Hucklebug, Ep 108: RIP Jesse Helms (or just R), shout-outs, movies (Bet: The Ice Harvest; Stennie: 1776, Protagonist, Towards Evening, The Best Years of Our Lives, Get Smart), lowlights & highlights, fuck-offs and you-rules, Bet & Stennie answer questions from Smileage and The Book of Questions.
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Dara Torres also rules for bringing the hotness:
http://www.shotaddict.com/wordpress/2007/07/27/3786.html
A big NO to $50k for putting down a beloved pet, or even my facebook dog, Elvis (a chocolate lab puppy, whose only fault is that he can’t catch a frisbee too well).
Long winded Belle du Jour response: I don’t want to condescend, but I don’t think the point is female empowerment either. I see it as director Bunuel trying to shock like he always does, through social satire. It’s an attack on the upperclass and their sexual hang-ups, as explored through fantasy. This is an important point: it’s not a literal film in the slightest.
Bunuel was known for his surrealist and anarchic visions, especially against religion and wealth. One method he used to anger his targets was to suggest that the most devout or upstanding were filled with perversions. Just watch any of his other major movies (L’Age d’Or, Viridiana, Discreet Charm/Bourgeoisie), and his satire becomes crystal clear. This film was definitely one of his most mainstream, and confused a wider audience, who I believe took it rather literally as the one where Deneuve plays a prostitute.
I really think this is a case where if you watch the film without some context, you could completely miss the point. But of course, that’s just my opinion. (Can you tell I love this movie?) You’re still allowed to hate it, although you really should apologize first.
Congrats on the Hackensaw love!
Re: Would you rather. I’d sail the world and walk on the moon anyday, simply because there are so few that can. And I’d cook and clean if I had a masseuse, preferably one like Catherine Deneuve in her prime.
Also, I love my mother, but $50K is $50K.
Argh! It ate my comment. It was witty and insightful. Really. Okay, I’m going to bed and will finish listening tomorrow.
Hey, if there are any hucklebuggers in San Diego, you all should come out to the South Bay Drive-In on Saturday the 26th for a book signing. Its all in connection Comic-Con. Visit http://www.socaldims.com for more info.
BTW Bet… how about John Cusack (Sayles?) in Grosse Point Blank?
Okay, I’m awake now and listening to the new podcast.
There are definitely people unfunnier than Larry the Cable Guy. I don’t really like him, but there are times, mostly when he’s on Blue Collar TV and doing stuff with Jeff Foxworthy and Bill Engvall that it’s funny. He also reads “Politically Correct Fairy Tales” to kids, Such as “Vertically Challenged Native American Riding Hood”. But he’s nowhere near as annoying as guys like Emo Phillips and Bobcat Goldthwait. But yes, he’s no Eddie.
Would I rather…? (I had no idea there were going to be so many, so I’ve edited these down)
I’d rather hike the Appalachian Trail, unless “sailing around the world” was on the QE2. Sailing around the world would be staring at a lot of water.
I’d definitely walk on the moon.
Both of those eras were sucky, but I guess I’d have to go with pioneer American to avoid the Black Death.
I’ll swim with dolphins, as I’ve already driven around a game park in Africa.
On the walls, I’ve been to both. Definitely Great Wall of China, even though it’s crowded and full of people hawking things. Berlin is fun, but for a wall experience, it’s Made in China.
I’d rather play in a band than be a solo artist. I also don’t want to be the frontperson in that band so I can screw off in the background.
No question. I’d get stuck in the elevator with Reege. I’d have to kill myself with Kathie Lee.
I’d take the chauffeur or housekeeper. I hate to drive, but if I can afford one of these, my house is probably big enough that I’d need a housekeeper. However, I go with “nanny”.
For happy birthday, I’d just sit there and politely smile. And then eat the free cake and not share.
For the cockroach, ditto above, only not eat the salad. And you’ve probably eaten plenty of roach bits in your life unknowingly.
On the cheating thing, depends on the circumstances and whose test. For something where I’m supposed to be doing it myself, no. If it’s some dumb thing that is checking a box to inflate someone else’s ego, absolutely.
