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Category Archives: Popular Culture
Fire Trek
Or is it Starfly? Either way, this is just wrong.
[Evening update]
The comments over there are great (not to disparage my own commenters…).
Liars
Or maybe not. Maybe they really believe this nonsense.
Too Much Time On His Hands
And now for something completely different — an estimate of how fast the signal of the Beacon of Gondor propagated:
After the first signal is on fire, Gandalf sees the next signal only 6 seconds later. WHAT? The guys (or gals) at the next station must have just been sitting there staring and waiting for a signal. Oh, it was probably like 40 years since the last time it was used. I guess you can do stuff like that if you don’t have youtube. But wait, the more I think about this, the more upset I get. I am ok with invisible rings, flying dragons, glowing swords and stuff. However, it is beyond the bounds of reason to expect me to believe that some guys are sitting way on the other mountain with a hair-triggered lighting mechanism. Six seconds. Seriously.
[Via Geekpress]
Grumpy Thoughts
From Lileks:
I like Grumpy. Don’t identify with him, though – I’d go with Doc, maybe.
What? You don’t see many people wearing mildly abrasive Grumpy shirts? You need to spend more time in Disneyworld, where such things are encouraged as an expression of the outer limits of Disney-sanctioned negative personality characteristics. They’re aimed, probably, at the middle-aged men who accompany their families and need something that seems aimed at their particular demographic, and they accommodate Disney agnostics and Disney adherents. Doc speaks to them both.
Aside from that, though, what do adult males have for Disney character identification? Squat and diddly, it seems. We’re not in the mood to wear a Prince on our shirt: teh ghey. Sully: too hairy and fat for some. There’s Donald, but in his T-shirt form he’s Grumpy + anxiety disorder.
There’s no Disney version of Bugs Bunny. No character with the self-possession, the amused expression – he’s laughing at you, not with you, but he’s doing you the favor of not laughing out loud – the cynical tilt of the eyebrow, the carrot-cheroot, the eyes calculating the odds and the way this caper will play out. There’s a scene in “Roger Rabbit” where they finally meet, and I remember at the time it was a moment of great pop-culture significance. Which, I suppose, it was. It was fleeting, as it should be – together they would never work, like swing played on top of ragtime, but for that one moment there was a certain pleasure in seeing them together, like Bogart shaking hands with Harold Lloyd.
Which is a roundabout way of saying the only Disney shirt I’ll wear around the Kingdoms is a Classic Mickey.
No one opines on pop culture better.
[Update a few minutes later]
And don’t miss Red Planet Mars.
I Didn’t Know He Was Still Alive
My junior high music teacher, Mr. Ensinger (a great guy who I assume is long gone), always claimed that he went to Eastman with Mitch. I hadn’t thought about him in years.
Happy 70th Birthday
He doesn’t look a day over thirty. His youthful vitality is particularly amazing, considering that he’s a veteran of the Pacific War. I’m tempted to say we should send him to Afghanistan, but he’s probably too politically incorrect for today’s army.
[Update a few minutes later]
Here’s his (unembeddable) fifty-first-and-a-half anniversary spectacular from 1991. It seems like only yesterday.
Live From ComicCon
The Barenekkid Ladies sing the theme from The Big Bang Theory. Unfortunately, Wil Wheaton introduces them.
Is there any band with a more fraudulent name than the Barenaked Ladies? If I’d ever paid to see them, I’d sue.
One More Unbelievable Thing About Star Wars
Princess Leia’s hair.
American Exceptionalism
…and its basis in Anglospherian culture. Thoughts from Jim Bennett:
Americans appreciate their exceptionalism at gut level. This is where the American Right is in touch with the nation, and the Left is not; John F. Kennedy was probably the last Democratic president with an instinctive feeling for it.
And none have understood it as little as Barack Obama.