Father's Day Loudon Wainwright III Style with Fairy Tales on the Side

"But I think that people - people are - are still heroes. There's something still heroic about - about failure. That's why I love it so much." - Loudon Wainwright III

More than a Month's gone by, but it feels like

FOR-

EVER

(which, coincidentally, is what reading this entry will feel like... haha... no seriously keep reading - I manage to compare Loudon Wainwright III with Rapunzel! Ah-ha! NOW I've got your attention...)

God I've missed this. HI!!!!!!!!!! And Happy Father's Day.

I have decided to commemorate Father's Day through the raw genuineness of Loudon Wainwright III. I was at the bank several weeks ago and saw a flyer saying Loudon Wainwright was to play at SOPAC. I screamed all the way home.

I was there, June 4th, a Friday, with my dad and sister, and saw Loudon Wainwright in PERSON.

Best. day. ever.

Anyhow the reason I find him so fitting for Father's Day is not only the fact that he is a father, but that - I don't know - something about the way he writes and sings his songs seem to appeal to the concept of living - the medium (as in the element through which something is transmitted, like air for sound waves) of fatherhood. Though I don't think of him AS a father, which I suppose is a subset of fatherhood, since fathers aren't initially fathers DUUUH.

Before I go on to discuss sophisticated an contemplative themes between this artist, art, fathers, with hopefully some relevance to feminism, let me just get this out of the way:

I GOT HIM TO SIGN HIS NEW CD, MADE OUT TO BEMUSING JO BINGO!!!!! YESSSS!

Plus I told him it was my psuedonym. It's not exactly an endorsement, but now I can truthfully say that Loudon Wainwright III knows my pseudonym. Yes!

Cough Cough ok now...

Loudon Wainwright's family is known to be a bit - complicated. Broken here, broken there. Bitterness here, miscommunication there. I'm not an expert, but the general impression I get is there's several missing pieces to their puzzle and no one has any idea what the resulting picture is supposed to be when the puzzle's solved.

I found a rather informative article that I think sums it up rather well (by the way - you can click "next page" within this little window embedding and it will go to the next page within the frame - it doesn't mess up my blog entry's set up. So click away!):

- what the article says about "telling anyone under 40 your off to see Loudon Wainwright, the look uncertain and ask if he is anything to do with Rufus" is soooooo hilarious because that literally happened with my best friend. I didn't even know the answer too, which is the funny part (that and the fact that I am significantly under 40). I had to look it up. XD

Loudon Wainwright stands with two other men in a very important category for me; singers whose voices seem to hold such an essence and substance that I could cry listening to it. The two others are Cat Stevens and Bruce Molsky (by the way, have met Bruce Molsky too! Thank you, Rocky Mountain Fiddle Camp).

I first discovered Loudon Wainwright III about two years ago when I watched Sandra Bullock's "28 Days" for the first time. All those sneaky and natural transitions from gaiety to self-destruction in the film (such great writing) were so well-highlighted by the music.

Looking up lyrics is what initially led me to Wainwright. Thanks to my little sister's discovery of Grooveshark (which used to be better than it is now), I found other songs of his, including "I wish I was a Lesbian" - good entertainment there.

Anyhow here are clips from the movie including him to allow you to see what my first impression of him was. Yes, he cameo-ed in the movie, listed in the credits as "The Guitar Guy."

This short song is actually one of my favorites of his. I love how completely bored and tired and grumpy he acts for the part of fellow-outpatient in this rehab center.

"Heaven and Mud"

"Drinking Song"

"White Winos"

This next one isn't a song of his, but he looks so completely grumpy and disillusioned and bored that I couldn't help but include it. Deadpan = Hilarious.

"Santa Booze"

I was particulary struck by one song, which I finally looked up online - "Dreaming." The last verse was not in the movie, most likely just a time issue.

"Dreaming"

Lyrics:

I'd rather be dreaming than living
Living's just too hard to do
It's chances not choices
Noises not voices
A day's just a thing to get through
Living's just too hard to do

I'd rather be dreaming than talking
There's nothing to hear or to say
With ears covered mouth closed
The world is opposed
Nothing gets in or away
There's nothing to hear or to say

I'd rather be dreaming than thinking
Thoughts are small comfort to me
Dreams might be pretend
But at least dreams end
And I just can't stop thinking you see
Thoughts are small comfort to me

I'd rather be dreaming than sleeping
Just sleeping you're just as well dead
In dreams I can fly
In dreams I don't die
That's why I lie here in this bed
Just sleeping you're just as well dead

I'd rather be dreaming

I was pretty obsessed with the song actually. It was in my senior year of highschool and I was using napping as a form of escapism XD. I found his distinction between dreaming and sleeping intriguing.

