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May 25th, 2007Get psyched for Tron!
There are about 4 people in the world that joke is intended for, but it is the 25th anniversary of Tron.
Get psyched for Tron!
There are about 4 people in the world that joke is intended for, but it is the 25th anniversary of Tron.
A few words about The Johnstown Flood are up on Bell, Book, and Candle.
I recently had occasion to explain The Gong Show to a younger colleague and I got to thinking about it. It really was a beautiful thing in ways that aren’t readily apparent from the many clips on Youtube. And there’s some great stuff on Youtube:
But the real delight of the Gong Show can’t be captured on Youtube. Cool as it is, Youtube is a place where you go looking for weirdness. The Gong Show just sort of wandered in and was weird.  It was completely out of context in a TV time full of game shows and soap operas. Those shows took foolish things seriously; the Gong Show was foolish, but consciously so, and never, never pretended to be anything but a goofy waste of time. It was surprisingly sensible in its way.
Still, the contrast was jarring. You’d be bopping around the wasteland of noontime TV looking for something to watch while you gulped down some snack and there it was. In fact, you could miss it if you weren’t paying attention; it was camouflaged as a game show, and a hokey one at that. But eventually you’d notice something off – what was that prize total? did that judge take her top off? – and realize that there was something seriously, delightfully wrong with these people.
Not only was the show bizarre, but it had it’s own set of off-kilter in-jokes. Why was there a rack full of hats there? What’re they throwing at that Gene guy? Nothing was ever explained, it just was. It was easily as confusing as the real world, but a ton more fun. Finding it was like finding the Phantom Tollbooth.
I first saw it because my friend LJ described it to me and I didn’t believe such a show could exist. Later I had the pleasure of showing it to others. It was the kind of thing that you wanted to share, partially to be sure it wasn’t a mirage. If they see it too, maybe it’s really there.
It’s not there anymore, of course. But I still meet people who were on that same highway with me.
I just finished The Penelopiad over in Bell, Book and Candle.
My reviews of At Canaan’s Edge and If the River Was Whiskey are up on Bell, Book and Candle.
I don’t have a TV. Some people ask me why that is. I’ll let Tatsuya Ishida explain with a fine cartoon he apparently got the inspiration for from watching me in grad school.
Today’s the anniversary of a bunch of cool and amazing things:
It’s also the birthday of Lee Falk, Ferruccio Lamborghini, Harper Lee, Carolyn Jones, Saddam Hussein, Terry Pratchett, Jay Leno, Kari Whurer, Penelope Cruz, Jessica Alba, and me.
Wikipedia doesn’t mention that last one.
It’s the first birthday in a while that’s had any kind of real implications. I can’t stand an hour and a half at Special Training any more and I have to get flight physicals more often. I can still drink, be sued, and vote, though.
Brenda took me to lunch and I got a haircut.
How can this be a news story in 2007? I’ve been reading Taylor Branch’s spectacular Martin Luther King, Jr. biography and shiddering at the closeness of all that repression, and then I see that a town in Georgia has finally let Black people come to a dance. Shining City on the Hill.
Of interest to no one but me, I’m sure, but I’ve tweaked my OpenWRT configuration to do a couple new things.
As the books go into the vaults, a couple notes: