Tag Archives: flashback

a little genesis….DODO

Too big to fly, dodo ugly so dodo must die
Doggo with fear on its side can’t change, can’t change the tide
Dot baiter, agitator, asking questions says he wants to know why
Ain’t no reason that money can’t buy
Mink, he pretty so mink he must die, must die

Sun he giving life in his light
Part of the sytem
Friend to man and friend to the trees
No friend to the snowman
Where does he go what does he do?
Does he meet with the mole, the stream, the cloud
And end up at the bottom of the sea

Fish he got a hook in his throat
Fish he got problems
Where does he go, what does he do?
Does he hope he’s too small, too poor a haul
And emd up being thrown back in the sea
I’m back in the sea

Caretaker, horror movie
Only one eye, only needs one boot
Sweet lady, she knows she looks good
Vacuum coming for the bright and the brute

Big noise, black smoke
So pig headed couldn’t see the joke
But it ain’t funny
Ask the fly on the wall
It’s only living
It don’t matter at all, at all

Pimp he make you drool and grunt
He got an answer
One he got a dream of love
Deep as the ocean

Where does he go?
What does he do?
Will the siren team with Davy Jones
And trap him at the bottom of the sea

I’m back in the sea

ABC’s of Television. (thanks Kiersten for the help!)

A is for The A-Team
B is for BJ and the Bear
C is for “CHiPs”
D is for Dukes of Hazzard
E is for Electric Company
F is for Fall Guy
G is for Galactica 1980
H is for the Honeymooners
I is for the Incredible Hulk
J is for Jeffersons
K is for Knight Rider
L is for the Love Boat (original)
M is for M*A*S*H
N is for Night Court
O is for Outer Limits
P is for Planet Of The Apes
Q is for Quantum Leap
R is for Remington Steele
S is for Star Trek (original)
T is for Tales Of The Gold Monkey
U is for Unsolved Mysteries
V is for V
W is for Wild Wild West
X is for the X-Files
Y is for Young Indiana Jones Chronicles
Z is for Zorro

fall guy. I blame lique for this.

This is the story of one of America’s great unsung heroes. I mean you’ve seen him, but you never knew who he was, you’ve cheered for him and cried for him, women have wanted to die for him, did he ever get any credit? Or the girl? No! He was what we call a Stuntman. And the reason I’m talking so fondly about him is, well because it’s me. Colt Seavers. Anyway Picture work isn’t wall to wall employment, so maybe you wonder how a guy keeps his head together? Well one way is to wait by the phone. And wait and wait. The other is to take an occasional job for the court system of the United States of America, where a man is considered innocent until proving guilty. Unfortunately sometimes a lot of these people get out of jail on what we call bail, and run like hell. That’s where I come in. I sometimes pick up rent money trying to find them and bring them back to justice.

*sing it with me, people!*

Well I’m Not The Kind To Kiss And Tell,
But I’ve Been Seen With Farrah,
I’ve Never Been With Anything Less Than A Nine,
So Fine,
I’ve Been On Fire With Sally Field,
Gone Fast With A Girl Name Bo,
But Somehow They Just Don’t End Up As Mine,
It’s A Death Defying Live I Lead,
I Take My Chances,
I Die For Living In The Movies And TV,
But The Hardest Thing I Ever Do Is Watch My Leading Ladies,
Kiss Some other Guy While I’m Bandaging My Knee,
I Might Fall From A Tall Building,
I Might Roll A Brand New Car,
Cause I’m The Unknown Stuntman That Made Redford Such A Star

…I’ve Never Spent Much Time In School,
But I’ve Taught Ladies Plenty,
It’s True I Hire My Body Out For Pay,
Hey Hey,
I’ve Gotten Burned Over Cheryl Tiegs,
Blown Up For Raquel Welch,
But When I Wind Up In The Hay,
It’s Only Hay,
Hey Hey,
I Might Jump An Open Drawbridge,
Or Tarzan From A Vine,
Cause I’m The Unknown Stuntman That Makes Eastwood Look So Fine

Back from a walk to the beach.

I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been
In his octopus’ garden in the shade

I’d ask my friends to come and see
An octopus’ garden with me
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus’ garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
Because we know we can’t be found
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
Lies beneath the ocean waves
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they’re happy and they’re safe
Happy and they’re safe

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden with you
In an octopus’ garden with you
In an octopus’ garden with you

lunch!

watched a 1/2 hour of mst3k for lunch… and now this is stuck in my head… not that I mind.

it was a mike episode, and I didn’t care. 🙂

TOM: Say fellas, there sure is a lotta skin in this movie, i’n’t there?

