Todd Mason

Howard is a mere kid, by IMDb's lights: Born: 1971 in Matawan, New Jersey, USA

Which helps to explain why Fallon comes off as affable (if not cute), and with good taste in music, and dull as dishwater on his show.

I suspect some people simply do respond poorly (and perhaps purely physically, fingernails/blackboard-style) to whiny or screechy voice acting, even when it's clever and relatively low intensity as with Murphy's work here...but, yes, anyone who can handle Little Gary should not have much of a problem with any other Extreme Timbre on CBB. Those who can only chuckle along with bros can go find stag podcasts (rather easily). I like the Cooper character, and the nod to Wawa convenience stores would only draw appreciation from Todd Glass, who likes to note that the Pennsylvania-based chain is run as 7-11 might be if they gave a damn. (Yes, utterly seamless integration, and I'm not even pulling down that sweet podcast cash...but who can complain about podcast comment money? Not I.) Yours for ever-greater gender parity in podcasting (buy your fresh pears for only twice the price of supermarkets or three times farmers' markets at Wawa...it's named for a town...in Pennsylvania!).

For "fuck you"s on the floor of Congress, one need go no farther than the Greatest Hits of our previous Vice President (it's the cut right after shooting his hunting buddy in the face, for which the hunting buddy apologized). It's an album where you Really don't want to go into the Deep Cuts, unless you want to see some bones (but don't ask where they're buried, if you know what's good for you...). HNY, folks.

http://socialistjazz.blogspot.com/2012/09/saturday-music-club-muddying-waters.html

You should still do FANFARE FOR A DEATH SCENE. Really. (Netflix/Amazon)

Perhaps they were afraid that someone would link up the mayo with Anton LaVey.

Best Foods took over Hellman's forever ago. But for some reason never wanted to use the Hellman's brand name west of the Miss.

A mitzvah. Indeed, a very funny one (as usual!)

Cultural appropriation or cultural osmosis...or, is it racist for non-African-American folks to appropriate such turns of phrase as "Yo!" (though all ethnicities in the military 60 years ago were likely to say this, aside from people saying "I" or "me" in Spanish) or "jack my shit"? Or is it just inevitable, as apparently is the pointless and not terribly well-informed hostility to blues music on this podcast...check out some of the artists cited here sometime: http://www.livingblues.com/index.php/inside-living-blues/cd-reviews.html ... But, well, yes, playing dress up in feathered headresses is pretty sad. http://newstalgia.crooksandliars.com/gordonskene/newstalgia-reference-room-governor-cal

Not to tiresomely bust the joke, but Vince Guaraldi wrote "Linus and Lucy" and the other most memorable Peanuts songs...

Pretty sure "off the chain" was originally a reference to being a dog off the outdoor leash. But, yeah, Tarantino is definitely more comfortable playing in the hatred sandbox than he probably should be...while BLAZING SADDLES, like THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN, was making anti-racist points...as Mel Brooks notes in a recent NERDIST podcast interview, Richard Pryor was one of the writers (and Brooks valued his advice on others' contributions in that wise), and Cleavon Little was not going to "Tom" either.

And Mark Twain, who gets quite a beating these days in some corners, was a critic of racism.

The two contemporary dramatic films dealing primarily with native-nation experience I've seen, SMOKE SIGNALS and EDGE OF AMERICA, were directed by the same guy. I like them both. Irene Bedard stars in both.

I'm (very mildly) surprised it still hasn't been noted yet...but "Curly" Howard wasn't the Stooge from Philly...dunno where the Howards (Shemp, Moe, et C) were from, but Larry Fine was the Philadelphian in the group.

Or, at least, Clapton was a drunken ass at the time. Though Rock Against Racism, which got going apparently in response to this and David Bowie going on about Hitler as a rock star (the possibility of goofing in both cases would be hard to rule out, but the lack of taste, to say the least, kinda tells), notes that Clapton never has apologized for this (and Clapton does seem to be rather an easier person to listen to than to know). One would've thought that Elvis Costello might've taken the lesson. But Declan did apologize (as well as getting clocked by Bonnie Bramlett.) But, more pertinently, no, white people performing blues music isn't racist. Sorry. Being an ass while or around playing blues is another matter. Might as well tell the African-American artists that they are at least Wrong in doing country music...and asinine criticism of Ray Charles (using slurs) is what got Elvis C punched.

