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M*A*S*H flashback!
I am right now in the middle of a Scrubs episode (Episode 318) wherein Turk is operating on a concert pianist and lacerates somethingorother, causing him to lose some function in his right hand.
Predictions: People will eat crab at the end of the episode. Turk will give the ex-pianist left-handed music by Ravel. Also everyone will wear sombreros.
UPDATE, 10 minutes later: Sadly, none of these occurred. But I now have even more ammo when I’m talking about Scrubs’ obvious M*A*S*H inspiration.
Happy Birthday, Burty-Boy.
Today is Burt Metcalfe’s birthday.
This guy stuck with M*A*S*H for its entire run. Good on you, Burt.
Hey, IMDB says he’s Canadian. Cool.
“Here’s your list of friends in the order they died.”
That was much darker than I intended for a title. It also sounds a lot like a M*A*S*H announcement, if M*A*S*H was about an all-out killer deathmatch instead of a group of wisecracking surgeons.
Jo was lamenting last night that she had checked my blog just the day before and she was already behind, so I thought I’d do my part to continue the she- being- behind bit by blogging some more. I went to get my ritual patch sewn on at the Quick Sew near the A&P yesterday. 3 dollars and only a half hour wait! I bided my time by walking around Chumleigh’s and ended up buying “Sailing the Seas of Cheese” by Primus, which I’d been seeking for a while.
Instead of doing work, I joined Brian at the Brass for drinking and drinking. It was a good time, despite the vast number of insipid girls who were there. Everyone left pretty early, but seeing as Jo had unwittingly ordered another pint while people were disappearing, she and I were left at the bar to sit around and complain about the awful Matchbox 20- inspired live music. (It was really bad. The guy butchered everything!) We went back to my place afterwards, made some Mr. Noodle and watched Battle Royale without subtitles. Chiaki Kuriyama (otherwise known as Kill Bill Vol. 1’s “Gogo Yubari”) was in this one, which both surprised and pleased us. At one point she stabs some guy in the balls. She always gets the best roles. “How about now, big boy? Do you still wish to penetrate me? Or is it I who has penetrated you?”
If you’ve seen Battle Royale, you can’t ever tell me that Lost in Translation was an unfair play on stereotypes. Watching the perky girl on the “fun to kill your classmates!!!” instructional video made my neck-, smiling-, and high- pitched- yipping- muscles hurt.
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Wanna give a shout-out to my man A-Dawg, the Robert Altman, represent. It’s your birthday today, so have a good one, brah. Peace.
Happy Birthday, Mike Farrell!
GNO/ BNO Tonite. Also, Rob’s visiting from Toronto, so that should be nice. We’re going to a lecture on robots.
Blogging is good as buying
So when we were shopping yesterday, we came upon a giant table full of hilarious ten dollar shirts. One hilariously said “PARTY TIME!,” another “BLING BLING.” There were a few other shirts which I appreciated: a shirt which spelled out “TOUGH” in the font commonly reserved for M*A*S*H that used rhinestones as asterisks (this would be worn for irony only, of course), but it had that crazy bunching deal that non-tough shirts have on the sides which I figured would have been uncomfortable. I opted to keep my distance, instead focusing on a shirt which said “SUPERFLY” and featured a classic car. My favourite shirt, however, the one that said “DY-NO-MITE!,” is the one I wish to discuss.
You see, it is hilarious because it references an old television program. There is also a second level of hilarity introduced by the fact that Johny Popalis always used to say “Dynomite.” He didn’t so much resemble Jimmie “JJ” Walker as he did Bowser from Sha-Na-Na, but that’s neither here nor there.
At first I only came upon a large version of the shirt, which was unacceptable. Then I found a medium, which usually fits me, but I was too lazy to try it on. Having to locate the medium with extreme prejudice caused me to become bored with the shirt, and I decided not to buy it because blogging the shirt would be just as good as wearing it once, and wearing it once for hilarity was all I had intended. I didn’t want to become “the girl who constantly wears that ridiculous DYNOMITE! shirt,” after all.
So blogging saved me ten dollars yesterday. This will be used instantly against my parents.