MIKE: There sure is!

CROW: Yet despite all the acres of flesh in this film, I just can’t come up with a word that describes it.

TOM: Well I can!

MIKE: You can?

TOM: Why sure. [starts singing]

It’s breastakaboobical, chestakamammical,
Pendular globular fun!

MIKE: Fleshical-orbital moundular-scoopular?

TOM: Right-o, that’s the one!

CROW: Is it gluteal maximal, tushital-crackular
Bunular morning ’till night?

TOM: Well, you’re absotiglandular, fanny-fantastical,
Mastokafleshular right!

ALL: It’s an arealogical, autoerotical, toobular boobular joy,
An exposular-regional, batchical-pouchular fun for girl and boy.
A latissimal-dorsical, hung-like-a-horsical, calipyligical ball,

CROW: The most bunular-funular,

MIKE: Fruit-of-the-loomular,

CROW: Frenchical-tongular,

TOM: Wabitaboobular,

MIKE & CROW: [slowly while Tom sings next lines]

Movie of them all!

TOM: Pendular-funular, fruit-of-the-loomular,
Frenchical-tongular, wabitaboobular,
Chestaka-orbital, smorgastiboobular,
Tushita-ticular ball!

ALL: Hey!

[Gypsy enters]

GYPSY: Hey guys, how’s the movie?

ALL: [singing again]

Oh, it’s breastakaboobical, chestakamammical,
Pendular globular —

MIKE: Oh, man, we got movie sign!

On a steel horse I ride…. ’cause I’m wanted… Dead or Uh-lave. thanks seanbaby!

Bon Jovi.

Remember how they showed how being a rock star was totally like being a cowboy? Their microphones were really “guns” and their tour bus was a “steel horse.” People that saw Bon Jovi knew to be careful. Because their guitars were kind of rifles if you pretended hard enough. Also, they might rock your face.

Bon Jovi, I know how high you have to be to start believing things like that. I once told everyone my couch was a magic boat and the carpet was lava. But I have no idea how high you have to get before you start singing songs about it. I never recorded a song about me rocking faces on my magic couch boat and how much of a lava pirate it made me.

It was a nice try, Jon Bon, but nobody really thought you were a cowboy. And we sort of figured out how the only time rockers and cowboys have anything in common is when you change some of the words in our language to mean two totally different things. You might as well have been singing about how you guys were firemen. Like your monitor speakers were firehoses and no wait! You should have written a song about how you were Chewbacca! And like your bus is a big spaceship and the “loaded” guitar on your back is actually a backpack full of C3PO parts. An-and your microphone is a big chunk of meat attached to an Ewok net! Now that I think about it, being a rock star is exactly like being Chewbacca.

Dang napster, and sesame street… stuck in my head.

Saw a monster in the mirror when I woke up today
A monster in my mirror but I did not run away
I did not shed a tear or hide beneath my bed
Though the monster looked at me and this is what he said:

He said “Wubba wubba wubba wubba woo woo woo”
Wubba wubba wubba and a doodly do
He sang “Wubba wubba wubba” so I sang it too
Do not wubba me or I will wubba you
Do not wubba me or I will wubba you

Told the monster in the mirror, “No, I am not scared”
Then I smiled at him and thanked him for the song that we had shared
Well, the monster thanked me too, he smiled right back and then
The monster in the sang his song again

He said “Wubba wubba wubba wubba woo woo woo”
Wubba wubba wubba and a doodly do
He went “Wubba wubba wubba” so I sang along
Yes, wubba wubba wubba is a monster song
Wubba wubba wubba is a monster song

Wubba wubba wubba wubba woo woo woo
Wubba wubba wubba and a doodly do
He went “Wubba wubba wubba” and I sang along
Wubba wubba wubba wubba wubba wubba
Yes, wubba wubba wubba is a monster song
Wubba wubba wubba is a monster song

If your mirror has a monster in it, do not shout
This kind of situation does not call for freaking out
And do nothing that you would not like to see him do
‘Cause that monster in the mirror he just might be you

Singing “Wubba wubba wubba wubba woo woo woo”
Wubba wubba wubba and a doodly do
Wubba wubba wubba you can join in too
Wubba wubba wubba wubba wubba wubba
Yes, if you wubba me then I will wubba you
If you wubba me then I will wubba you

Going wubba wubba wubba is the thing to do
Everytime you wubba us we’ll wubba you

Ernie Questions His Existence

starring Ernie (Jim Henson) and Bert (Frank Oz)

Ernie comes up, tapping Bert, who was reading, on the shoulder unexpectedly.

