ShutUpLutz

They aren't a collector of Bennett's stuff, they just love his music. I guess I should have put in that they have had various Bennett CD's on their various lists and I and others have gotten them over the years, but all of those items have been opened and unshrink wrapped and listened to. I don't know it's just something that I always notice whenever I go to see them. It's like people who say that they are going to watch or read (popcuture touchstone book or movie that EVERYONE else has seen at least once) but they just don't have the time, despite apparently having ten hours a week taking selfies. Annoying as hell? INDEED YOU ARE.

Screw giving the kids tablets, FIX THE GODDAMN BUILDING. Give me a break. That's why you have a locker, to put some of your books in. And please, it's not like these kids are dragging 40 lbs of books around. Christ, this really is a nation of whiny weak crybabies now. And since no kid is allowed to walk to school anymore because of gazzilliones of child molesters lurking in every bush and around every goddamn corner every kid either takes the bus and their parents wait with them at the bus stop or they get driven to school by the parents so they don't have this enormous weight of tons and tons and tons and tons of books on their backs for more than a minute at most.

I think 'accomplished' is.....NOT the word to use. In fact it's a REALLY stupid choice of word use. Most famous? Maybe. Most successful? Perhaps. Eric from season one got his own show on MTV. The fat black chick from season one is I think still a DEE JAY on one of those hippity hop/The rap radio stations in NYC. the angry black dude from season one....Kevin Powell I believe is his name, he pops up on TV every now and then. he's a journalist/protester, I'm kind of surprised NOT to see more of him shouting inanities on CNN/MSNBC since Trump got elected. Trump seems ot be right in his wheelhouse for outrage. Tec from Hawaii was in the first Van Wilder movie as his assistant. There wasa guy in the London show who was a playright who had one line in "How I got Into College. But why would they pick anyone who ISN'T in the entertainment industry, where the entire point is about fame and getting your name/face out there? As for the show coming back, nah, I think they've pretty much killed it with the stunt type seasons with the EXes/haters surprising the cast. One thing that I have wondered about over the years, was there always a lot of "lets go out and get shitfaced and puke all over ourselves level drunk and everyone fucks everyone else in the house' type of shenanigans going on in the very early seasons, but they just didn't focus air that stuff?

So one of my blood relatives had a birthday a couple of years ago, and they continue to have at as they are still alive. Like just about everyone else they have a list of stuff up on Amazon of stuff they either want or will get, as well as several sublists Wish/XMAS/birthday. They like Tony Bennett A LOT. But who doesn't right? They have seen him live about 30 times and even have one of his paintings. Anyway, they had a particular DVD and CD Box set of Bennett's on ALL their lists, so I got it for their birthday and of course they oohed and ahhed and hugged me and said BEST PRESENT EVER!!! and I got to have a piece of cake with NO CORNERS AND lick the frosting off the candles. And they have never unwrapped and watched or listened to them, they just sit there on the shelf WITH THE PLASTIC WRAP STILL ON THEM. Now, would i be that upset if they had taken them to our local independent record chain and traded them in? FUCK NO. Okay, that's not entirely true. I would be a little pissed off as to why they had these things on their wish list if they weren't even going to listen/watch them. It's more that they haven't even been un-plastic wrapped. And no, it's not the kind of thing I can just bring up.

And when Radar got his Purple Heart. I also really like the scene where Hawkeye berates radar for deciding not to leave. the way Hawkeye says, "How DARE you!!", the vehemence and almost savagery always gets me.

