Northern Exposure

June 2, 2012 9:58 am

“14 teenage girls had to be taken away for ‘emergency care’ after hysteria over the Beibs broke out at the Oslo show.”

Why is this so funny?

May 31, 2012 9:02 pm

Kevin Keegan’s last memory of his daughter is graduation weekend at Yale. As his wife stayed on to pack up, he said goodbye on a street corner.

“I told her I was so proud of her and loved her and I had a tear in my eye,” he said. “I told her how much it all meant to me and got in the car, like I always do and started beeping the horn and yelling. She was smiling…”

http://www.yaledailynews.com/news/2011/sep/30/even-artichokes-have-doubts/

April 20, 2012 4:32 pm

What’ll I Do?

Artist: Bea Arthur/Irving Berlin

Five stars for Irving Berlin.

And five more stars for one of the best renditions of this song ever performed.

April 16, 2012 8:32 pm

A timely reminder from the film Network:

Beale:

“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be!

We all know things are bad — worse than bad — they’re crazy.

It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, “Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.”

Well, I’m not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad!

I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.

All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad.

You’ve gotta say, “I’m a human being, goddammit! My life has value!”

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,

“I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!!”

April 14, 2012 5:50 pm