Ernie: “Hey Bert, it’s–”

Bert: “-Aak-Eek-Aak!–”

Ernie: “–time for our checker game.” (Ernie looks apologetic.)

Bert: “Oh Ernie, you scared me! I thought you weren’t here.”

Ernie: “Well maybe I’m not then.”

Bert: “What do you mean?”

Ernie: “You’re usually right about most things, Bert.”

Bert: (modest) “Welllllllll …”

Ernie: “And if you think I’m not here … then maybe I’m not!”

Bert: “Good! If you’re not here, Ernie, then I can go back to reading my book.”

(Bert does go read for about two seconds, as Ernie starts to get worried.)

Ernie: “But the question is … If I’m not here …”

Bert: (to himself) “Oh no …”

Ernie: (worried) “… then … Where Am I?”

Bert: “It’s going to be one of those days.”

(Ernie gets a pair of binoculars and looks out the window with them)

Bert: “Ernie … (irritated) Ernie, what are you doing?”

Ernie: “I’m looking for me, Bert! (pause) I thought I might be out taking a walk on Sesame Street, but I don’t see me anywhere. (pause) Then if I’m not out on Sesame Street —- I must be Lost!!”

Bert: “I don’t believe this.”

Ernie: “I’m lost! (he’s really upset by now) Out there, all alone, wandering through some spooky forest, or down some lonesome road … This is terrible! (starts to cry) I’ll never see me again!”

Bert: “Ernie!”

Ernie: (sniff) “I miss me!”

Bert: “Ernie, will you stop that! Now, I can prove to you that You Are Here. Now, get our hand mirror. (Ernie picks it up.) Now, what’s that?”

Ernie: “Oh, it’s a mirror.”

Bert: “No, no, I mean look inside!”

Ernie: (looks in the mirror) “I see … me, Bert! That’s me in the mirror, Bert!”

Bert: “Right! And if you see yourself in the mirror , that means–”

Ernie: “That means I must be Here! Gee, thanks, Bert! (smiles at the reflection) I missed me! (Ernie then goes back to Bert, tapping him on the shoulder as before) Hey Bert. it’s time–”

Bert: “Aak-Eek-Aak!”

Ernie: ” … for our checker game! I’m here!”

Bert: (angry) “Ernie, we can not play checkers!”

Ernie: “Why not, Bert? I’m here!”

Bert: (angry) “That’s right, you’re here, Ernie! BUT I’M NOT!” (marches out and slams door, leaving Ernie rather surprised.)

Some of us have feathers
Some of us have fins
Some of us are furry
And some of us have skins
We swim and hop and slither
And leap and soar and run
And we all live together
On a planet of the sun

We are all earthlings
We are all earthlings
Spinning around together
On a planet of the sun

We live in the desert
We live inside a tree
We live high in the mountains
Or deep beneath the sea
We live in tents and cabins
In houses just for one
And we all live together
On a planet of the sun

We are all earthlings
We are all earthlings
Spinning around together
On a planet of the sun

Floating down a river
Swinging through the trees
Climbing up a mountain
Going with the breeze
All of us can have a happy healthy place to be
If we can float and swim and climb in earthling harmony

We are all earthlings
We are all earthlings
Spinning around together
On a planet of the sun

Spinning around together
On a planet of the sun

Random flash of sesame street.

Lower-case N.

In a cold and far-off place
There was a lower-case N.
Lonely and cold, she would stare off into space
And it was known that she would cry now and then.

Lower-case N, standing on a hill.
The wind is very still, for the lower-case eh-en…

(occasional, unearthly “oohs” in background now)

And then one day a rocketship
Came racing from the sky.
It landed on the hill and there opened up a door
And somethin’ started comin’ outside…

A lower-case N!
(She’s not lonely anymo-o-re)
They are standing on the hill
(There are two that stand for su-u-ure)
The wind is very still
For the lower-case eh-ens!

*insert banana splits theme here*

La, la, la… lalalala

Not the smurf theme.

although it’s stuck in my head now. so, you can do that one too, if you like.