I think Margaret 'turned' as it were when she came back from her honeymoon early because Donald had turned into a bag of dicks and she talked about it with Hawkeye and BJ, and they were compassionate and sorry for her. I think Hawkeye ALWAYS liked and respected Margaret as a nurse, he always chose her if it was a tough difficult operation. What she didn't like was his utter and complete disdain and in her mind and eyes, complete DISRESPECT for the military and particularly the army, which hurt her even more because her entire life had been and was the army. She'd never been a civilian. And I think the episode where they had sex got them closer, as it would have had to. Of course, some of her personality changes were due to whatever the storyline called for I've been watching it on MEtv, Tvland and AMC and a couple of things stand out kind of badly when it comes to continuity vis a vie the actual war in Korea and the war in Korea on the show. 1)There's a scene where Hawkeye and Trapper are talking in the Swamp with Frank about Isenhower and how Nixon is Ike's problem. Which was true in the real world. Except that could only have been true from 1952 onwards as it was in 1952 when Ike picked Nixon as his Vice President. Except, there is a later episode which takes us through 1951 and Trapper and Frank are both gone. Then there's a scene where Hawkeye wakes Radar up and Radar has been reading an Avengers comic book. Except the Avengers comic book wouldn't start being published for just about another decade. One fun thing was seeing future stars make appearances on the show. Hawkeye 'dated/fooled around with' Joan Van Ark, Terri Garr and Blythe Danner. Ron Howard, Patrick Swayze and George Went made guest shots. but there was one guest star that literally made me go, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! SERIOUSLY!?! You'll never in a million years guess who it was. They were a VERY controversial figure in the late 1980's and early 1990's. THE DICEMAN!!! Andrew Dice Clay.

I was watching some episodes on POP, including the one where girls at West Beverly are getting attacked and raped and Brenda volunteers at the hotline and ends up being key to catching the dudes. In the original Andrea is talking to Brandon and she says admiringly that "She's (Brenda) a good listener". That got wiped out on Pop. Couple of things I've noticed about the high school years is all the stuff they had on the walls at West Beverly. Like seriously, they were covered with home/class made posters for a bullshit event or fundraiser or dance. Shit they had CHRISTMAS decorations in the halls! My high school in Maryland 84-88 didn't have ANY of that shit. The drama club had it's own bulletin board, but that was it. If there was a dance or fundraiser or whatever you'd hear about it when your club/group got together or during the morning/afternoon announcements. The other thing that bothered me was seeing how many kids carried books from class to class, or if you were Brandon or Dylan, one of those mini-briefcase things. EVERYONE at my school had a bookbag and EVERYONE carried it on ONE shoulder, NO ONE used two. NO ONE. That was grounds for a swirlee. For the kids who had bookbags on the show they did get that right.

Thankfully i haven't seen this particular ad on for about six months, STANKFACE!!!!! It's the look on the ladies face that does, and the way they repeat STANKFACE!!!! a hundred times. It reminds me of a bit from The Kentucky Fried Movie which is available online but dubbed into German. Those who have seen the movie will know what bit I'm referring to and those who haven't run right out, I mean rent it from the library or Netflix. I PROMISE you will love it. PROMISE. Have I ever let you down? I THINK NOT.

They are more commonly referred to as "sportscasters/play-by play/color commentators."

