I wouldn’t have guessed that.
[tags]Luke Skywalker, quiz, science fiction[/tags]
I wouldn’t have guessed that.
[tags]Luke Skywalker, quiz, science fiction[/tags]
You know, all the comic strips I read when I was growing up are disappearing. Calvin and Hobbes has been gone for some time now. Bill Amend just decided not to do daily strips for Fox Trot — which makes me wonder if he is preparing himself to stop doing the strip altogether. I just read online that For Better or For Worse is ending this year. Now, I probably haven’t read that strip regularly since I was in high school in the late 1980’s, but it’s always been there, and I always thought it was interesting that the characters in that strip really aged. I admit every once in a while I checked in to see what everyone was doing. And Elly Patterson reminded me of my own mom. When I checked the strip website just now, I learned that their birthdays are only eight days apart.
I’m not a huge one for memes, but I liked this one (found via Red Scharlach). Happy New Year, everyone!
I have to admit to a lifelong love for Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” Somehow, the Christmas season doesn’t seem complete until I have seen an adaptation of this classic. When I was a child, I used to enjoy Rich Little’s characterizations of all the characters. My favorite these days is 1999’s version starring Patrick Stewart as Scrooge (although the 1984 George C. Scott is good, too). Despite the fact that it is anachronistic, I love the part when the Ghost of Christmas Present shows Scrooge all the people singing “Silent Night,” especially the mine worker with the ringing tenor. Gee, I wonder why that would be?
I don’t care for modern adaptations of the story. There is something about the Victorian setting that appeals to me. I am watching Patrick Stewart as Scrooge being frightened by the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come as I write. Working at a Jewish school somewhat dampens the Christmas season for obvious reasons. I need to work much harder to get into the spirit of the holiday. Watching this reminds me of the Star Trek TNG movie Generations, when Captain Picard is caught in the Nexus and imagines he has this lovely Victorian family surrounding him for the holidays.
I wonder what Christmas was like in Charles Dickens’ house?
If you’ve ever been bullied — especially if you could laugh about it later — you’ll love this.
I appreciate you all indulging my current fondness for YouTube.
Maggie has a classmate named Arthur who recently lost his father to a fatal heart attack. Maggie’s class is collecting donations to help the family with funeral expenses. If you are interested in helping, please contact me, and I will provide you with Maggie’s teacher’s e-mail address; she can tell you how to help. Out of concerns about security, I didn’t feel comfortable posting either the teacher’s e-mail address or Arthur’s family’s bank account number here.
Star Trek: The Next Generation is, was, and probably will always be my favorite incarnation of the Star Trek franchise. I loved the characters. I loved the stories. The late 1980’s and early 1990’s offered much better special effects than those the original series had to work with. I never truly caught on to DS9, Voyager, or Enterprise. I have really been enjoying Wil Wheaton’s commentary on TNG episodes over at TV Squad. Wil’s sense of humor is unerring, and his deconstruction of the episodes is an entertaining read. He also supplies interesting memories associated with filming the episodes. You can read all of Wil’s recaps here. To me, the mark of good writing is the extent to which I am compelled to read it to Steve. I have read all of Wil’s TNG recaps to Steve.
I drove up to the school today to get my phone — I thought I had left it there. Nope. I don’t know where it is, and I left it on buzz last time, so even if I called it, I doubt I’d find it. Anyway, while I was there, I updated my classroom blog. It was very quiet, and I imagine that I could probably get a lot done there on the weekends. I left and stopped by the store for a few groceries. Right as I was getting ready to cross over the Chattahoochee into Roswell, some blonde (no offense Lara) plowed into me. Just minding my own business. I feel OK, and the car has minimal damage, but I would be surprised if her car was not totaled. This one wasn’t my fault!
In other news NaNoWriMo is going badly. Being sick took me out of the loop, and I need to work hard to catch up and get back in the game. And I’m just not feeling it today. In fact, I’m probably going to play Nintendo after I post this.
But it feels worse. I went to the doctor this morning to see if I had bronchitis or walking pneumonia because that’s how bad I felt, but the diagnosis is a cold. I have some fancy expensive new medicine, so we’ll see if that helps.
The nurse was telling me about how she had breakfast at Waffle House — sausage and waffles. I have to admit it pleased me to hear a nurse talking about eating at one of my favorite greasy spoons. Anyway, I decided to get some breakfast there myself while waiting for my prescription to be filled. I was creeped out by the guy sitting next to me at the counter. Then this other guy came in and talked to himself the whole time he was there. I was looking all over for a Bluetooth something-or-other, but no, he was talking to himself. The guy at the counter said he was just Elton, and he preached to himself and came in every day (which meant counter-man did, too, I guess), and that he was harmless. OK.
There are these trees with absolutely the most beautiful, perfect shade of orange all over town right now.
I voted. Now I am supposed to be relaxing. I am going to try to think of something to write for my book today; now I’m falling really behind.
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