Since then I'd only seen him in one other movie, "Knocked Up," and I was thrilled to find that the entirety of the credits were him singing. Later I realized that Dr. Howard looked so familiar b/c he was a smilely version of "Guitar Guy" and perhaps it might be said a better groomed version of Loudon Wainwright III. :)

In Knocked Up as "Dr. Howard"

by the way, WILL blog about Knocked Up before I die - love that movie.

Okay - before I move on, click this image if you want to see more of Loudon Wainwright various acting/ cameo clips from movies I probably haven't seen - more complete, in other words.

Soooooo, Today I was feeling somewhat down, feeling a bit like I'd be happier if I was Rapunzel (specifically, Paul O. Zelinsky's Rapunzel) in a high isolated tower doing nothing but reading books.

Nota Bene: All images below are super high-quality ('cause they are scans), so please click them! You have an 80% chance of achieving Nirvana if you do, they are that good. (If you don't like clicking the back button to return to this page, try control clicking them, and you will see an option to open the image in a new window.)

Actually I wasn't thinking so much of Rapunzel as of "Daughter" from Antonia Barber's "The Enchanter's Daughter" illustrated by Errolle Cain.

She has much in common with Rapunzel; she was taken from her parents at birth by an affluent, magical, domineering and demanding person - in her case, a magician rather than Rapunzel's witch:

She, like Rapunzel, was brought up by said power figure in a decent, if not exactly familial, way, surrounded by riches in seclusion, having seen no other human than their "parent," who themselves are unwilling to let go of their precious possession, perhaps out of pure obsession with acquired property, perhaps out of a need to preserve purity, or a potent mixture.

But what am I getting at here? What does this have to do with Loudon Wainwright or Father's Day? I'm getting there... I think.

As I said, I was feeling somewhat unhappy, and felt an urge to be in some sort of gilded cage, and, as in the case of "Daughter," the castle is kept warm and green "amid the frozen wastes" due to the Enchanter's spells.

But I knew such feelings must be fleeting, for both heroines got sick of their beloved privacy and broke free, risking everything for the chance to share their world with someone else. And surely I would do the same. Right?

I wasn't so sure. And I'm still not. But it was then that I thought of what Loudon Wainwright III calls "The Great Unknown" in his "Another Song in C."

Here's another song in c

when I play piano it's my key

if I was playing my guitar

I probably be in g the chances are

but here's another song in c

with my favorite protagonist: me

of my little world I'll tell and show

I'll sing all about it so you'll know

the people in it break my heart

and my little world can fall apart

and there's not a thing I can do

except to sing in c to you

o there used to be a family

brother sister father mother and me

we were living in our little home

we were fending off the great unknown

but the great unknown it got inside

and what happened oh it did divide

in the end the father had to leave

when he did the mother had to grieve

that's the time real trouble starts

it's when a world can fall apart

and there's not a thing I can do

except to sing in c to you

I grew up and had a family

and it broke apart so easily

all that started 30 years ago

why it's never ended I don't know

I could blame it on the great unknown

and as a kid what I was told and shown

but I blame myself and I blame her

the cruel and foolish people that we were

and the children that we had are grown

they're out fending off their great unknown

and I've noticed they're a bit like me

with a tendency to to sing in c

So by now it's clear to here I know

I don't play a lot of pee-an-oh

but sometimes a fella has to sit

just to sing about the heavy shit

and the great unknown's a hurricane

with howling wind and floods and driving rain

you might make it through, but you don't know

if right behind it there's a tornado

and if families didn't break apart

I suppose there'd be no need for art

o but you and I know they do

so I sing in c to you

I love this song. I heard it for the first time at the concert; after listening to it, it takes me awhile to drag myself back into the real world. And by that I mean; when he sings, I feel my mind GOING to "the great unknown," - a less romantic way of putting it might be that I'm spacing out, but I like putting it that way - and when the singing stops I find it hard to connect and re-align my brain and eyes.

Anyhow my POINT is in the midst of my lower mood this image of the isolated fairy tale maiden and the real-life man singing of his broken family seemed to belong next to each other, though in fact in "The Enchanter's Daughter" she is working to be reunited with her family and Loudon Wainwright's song speaks of how a family is never the same after parent's split... I think. Despite this apparent gaping disparity, I feel that both figures are majorly whistful - not just in a "Manifest Destiny" way of wanting the great unknown - ooo look lands I don't know I want to go there - not that kind.

