Sticking to my promise from the last blog entry, I will talk about cats before I get into the REAL MEAT of the situation. While images of planes falling from the sky, boats sinking and burning in the water, men falling overboard, their clothes alight, are not the most cheerful, we must NEVER FORGET. In my travels today, I wished my fellow Americans a happy Pearl Harbor Day, and was surprised to find that 100% of those wished upon had no idea it was PHD. The point here is that we must also NEVER FORGET the many many cats that died in the attack.
Conservatve estimates put the number of felines killed, either directly as a result of the attack or succumbing to wounds at a later time, at around three hundred and twenty. Some lived on the warships themselves and were either burned to death or drown when the ships sank. Others lived on the banks of the harbor itself among the various piers and docks. While an exact number is impossible to determine, what is known is that entire generations were wiped out in the attacks. So, while we eat macaroons and clink martini glasses to the date that has lived in infamy, there are many smaller beings we need to remember who have also died in sacrifice to our great nation.
Timeline for the MCHY redesign.
The redesign for the MCHY site is progressing, but will slip from my hopeful Jan 1, 2012 date. If you have any ideas for the site, go to the main page and click on the Announcement link. Post your ideas 
Lame sports stuff.
UCLA! Stop taking our lame coaches! You hired Neuheisel, shame of a human that he is, and where did that get you? To a 6-7 season (total games played) and a playoff against Oregon that embarrassed the whole nation. Now you take our old Seahawks coach, Jim Mora. While I enjoyed watching Mora hold his head in disgust as his team lost game after game, you will enjoy more the money you will save on Gatorade that will not be poured over his head in any victory.
Word is the M’s have their eye on Prince Fielder. Oh boy, good for us! We won’t spend the money to get someone like Albert Pujols, which might actually help us. Good thing about Fielder is the beard. He would fit right in here in Seattle with that facial hair. Speaking of Pujols, he is now on the team of our rivals, the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim of Southern California. Since Los Angeles means "the angels", is it the angels of the angels of anaheim (a kind of chile)?
Bill Leavy is going to referee the Monday night game between the Rams and the Seahawks. He will be lucky to leave the stadium alive. Why? As the Seattle Times reports: Yes, Leavy is that referee in the eyes of Seahawks fans. The official whose crew nullified a first-half touchdown in Seattle’s only Super Bowl with a penalty for offensive pass interference against Darrell Jackson; called Sean Locklear for holding on a play that took away a first-and-goal for the Seahawks in the fourth quarter; and penalized quarterback Matt Hasselbeck for blocking below the waist on a play in which he made a tackle after an interception. Leavy later apologized for the calls. Welcome to Seattle, Bill. Were I you, I would sleep in your rental car and not go anywhere near any lodgings where Seahawks fans may be working.
Friends don’t let friends date "crazy."
But sometimes, we don’t listen to our friends. I didn’t.. .and they were all correct. This should be a bumper sticker for sale everywhere. And it goes both ways of course, for girls and boys. Crazy people – or people with major issues that affect their ability to relate to other humans in a normal, non-abusive, non-psychotic fashion – do need love of course. We would never relieve them of that God-given right. But perhaps we can send them all to Greenland, my new favorite place for those who do not play well with others.
There are certainly enough natural resources there for them to survive: fish, water, ice, leaves, water, fish, stuff. They can assault each other with emotionally abusive words and deeds, accuse each other of randomly-chosen, non-existent acts, become angry with everything that is done, said, thought, believed, written, and even worn. Maybe they will build an army and come get those of us who just wish to have normal relationships and friendships with the rest of humanity. The crazies are a dangerous contingent indeed! Should we microchip them and track them via satellites? I could write a portable device application that lets us normies know when they are getting into our proximity and we can steel ourself against their arrival. Or do we set up "preserves" and allow them to breed there unabated and then open a special "hunting" season for those of us who have suffered at their hands? Might be cathartic and also save a few deer!
"One weird trick!"
Am I the only one getting all the "one weird trick" spam emails these days? I see "weird tricks" for saving money on insurance, losing a thousand pounds, getting an extra "10 inches", lasting all night, picking up girls, getting rid of wrinkles, sleeping all night, etc.
MST3K – live in Seattle!
Best night in forever! The Uptown Theatre in downtown Seattle was MST3K nerd central for 2 wonderful hours on Thursday night. Comedian Dana Gould, who had just done a stand-up the night before at a Capitol Hill club, conspired with his friends, Trace Beaulieu and Frank Conniff to turn the Uptown Theatre into a live MST3K experience. The trio showed the self-hilarious movie Plan 9 From Outer Space to a packed house and sat at the front right side of the screen (as Joel/Mike, Crow, and Tom Servo had done in the TV show) with live microphones and did the MST3K routine of giving live commentary during the screening.
I am so geeked out about this experience, I can’t even believe it happened. As an MST3K lover for forever, this was akin to Elvis walking into a room of his fans. Hearing the voice of Dr. Forrester/Crow in the same room as myself was absolutely nutso. Frank (TV’s Frank) Conniff and Dana Gould were absolutely perfect. Their commentary ranged from current political themes to the not-so-thinly-veiled homoeroticism in the movie with a lot of nasty sexual, full-cursing, devices thrown in. A half hour in, I was in pain from laughing so hard. At one point, Trace pretended to be Joel and nailed it with the nasal whine. It was perfectly executed and I have to give so much thanks to my friend Micah who invited me to the show, pretensed as a comic event. Not until we were buying tickets did I realize that Frank and Trace were part of the act. Then I started noticing all the MST3K-referenced clothing being worn by heavily bearded folks in the entry line and I became extremely happy and excited. I told Micah that she had NO idea what this meant to me. When the UFO mothership showed up in the movie, the guys started doing the "Emperor’s Theme" from Star Wars and the whole audience joined in. Dude… fucking…
Trace as Dr. Forrester with his alter-ego Crow T. Robot.
Frank Conniff as TV’s Frank with Trace in the "Deep Hurting" episode.
Sorry, but I hadda geek on that
Random pic of the week.
The cover of the Lindsay Lohan Playboy issue. Coming up next year!
