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May 29, 2006
Long Holiday Blog Stew
A few random notes from the long holiday weekend...
1. Mess With The Bull, Young Man... You Get The Horns. Arguably, the quintessential 80s movie -- the 80s movie to end all 80s movies -- was "The Breakfast Club." And like any good teenage movie, there had to be an adult heavy... not just one who "didn't get" the teenage protagonists, but who actively opposed them and represented everything "we" never wanted to be. Principal Vernon in The Breakfast Club was that villian. When he lamented to Carl the janitor that "what keeps me up at night is this: when I get old, these kids are gonna be the ones to take care of me," and Carl responds with a cynical and knowing "I wouldn't count on it," every teenager in America snickered in agreement.
It takes acting skill to make an unsympathetic character truly unsympathetic. Paul Gleason brought that talent to Mr. Vernon. We laughed as Judd Nelson belittled him, we couldn't wait for him to get his... all because an actor knew how to play a jerk. Paul Gleason died today of a rare form of lung cancer. But thanks to Principal Vernon, he'll live forever.
2. Signs, signs, everywhere are signs... I'm a pretty perceptive person, usually. I don't miss much. But when I miss something, I miss it big. Like, for example, the fact that I didn't notice until yesterday evening on the way home from being out that my new apartment is right around the corner -- literally three minutes away -- from the largest, uh, "adult" toystore in Westchester County. (No, I will not favor you with the link to their site.) How I missed seeing that it the neighborhood when I was scoping it out or moving in, I am not sure. All I can hope is that this is an omen or a sign about my social life. ;-)
3. God's Thighs Are Very Powerful. The world record for the leg press is approximately 1,335 pounds. This was accomplished by a football player from Florida State University -- a young man in his late teens or early twenties, a man whose existence was defined and structured by physical workouts and being in the optimum physical condition.
Yet that rascal Pat Robertson, all of 76 years old and never a career athlete, claims that he can leg press 2000 pounds -- in his seventies. How Robertson manages to pull this off, he doesn't explain. Nor is he willing to repeat the feat in front of neutral observers. But, his sheep-like followers are accepting the story.
Apparently, now we know how Robertson's managed to steer all those hurricanes from America's coast; he just presses them away with those mighty thigh muscles.
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Comments
How handy that Adult store so close...just in case. ;)
The Capitol in Lansing used to have "Adult" businesses on both sides of the street leading to the Captiol building. All those politicians in need of services, I would imagine kept them in business.
Posted by: Julie at May 30, 2006 01:16 AM
I would say that toys probably will be a big part of your upcoming social life.
Posted by: Cuzin Jose at May 30, 2006 11:01 AM
'will be'?
Posted by: Marquette Hoops at May 30, 2006 01:14 PM
Paul Gleason also made a wonderful nasty in Trading Places
Posted by: ezreiter at May 31, 2006 01:57 PM
You live in Westchester County? The radio station I'm working for broadcasts in Westchester.
Posted by: Sarah at June 1, 2006 02:44 PM
