I’m really pleased with the production and reading of last night’s episode, although there are some glaring script issues that struck me after it was too late. It’s a learning process though, and I think we’ve figured out some modifications to our process that will sharpen things up.
As it is, you can read along and play spot the last minute changes.
The reality of I Love Lucy hadn’t really sunk in for me till just the other day.
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Born of the same television era that happily allowed the concept of “The Lovable Drunk”, Lucy is obviously a caricature of a woman who suffers from untreated anxiety and depression. Our lack of medical and social understanding led to ill people being considered fair comedic game, as were the aforementioned drunks – or, really, black people and the mentally & physically handicapped – and all of the signs are there: the lack of self-confidence, the manic focus, the extreme swings in emotion.
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It wouldn’t be tough to “Garfield minus Garfield” every Lucy clip, but the truth is undeniable: laughing at Lucy is equivalent to laughing at mental retardation.
From the CNN article entitled “Is fat fare at fast foods going too far?”
“The bun-free (“so meaty, there’s no room”) sandwich features two pieces of bacon, two slices of melted cheese and “Colonel’s Sauce” – which KFC officials said is a “zesty mayonnaise” — slathered between two chicken filets, either original recipe (540 calories and 32 fat grams per KFC.com) or the slightly slimmer grilled version (460 calories and 23 fat grams).”
Oh, how absolutely ghastly! Large numbers imply horrible results for our waistlines!
Er, wait a minute – here’s a screenshot (with MS paint emphasis) from the McDonald’s nutrition calculator:
I’m not saying a Big Mac is good for you, but the media should keep their cases of the vapours to appropriate situations.
Either that or be honest about ALL fast food.
They should make artificial tomato flavoured drinks – like kool aid orange, but tomato.
Speaking of futuristic with a retro tinge, this sweet trike from Kid Kustoms got me thinking.
I may not have a grand or two to drop on a bicycle my children will only be of size to ride for a couple of summers, but there sure are plenty of people dropping ridiculous cash on plastic bits for their Honda Civic. Why not expand the after-market with some sweet deco fins & styling?
I’d love to see a road full of mini-vans that look like The Rocketeer.
From an LA Times article:
In a bid to uncover the roots of super-sized American fare, a pair of sibling scholars has turned to an unusual source: 52 artists’ renderings of the New Testament’s Last Supper.
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Using the size of the diners’ heads as a basis for comparison, the Wansinks used computers to compare the sizes of the plates in front of the apostles, the food servings on those plates and the bread on the table.
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Over the course of the millennium, the Wansinks found that the entrees depicted on the plates laid before Jesus’ followers grew by about 70%, and the bread by 23%.
As entree portions rose, so too did the size of the plates — by 65.6%.
A predictable result to a neat approach for a study, but it’s my terrible fear that all this proves is the ongoing shrinking of the human head.
I’ve always found the concept of the last supper an interesting choice as the last major signpost before Jesus’ imprisonment and death – that it’s not some burning bush or tripped-out series of doomsday prophecies, just a simple round of mastication.
About how lunar rovers work, the emphasis is mine:
Below them the rover’s four wheels are each made of two aluminum frames (an inner and outer frame), while the tires themselves are made of galvanized piano wire mesh with titanium chevron treads. – HowStuffWorks
Eat it, Vin Diesel.
The name Rumination Syndrome sounds kind of pleasant actually, but the details are distressing:
Rumination Syndrome, is characterized by the repeated painless regurgitation of food following a meal which is then either re-chewed, re-swallowed or discarded. It is an under-diagnosed disorder possibly due to the fact that most physicians do not recognize the symptoms of the disorder. – Wikipedia
Human syndrome or bovine mid-morning snack?
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This isn’t the exact ad that plays in my market, but the concept is all there, including the mid-commercial warning. I remember the day’s when the anal leakage warning on Lay’s chips was a big deal – the first time I saw this commercial I almost thought it was some sort of clever campaign for something like The Crazies.
When are the symptoms going to outweigh the convenience? Maybe after you’ve murdered your family in a chemical haze.
