Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Sneaky Snake goes dancin'
Boy, that last post was scintillating, wasn't it? I should have thrown in some even more exciting topics like, "This weather sure is cold today, eh?" or, "Gosh, I wonder if the Sox will win the Series?"
Whatever. This one is probably going to be just as disjointed, if not more so. But if Sars can do it once in awhile, so can I.
Anyway, today's post also starts out with a little bit about movies, or television, at least. Last night I watched the Masterpiece Theater Sherlock Holmes story (thanks to my Dad reminding me it was on so I could TiFaux it.) I can't say I was totally won over by Rupert Everett's performance as Holmes, but I thought that Ian Hart did the best Watson I've seen in a long time. Can't say I loved his plot-device American fiance, though. And shouldn't Holmes and Watson have been played by older actors if this was supposed to be taking place in 1903? I did think it was interesting that yet another author (Carole Nelson Douglas is the first that I can think of) decided that some interesting dramatic mileage could be gotten from having Holmes read Baron von Kraft-Ebbing's Psychopathia Sexualis. I guess it's fertile imaginative ground to pit Holmes against lust murderers and fetishists, since he was contemporaneous with the Ripper murders. I suspect Conan Doyle would have been appalled.
Speaking of perversion (oh, I kid, y'all) I've gotten back in touch lately with a few of my friends from "NYC medical website job". It's reminded me of the time our entire department took a field trip to Philadelphia to see the Mutter Museum. Truly the best museum of all time! Where else can you see the world's largest colon? And now I can't remember if "summer complaint" was an actual disease listed in one of their exhibits about turn of the century medicine, or one of Grandpa's ailments on The Simpsons. I do remember that it was Grandpa who complained of "skin failure".
Ok, this is totally unrelated to anything, but one of the songs my Yahoo Music keeps serving up is Whatever Happened to Julie off of an album called The Bluegrass Storyteller by James King. Basically, the story told in the song is how the singer once loved a girl named Julie. Then one day Julie disappears, and he spends the next twenty years trying to find out what happened to her. One day he gets a call from a young woman who tells him that she has an explanation that will "ease all [his] pain". Well, it seems she could have chosen her words better, because the explanation that she gives upon her arrival in town is that she's "what happened to Julie. She died on the day I was born." Um, how is that supposed to ease his pain, exactly? Of course, when I did a Google search for the lyrics, I stumbled across the page linked above, and it says that the song was originally written by Tom T. Hall. I had a completely ambivalent relationship with Tom T. Hall as a child. My Grandma had one of his records that I used to listen to over and over again. His songs are damn catchy. But also kind of disturbing in a way I still can't put my finger on. The record also came with an insert that had illustrations of each of the songs, and maybe that was what gave me the creeps. I haven't been able to find a picture of the inside illustrations, but here's the album cover. You'll just have to trust me that the inside pictures were weird, at least to 7 year old me. Anyway, Tom T. Hall is the master of fucked-up lyrics. You have to give props of some sort to a guy who could sing a lyric like "I love bourbon in a glass, and grass," on a kids album and not have it twig either my Gandma or my Mom's radar of what's appropriate for children. (To give you an example of how strict my Mom was about language, she chewed me out in a car full of girls from my Scout troop once because I said something "sucked".) I'm 99% sure, though, that at the time I thought he meant he liked grass that grows on your lawn. And I don't think I knew what bourbon was at that age.
Got to decide what I'm going to wear for Halloween parties I'm going to this weekend. Halloween is my favoritest holiday ever. All I know is the costume is going to let me play with a lot of my fake blood. Especially since last year I figured out which fake blood is better for fabric and which is better on skin.
Whatever. This one is probably going to be just as disjointed, if not more so. But if Sars can do it once in awhile, so can I.
Anyway, today's post also starts out with a little bit about movies, or television, at least. Last night I watched the Masterpiece Theater Sherlock Holmes story (thanks to my Dad reminding me it was on so I could TiFaux it.) I can't say I was totally won over by Rupert Everett's performance as Holmes, but I thought that Ian Hart did the best Watson I've seen in a long time. Can't say I loved his plot-device American fiance, though. And shouldn't Holmes and Watson have been played by older actors if this was supposed to be taking place in 1903? I did think it was interesting that yet another author (Carole Nelson Douglas is the first that I can think of) decided that some interesting dramatic mileage could be gotten from having Holmes read Baron von Kraft-Ebbing's Psychopathia Sexualis. I guess it's fertile imaginative ground to pit Holmes against lust murderers and fetishists, since he was contemporaneous with the Ripper murders. I suspect Conan Doyle would have been appalled.
Speaking of perversion (oh, I kid, y'all) I've gotten back in touch lately with a few of my friends from "NYC medical website job". It's reminded me of the time our entire department took a field trip to Philadelphia to see the Mutter Museum. Truly the best museum of all time! Where else can you see the world's largest colon? And now I can't remember if "summer complaint" was an actual disease listed in one of their exhibits about turn of the century medicine, or one of Grandpa's ailments on The Simpsons. I do remember that it was Grandpa who complained of "skin failure".
Ok, this is totally unrelated to anything, but one of the songs my Yahoo Music keeps serving up is Whatever Happened to Julie off of an album called The Bluegrass Storyteller by James King. Basically, the story told in the song is how the singer once loved a girl named Julie. Then one day Julie disappears, and he spends the next twenty years trying to find out what happened to her. One day he gets a call from a young woman who tells him that she has an explanation that will "ease all [his] pain". Well, it seems she could have chosen her words better, because the explanation that she gives upon her arrival in town is that she's "what happened to Julie. She died on the day I was born." Um, how is that supposed to ease his pain, exactly? Of course, when I did a Google search for the lyrics, I stumbled across the page linked above, and it says that the song was originally written by Tom T. Hall. I had a completely ambivalent relationship with Tom T. Hall as a child. My Grandma had one of his records that I used to listen to over and over again. His songs are damn catchy. But also kind of disturbing in a way I still can't put my finger on. The record also came with an insert that had illustrations of each of the songs, and maybe that was what gave me the creeps. I haven't been able to find a picture of the inside illustrations, but here's the album cover. You'll just have to trust me that the inside pictures were weird, at least to 7 year old me. Anyway, Tom T. Hall is the master of fucked-up lyrics. You have to give props of some sort to a guy who could sing a lyric like "I love bourbon in a glass, and grass," on a kids album and not have it twig either my Gandma or my Mom's radar of what's appropriate for children. (To give you an example of how strict my Mom was about language, she chewed me out in a car full of girls from my Scout troop once because I said something "sucked".) I'm 99% sure, though, that at the time I thought he meant he liked grass that grows on your lawn. And I don't think I knew what bourbon was at that age.
Got to decide what I'm going to wear for Halloween parties I'm going to this weekend. Halloween is my favoritest holiday ever. All I know is the costume is going to let me play with a lot of my fake blood. Especially since last year I figured out which fake blood is better for fabric and which is better on skin.
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