I found my old rubik’s cube last night, cleaning out my box o’ stuff I keep at the bottom of my closet. it’s a teeny one, attached to a keychain at one time. It’s so loose that gravity causes it to spin on it’s own. I almost took it to work today, but opeted out, as I have loads to do mondays…. (not like I can do that, and journal reply, and work!) It seems I have another new friend, but I can’t figure out who it is! when I do, i’ll thank you. 🙂

I was reading cider’s post about piercings, and it’s odd, but upon reflection I’ve date more girls with ink and piercings than not… Is it just trendy down here, or have most girls gotten at least a little ankle or shoulder tattoo in the last 10 years? Thinking about the ones ‘m most familiar with, I can honestly say that of the girls I know between the ages of 21 and 40, easily 90% has some sort of ritual scarification. (I’m not counting ear pierces, either.) counting on my fingers, only 3 of 35 girls are ‘unmarked’. I wonder what the old age homes are going to look like? right now it’s what, marines, and other military guys with marks? times change, I suppose.

I’m back again.

Well, grocery shopping went very well. Tried out the new Publix north of me, as opposed to the one to my south. A little further to walk, but I was planning on paying my phone bill at the Southern Bell office up that way while I was there. Unfortunately, that’ll have to wait for later, as the billing offices were closed for Sunday. Upside, more money for foodies.

The checkout girl was adorable, and very funny. If I was a decade younger I’d have asked her out. She had something to say about everything I bought…

added aside. There is a Cran-Nectarine. Yow. A cran I’ve never had before. growing up in Massachusetts near the ocean spray factory, I developed a love-hate relationship with cranberries at an early age. I’d play out in the bogs where they grew (sort of like rice paddies, if you know how swamp plants are grown) and get chased all over the place by my pals in there, when I was about 7 years old. Wading waist-deep in puddles full of cranberry plants, not fearing snakes, spiders or anything else a little boy knows better than to be afraid of. I remember coming home soaking wet, covered with scratches and scrapes, and covered with pelt marks from having cranberry fights on ocean Spray Property. My mom would bawl me out terribly, and give me the ‘wait until your father gets home’ scare tactic. I OD’ed on cranberry at an early age, and wouldn’t go near it for about 5 years… most folks only think of cranberry sauce as something you eat with thanksgiving dinner, but I’d guess that we had the stuff 2-3 times a week. It gets old. The juice, though, is great, cranapple is just perfect.

…flash return to present . The checkout girl. woo. ok. right. Biggest points for her (in my mind) was her “Cheese!” comment, made like Wallace from Wallace and Grommit, right down to the hand gestures, and going up on the toes. I laughed aloud at that, something I rarely do alone and surrounded by strangers, and it felt good. I wonder if she has an older sister. (I try to date within a decade of my birthday. 🙂 )

road trip

We were driving down a long lonely one of those deserted stretches of U.S. highway somewhere in the Midwest, the great breadbasket of these here United States, when Stan suddenly remarked, “Get a look at that, Scotto, up ahead!” I did the squints and saw, to my surprise, a very large pool of viscous black goo up ahead where a good portion of the highway ought to have been. “What do you suppose that is?” he asked, and I said, “Viscous black goo, Stan, ain’t you ever seen viscous black goo before?” As I recall, there was something light and airy on the AM dial as we continued relentlessly forward. I forget what I was thinking about at the time, it was certainly Important in that special way we all have around here, and Stan said, “Do you suppose we’ll glide over the top of it?” and I said, “Here’s a ring around the collar says we find out.”

The front end of the car traversed some distance across the top of the pool before ultimately becoming mired, and the back end soon followed suit. We found ourselves sinking incredibly slowly, and what’s worse, reception was becoming poor on the ol’ AM. Stan said, “We can’t open these doors, can we,” and I replied, “That’s some goo, huh.” As the car sank, the view of the goo slopping up over the hood was duly impressive; the dim neon of a distant street lamp gave the whole pool of goo a rather luminescent quality. Man and machine, soon to be enveloped like dinosaurs in the tar pits, only god knows the dino- saurs never drove Toyotas. As the goo rose (or as the car sank, depending on how full or empty your glass is), we watched it squirm and slosh against the windows, teasing us a bit, and Stan said, “That’s some goo all right,” and I could only mutter, “Enthusiastic, ain’t it?” Soon I had to flick on the dome light, because the goo was up over the roof of the car. It was getting awfully hot and hard to breathe. Then Stan said, “What do you suppose’ll happen if I crack the window a little bit?”

What can I say? We were curious.