The helpful Quotations Page (http://www.quotation...opic.php?t=7641) runs 'em down: The phrase originated with Francois Guisot (1787-1874): "Not to be a republican at twenty is proof of want of heart; to be one at thirty is proof of want of head." It was revived by French Premier Georges Clemenceau (1841-1929): "Not to be a socialist at twenty is proof of want of heart; to be one at thirty is proof of want of head." Clemenceau supposedly said his version when he learned his son had just joined the Communist party: My son is twenty-two years old. If he had not become a Communist at twenty-two, I would have disowned him. If he is still a Communist at thirty, I will do it then. Variations of the saying have occuured throughout history: Aristide Briand (1862-1932): The man who is not a Socialist at twenty has no heart. If he is a Socialist at 30, he has no brain. George Bernard Shaw in a lecture at the University of Hong Kong in Feb., 1933: Steep yourself in revolutionary books. Go up to your neck in Communism, because if you are not a red revolutionist at 20, you will be at 50 a most impossible fossil. If you are a red revolutionist at 20, you have some chance of being up-to-date at 40. Benjamin Disraeli (attr.): A man who is not a Liberal at 16 has no heart; a man who is not a Conservative at 60 has no head. Will Durant (1885-1982): There is nothing in Socialism that a little age or a little money will not cure. Robert Frost, Precaution, (1936): I never dared be radical when young/For fear it would make me conservative when old.

Quoting WebMD: Doctors don't know what causes Crohn’s disease. You may get it when the body’s immune system has an abnormal response to normal bacteria in your intestine. Other kinds of bacteria and viruses may also play a role in causing the disease. Crohn’s disease can run in families. Your chances of getting it are higher if a close family member has it. People of Eastern European (Ashkenazi) Jewish family background may have a higher chance of getting Crohn’s disease. Smoking also puts you at a higher risk for the disease. --it seems to have more to do with Northern European than Jewish ancestry (I have family with it)...hence the lucky Ashkenazi get sucked in along with the rest of the pale. They also get to be the most prevalent sufferers of Tay-Sachs Disease (if you're looking for a focused disease) and have a high incidence of cystic fibrosis. Fun don't stop.

That Kennedy suavity was indeed captured.

So...you folks properly dump all over The Warriors and Howard the Duck, and also pretend that a film that devotes long stretches of screen time to a child talking to his own flexing finger is a work of consummate artistry?

Thanks...I had barely heard the Pagans before.

Hell, the Velvet Underground could sound punkish, as certainly did the likes of the Sonics. By the time of the MC5 and particularly the Stooges, and coverage in the real pioneer punkzines such as WHO PUT THE BOMP (mutant sf fanzines and hippie undergrounds for the most part; CREEM caught on pretty quick, before it was remade as the proto-SPIN), it was already coalescing...the CBGB's crowd was simply a hothouse for that, and the No Wavers who followed not long after certainly added their sounds to the mix, as did folks in remote "scenes"...fwiw, SOUND OPINIONS is a full-fledged radio show, distributed by PRX and broadcast here in the Philadelphia area on one of the NPR affiliates, and a weekly hot-air balloon along the lines you describe while you quickly overpraise it...perhaps I let their utterly inept attempt at an obituary for Miriam Makeba, where they mispronounced both her names and got the title of her biggest proto-world music hit, "Pata Pata," wrong, which was a part of the second show of theirs I heard, put me off too hard, but they haven't improved much since. But better they than, say, the FRESH AIR music reviewers...I forget if it was Ed Ward or Milo Miles there who assured us some years back that DIY disappeared from punk rock after the Young Marble Giants faded...when, of course, he meant that he'd missed out on the great efflorescence of DIY in punk/hardcore and extensions because he'd stopped getting things forwarded from ROLLING STONE.

Male dolphins, not having hands, use other things for manipulating objects (including humans) in their environment. Yes, they employ their 'tude.

Post apocs for you: THE ABSOLUTE AT LARGE by Karel Capek THROUGH DARKEST AMERICA by Neal Barrett, Jr. THE FEMALE MAN by Joanna Russ (in part)--though I certainly hope you've read this one... likewise, I hope you've read DAVY by Edgar Pangborn. Ms. Schneider enthusing over how small the nails were is the highlight so far!

Howard, it's sometime hard to recall that things like THE THORN BIRDS (the miniseries that featured Rachel Ward and other people who don't matter in comparison, based on the novel by Colleen McCullough) were first on, at least, when KV was three and your guest was one...