So, before I get into this, you should know I'm probably gonna ramble on a bit with some digressions which have no point and probably don't belong here, but it will be mostly maybe kind of worth it in the end. Possibly. OR WILL IT? But c'mon it's not like there's anything good on tv (don't you DARE mention Walking Dead, that show is garbage. Whatshisface* is FINALLY getting killed off after fucking over everyone else's lives for eight seasons, are you kidding me?! It took EIGHT seasons to get to that point??!) See what I mean about digressions? But hey, this is part of my style and y'all LOVED my story about heat exhaustion and that had rambling in it; or maybe you liked it because of the enormous suffering I went through. OK, so maybe not enormous, but I suffered. But c'mon, settle in with a drink and your pet dog/cat/lizard/squirrel/skunk/tarantula on your lap. (Winks) "I'll make you famous." Also, before you go and call bullshit on "There's no way you could remember exactly what was said in that classroom more than 25 years later." Oh contrare. 8 years of acting lessons and theater classes made me great at remembering dialogue and conversations, but did jack for my actual acting skills. I went to one of the best schools in the ENTIRE COUNTRY, I'm talking Top 100, we even have the stupid plaque displayed semi-prominently, at least it was until they remodeled the place. When I entered 9th grade I was involved in what the youths today call, what is it, oh yeah 'beef ' or 'drama' with another kid, who I had been friends with in eighth grade but had a falling out with. Actually the beef involved not just one kid but a group/gang of kids who hung around together. Many of these kids turned out to be in many of the same classes with me, which made for a not very pleasant time, to the extent I eventually said "Fuck this," and started skipping the last half of the school day, hanging out in the bathroom and hallways. Eventually I got hauled in to the office and got yelled at by the vice principal for not coming to a teacher or him and saying something. The end result was that some of the kids got suspended and I got my schedule switched around and so I ended up in horticulture which was taught by Mr. Sanderson. This was a class that was normally taken by upperclassmen and was known as a 'rocks for jocks' kind of deal and yes there were a bunch of football/basketball players in the class. But they were actually pretty cool, as many of them lived in my neighborhood and after they found out my situation several of them took me under their protection, kind of like My Bodyguard and told the bullies to knock it the fuck off, which eventually involved a fight of sorts which I was not involved in beyond watching. ANYWAY, I ended up taking the class again when I was a junior because it was easy and I was allowed to. (I should probably add here that my grades in high school were NOT what one could call stellar, when we got our class rank beginning of senior year I was 504 out of 517. HELLO STATE SAFETY SCHOOL!!!! So, Mr. Sanderson looked sorta but not really like John Denver, same hairstyle, slightly blonder hair, glasses, but Mr. Sanderson favored polo shirts. He was slightly befuddled and kind of sort of didn't have control of his classes, but it wasn't any REALLY out of control shit, if you wanted to talk he'd ask you to go to the back of the classroom. The horticulture class always had a section on drugs and it was only slightly suspicious that that was the exact time when our idiot principal Dr. Coles would show up and hang around for those two weeks. But the class was pretty fun. Mr. Sanderson had a Japanese guy come in for three weeks and teach us about bonsai and meditation and centering yourself and that was something I've held on to and kept at. We also did the landscaping around the school and the junior high school up the hill FOR FREE I might add. Another thing we did was every person in the class had to grow a plant over the course of the semester. Which is a good idea because it teaches you about caring for and taking care of another living thing and what you're gonna have to do when civilization collapses and we all have to go back to being hunter gatherers and eat squirrel food for the rest of our lives. Boy is THAT going to suck. I mentioned earlier that there were a good number of jocks in the class, but there were also a fair number of metalheads and burnouts. Which is fine, you couldn't take more than one shop class per semester. One of the metalheads in class my junior year was a guy named Mark Humphries, who coincidentally had been in the gang of kids bullying me. But that was off in the fog. Mark had long orange hair, sorta like Dave Mustaine, but fuller. Mark also wore various heavy metal concert T-shirts EVERY day. Quiet Riot? Check. Twisted Sister? Check. Dio? Check. Motley Crue? Check. Iron Maiden? Are you kidding he had 4 different Maiden shirts. Van Halen? Check. Dokken? Check. Scorpions? Check? **Rush? Check. And a dark blue denim jacket covered with patches from metal bands all over the back. It was known among the students that Mark in addition to being a metalhead was a pretty heavy druggie. he and another guy Rob Sooey, had gotten backstage at a Motley Crue concert and talked gleefully and often about snorting cocaine out of a big pile, not even 'railing it,' just slamming their face into the pile. Which, sure. I'd estimate that while Mark was in high school, and yes he did graduate, he was probably high/stoned 75% of the time. I'm talking all day, which again, that was his choice. So we had to grow a plant during the semester and it was some outrageously huge part of your total grade, like 75%, but seriously, it was literally impossible to fuck it up and get less then that, unless you somehow set fire to the greenhouse. Or you do what Mark did. Which was grow pot. (Waits for collective "Well DUH!!!!!!" from those reading this.) Actually Mark grew two plants that semester, one pot and one that wasn't. He was really good at keeping the pot plant hidden in the greenhouse, at least at first, and honestly it wasn't that hard to hide something there, Mr. Sanderson often didn't go up there for a week at a time. So it's near the end of May, and time for Mr. Sanderson to evaluate and grade everyone's plants (and give everyone that automatic A which covers 75% of your grade.) Normally Mr. Sanderson would have us fill out a worksheet and call us into the office to talk about our plant, what we did right and wrong. He was actually a pretty good botanist. But not this time. This time he sat at the big lab table at the front of the class, (y'all have an idea what I mean by lab table, right? 