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This is a video I've hit replay on, several times. I still giggle each time I see it. I know several people in my circles could also use some giggles, And so I present "Adorable Baby is Adorable" (aka: "The Modern Lullaby for Nerds"):



[Edited to add: The Second Half! (accidentally hit the enter key while trying to preview)]

And then, there's this one (that you very well may have seen already). My favorite (I think) is joke #10:

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I wonder why ...

;-)


ETA:

So what does have four eyes and sings through its nose?
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The other day, on an access-locked post, I wrote about things I was doing that made me feel better than I would if I hadn't done them. At the very end of that list, I wrote:

Laugh out Loud at YouTube videos of Physics Professors playing with magnets, and great big cats trying to squeeze into small boxes...

And I thought it would only be fair if I shared the pro-fundity of it all:

(He had me at "Whee!" -- and also: "I can do it again, if you like!")


The Great and glorious Maru:
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Here's what I put in the Information Section:

As we get older, our feelings toward each accumulated birthday get more complicated. And often, I'm more excited about celebrating friends' birthdays than my friends are... Thus, my inspiration for this song.

The lyrics are my own. The tune is "Vive la Compagnie" (or:"Vive l'Amour"). This song dates from at least the mid-nineteenth century, and has also become one of the more popular (in variant forms) Scouting songs.

A discussion thread on the song's history and roots can be found on the Mudcat forums, here: http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=82928#1519987

lyrics )
capriuni: A watercolor sketch of a small green troll with blue eyes (Eloise 2)
Yesterday, I got hit with a nostalgia-pang, and went web-surfing to see what D.C. (now Dana) Simpson was up to.

Found her blog: Ink and White Space -- and it turns out, she's got a paying contract (Since April 23, of this year) with Universal UClick comics (formerly United Press Syndicate) (gocomics.com), alongside Peanuts, Doonsbury, and Heathcliff.

Her new comic is Heavenly Nostrils, and it's about a nine-year old girl and her best friend unicorn.

The site is full of ads, and no doubt is data-mining my existence, but I registered to receive email updates, anyway, because if anyone deserves a paying gig, it's Ms. Simpson.

And today's strip ("This is it, Marigold. This'll be the summer I'm big enough and brave enough to jump from the HIGH rock.") is so pro-fun that Eloise woke up and did a happy dance...
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That I wanted to weep for joy...

Or, it could be just one of those days.

But anyway, good video (the guy who makes these patters away as though the scripts were written by W. S. Gilbert).

Link to the blog which has the video, a full text of the script, for those who can't watch video, and a bonus LOL .gif from NASA of Eris, wearing shades, and the caption: "Y Dwarf -- Chillin' in Space" (God, I love NASA -- such geeks!).

http://cgpgrey.squarespace.com/blog/is-pluto-a-planet.html
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More grandpa with a yellow ukulele (though in this specific instance he is a great-uncle)

Shared with the hope that it cheers people who need some cheering.



Info provided by said grandpa/great-uncle:

Remy started watching Lew Dite when he was a year and a half old. He is now four and a half and taking ukulele lessons. Remy lives on the west coast and I'm in Montreal, but through the magic of technology I get to play with him... Remy is an inspiration to me.

transcript )
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(This is unfiltered, because I can't remember if I have you all on the same one...)

Hey gang! I've actually started writing my Eloise* story -- as in actually putting it down as strings of words in a retrievable medium, and not just thinking the words to myself, over and over. I'd like to go back and reread what I (We) wrote about the time "Sweetheart" first materializes by Eloise's bridge -- I think it was just an alluded to memory, and I'll probably change it up a good bit. But I want to remind myself of the armature.

But I can't remember which story that appeared in -- was it at the start of the third Hoedown, or the end of the second?

*(Though she isn't named Eloise, yet, because she doesn't know her true identity, yet, and the tribe of Nasty trolls who fostered her through childhood would never deign to use human names)

Thanks!

