in high regard among the swells
exactly how alcohol now is.
A sip for celebratory cheers
moody contemplation, tears,
or proof of frathouse prowess.
That we're all in this together.
Some readers of this Journal have tossed their heaving lines onto the deck of the good ship "Boxing Day" and I feel strongly about an omission that your host had deliberated. This is a character named "Box," from the 1976 film Logan's Run, portrayed -- with dryer hoses and shiny stuff -- by Roscoe Lee Browne. Logan's Run was a popular sci-fi buddy film set in a pleasant enough future, if you don't mind having to live entirely indoors and die at the age of thirty.
The only thing that I can recall about Logan's Run is Jenny Agutter. Or, most likely, her outfit: She was also in a 1971 movie called Walkabout, where her character's wardrobe was less oppressive. But, I enjoy sharing images here in the Journal, so, here is a photograph of Jenny Agutter: when she was twelve.
She is now 57, and looks remarkably similar.
Although I remember her best from An American Werewolf in London.
Back last century when your host deigned to share his audio production
enormous talent unequaled skill blind barnyard luck work with the world, there were a few tenets that he brought from print advertising media, where he had failed quite admirably.
A compelling argument is generally made for remaining positive in media -- albeit the results can be construed as saccharine. Even though the word "no" is smaller and uses less ink and thus once could have been rationalized as a cost-saver, its use was curbed and restricted to slogans where it was partnered with "waxy yellowy build-up" or "bitter taste." And even in those instances, the product ran the risk of being associated with -- and not dissociated from -- those negative qualities.
So, one wonders what exactly was going on at the meeting discussing this package copy,
A great diversion on the day after Christmas is arguing with family and friends the etymology of "Boxing Day." According to Wallbank's Cavalcade of Saints's Days: I have a little box under me arm,
The origins of "Boxing Day" is ("...is..." because the singular "origins" is one of those funny words that looks like a plural because it has an "s" -- and not one of those plurals that some authors create by using "'s" -- which is becoming so vogue nowadays. Are becoming. Whatever...) easily found in this verse of a popular song, written by Saint Steven before he was shot with arrows. It has been said that Saint Steven's choice of "folk music" as an avocation led to his painful martyrdom. Or is that Buffy Sainte-Marie? Seen here stringing up one of her weapons with our ubiquitous pal Pete Seeger: or, actually, here, in this traditional Wren Boys tune. If you don't know The Wren Boys, you are very lucky. These are the urchins who go around killing birds in your backyard and offering to dispose of the carcass -- for a fee! To curtail this sly extortion, folk songs were written that made them seem like, well, simple begging children who are either dim or cheeky, obsessively repeat themselves compulsively, and apparently call everyone "Mrs. Clancy": And with that, we close all of the little doors and pack the Advent Calendar back into its box. Thanks for playing along.
Under me arm
Under me arm.
I have a little box under me arm,
A penny or tuppence would do it no harm.
Mrs. Clancy's a very good woman,
A very good woman,
A very good woman,
Mrs.Clancy's a very good woman,
She give us a penny to bury the wren.
Well, we'll have none of that in this parish!
I have a little box under me arm,
This piece was written by longtime columnist for the Fall River Herald News John McAvoy. It was placed in the Congressional Record by Representative Barney Frank, who is -- ironically -- neither Irish nor Catholic nor a resident of Fall River. I once had a few "laughs" with John McAvoy last century and would like to share his 1983 Christmas column with you. It's about the town where I was born.
“When Christmas fires are burning,
Old memories come and go,
Like light and shadows playing,
Within the firelight glow,a magic scene appears,
Dear faces smile and beckon, from out of other years."
“So those who love their fellow men,
Are glad it is December,
For peace on earth and memories,
Are precious to remember.”
The "23" reminds us that today is Christmas Adam. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, of course, and Holiday anticipation approaches feverish preoccupation. Imaginative readers have conjectured that the biblical "Adam" might have been anticipating his "Eve," although he has to get knocked out and mussed up a bit before encountering her. Eve is introduced after Adam in the Creation narrative, so the day before Christmas Eve is traditionally known as "Christmas Adam." (A hypothetical exegesis was also hyperbolically related here).
Looking at the "23" above reminds me of the "33" on the Rolling Rock beer bottle.
And beer reminds one of pizza.
Pizza reminds me of this image of ginchy Welsh teevee star Eve Myles, "Gwen Cooper" from that Torchwood one. (I cannot vouch for Welsh pizza.)
Because you thought I'd let this go without a pin-up of Julie London:(Incidentally, the twelfth cut on Julie London's Calendar Girl album is "Warm In December" -- not "I'd Like You For Christmas" written by her husband Bobby Troup. I'm sure that there's a story in that.)
That Fourteen reminds us of a birthday.
-"Lee Remick" by the Go-Betweens, 1978(This presentation features Lee Remick. Who came not from Ireland, but Quincy Massachusetts, which is not particularly mountainous. The rest, though, is undeniable.)
Take special care while you lift the Seven on the ashcan lid shoved down the leaking gutter alleyway in the cold December rain that stings your rum-rosy cheeks under your mascara tearstained eyes...... it's Birthday Boy Tom Waits, with a Christmas card from a hooker in Minneapolis! He's 60 today.
I heard about this on our local talk radio. Host was getting quite a bit sauced about it, drooling and frothing, so I couldn't really make it out. Something about a big hoax. I thought that it was about the climate thing, but the wireless reception here on the timemarsh is a little funny since Colonel Green's radiodome wnet down, so I think this is what the gag is about...
Call it what you will -- Precocious Kids Hoax, Childrens' Television Whitewash -- but this Art Linkletter character perpetrated the most elaborately vicious and perfidious examples of mendacity.
Using what are obviously staged and carefully edited interviews, Linkletter's weekly television documentary program fooled viewers into believing that kids actually do say the darnedest things.
However, interstudio memorandums have been brought to light (while a maintenance crew was clearing Linkletter's old studio for a reality program starring Lou Dobbs and Sarah Palin)that show clearly that Linkletter's crew -- and obviously Linkletter himself -- was involved in a huge "production" that involved nothing less than coverups, staged antics, and special lighting effects.
These kids saying allegedly the darnedest things were, for the most part, just regular youngsters who, as seen in every other generation of youngster, did not say the darnedest things. At all.
Those alarmists who believe that kids do indeed say the darnedest things have been found out by a group calling themselves "realists" who claim that the found memos make references to a “trick” that would “hide the not-darnedness” of kids statements, and instructions to "edit" contrary data from the broadcast. ("Edit" -- some television professionals admit -- means, "to edit.")
The most damaging revelations indicate that producers -- all members of the Hollywood liberal elite -- may have “manipulated or suppressed evidence in order to support their cause” -- that of kids saying the darnedest things.
Many of these Realists insist that they themselves did not say the darnedest things as children, that their own kids do not say the darnedest things, and believe that Mr Linkletter's insistence that kids say the darnedest things stems from his being born in Canada, where kids may have once said the darnedest things, but no longer do because of socialism.
I don't buy it. Linkletter seems like a pretty nice guy...
... just as North Atlantic Hurricane Season closes. Since stately Goon Manor has just begun to decorate for the War on Christmas Season, your host was late in remembering to fetch the Julekalendar down from the garret where treasured seasonal mementos are hid the rest of the year.
And since today is December the Second, we get two special gifts:
1. A Hand-powered Chainsaw!
2. A Dennis Day Christmas Album! With Jack Benny!