Just this "heavy shit" - confusion, things getting mixed up. "Cruel and Foolish People." I may be missing Loudon Wainwright III's intended point but I feel this song is all about how this "Great Unknown" is indescribable and therefore terrifying - basically, a sort of gut feeling everyone has that they don't have everything under control. Which is exactly the problem the enchanter and witch from "The Enchanter's Daughter" and "Rapunzel" are severely infected with. They are all about control. When they lose control of the heroines, they become nasty, whereas at the beginning of the story they weren't necessarily the antagonists.

I've always liked to think that the essence of the "need for art" is when ambiguity is so menacing all you can do to defend yourself is throw a little ambiguity back (abstract art being the most exaggerated form of this approach). Fighting fire with fire.

I'm including these thoughts in this entry because I want to stress that the concept of the individual and it's relation to the concept of family is OVERWHELMING. I mean think about it; it's the entire question of the universe encapsulated. What's the difference between the group and the individual? What makes an individual part of a group? How many individuals make a group, are certain types of groups permanent - and if a group's number and arrangement of individuals can fluctuate, than what does that do to the identity of that group? Does it change it? I could go on, but I won't, and I now give you permission to give a sigh of relief.

And finally, back to the subject of the day, fathers. Though the magician only called his adopted daughter "Daughter" and she only called him "Father," for he didn't supply her with any other knowledge of names or anything, that's not really what I'm talking about here.

I just feel that, whether your family is breaking apart, or you are just learning that there is such a thing as "family" (as in the case of "Daughter" when the magician carelessly provides her with books to read), "The Great Unknown" is ever-present, and hopefully we can keep it in a more mystical form, as in the fairy tales... thinking of it as a mist, instead of a shadow; as a magical enigma, rather than a clogging smog. You get the gist.

(click on this for bigger size. you will thank me.)

I will never be a father; I'm pretty certain of that, being female and not predicting any future decision for a sex change. Therefore I probably shouldn't dwell too much on the essence of fatherness. However I would like to therefore point out that being a father is also an "unknown" to me. I always try to contradict E. M. Forster's theory that people, no matter how close, CAN'T ever completely connect, are incapable of any successful communication - I'm especially thinking of his "Howard's End" with the quote he provides, "only connect...". Though my father has more unknown variables in his identity than anyone else in my nuclear family, being the only male, I always hope that connection is possible, if only on the level of Loudon Wainwright's "Great Unknown."

Okay, enough with the ambiguity fighting ambiguity! Let's get back to LOUDON WAINWRIGHT and the awesome concert he held. Keep in mind; I highly admire his lyrics as well as his melodies. If you choose to watch all of the videos I provide, I hope you will listen to the lyrics as well.

THE CONCERT.

Since I've written so much already I don't think I will write about how each song connects to my type of feminism, since I already covered my favorite "Another Song in C."

Basically I've included videos I found of him playing live of the songs I heard him sing live at that concert.

I was disappointed that we weren't allowed to take pictures of the concert - for of course I'd brought a camera - however thank God somebody out there either broke the rules or had special permission and I found these!

This last one is him and his daughter Lucy Wainwright Roche. I didn't know about her (b/c I was quite excusively an admirer of Loudon Wainwright) but they surprised the whole audience with an impromptu decision to have her open the show and I excessively enjoyed it, - though I still kept thinking, how long till Loudon? (Mostly because she hadn't been in the original program. But seriously - she was amazing, and has very much inherited Loudon's sense of humor - all I kept overhearing during the intermission was "she's so funny" - at least ten times! She sang a song about Coney Island that made me happy inside. Doesn't seem to be "out" to buy yet though.)

Pictures (hopefully legally) provided by Joel Dana Stern.

The only two songs I couldn't find:

-simon and garfunkel cover he was still working on with Lucy

-song about family and specifcally his being newly a grandpa (can't find it anywhere! I think he must not have published it yet or w/e)

Okay here we go!

Can't seem to find an actual video for this one but the song is great, though I don't completely get it.

Got this from youtube but the embedding was disabled and I could not easily find any other live performance video which is excessively strange considering its poularity - the only videos are of the song in the background of reels of children's babies. Huh.

"Charlie never recorded this 1897 gospel song, but is said to have played it as a regular part of his shows."

Okay, so to close here is another favorite of mine that he didn't sing that night.

... I put it in this video of mine (if you click play it'll start at the part of the video which plays "Gray in LA").

