Entry 200!


It’s the big 2-0-0 for the Groonkly Bits section of groonk.net…

Come to think of it this ain’t that special. But this is that funny. Sevendaggers gave up a link to the good stuff:

Dot : How ’bout with a dash of salt
Yakko: On the San Andreas Fault? [rumble!]
Giant: No, not with a dash of salt
On the San Andreas Fault. [rumble!]
I does not like gold eggs and meat
It’s you who I would like to eat.

Wakko: Would you, could you, in Japan
Yakko: With Godzilla and Rodan?
Giant: I would not, could not, in Japan
With Godzilla and Rodan. [foom! whack! … thud!]
I will not eat gold eggs and meat
It’s…
YW+D : …us that you would like to eat.

“What was that?,” you ask? It’s the transcript to the Animaniacs 51st episode, The Warners and the Beanstalk.

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Carousel survivor


I haven’t had the time to pour over all my favorite sites in the last few weeks. Let’s just say I’m insanely internet blind lately. The good news is I’m busy in the real world. The bad news I don’t get enogh time to post on GDN as much as I’d like.

Having babbled about nothing for a good paragraph I have this to say. Good ole Wil Wheaton put something in perspective for me:

The difference between the approach to the 31st birthday and the 30th birthday is profound.

Last year, I viewed my birthday as a deadline. This year, it feels more like a cool milestone.

I remember when I was freaking out about hitting my 30s. I talked with one of my friends who was in her late 30s, and she told me, “Don’t obsess about this too much, Wil. Your 30s are so much better than your 20s. Your 20s are spent gathering information about your world and yourself, and your 30s are spent enjoying the benefits of that information.”

I turned 30 this year. July 3rd for those of you keeping up.

As close friends can tell you, I have not been the happiest of campers about that whole situation. There are so many things that I haven’t done and so many things left undone. It felt like I wasted my 20’s doing God knows what with God knows whom. And that happened twice on Sundays.

I moved to make my own personal peace with those issues sometime around June. That little bit that Wil posted a few days ago is icing on that 30 year old now issue-less cake.

Here’s to 31 in ’04 and a brand new beginning.

I really need to keep up with my internet haunts better.

BTW Those of you who don’t get the title to this entry should give Logan’s Run a gander.
-groonk



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DPH reviews


Ellis does his own reviews of the upcoming US TV pilot season:

I’ve seen a few more screener-copies of US TV pilots for the new season, by the way.

THE LYON’S DEN: Rob Lowe’s next big job after leaving THE WEST WING. Possibly also the last. Rip Torn phones it in, Robert Picardo appears to still have some kind of spreader bar in his mouth, and John Grisham is checking his trashcan for burglary. The only one who’s having fun is Frances Fisher, gnawing on the scenery and vamping up a storm as the Scheming Secretary. Give her the series, because you know what? I couldn’t give a fuck if a bunch of bickering smarmy lawyers live, die, or have to suck off old corpses…

THREAT MATRIX: also known as THE DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY LOVES YOU. A deeply dodgy piece of work full of plotlines like My God, The Towelheads Are Using Plastic Surgery To Look Just Like Us Good White Folks, and The White Terrorist Agrees To Cooperate But Is Killed In Collusion With The Slanty-Eyed Locals. You get the idea.

LAS VEGAS: I’m sorry to say I switched it off after ten minutes. It’s possible that it got supernaturally good after ten minutes of grabbing up every cliche it could lay its hands, managing to be shameless yet humourless about the absurd expository dialogue, and totally wasting James Caan. But I’ll never know.

And something else: if you’re doing a show about young hipsters trying to rip off Vegas casinos every week, but they have to be stopped by aged James Caan and his trusty men every week, that’s not OCEAN’S ELEVEN for TV, no matter how you dress it up. It’s fucking MATLOCK.



Tall Tales of Windless Trees


Today my new boss was telling tales from his time spent in the service. He talked about the weather climbing to 140 degrees or so (I’m guessing this was Fahrenheit), the money being good, and several of the customs of Bahrain. The severing of hands for stealing and of course death for adultery. You know. The usual.

Then he drifted into the mystical and spoke of the Tree of Life that exists in Manama Bahrain. He told me that this tree is thousands of years old and that it grows outside the village in a dead land. That the tree is the only living thing that grows for miles around and that they only let a handful of visitors (including mountain bikers these days) visit the area at a time because the villagers freak out otherwise.

Then things get weird.

Bahrain’s history goes back as far as civilisation itself. It has always been a focal trading point in the Middle East region, with Dilmun – an ancient trading empire that lasted for 2000 years – based here from around 3200 BC. From that time on, the locals have always been known as traders. And while these days much of that trade is in the lucrative oil industry, Bahrain is also a centre for banking and finance.

Away from Manama, there are 16th-century forts, pre-oil mansions, the astonishing 25km (16mi) King Fahad Causeway linking Bahrain to Saudi Arabia across the Gulf of Bahrain and the mysterious and symbolic Tree of Life. This broad, flourishing tree stands alone, surrounded by 2km (1.2mi) of desert. Although there is a steady supply of fresh water beneath Bahrain, this tree symbolises Bahrain’s own strength and success against the odds and is revered by locals.

He declared that on the trek to the site… the wind was blowing 40 MPH in every direction which only added to the hellish terrain. But once you are within mere feet of this rocksteady flora, the wind is still. Over, under, and around… the air does not disturb the leaves on this tree. He took many pictures. All of which produced no results.

And that is where he left the tale and we drifted into conversations about Playstation 2.

I, of course, embellished a little on this yarn. As I am sure he did. That’s a writer’s/storyteller’s prerogative. If you click on the Tree of Life link above you will see that someone has managed to snap an image of this photographically shy landmark.

I’ll just leave things at that.