Chanukah at Telekvetch
Dec. 27th, 2003 01:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielI've been wearing my "Happy Hanukkah" sweatshirt with the big honkin' gold Star of David on the front all day long. It's the least I could do since I didn't have candles for my menorah this year. Yes, I celebrate everything. If I knew enough about it not to look like a complete idiot, I'd probably celebrate Kwanzaa too, that is if I didn't offend anyone by doing so. Maybe I should just stick to holidays that are celebrated within the family?
Anyway, so I'm here at Telehell, bundled up in my Chanukah sweatshirt, wish to the Hebrew God of gods that I was not here. Some days I feel all I do is work yet, when I'm not working, I make absolutely no productive use of my time. Like tonight! I have a few emails I need to address, but no motivation to do so. Instead, I made a LJ icon, inspired by a conversation I had with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toddzilla2001 over the Xmas holiday.
One of our favourite shows was an episode of Amazing Stories entitled "Family Dog". Ohmigod, this show was so fucking funny! It was a Brad Bird animated episode (Brad later went on to make "The Iron Giant") that just blew Todd and me away. Everyone should see this cartoon, especially if they like Tim Burton, who supervised the animation on the project. Basically, the storyline is this:
This dog, whose nose hovers bizarrely about a half inch from his face, is just trying to make it through the day. He endures the cruelty of the freak-ass son, a mauling by the daughter, who's obviously on speed, a few whacks with a rolled-up newspaper from the dad, who was wanting to cover up that he'd just farted in front of his buddy, and a lecture from the put-upon mom. "Do I have dreams, do I have aspirations? No, but I have a toilet bowl that springtime fresh and I'm pleased as punch to be a short-order cook to a dog!" The poor beastie! So later on, he's over-fed the family's supper, because none of them can stand what mom made, and left alone as the family goes out to dinner. While they're gone, two bumbling crooks break into the home and the dog is too stuffed to be able to move and protect the place. When the family gets back to an empty house, it's decided that the dog is to attend guard dog school. This place is a hellhole, run by a rancid old crone by the name of Gerta LeStrange and her demented assistant Gronka (a very good comparison and, I think, a blatant rip off of these characters is Izma and Kronk from "The Emperor's New Groove"). It should also be of note that the person who voices Gerta is also the voice for the possessed Regan in "The Exorcist," so yeah she's one scary byotch. Ms. LeStrange promises the dad that she can turn his dog into a "white hot ball of canine terror".....and she does. The poor dog is transformed to a regular mutt into a walking piranha, if triggered. The same burglars trigger him and he ends up attached to one of their arms with his teeth. Thus begins his career in crime. The dog becomes notorious in the underworld and is feared by law-abiding citizens everywhere. One of the funniest scenes is where the dog is in this dive, looking all surly, lapping at a martini. What happens after that is a scream, but I'm saying no more. Anyone who reads this will have to go rent "Amazing Stories" and watch the show for themselves. While you're at it, watch "Mummy Daddy" too. You'll laugh your ass right off.
So anyway, I found a picture of the family dog online and made an icon. Cute ain't he?
I'm watching "Star Wars" right now. The special effects still look damned good, even though we've evolved to CGI. Besides, Lord Vader is groovy, no matter how old the movie is. I remember having trading cards for the original movie and my favourite was always Darth Vader. Even as a kid, I was turned on by bad guys in leather. Heavy breathing is just gravy. I surely hope that EPIII is better than "Attack of the Clones." I never thought I would aggressively dislike any of the SW films, but I really have issues with EPII. Maybe it was sour grapes over the loss of Maul, but I don't think so. It was just bloody boring and the acting was horrid. George Lucas should be ashamed, but I'm certain he isn't as it takes a pretty shameless individual to fuck around with a classic like he did with "A New Hope."
It just occurred to me how much the Jawas look like the dwarf slaves from "Phantasm." Now I'm creeped out. It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm alone here in Telehell with nothing but the TV to keep me company, and I know have the creeps. Jesus H. Christ, esquire!
I have balanced the budget and, with my latest Telesuck check, I will be able to cover all my financial obligations for the rest of the month; however, Aunt Tudi and I won't have grocery money until next week. This sucketh mightily, since we have a partial gallon of milk and half a loaf of bread. What if it snows? We'll perish.
I need to figure out how to set aside about $30 to get samples of protein drinks so I'll know what I need to get for the surgery, if I am approved. The Nectar drinks look interesting, but they're expensive; however, I won't be drinking very much at any given time, now will I? So it should last a while. It's just a matter of affording it all. Oh, what am I getting myself into?
Despite the upbeat air of this post, I'm still in a pissy mood. This was probably the worse holiday I've had in recent times, but I learnt a valuable lesson: sentimentality will get you nowhere but down in the dumps. That said, I'll probably be more of a Scrooge next year than I was this year, just to stave off any misguided hope that I'll spend quality time with the ones I love. I could whine about gifts too, but it was the togetherness that meant something to me. Nothing else really mattered. Next year it won't. That way, no one is hurt and no expectations will be dashed. Problem solved!
John Williams really outdid himself with the music for "Star Wars," although I wonder how much he listened to Dvorak as a young man. The similarities are astounding at times. The last movement of "The New World Symphony" and the music to the finale of the first movie have several overlapping musical points. It's very cool.
