Why in God’s name do people find it acceptable to stand at the urinal and talk on their cell phone at the same time?
Just wait. For one thing or the other, wait. But if I’m ever on the other end of the line during one of those calls, I’m hanging up.
Personal
The stuff about me and my life. The “diary” side of blogging.
Who's on stage?
Okay, this is it — the last one. Mostly because it’s the last version that I know of, but hey, that’s okay. This one comes from one of the best TV shows of all time, the Animaniacs (specifically, epsiode #59, midway through “Woodstock Slappy”). If there’s anyone out there who can get me an .mp3 of this scene, I’d love it!
Update: This clip has been posted on YouTube! Who knows how long it’ll be there before the copyright police yank it, but it’s there now…. (via MeFi)
Who’s on stage?
Skippy and Slappy are at Woodstock. Roger Daltrey is onstage singing….
SLAPPY: Skippy, what is the name of that group playing on stage?
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The name of the group.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The group on stage.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The group playing on stage.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: You’re starting to sound like an owl, Skippy.
SKIPPY: Who is on stage!
SLAPPY: That is what I’m askin’ ya’, who is on stage?
SKIPPY: That’s what I said.
SLAPPY: You said who?
SKIPPY: I sure did.
SLAPPY: So tell me the name.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The name of the group.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The group on stage.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The name of the band on stage!
SKIPPY: Who!
SLAPPY: You’re doing that owl thing again, Skippy!
SKIPPY: I’m not, Aunt Slappy, I’m telling you Who is on stage.
SLAPPY: So tell me.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: So tell me.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The name of the group.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The group on stage!
SKIPPY: Who!
SLAPPY: That’s what I’m asking you!
SKIPPY: And I’m telling you the answer.
SLAPPY: Wait, Skippy, let’s start over. Is there a band on stage?
SKIPPY: Yes.
SLAPPY: Does the band have a name?
SKIPPY: Yes.
SLAPPY: Do you know the name of the band?
SKIPPY: Yes.
SLAPPY: Then tell me the name of the band on stage.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The name of the band!
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The band, playing on stage!
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: That’s what I want to know!
SKIPPY: I’m telling you!
SLAPPY: Who is on stage.
SKIPPY: Yes.
SLAPPY: Who is?
SKIPPY: Yes.
SLAPPY: Oh. So the name of the band is Yes.
SKIPPY: No, Aunt Slappy, Yes is not even at this concert.
SLAPPY: Then who is on stage?
SKIPPY: Yes.
SLAPPY: Who is?
SKIPPY: Yes.
SLAPPY: That’s just what I said, Yes is on stage.
SKIPPY: No, Yes is not here. Who is on stage.
SLAPPY: Whaddya askin’ me for?
SKIPPY: I’m not!
SLAPPY: Wait, let’s try this again. Do you see the band on stage?
SKIPPY: No I don’t see The Band, that’s a different group entirely.
SLAPPY: On stage, Skippy. Look, see the band?
SKIPPY: No I don’t.
SLAPPY: Get rid of those John Lennon glasses and look! There, there’s the band!
SKIPPY: No, that’s not The Band. The Band is performing later on. Who’s on stage.
SLAPPY: You tell me.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The name of the group on stage.
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The name of the group!
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The group on stage!
SKIPPY: Who.
SLAPPY: The band!
SKIPPY: No, The Band is performing later. Right now, we’re listening to Who.
SLAPPY: That’s what I wanna know!!
[Cheering]
ROGER DALTRY: Hey, you squirrels are funny, man. Come on up here and take a bow.
SKIPPY: Yeah! Far out!
SLAPPY: Oh brother…
(Thanks to my friend Rick for tracking this down on videotape so I could finally see it after being told about it for years…still looking for that .mp3, though!)
Who's on first?
I gave a copy of the “Who’s on first” takeoff that I posted earlier to the guys I work with, and one of them was completely confused. He’s originally from Britain, and had never heard of the original Abbott and Costello routine!
So, I went out and found this page, which had the .mp3 online, and was able to introduce someone to one of the classic comedy sketches of all time for the first time ever. How cool is that?
He’s still chuckling over it, too.
www.michaelhanscom.com
One of the features of the TypePad “Pro” level that I’ve been looking forward to is domain mapping — the ability to assign a domain name I own with my TypePad weblog. Last night I noticed that domain mapping beta testing was in progress, so I sent a note to let them know that I was interested. Lo and behold, I got my response this morning, made a few clicks to my domain configurations…
…and it worked! Eclecticism is now residing at www.michaelhanscom.com! Even better, the old address of djwudi.typepad.com will still work as a backup, so any links out there pointing my way will still work, without any issues whatsoever.
So, feel free to update your bookmarks to point to www.michaelhanscom.com (or don’t, whatever suits your fancy). I know I’ve been bouncing everyone around in the past few months — from djwudi.com’s ‘The Long Letter’ to djwudi.typepad.com and now to michaelhanscom.com — but this should be the last move for the foreseeable future.
What of djwudi.com, then? Well, I’ll likely leave my DJ Wüdi propaganda over there, as well as having it available for whatever other little projects I want to play with when I’m in the mood to geek out, so it won’t be disappearing. Just in case you were worried. ;)
Two girls in my bed!
You will notice, however, that I am not in my bed. ;)
That’s Dawn, Emily, and Amy on the phone, planning the upcoming days as they get ready to fly up to Alaska, then drive from Fairbanks to Tennessee where Emily’s family lives, with stops on the way to return Dawn and Amy to their respective homes.
Emily and Amy
Emily and Amy in Pioneer Square, Seattle.
Company on the way!
I’m going to have company for about the next week, which should be fun (if, possibly, a teense bit crowded in my little studio apartment).
For the past two years, my brother’s fianceé Emily has been working with the Peace Corps in Ghana, teaching English to the children there. She and two friends are on their way back up to Alaska, and have about a week here in Seattle before heading up to Alaska. Seeing how it seems a little silly for her to spend the money on a hotel for a week when she has (almost) family here in town, I offered her a place to stay.
Emily just called a few minutes ago, and she and Amy will be over here in about an hour or so. Dawn shows up in a few days, and then they’ll all be leaving next Friday. A little crowded, but should be fun.
And yeah — for the next week, I’m living in a studio apartment with two or three girls. Gee, ain’t life tough? ;)
I'm bored
That is all.
Meetings are the mind killer
I must not attend meetings. Meetings are the mind killer. Meetings are the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my meeting. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the wasted time has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
— 0xDECAFBAD, via Will Parker
(Incidentally, Will looks to be right up my alley — Dean supporter, TypePad user, and not only a Mac user, but part of the Microsoft Office for Mac development team. He’s getting added to my reading list!)
The world's oldest profession
Okies, folks — Kirsten needs help!
In just a few weeks, I’m going to throw a shmantabulous bachelorette party for my best friend. The theme for this co-ed costume party is ‘Whores throughout History.’
Who are some of your favorite historical whores? How about slutty eras? Eras you wish were a little less prudish?
Someone already suggested Mary Magdeline, which was my first thought. I’ll see who else I can come up with, though — anyone else have some ideas? Kirsten would probably prefer if you commented on her site, but any comments left here will be sent her way too, I’ll make sure of it.