I’d leave the note on the car, unless the bastard was parked illegally, in my space or across two spaces and the reason I got him was because he was taking up more than his space because his dick would fall off if he straightened out in the space (I HAYTE people who can take the time to straighten out in a tight parking lot).
I’d think I could grab both of these, but I’d take the bag with my passports and stuff and my backup portable hard drive. Easily carried. Has most of the information I need to reconstruct my life, and the baby pictures.
I’d watch the execution on tv. Wouldn’t go to a live one, unless it was to flip the switch on someone who had killed someone really close to me. If I can’t flip the switch, I’d wave.
Cash with no ID? Keep it, although not spend it for a little bit in case someone puts up some kind of convincing sign that they lost it. With ID, it goes back.
For the death, it would have to be Nick-the-child-not-the-cancer. And I’d definitely go flip the switch if someone did it to him.
Depends on the friend and whether it’s the first fight. I don’t hang up much, and neither do my friends. I’d probably wait a day or so if it’s unusual. If this is ongoing drama, they can call me when they’re good and ready or never.
What sick bastard wrote the question about 50k for a doggie? And no, it’s a pet.
Titties!
Betster, I got a pedicure today and it made me think of you. Although judging by your pictures, your feet are just prettier anyway.
You know, In my head I always think “famus” is pronounced “famoose”.
I would totally use the “I Haite Green Acres” ring tone. But really, if you put out “titties” as a ring tone, I’d probably use that too. I might even use “fuck off” and use it for my boss.
What’s wrong with sleeping your way to the top? You make it sound like a bad thing…
Selected either or answers:
I’d: ride the burro, swim with dolphins, weather a hurricane in a small boat, I’ve been to the Berlin wall, before it came down, so I’d pick China. I’d be in a super successful band, I’d rather die than be in an elevator with either Regis or Kathy Lee, I’d be a cop, because I’d get to frisk people. Although as a firefighter you could resuscitate the hot ones. I’d rather ballroom dance, I’d take the masseuse, (I am a good enough housewife). If I were presented with a roach in my salad, I’d probably react by screaming. I wouldn’t be calm enough to think about what I ought to do. I like winning. I’d rather play a game with someone who isn’t as skilled. *sigh* that almost never happens. Especially not in bowling. I think my high score is 60. If I scratched a Porche, I wouldn’t leave a note. They can afford to have it fixed, and fuck them for having so much money. If I scratched a Dodge Dart in decent condition, in a fire I’d grab the file with my insurance info, not my computer. That is backed up online. I would NOT watch a televised execution. I’d be outside picketing. I’ve left several movies that suck, and NO I would NOT take any amount of money to put down my healthy dog!
Topic: If it were Eddie Izzard you were trapped with in the elevator, what would you talk about?
Just to clarify—BELLE DE JOUR as female empowerment was Nancy Friday’s idea not mine. I see the film as a wicked comedy about upper middle class white women’s sexual fantasies which involve rape and prostitution. You see the same idea working presenting itself (usually without the wit and intelligence of BDJ) in romance novels, romantic comedies, classic films such as GWTS and soap operas. I read an interview with Anthony Geary who said he was disturbed by the fans who would yell, “Rape me, Luke! Rape me!”
Does Bet have children? She’s mentioned “kids” in several podcasts, but in the latest one, she said she had no one to save. Since she doesn’t sound like an uncaring mother, I’m assuming “kids” might refer to the Hockensack Boys or her nephews. A thank you to Heidi for explaining who the Hockensack Boys were.
For 50,000, I would not put down my cat. I have never been able to tolerate the suffering of the vulnerable—human or animal.
When I was much younger, I found 700 in an unmarked envelope. I kept it. I bought a cd player and speakers and compact discs back when the discs came in huge cardboard containers.
If I damaged a car with a Bush/Cheney bumper sticker, I would not leave a note.
I would not watch a live execution. I nearly had a panic attack at the end of DANCER IN THE DARK.
I would rather be stuck in an elevator with Kathie Lee because I’d like to know why she has allowed herself to be humiliated personally and professionally.