I'm all talked out now. It's time to fart around elsewhere online and enjoy this movie.
Anyway, so I'm here at Telehell, bundled up in my Chanukah sweatshirt, wish to the Hebrew God of gods that I was not here. Some days I feel all I do is work yet, when I'm not working, I make absolutely no productive use of my time. Like tonight! I have a few emails I need to address, but no motivation to do so. Instead, I made a LJ icon, inspired by a conversation I had with
toddzilla2001 over the Xmas holiday. One of our favourite shows was an episode of Amazing Stories entitled "Family Dog". Ohmigod, this show was so fucking funny! It was a Brad Bird animated episode (Brad later went on to make "The Iron Giant") that just blew Todd and me away. Everyone should see this cartoon, especially if they like Tim Burton, who supervised the animation on the project. Basically, the storyline is this:
This dog, whose nose hovers bizarrely about a half inch from his face, is just trying to make it through the day. He endures the cruelty of the freak-ass son, a mauling by the daughter, who's obviously on speed, a few whacks with a rolled-up newspaper from the dad, who was wanting to cover up that he'd just farted in front of his buddy, and a lecture from the put-upon mom. "Do I have dreams, do I have aspirations? No, but I have a toilet bowl that springtime fresh and I'm pleased as punch to be a short-order cook to a dog!" The poor beastie! So later on, he's over-fed the family's supper, because none of them can stand what mom made, and left alone as the family goes out to dinner. While they're gone, two bumbling crooks break into the home and the dog is too stuffed to be able to move and protect the place. When the family gets back to an empty house, it's decided that the dog is to attend guard dog school. This place is a hellhole, run by a rancid old crone by the name of Gerta LeStrange and her demented assistant Gronka (a very good comparison and, I think, a blatant rip off of these characters is Izma and Kronk from "The Emperor's New Groove"). It should also be of note that the person who voices Gerta is also the voice for the possessed Regan in "The Exorcist," so yeah she's one scary byotch. Ms. LeStrange promises the dad that she can turn his dog into a "white hot ball of canine terror".....and she does. The poor dog is transformed to a regular mutt into a walking piranha, if triggered. The same burglars trigger him and he ends up attached to one of their arms with his teeth. Thus begins his career in crime. The dog becomes notorious in the underworld and is feared by law-abiding citizens everywhere. One of the funniest scenes is where the dog is in this dive, looking all surly, lapping at a martini. What happens after that is a scream, but I'm saying no more. Anyone who reads this will have to go rent "Amazing Stories" and watch the show for themselves. While you're at it, watch "Mummy Daddy" too. You'll laugh your ass right off.
So anyway, I found a picture of the family dog online and made an icon. Cute ain't he?
I'm watching "Star Wars" right now. The special effects still look damned good, even though we've evolved to CGI. Besides, Lord Vader is groovy, no matter how old the movie is. I remember having trading cards for the original movie and my favourite was always Darth Vader. Even as a kid, I was turned on by bad guys in leather. Heavy breathing is just gravy. I surely hope that EPIII is better than "Attack of the Clones." I never thought I would aggressively dislike any of the SW films, but I really have issues with EPII. Maybe it was sour grapes over the loss of Maul, but I don't think so. It was just bloody boring and the acting was horrid. George Lucas should be ashamed, but I'm certain he isn't as it takes a pretty shameless individual to fuck around with a classic like he did with "A New Hope."
It just occurred to me how much the Jawas look like the dwarf slaves from "Phantasm." Now I'm creeped out. It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm alone here in Telehell with nothing but the TV to keep me company, and I know have the creeps. Jesus H. Christ, esquire!
I have balanced the budget and, with my latest Telesuck check, I will be able to cover all my financial obligations for the rest of the month; however, Aunt Tudi and I won't have grocery money until next week. This sucketh mightily, since we have a partial gallon of milk and half a loaf of bread. What if it snows? We'll perish.
I need to figure out how to set aside about $30 to get samples of protein drinks so I'll know what I need to get for the surgery, if I am approved. The Nectar drinks look interesting, but they're expensive; however, I won't be drinking very much at any given time, now will I? So it should last a while. It's just a matter of affording it all. Oh, what am I getting myself into?
Despite the upbeat air of this post, I'm still in a pissy mood. This was probably the worse holiday I've had in recent times, but I learnt a valuable lesson: sentimentality will get you nowhere but down in the dumps. That said, I'll probably be more of a Scrooge next year than I was this year, just to stave off any misguided hope that I'll spend quality time with the ones I love. I could whine about gifts too, but it was the togetherness that meant something to me. Nothing else really mattered. Next year it won't. That way, no one is hurt and no expectations will be dashed. Problem solved!
John Williams really outdid himself with the music for "Star Wars," although I wonder how much he listened to Dvorak as a young man. The similarities are astounding at times. The last movement of "The New World Symphony" and the music to the finale of the first movie have several overlapping musical points. It's very cool.
I'm all talked out now. It's time to fart around elsewhere online and enjoy this movie.
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Date: 2003-12-27 02:57 am (UTC)I suppose if it ain't broke, don't fix it applies here.
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