handmade winter vegetables. Lovely, right?
What Anthropologie accomplished: The fact that the cloth produce occupied the squarish, recessed areas on the store’s back wall gave the display the appearance of surgically removed patches of skin with all manner of festering unpleasantness beneath. The reds, oranges, pinks and browns of the decorations themselves recall exposed guts and assorted butcher shop discards. It’s as if the wall itself were the surface of some giant, department store-sized creature that has been lacerated and whose insides are leaking. The white woodland creatres standing before the gooey grossness are presumably there to feast upon it.
The proof:
What you should take away from this: Anthropologie wants you to remember this Christmas — by any means possible.
Monday, December 8, 2008
They Actually Stopped Bringing Me Luck in 1992
Did I see that seventeen-year-old commercial for Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds on TV because the fragrance’s marketers are attempting to trick the public into thinking that Taylor looks like that — with dark hair and unclouded eyes and in eternal soft focus? Or was it only because I happened to be watching Golden Girls reruns at one in the morning on Lifetime and seventeen-year-old commercials for out-of-fashion beauty products are the best sponsorship this particular network can afford at this particular hour?
Yes, I was watching Lifetime at one in the morning. I am not ashamed.
Yes, I was watching Lifetime at one in the morning. I am not ashamed.
I'll Get Every Last One of Them!
These take me back.
Back in the days before my hometown had a proper movie theater, my parents would take me to a multiplex at Tennant Station in Morgan Hill. For ever so brief a time, that theater had a cabinet for Badlands in its lobby and I’d drop a quarter or two into before a screening of something like Cop and 1/2 or Blank Check. I suppose I should note that Badlands has lingered with me longer than those two films. Hell, I even wrote the Wikipedia page for it. It’s a laserdisc game, by which I mean it’s a game that looks cool but isn’t all that much fun to play. Games in the vein of the more famous Dragon’s Lair presented at least TV cartoon-quality graphics but essentially were lessons in timing: an animated sequence plays one way or the other, with a good ending or a bad ending, depending on whether players know when to push what button when. Not a whole lot of skill involved. Furthermore, Badlands wasn’t so much in the vein of the Dragon’s Lair as it was the medieval-themed Dragon’s Lair dressed in Spaghetti Western drag — or at least how some makers of anime envisioned the Old West. (See similar cases Ninja Hayate and Time Gal — pretty much what you would expect.) Regardless, I initially thought Badlands was the coolest thing ever, thanks in no small part to the fact that even the death scenes were entertaining. Fortunately, some wonderful soul has seen fit to compile them.
True to life in that there’s a lot of ways to die, but less so in the sense that many of them in Badlands involve space monsters and dinosaurs, for some reason. I’m not sure I exacted vengeance on any of the outlaws that gunned down my lady and the youngins much less felled the game’s big bad, Landolph. (I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be “Randolph.”) Also, it’s pretty clear that neither of my parents ever watched me play the game, as it’s violent enough that Mappy or Our Run or even Street Fighter would have made for a more appropriate in-lobby timekiller.
True to life in that there’s a lot of ways to die, but less so in the sense that many of them in Badlands involve space monsters and dinosaurs, for some reason. I’m not sure I exacted vengeance on any of the outlaws that gunned down my lady and the youngins much less felled the game’s big bad, Landolph. (I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be “Randolph.”) Also, it’s pretty clear that neither of my parents ever watched me play the game, as it’s violent enough that Mappy or Our Run or even Street Fighter would have made for a more appropriate in-lobby timekiller.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
How’s Your Mom’s Pill Addiction?
I knew I recognized her from somewhere.
In the end credits to the most recent 30 Rock — which concerned Liz Lemon’s high school reunion and which was amazing — I saw the name Robyn Lively. In the episode, she played Kelsey Winthrop, a popular girl who tormented Liz during their high school years.
A check at IMDb revelas that Lively is, in fact, the actress who also played Lana Budding Milford, the Twin Peaks character who appeared regularly in the show’s second season as the woman who would seduce men who would then die. The death touch didn’t prevent her from marrying both the mayor’s brother and, after he died, the mayor himself within the span of a few episodes.
Extra random: She’s also the older sister of Gossip Girl star Blake Lively, which would make sense of the fact that I read online that the younger Lively would star in a 30 Rock episode this season in a flashback to Liz’s high school years. It would have been great if Lively Junior had been the one to play the younger Kelsey Winthrop.
In the end credits to the most recent 30 Rock — which concerned Liz Lemon’s high school reunion and which was amazing — I saw the name Robyn Lively. In the episode, she played Kelsey Winthrop, a popular girl who tormented Liz during their high school years.
A check at IMDb revelas that Lively is, in fact, the actress who also played Lana Budding Milford, the Twin Peaks character who appeared regularly in the show’s second season as the woman who would seduce men who would then die. The death touch didn’t prevent her from marrying both the mayor’s brother and, after he died, the mayor himself within the span of a few episodes.
Extra random: She’s also the older sister of Gossip Girl star Blake Lively, which would make sense of the fact that I read online that the younger Lively would star in a 30 Rock episode this season in a flashback to Liz’s high school years. It would have been great if Lively Junior had been the one to play the younger Kelsey Winthrop.
Spin the Middle Side Topwise
I realize that the words of the week so far have excluded adverbs, and that’s racist. Hence, what’s below.
Now go forth and be confusing with your directions.
Previous words of the week:
deasil (DEE-zel) — adverb: clockwise, righthandwards, following the direction of the sun’s movement.It’s good to know that there’s a rarer, less comprehensible term to shout when you’re advising someone how to solve a Rubik’s cube. Right? Deasil — which seems to be pronounced almost exactly like the name of the fuel, which was named after German mechanical engineer Rudolph Diesel — comes from an Old Irish word that ultimately shares a connection with the Latin dexter, which World Wide Words notes meant “right” but even long ago was already exhibiting the associations with “skillful” and “good” that we have today with dexterous. Deasil compares with the even weirder widdershins, which means “counterclockwise,” “lefthandwards” or simply “in the wrong way.” Both deasil and widdershins have some association with old witchcraft practices, I’m told. And this makes sense, because I imagine certain kinds of spiritualists had right ways and wrongs ways to dance around campfires.
Now go forth and be confusing with your directions.
Previous words of the week:
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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