Okay! So, see you VERY soon, as I have literally nineteen drafts dating back to January that are most of them three quarters done, no lie - I WISH I was joking - and I am determined to get them out of my draft space and into cyber space! (Too cheesy? I'll come up with something better next time.)

So long, here's hoping the next entry isn't THIS long,

-Just Call Me Jo

P.S. This (below) is supposed to be "Daughter" looking down at Loudon Wainwright's official website with approval and awe, and Loudon from his site looking back up with a mutual feeling, just so you know.

P.P.S. An EXCELLENT Father's Day Poem written by the little sister. Surprisingly relevant to the theme of this entry (yes there was one) of the possible link between Fathers and "The Great Unknown."

Happy (Week After) Mother's Day!

But who's counting?

So for mother's day I was at a standstill for what to make - because I have the kind of parents that actually seek creative involvement in presents - cause they are under this impression that we're talented, for some reason - when it occurred to me to make a clip collage solely dedicated to mothers.

I specifically included all types of ways that mothers are presented on film/ in films - positive, negative, alive, dead, onscreen, offscreen, fantasy, reality, animated, live-action, old, young, - you get the idea. I called it "Happy Feminist Mother's Day" to make sure viewers realize that I have set this up from a feminist perspective. And by THAT I mean that this is what I call a "clip collage" - a succession of clips specifically arranged and designed for examination - to study and/ or enjoy the WIDE PALLETTE that is "mother" for screenwriters.

Note: This is an hour and forty-two minutes long, but it goes by fast. My mom liked it. But then again... that's kind of her job isn't it.

The visual and especially audio is lower quality so I won't get sued/ sentenced for 5 years in federal prison and the collage still qualifies under "fair use" in the Copyright Act of 1976. I included on Vimeo b/c the collage picking, choosing, and placing was done all on my own.

Here is the description I supplied for vimeo:

"A Collection of clips I made for my mother from a random list of movies, including moments I knew she liked, as well as movies I knew she hadn't seen. List: Adasen Dowa Little Mermaid, All of Me, Disney's Atlantis, Disney's Cinderella, the 1985 Clue, the 1975 Reader's Digest Little Mermaid, Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, How to Marry a Millionaire, It's a Wonderful Life, Julie and Julia, Knocked Up, Lilo and Stitch, a clip of Malayan Tapirs, Mary Poppins, Mulan, Overboard, Ponyo, Princess and the Frog, The Simpsons, and Hey Arnold

I have a feminist blog whose express purpose is to find out what feminism in general is as well as my idiosyncratic feminism. This video AND my blog are for the EXPRESS purposes of critical and creative analysis with a twist towards feminism. I ooze respect!

The focus on this of course is the subject of mothers in our culture. I made the opening & closing collage myself, all images well thought through."

It took two full days to make, and THREE days to get on the internet (it is also lower quality b/c 2.3 GB was way to big to haul online). (I probably shouldn't have spent three whole days but I got obsessed with sharing it - probably transferred agression from something else in my life, as Freud would probably say.) (I was at the edge of madness, probably induced by an entire day without coffee somewhere in there. That hasn't happened since I was 14.)

Here is the mother-centric collage I made for the title sequences of the video:

Images are from:

• An early Da Vinci Madonna
• Disney's 1937 Animated Snow White
• Trina Schart-Hyman's Snow White
• photos from my collection of Malayan Tapir Images
• a photo from my collection of roald dahl images (that's the one with the woman wearing the eye patch)
• "The Girl, the Fish, and the Crown" by Marilee Heyer
• Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride"
• Disney's 1950 Animated Sleeping Beauty
• Jimmy Stewart's "It's a Wonderful Life"
• ... And the BEAUTIFUL mother mermaid image from my collection of 1,357 mermaid images folder see the first image in this entry, above (there are other mermaid folders but who has the time to add them all up... other then the person who has the time to compile them all I mean... cough cough.)

anyhow, Happy Mother's Day! And I hope this video helps to bring out the motherness of it all!

- oh yeah, and I opened and closed with clips from "The Little Mermaid" even though she WASN'T a mother to indicate that mothers have more to them than motherhood - behind every mother there is a maiden - obviously. It's not really the theme of my clip collage, considering I am passively analyzing the portrayal of mothers on the screen vs. mothers themselves and the concept of "motherness" - but I'd thought I'd include that little reminder as a cute little touch of the POTENTIAL motherness of us all (us ladies that is. Though science is getting closer and closer to... well, that's the subject of another entry).

