Episode 211: Thanksgiving, shout-outs, movies (Bet: City Island, Midnight Run, A Serious Man; Stennie: none), The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin, New Favorites (Bet: Blacksburg Dog Park, Stennie: Instapaper.com), What’s Up With That – the origins of hip-hop phenomenon Drake, and Oregon Dept. of Transportation, Fuck Offs and You Rules. We ran long this week and ran out of time for our topic.
Music: “The Hucklebuck,” performed by Sierra Rein, Lee Rocker, and Frank Sinatra.
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First, I have an idea for the melody and lyrics of the favorites segment, sung to the tune of memories:
Favorites, in the cobwebs of our minds
Just like Oprah Winfrey’s Favorites
But without the prize giveaways…..
Second, I agree with Bet, Midnight Run is a classic. My favorite line from Midnight Run:
The Duke: It’s the truth, I can’t fly. I suffer from Aviaphobia.
Jack: Whats that mean?
The Duke: It means I can’t fly. I also suffer from Acrophobia and Claustraphobia.
Jack: I’ll tell you what, if you don’t cooperate your going to be suffering from… Fistaphobia!
Fistaphobia – you got to love it!
There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Stennie, dear Stennie. So the question remains: paper or plastic for said dicks?
I think the first clue that it wasn’t Bristol’s own words was the lack of gay slurs.
A Serious Man is my favorite movie of the year. My #1 pick of 2010 (it’s a 2009 movie but I watched the DVD that came out last spring). Without giving away spoilers, since Bet mentioned Job, it’s safe to say the movie is a complete retelling of the book of Job. If you’ll read it, or refresh your memory, the movie will be more enjoyable. Like Bet found, it may not make sense otherwise. The Coens did a brilliant job (in both meanings of the word).
The whole Palin family is a waste of oxygen (except for the baby who can’t help it). The only entertainment value they have is trying to figure out who’s the bigger idiot. I keeping swapping depending on who’s talking. I think Sara is tops until Tod opens his pie hole. Bristol seems to take the lead until Sara shoots out a tweet, and so forth. I think they are in a contest to see who can say the most idiotic thing of the week. Other than marvel at how stupid they are, I ignore them. You’d think the odds are at least one would have some sense, but nope.
The song you are looking for is called Sevivon
The transliterated lyrics go like this:
Sevivon Sov Sov Sov
Chanukah Hu Chag Tov
Chanukah Hu Chag Tov
Sevivon Sov Sov Sov
Chag Simcha hu la’am
Nes Gadol Haya Sham
Nes Gadol Haya Sham
Chag Simcha hu la’am
Sevivon means “Dreidel”
The first verse is about the dreidel spinning (sov sov sov) and what a nice holiday Hanukkah is.
The second basically just says “a great miracle happened there” sandwiched between “It’s a joyful holiday for the people.”
The seco
Oops, wish I could edit that last comment. I started to repeat myself!
“Well, Bones or Bone, it’s a ridiculous name.” HAHAHAHAHAAAA! Stennie, you crack me up!
It’s not the little “L” in drawings that I love, it’s the second “W”. Draw-wings. Delightful. And I said I would pay money to hear it again, but you blew it. Sorry suckers!
Tell you what. I’ll pledge it to kick Nick the Cancer’s ass if y’all ever Podcast-a-thon again. Hint.
My first thought when I read “Bristol Palin’s” response to Olberman was, “Damn, girl. You talk to your mother with that liberal-elitist mouth?”
Her use of words like ‘canard’ and ‘incredulity’ is really just more hypocrisy piled on top of the abstinence bullshit. Seriously, whom did she (and her hack publicist) think they were kidding? (More thoughts on Bristol Palin to come. Maybe.)
Stennie’s new role as preacher / pastor / evangelist and the doctrinal practices she espouses force me to ask: How shall we eat a bag of dicks, o lord?
Here’s the thing that, even before the Olberman kerfuffle, I found so vexing about Bristol Palin: I watched nearly every minute of Dancing with the Stars. At first, I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and actually kind of hoped to see her shine and delight us all, in spite of who her mother is. But as soon as better dancers started getting voted off the show, and she started playing the Palin-victim card, decrying anyone who didn’t support her as a “hater” and talking about what a “middle-finger” it would be to people who “didn’t like” her or her mom, it was pretty clear that wasn’t going to happen.
Bristol, honey, me saying that you don’t deserve to stay on the show because you didn’t dance as well as others doesn’t make me a “hater,” any more than being asked to do the show makes you a “good dancer.” It’s a concept called “merit,” something with which I am inclined to suspect you are not terribly well acquainted.
Growing up in the environment you did, it’s likely that you have a skewed idea of what it means to be an underdog or a dark horse. So let me offer some helpful insight. Getting a crazy-ass lucky break and being invited to the big game on something other than your bona fides is not a guarantee of success against all odds. It’s still up to you to prove to everyone that you really do belong there; you really do have what it takes to compete—at the same level as the rest of the field. Neither you nor your mother seems to understand this.
I suggest you both go back and watch the movie Rocky. It’s the (if I may use a liberal-elitist term) paradigmatic Cinderella story: A nobody from nowhere gets a chance to shine on a national stage; to prove to the world that he’s neither some random bum nor the butt of an enormous practical joke. Take particular note of the fact that (spoiler alert) Rocky does not actually defeat Apollo Creed in the big fight. Being the underdog did not magically imbue the Italian Stallion with invincibility. But the important lesson–which you and your mother have failed to grasp–is that Rocky proved, to everyone’s astonishment, that he deserved to be in that ring because he actually had the goods to go toe-to-toe with the Champ.
It would have been wonderful to find that you had this hidden, untapped talent as a dancer, or even that you were just somebody who made up for a lack of natural ability with a ton of heart, hard work and/or charm and charisma (see, e.g, Kyle Massey and Kelly Osbourne). Instead, you chose to show us that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.