Also -- am thinking of creating an Eloise filter -- would any of you like to be on it (Hoedown alums or otherwise)?
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Hey, I finally remembered the fifth thing that I meant to post, yesterday (a 24-hour delay's not so bad, right?)

Ruby Takes the Parade.

The best story for celebrating "the Revolution"* as anything I've ever read.

Go! Read!

*the peaceful, pro-fun kind.
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And all other Pro-Fun Trolls in my Circle, when it comes down to it:

Here are the last minutes (just shy of ten) of On the Riviara, starring Danny Kaye (yes, more of him).

Though the more of him I see, the more I want to go back in time and hang out with Sylvia Fine-- his wife, producer, and personal song writer. She's the one who wrote this epilogue song, and that song is the reason I'm making this post. Yet all the information about her I can find is seen through the filter of her husband. When it could just have easily been the other way around.

Anyway, I stumbled across this song in the wee hours. If ever a song were a pro-fun Anthem, this would be it:

This song starts on the vid at around 6:38, and as good an epilogue for its genre as Shakespeare ever wrote for one of his comedies. Really.
And talk about meta! meta-loving Geeks, rejoice!

Happy Ending -- lyrics and music by Silvia Fine )

Why, oh why is this not a pop-culture standard?
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Overall thumbnail sketch -- Think: the Teletubbies' house.

  1. It would be sphere- / dome-based, with curvy, serpentine corridors -- earth-built, poured, molded reinforced concrete, adobe or the like, to avoid the problems of leaking joints in the Geodescic dome Buckminster Fuller designed (as much as I love Bucky).

  2. It would be multi-storied. But instead of stairs (which I cannot climb), or elevators (which can be persnickety and break, and cannot be used in fire) it would have a long, spirally ramp all along the outside wall of the central room, with hand rails within easy pulling reach, so I can pull myself up it fairly easily in event that my motor chair is in the shop, or somthing. And rolling down it would be a major blast. I could sell tickets, and people could come ride it for fun.


  3. It would be at least 50% underground (maybe even 60% or 70% underground), and burrow-like, with tunnels, for a safe place to go where tonadoes and hurricanes could not reach me. Also, easier to heat in winter and cool in summer.


  4. For light: some variation on fiber optic tubes, which could reflect the natural sunlight light around corners, and into the interior, making the light non-glary and diffuse, but still bright enough to see.


  5. For windows: a variation of the same, that would somehow allow me to directly reflect what's going on outside my house onto an interior wall. So I can world-watch and people watch, and skip those large, vulnerable panes of glass that leak energy and have to run-away from in storms (I'd prefer if this tech is passive, relying on mirrors and lenses, rather than electronic cameras and computer digitization; may not even be possible, but this is my dream home).


  6. For teh lulz: the exterior facade, leading to the foyer, could be relatively tiny, maybe just a bit wider than the front door, with a gabled, tiled roof, built into the side of the "hill," which would be the main, central dome. For the general TARDIS-y effect of: "It's bigger on the Inside!!!" for new visiters. Also, this would have the practical effect of minimizing the area vulnerable to damaging winds. Floods would be another story, but no building is entirely without risk.


  7. And, saving the most important detail for last:

  8. It would be in a wheelchair-accessible neighborhood, with wide sidewalks and well-designed curb cuts, and a bus stop a block or two away, where wheelchair-friendly buses make regular and reasonably frequent stops. So I could leave my cozy burrow when I chose, and go to a wheelchair-accessible art museum, and actually see the art without having to wait outside a locked door begging for a security guard to let me in.


You know, the little things.
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It's a Muppet Sketch from the Ed Sullivan Show, the May before Sesame Street premiered. Just so you know, it's not intended for a child audience (put behind a cut for the use of a gun / death, in case that's a push-button or trigger).

But I'm posting it because it reminds me of Internet Nasty Trolls, and how to deal with them, and I want to spread some catch phrases (maybe for people to make into icons -- hint! wink!)

