Not Monday Muppets

It seemed fitting to allow Jim Henson (with the assistance of Frank Oz) to sing Happy Birthday on his own birthday.

I have been watching a lot of Star Trek lately, which is probably why I'm reminded of the following speech in remembering Jim Henson.
 
Image of Death is that state in which one exists only in memory

And that leads me to the final stop on this fragmented AV assisted train of thought.


I really wish I could pull my thoughts together a bit more eloquently, but it is difficult to articulate the respect I have for a man I never knew, and harder still for me to  explain why I mourn his loss still today.   I don't worship or idolize him, but genuinely respect him as a fully flawed person capable, with an amazing group of people, to change the world. The changes that really matter, the ones that have a lasting impact, are the small changes made by caring people, for they grow with us. He changed the world with puppets... what will you use?

Spot On

I always enjoy looking at the categories Netflix divines for me; every time I click back to my "Watch Instantly" page it's like shaking a Magic 8 Ball.
Cerebral British Television Documentaries... 
Oh, Netflix, if only everyone understood me so well. Your ability to produce only four items in that category was rather disappointing, however, and may force me to watch More Things Like Phineas and Ferb instead.

Monday Muppets

Monday Muppets

Monday Muppets

Monday Muppets

Monday Muppets

This is one of my absolute favorite things in the universe.

Monday Muppets

Charles Aznavour did a sweet rendition of this in the first season of the show, but I'm glad they repeated it with Danny Kaye. This is one of my favorite episodes, he was brilliant.

I can't believe I never heard this song as a child, maybe it would have helped me overcome my visceral dislike of marigolds.

Daily Felid

Muppets + Paul Simon = Emi's undivided attention

I Used to Watch Football, But Now I'm Self-Righteous

I attended my first college football game when I was 21 months old. I didn't really have much of a choice in the matter, but I ended up enjoying it and became a football fan for life. Well, at least that's how it was supposed to go.

Through my teens and early 20s I didn't attend as many games as I had in my pre-teen days, but I was a strict football follower. I not only watched as many college and NFL games as possible, but checked the ESPN website several times a day, listened to ESPN radio, and made regular visits to team sites, including teams I didn't even like. Why? When I like something, I fully immerse myself in it, even if it's just a passing interest. It is the thrill of knowing as much as possible about a subject that draws me in, not always the subject itself. I'm a know-it-all and, therefore, a whore for anything that has lots of statistics and meaningless trivia that I can cram into my brain to take up the space where I should be storing the Krebs Cycle, the equations for the three types of photosynthesis, or that simple action potential figure I can never remember. Important things don't stick with me, useless crap is permanently ingrained. So, I followed football, and then baseball because they provided me with a refreshing amount of useless crap.