Signing off,

-Just call me Jo

Technology Meets [Insert Witty Juxtaposition Here]!

WARNING: THIS POST WILL TAKE FOREVER TO LOAD. SORRY. YOU'LL LIKE IT, THOUGH.

Ahem, so, I can deny it no more... I am an internet addict.

Which is quite ironic to me, since all I knew how to work on my computer before, say, October of this year (if not later) was... Microsoft Word. But since then I have created SO MANY internet accounts! Let's see... facebook, youtube, blogger, formspring, vimeo, livejournal... to say NOTHING of various filesharing websites, such as fileden, mixpod, filefactory, scribd, screentoaster, and others I'm forgetting at the present moment.

This recent obsession, springing from the insane amount of "free" time I have since I am midway through my gap year(s) before college, has also led me to be rather internet savvy, knowing what the hell html and hex coding is and the basics of how to manipulate it for my own purposes, some fundamental hacking and *cough cough* slightly sketchy downloading skills, familiarity with what websites are more useful than others on the web... in fact just all-around knowing my way around the web. Example of the extremity of this change? This summer I couldn't even have told you what a youtube channel was. I remember I once accidentally clicked on a link to what I now recognize as one, and not only had no idea what it was but in fact was afraid I'd come upon some porn. Sigh. Was I that naive?

Anyhow, here's a brief list of my fundamental and most-used sites to update my readers. More posts pertinent to feminism (as opposed to just feminist me) to come. On a related note, the explanation for the recent/ ever since I started blogging lack of regular entries is BECAUSE I have done so much self-teaching on the internet. Not to mention teaching myself how to use imovie and finalcut express, learning what a screencapture is from kelsique, then having to download ishot (found after SEVERAL others were tried) because normal screencaptures don't work during DVD playback, yada-yada. One of my recent favorites is embedding a website within a website, so you'll have to forgive me if this entry takes a bit to load, cause I had the brilliant idea to excessively use this cute little gadget. If it helps, you can click on the title of this post so the only thing on the page is this entry - hence loading is much quicker.

My most recent Video, entitles "A Silent Video Featuring Silent Collages" or... "Silent Collages... With Sound." The first piece is the most beautiful sound and piece known to man.

The following small type is the video description, optional for reading... but then, this entire entry is optional I suppose. But... um, maybe I shouldn't be saying that. Thanks for reading! Er, now I'm sounding needy...

Oops! My Silent Movie Featuring Silent Collages is... not-so-silent. Well, you shouldn't believe everything you read anyway.

This was originally a silent video was created in an attempt to pare down the obnoxiousness of the youtube channel autoplay. But then through excessively harassing Google I found that if you had a soundtrack not advertised by google (with a direct link to itunes), then the autoplay is disabled - yay!

By the way - I have an awesome feminist blog, http://bemusingjobingo.blogspot.com.

A *cough cough* silent video featuring silent collages. You can find most of these images in the following links:
http://bemusingjobingo.blogspot.com/2...
http://bemusingjobingo.blogspot.com/2...
http://bemusingjobingo.blogspot.com/2...

Music:
1) I Cannot keepe my wyfe at home; Lute played by Paul O'Dette from the Album "Robin Hood"
2) "Dreaming" by Loudon Wainwright III
3) "Grey in LA" by Loudon Wainwright III

Aright, before I get frisky with my list of major Bemusing Jo Bingo websites, I'd like to exhibit my most recent wonderful web wisdom through a recent accomplishment, a complete make-over of my little sister Koe Halifax's blog - it is a google blog, but the template just didn't fit her right and she so liked the look of my formspring account that she asked if I could fix it up a bit.

Of course she had no idea that it was about a hundred times more difficult to rewrite an entire website's makeup than to set a pre-arranged user-friendly button on formspring to "repeat image background," but what the heck, I decided to do it or die (and as an intense perfectionist to the point of unhealthiness, that is closer to a literal statement than I'd care to tell).

It was really hard, and even once I figured out the background repeat there was a LOT of other things to change both for reading's sake (such as a lighter background behind the writing so that you can actually READ her magnificent (damn her) poems) and for professional-isn't-this-pretty's sake. She picked the image however. If she could, she would be a dragon. Sometimes I suspect she is one secretly.

Well, TA-DAAAA, here it is! Go ahead and click the image if you don't care for the "website within a website" format, or want to bookmark the blog because it is ingenious. - P.S., my favorite poem of hers and of all time is Tribute to Helen Keller, who by the way is one of my three favorite famous figures/ heros: Roald Dahl, Helen Keller, and George Washington Carver.