'Cause I have no desire to go into any sort of description, oh I know, remember the classroom scenes from Breaking Bad, when Walter was teaching chemistry? That's the kind of table I'm not describing.) Mr. Sanderson went into the office and brought out two plants, one of which was very obviously marijuana, and the other.....was not. he said, "Mark, can you come up here?" Mark came up and stood next to him, looking at the plants. "Mark, what was the assignment for this?" Mr. Sanderson waved his hand at the plants. "We were like, supposed to grow a plant." "Correct." "Which is what I did." (Keep in mind that the entire class has stopped dicking around/flirting/talking and is watching this whole thing play out.) "Yes, you did Mark, and you did a very good job, but...it's just, Mark," Mr. Sanderson waved his hand at the marijuana plant and gave one of those full body exasperated sighs that was a weird combination of an 8th grade girls sighs, minus the full body eye roll and the "You have really disappointed not just me but your MOTHER," sighs that your dad gave when when you totaled your mom's car for the second time in less than 2 years. "Mark, you grew marijuana." "Whatta you mean, I did what you told us. You told us to choose a plant to grow and I did." I forgot to mention that we had a choice of what type of plant to grow, and no marijuana was NOT one of the choices. "Mark, you know marijuana is illegal. You KNOW this. You were here when we did the drug unit. This is a problem Mark." "What do you mean, I just did what you told us to do. I grew a plant, in fact I grew two plants so I should get extra credit." Earlier I noted that Mark was a druggie, but in spite of/because of? that he did graduate, but that doesn't mean he was what one would call smart. Wiley maybe, but not wiley enough not to get caught growing pot in the school greenhouse. "What, Mark, how can I possibly give you extra credit? Do you have any idea how much trouble this could be? How much trouble you are in? How much trouble I could be in? How much trouble the school could be in? I could lose my job. I could get arrested. You could get arrested. Do you want to get arrested Mark? Do you want me to get arrested? Do you want me to lose my job Mark?" Unfortunately Mark took just a little TOO much time answering, you know that amount of time where everyone and their dead great-great-great-great-great-great-great step uncle can tell that whatever you say after this pause that is just a little TOO long is going to be: A) An absolute lie. B) Complete bullshit. C) A AND B. If you're saying to yourself, "Wait a minute A and B are the EXACT SAME THING?! WHAT KIND OF SCAM ARE YOU RUNNING HERE, I WAS TOLD THERE WOULD BE FRESH BAKED CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES WITH NO NUTS. PROMISES WERE MADE", then you've forgotten what teenagers are like in high school or what they used to be like. Mark said, "No I don't want any of that. I don't see what the big deal is, I just did what you said to do." Now, I can sort of see Mark's point. He had gone above and beyond and grown two plants so his thing about getting extra credit wasn't exactly wrong. It WAS dumb and there was no way it was gonna happen. But it wasn't exactly wrong. But this was also a time when this was a big deal. Three years before when I was in 9th grade, a senior girl from our school had killed herself and 10 other kids from three different high schools in an atrocity of a car wreck. and guess what they found in her system? Pot? Check. Cocaine? check. Crack? Check. LSD? Check. Angel dust? Check. Mescaline? Check. So our school was on a strict "We don't fuck around when it comes to drugs." The police would have drug sniffing dogs come through the school and check out lockers 4 or 5 times a year. If you were caught, you were expelled, not just from our high school, but from the county system. Anyhoodle, back to the classroom. "Mark, what are we going to do about this? I can't have this Mark, the school can't have this kind of thing going on, students growing pot in school Mark." "Well, didn't I do a good job, it's not like they aren't healthy?" Mr. Sanderson looked at both plants. "That's true Mark. They are very healthy." "And how do you even know I grew that?" Mark pointed at the pot plant. EXCELLENT question. Just how did you know, Mr. Smarty McSmarty Pants Detective/Teacher that this particular pot plant belonged to Mark Humphries and not someone ELSE in the class? Hmmmm? Mr. Sanderson lifted and turned the plant. "Because you wrote your name is on the cannister Mark." Je Accuse!!!! Not quite caught red handed but way more than enough for Mark to get expelled that very day. Mark didn't say anything but looked around at the entire class staring at him with a kind of "Why are y'all just sitting there, come rescue me!" look on his face. Mr. Sanderson sighed again and ran his hand through his hair and over his face. "Mark, look, you did do a good job, an excellent job on this assignment. And you're a decent kid, you come to class on time, you don't talk, you pay attention, I just don't understand why you would do this." That last sentence made just about everyone else in class roll their eyes, but remember,he was a addle minded. "I don't want you to get expelled or arrested Mark, but I have to punish you. You agree that you did something wrong here, don't you Mark?" "Sure I guess." "Good." There was about 30 seconds of silence while Mr. Sanderson mulled over what he should do. "Okay, I'll tell you what Mark, I'm going to give you an F for growing the pot plant and a 70 for growing the other plant. And we can talk about you doing some other things so that you don't fail, because I don't want you to fail the class, okay? Do you understand, Mark?" Mark said, "Yeah. But I have a question." "What is it Mark?" "Can I have that? I mean, I grew it and all." Mark pointed at the pot plant. Mr. Sanderson picked up the pot plant. "No Mark, I'm going to smoke it." So how AWESOME was that story? How badly did it fail to meet your expectations? Would you care to read about the student who raped their way through our drama department and then became a kinda big star*** in Hollywood? Or how about when I nearly failed gym and thus eighth grade for the second time due to picking my nose and eating it and an abusive gym teacher? How can you NOT want to read about those? *Rick Grimes. **Okay, so technically Rush isn't/wasn't a metal band, but they did appear in Circus kind of regularly and the metalheads at my school sure as fuck thought they were metal as they wore their Rush t-shirts all the goddamned time. ***I shan't name the actor in this post but they are on a show which is currently airing and which does have a forum here on the board. that narrows it down not even the teeniest bit.