'Beautiful Day Monster' sketch, May 11, 1969 )
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(The one where Craig Ferguson wrote a filk over the show's theme tune all about the show)

Much thanks to [livejournal.com profile] alto2 for putting it up in her journal so I could see it, and pass it on to you.



(I'll try to write up a full transcript, eventually. But doing it in all one go will probably break my branez. So I'll come back throughout the day and ETA bits and pieces).

Let's just start with the lyrics to the song, itself:

Lyrics (as best as I can make out) )
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I actually intended to make this post [mumble]::two months ago::[/mumble], in honor of a nice, round, Tenth Anniversary. But then, I kind of forgot.

...And then, I got embarrassed that I forgot.

And then, I kinda forgot-some-more-on-purpose.

Last Night's scare about LJ purging inactive accounts reminded me that I'd wanted to do this pimp post for a while.

Anyway:

On May 24th, 2000, I started a thread on rec.arts.drwho that I hoped would be a fun distraction from the Pro-McCoy Troll vs. Pro-Pertwee Troll flamewars, called: "PRO-FUN TROLL HOEDOWN HERE, ALL WELCOME." A thread that I expected to last a week, at most, ended up lasting three weeks, and turned into a wild and woolly narrative with a dozen-and-a-quarter authors, called:

Chaos in Cyberspace (Warning: that title is descriptive in many ways; proceed with caution).

Three more such narratives followed, more or less annually, and getting longer and longer, in both time it took to physically write the story, and in terms of the storyline itself.

By January '06, the usenet usergroups were becoming ghost sites, and I moved the hoedown hub to a pair of LiveJournal comms: Tardis_Hoedown (for the actual writing of the story) and Pro_Fun (for author-to-author sidechats outside the story and idea-dumps).

[livejournal.com profile] pedanther, [livejournal.com profile] scarfman, [livejournal.com profile] dabhid_c and I are currently discussing Tardis_Hoedown's regeneration, so to speak. And I thought I'd take this oportunity to pimp, and invite newcomers, and open the floor to discussion on what sort of comm it should be.
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Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] snowgrouse for the link to the Google SearchStory generator; it allowed me to make a vid without a camera, or worrying if my hair is brushed (it's not, btw)

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AKA:

"A very special Valentine's Day Greeting for those who are not sucked into the hyper-commercialized, hyper-heterosexuliazed, false symbolism perpetuated by the Capitalist-Industrial complex (but kinda wish they were, anyway)."

(But that wouldn't all fit into the subject line).

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] pedanther for his initial roundup:

First, the Discovery Channel loved the whole world -- two versions:





Then, the Discovery Channel invited people to make their own versions:





Then, Randall Munroe, author of the webcomic XKCD did his version as a comic strip (but unfortunately, now when you click it in the archive, all you get is a little red x in a square)

Then, Olga Nunes, sang the song with Munroe's lyrics, and her friends made an animated version:



Then, they got together again, and made a live-action version (with some folks that I gather geeks tend to recognize):



Why do I love this love song, in particular?

First -- it is, decidedly, undoubtedly, whole-heartedly, PRO-FUN!!

Second -- it is encouraging people to break into song (or at least, encouraging people to accept the idea of breaking into song). One of my pet-peeves with our late-twentieth century, Western, culture* is that people have become afraid to sing where anyone else can hear them. Overly produced, auto-tune "enhanced" music, has done as much, I think to harm people's perception of their own voice as the fashion industry, and photoshopped magazine covers have done to harm body image.

Third -- It's pro-fun. ...Oh, I said that already. Still, it bears repeating. Also, if you must have an earworm crawling through your mind, this one is better for your mood than "Major Tom."

*The Twenty-first Century is still a little too young to have developed its own identity, I think. I don't think the Twentieth Century got its own feel until after The Great War...




Also: Happy Chinese New Year! It's the year of the Tiger!
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But I needed emergency measures of cheerfulness.

here, have some New Who Silliness:

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