Okay, now to me me me MY stuff!

NUMBER ONE. Bemusing Jo Bingo! This! What you are reading right now! Isn't it surreal/Outer Limits/Twilight Zone that you can read it within itself since I embedded it? I mean that means for this entry, since I am embedding within, it is... a website within a website within a website within a website within a website.... doesn't that just blow your mind? Like those double mirrors that freaked the hell out of you as a kid. ...Wow, this blog will end up killing my computer, poor thing.

You can click this image for an enlargement to set as your desktop picture.

And of course, by extension, my picasaweb album ... which is all of the images I have ever posted to this blog, quite a number, and a very pretty array if I do say so myself, which I just did. In writing. Not out loud.

Feel free to click this image out of pure curiosity at its detail.

NUMBER TWO. This was actually my first personalized website - blogger was chronologically second, even though it, and not my youtube account, became the main attraction. (You can tell that this is an ego trip entry, can't you...)

NUMBER THREE. Facebook Page for Bemusing Jo Bingo! Gotta love selling out. Just kidding. This was really for convenience - most of my regular readers don't have blogger accounts so they don't receive any email/ other cyber updates when I post, though they do check facebook, so I thought this an easy solution. Plus, as google so cutely puts it, "Welcome to the official Facebook Page of Bemusing Jo Bingo. Get exclusive content and interact with Bemusing Jo Bingo right from Facebook."

And I figured I'd include my cutesy facebook sidebar:

NUMBER FOUR. Formspring. Usually used as a pure outlet for the ego, but in this case... well, it still is, but I'm trying to take each question about my blog and me SERIOUSLY as you will no doubt see if you look (again, click the image for the link if you so choose).

By the way, the donkeyhead woman image is from an Andrew Lang Fairy Tale that is hilarious, "THE STORY OF DSCHEMIL AND DSCHEMILA."

NUMBER FIVE. Vimeo - an account created when youtube threatened after a second (in my opinion, unfair) copyright infringement that the third strike would result in the deletion of my account. So, vimeo will be used for clip compilation videos, which youtube was too squirmy to keep, even though it has PLENTY of them that have remained there for years. Hmph.

And Lastly, a Livejournal account, which will actually be mostly personal and unseen, as I will be practicing with free-writing and a new novel idea that I'd like to keep hush-hush for now - however, I do mean to have the occasional public entry, just for kicks! - So sorry for the completelty blank body embroidered by such a pretty title and sidebar (not the right sidebar - it is a free account so there have to be advertisements, yuck. At least it has the pretty key on top. That's why I'm so in love with google blogger - well, one of many reasons - no advertisements!).

Oh yeah, and all of these websites are on the left sidebar of my wonderful blog that I am SOOO enjoying making, even if no one read it (though please do, readers are welcome) - (and I'll have you know, I created the vimeo and youtube badges on the side myself.)

Okay, to close. My most recent youtube video, not a Bemusingjobingo original (forgive the ego talk. Will resume humility in next post, somewhat) - but a clip of my FAVORITE Frasier moment, and that's saying something, because I own all eleven seasons and it is my favorite show, the Simpsons being second. And they have a LOT of good moments... good premise + good writing + good actors = absolute bliss.

(P.S. A combination of those two loves is in the Simpsons episode "A Brother From Another Series," Season 8, episode 16 - I highly recommend it. The same guys who do the voices for the two brothers in Frasier do the voices of side-show Bob (a recurring character in The Simpsons, who always wants to kill Bart, voiced by my beloved Kelsey Grammer) and Cecil (voiced by the adorable and unfortunate for me, gay, David Hyde Pierce). Here is a link to a decent quality megavideo - um, video of the episode. Catch it before it gets deleted, haha.)

WAIT!! I forgot I learned how to embed megavideo, too! Will my talents never cease! (Thanks for tolerating the ego-trip, if you've made it this far that is.)

Okay, so the megavideo - er, video was deleted, which bites. (The major downside to having a blog - links sometimes DIE! Makes me angry...) Here's another embedding which hopefully WON'T expire:

FreeVideoCoding.com

Ta-ta ,

(notice the similarity to "ta-da" - I just did),

-Just Call me Jo

P.S. Cough cough, to close FOR REAL... a video I saw a while back - a classic, a gem - and pertinent to feminism. I love it so much, the more because I have what is called a "thing" for asian guys (not kidding or exaggerating here), and I am a caucasian.

P.P.S. So much for short posts. Haha... Ha.