I’d perish in a fire because I’d be dumb enough to keep going back for all my belongings.
Here’s something that happened to me on Friday: I went to Borders for coffee and an acquaintance of mine was singing. I tried to hide as much as possible so I wouldn’t have to stay and listen. She has a fine voice, but the performance was not great—technical problems, annoying between song patter, idiotic lyrics, etc. She saw me, but I didn’t want to stay and make up a lie so I waved and mouthed “I have to go.” I left. Would you have stayed? Would you have lied about the quality of the performance? I feel a bit guilty for leaving. Should I email the woman and lie about the quality of the performance? Or should I write nothing?
Michelle:
Just last week I accidentally opened my door into a jet-black Jaguar. You’d have had to look for it, but I left a little speck of paint. What I didn’t leave was a note.
I DID feel bad at first, but then I figured that the driver probably aided in screwing up the last two elections, and didn’t think of my needs once.
Yeah, I’m a real jerk. I also kick adorable, big-eyed puppies.
TITTIES!
Jesse Helmes can fuck off and d—oh hey! 😀
Rosie Grier and Ray Milland were in “The Thing with Two Heads.” From IMDB: “They transplanted a white bigot’s head on a soul brother’s body!”
I didn’t make that up.
Bet, that’s awesome that Baby Jay dug your YT vid! I don’t like to leave comments on YT because often times (in my experience) YT commenters aren’t too bright. 🙁 Not always. I’d rather not get lumped into their ilk.
So sorry about the neighbor thing, Sten—we lucked out here—ours is a techno DJ but our walls are so thick we can’t hear him unless we’re in the kitchen.
Hey, maybe your neighbor didn’t want to leave until she said good-bye to you.
The back-and-forth thing was a lot of fun in this ep. I can’t believe there’s actually a book called “The Book of Questions.”
Is there a companion book called “The Book of Answers”?
I don’t think I’d leave a note if it was a little ding or a small dent. It’s happened to me too many times for me to give a crap, frankly. Once in college I came out to my car to find the front left fender smashed in and the tire flat. Nobody left a note for me then. The other day when coming home from the subway, right on our block, TheWife and I passed a small SUV we actually felt sorry for—someone must have come around our hairpin corner and smashed into his rear left fender, shoving the entire vehicle up, onto the curb and tearing the rear right tire completely off the wheel.
If I did that, I’d have left a note—or maybe even hung around until the guy came back.
It all makes me glad I don’t own a car.
I wouldn’t bring anything if my apartment was burning down. Everything that truly matters is backed-up online except for my unfinished videos, and frankly, that would be a good thing since I’d finally have an excuse for not finishing them yet.
Well, maybe my iPhone. I’d need *something* to get online with.
There has already been an execution on video (not TV) and I didn’t watch it. Daniel Pearl’s beheading was on the Internet and I knew a bunch of people who watched it and even a few said “it wasn’t that bad”. I simply explained that there were some things I didn’t want inside my head. Watching someone die like that is one of them.
I walked out of Spider-Man 3, leaving my wife behind in the theater. I walked home by myself, didn’t even ask for a refund. The two of us walked out of “Forbidden Kingdom” ten minutes in and made sure to get a refund.
The 50k thing is a tough question. I love my cats, but eventually you put them to sleep anyway and there are plenty of other cats that need homes who end up getting murdered, right? I don’t know what I’d do, but 50k would pay for a lot of subway fares.
Damn, Michelle beat me to this joke: Oh and I think HB ringtones would be great. Mine would be:
TITTIES!
Crystal, if I was in that situation, the minute I heard someone I knew singing, I’d bolt immediately and do my book-shopping later. Unless my wife was with me in which case I’d just quietly hope my wife didn’t notice our friend singing. Then it’d all be like “we must support our friends” and three hours later we’d still be in the damn Borders ignoring our own lives so that this singer friend feels loved.
Damn supportive people!!
Oh, Topic suggestion: Do either of you have one thing you’ve always wanted to do that you’d sacrifice your life for?
As in: I’ve always wanted to go into space—even if I knew I would never make it back, I’d still want to do it. Anything like that for you guys?
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