Run away with me. It's actually a good factual point, that the truck or probably more specifically the engine/cooling radiator systems can stand being out in the middle of the goddamn desert all day and not blow the hell up. Which is something a friend of a friend had the unfortunate experience of having to deal with with no cell phones.

Don't tease. ;D Now sure, you're right, that IS an oddly specific memory to share with the rest of the class, as it were. But of course, there has to be something more, right? Some twist or some hideously shameful thing that is actually intertwined with this "getting a boner merely by shifting in your seat in English class in high school. " Actually no, at least not shameful for me. But recall that bit about the horticulture teacher and marijuana? There was something shameful that occurred, although one of the people involved didn't really seem to feel what would be seen by many as an appropriate level of shame. Now the part about the boner was embarrassing for me, but at the time no one noticed.

Am I the only one who finds this thing kind of weird/offputting? By "thing" I mean Joe Buck and other famous sportscasters using profanity. I mean, I know that they do it, there is more then enough 'hot/open mike' video of people like Chris Berman in a rage to be found on Youtube, but I don't know it'd be like watching Walter Cronkite curse. And no, I'm not an old fuddy duddy.

So I'll post this and wait for walnutqueen. Look, I'm not going to try and diagnose you over the internet (although actually I kind of am), but don't you think you're whole watching nature and animal rescue shows where animals are being killed by other animals like in say Big Cat Diary or being rescued from abusive environments and owners who mistreat them like Animal Cops Houston, but not being able to actually watch the animals being killed and rescued is a sign of "something?" By no means am I meaning to imply or infer that you are batshit crazy, I lived two doors down from batshit crazy, and some of it was enjoyable, much of it was not. Anyway, sorry for the digression. Do you watch the parts on Animal cops where the animals get rehabilitated at the shelter? I'm trying to get a clearer picture.

Don't make me thrash you. Saying or writing or using, GAH! I CAN'T EVEN GET MY FINGERS TO TYPE IT!!!! (Sighs and grits teeth) Sammches or samdwiches is fine and acceptable up until the age of 9. That's it. the day you turn 9, on that birthday you start talking like an adult dammit.