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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
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!
Hodey-ohten-doten-day, hodey-ohten-day-o, hodey-ohten-doten-day
going to the bed now.
Hobey-ohten-boten-bay, hobey-ohten-bay
Hey!
Hobey-ohten-botey-bay
go ing to the bed…. now!
Gnite!
ben stein…
his new sidekick is not very good. reminds me of a local high-school broadcast level antics. poopies.
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!
Hannibal
“Hannibal” is the latest in a long series of novels from author Thomas Harris based on the popular 80’s television show “The A-Team.” Harris’ latest effort, as you may guess, revolves mostly around A-Team leader Hannibal Smith (played in the show by George Peppard).
The plot of “Hannibal” involves the A-Team being called in to save a small family’s farm, which is being threatened by a small army of Columbian drug dealers. The A-team must again use their ingenuity to defeat the army, and to save the family.
“Hannibal” is not Harris’ finest effort. Fans who are used to quality thrillers such as “B.A.’s Revenge” and “The Darkness of H.M. Murdoch’s Soul” will be a little let down by “Hannibal.” The plot is cliched, and even the running jokes seem tired. One sequence involving the A-Team trying to get B.A. Baracus (played by Mr. T in the show) onto a plane falls flat – we all know that B.A. is afraid of heights, and that the team will end up knocking him out to get him on board. However, that doesn’t stop Harris from devoting 175 pages to the scene.
There is plenty of action in “Hannibal,” but it still comes at the expense of chapter after chapter about Hannibal Smith’s childhood, and family life. Despite what Harris might think, this is not what A-Team fans read his novels for.
In the end, if you are a huge A-Team fan, and you have read all of Harris’ previous efforts, this one may be worth the hardback price. But if you are looking for a hard core page-turner, go elsewhere. “Hannibal” just doesn’t measure up.
Jackie Chan ‘toon
It was ok. pretty close to his film style, and had some nifty cartoony things that would’ve been spendy to do in a live action bit. I don’t know, though…. hard for me to decide if it works for me yet.
Frabjous Day, Calloo, Callay!
::chortle::
A delightful day was had, indeed.
Got up at about 6am, showered and took a trip up coast about an hour to Jupiter (Juno Beach) where the swells were breaking at about chest to head level with Dave, Cathi, Derek and Luna the dog. (Juno is a dog beach, so it was cool) As the swells were so high, it was a little too rough for me to do any real surfing, but Dave and Derek did quite well, riding for a good 40-60 yards out there at times, cutting back and forth up to the pier. Cathi did a lot of boogie boarding, but the tide got to her, and she came back and rested after a very brief stay out there. I, on the other hand, remained on the shore, tossing the tennis ball and walking up and down the beach with Luna. Lots of really neat people out there, other dog walkers, girlfriends of the surfers out in the water, folks out getting tans. On the boardwalk area leading to the parking lot, I met a lovely family from Australia, and we talked about how spiffy each other’s accents were. The one guy did a good impersonation of a New Zealander, and a New Jersey brogue too. They laughed at my Paul Hogan ‘Guh-day Mite’ bit, and were very prod of the whole Olympic thing coming up. I got some color, especially on my legs, which rarely see daylight. It was kind of sharky out, some blacktips, saw one about 6 feet, so that was the end of that. End of beach day, about 2pm, finished with peanut butter & honey sammiches and watermelon chunks. So good. We drove home, and I took a nap for about an hour. What is it about a day in the sun that wears me out? The Nap was solid, and Newton nestled comfortably along my right side, head resting on my shoulder. I wish I’d had the cam on to capture him… so cute. I got up about an hour later, and gave Robby a ring,to see if he wanted to catch a flick, as we’d previously planned. We went to ‘The Art of War’ a surprisingly good action flick. Very full movie, no boring bits, and quite entertaining. We went to the 50’s diner for supper, I ate like a horse, drank about 3 or 4 liters of pop with my conch fritters. Yes the 50’s diner serves fountain drinks and conch fritters. is good. that was my opener for grilled cheese, and the pickle and even the slaw (which I rarely enjoy anywhere) was quite tasty.
Now settling down with a tape of the Jackie Chan Cartoon, (hopefully the schedule kept on target) I’m not expecting to enjoy it, but I’m going to give it 3 chances anyhow, as old Jackie is just a neato dude.
Tomorrow is the everway game, hopefully finishing up plot thread of field agent researching the source of a new trade commodity…. It’s getting a little old, and hard to develop the character for me. Trying hard not to be a sarcastic wise-ass guy, as the character is a driven, hard ass type. I broke character a few times last one there.
ok, ok, I’m back…
not in bed yet. Red Dwarf is on channel 2 again! midnight every weekday! hooray!
me, and the bionic woman.
Welcome back my friends….
to the show that never ends.
Can I get a Good Morning?
Alleleu! The sun is shining, the cat is playing, the A/C is running, and I am ready for a new day.
Why such a good mood, heck, I don’t know. I’m not going to question it today.
Song running through my head this morning – more muppet stuff… those guys are permanently lodged in my skull, it seems.
If I Were
Kermit – “If I were…”
If I were a poet,
I would write a sonnet.
It would say “I love you.”
Your name would be upon it.
If I were a farmer,
I’d give you a bunny.
If I had a beehive,
You would get free honey.
Fa la la (many times)
If I were a baker,
You could have a cruller
If I were a painter,
Choose your favorite color.
If I had some diamonds,
I’d give you a few,
Anything to show you
How much I love you.
Fa la la, etc.
Did you guess my secret?
I am not a poet.
Couldn’t write a sonnet,
And I think you know it.
I am not a farmer,
Can’t give you a bunny.
I don’t have a beehive,
Sorry ’bout the honey.
Fa la la, etc.
I am not a baker,
Don’t know bread from batter.
And I am not a painter,
And it doesn’t matter.
I don’t need a present,
All I have to do
Is look at you to show you
How much I love you.
Fa la la, etc.