Thanks to fellow blogger Brady for alerting me to the fact that it is in fact Dr. Who Day! Enjoy it the Bonzuko way by appreciating this montage of the indomitable Jon Pertwee as the 3rd Doctor, kicking ass with what was known as Venusian Aikido. Oh, and it’d be the perfect day to leak that Dr. Who dance that was yanked from the Craig Ferguson show the other day. Just sayin’… ~Jenn
(resubmitted at Nerds In Babeland as well)
Those of you who know me well know that I am something of a lingustics nerd. Here are some links which tickle my language-geek funny bone.
Firstly, please to enjoy this British kid who does 24 different accents. I don’t care what the comments say, I thought he did an amazing job, and the video is a helluva lot of fun!
Second, everyone go to this contest site and vote for me! I know I’ve read this story with a tetch more skill in the past, but it would boost my ego a lot to get a prize of some kind for this tongue-twister.
Read this description of how Parkour is “green” by APEX Movement traceur Risa (from her blog post here):
Parkour is a minimalistic discipline that embraces what the human body can do un-aided. It is often said that Parkour is a way of life, a way of thinking which is why it is often thought of more like a discipline than a sport. It is then not that far of a stretch to bring that mindset of
Did I actually see American Dad characters in this trailer, though? :sigh: ~Jenn
…and it’s sold out. Show up a half hour before showtime to hopefully scoop up no-show tix. Here for your reading pleasure I give you student C.D. Thomas’ micro-review of the show (some language mildly NSFW):There is a way, if you are lucky, you get to be an actor and young, where you find your people and come together as a team, where in the pocket of a performance you know you are fucking with people. You are giving them what they want — you hear their breaths at the right moments, or pitch black silence — but you are giving it to them in a way that twists and turns and surprises them. In those pockets, you see the allure of being part of the Mansons, or Phelpses, or the hill people who bring their decrepit wagon to the outskirts of town, and your younger men and women show their wares of flesh, while the oldest ones sharpen their teeth on bones and count the coins. That’s why DRACULA’s a natural play for the young actor: You suck in all that lovely audience response, but your face doesn’t crack from smiling, as with OKLAHOMA!
Horror plays are easy that way, because they are explicit: We are going to fuck with you. This is why you are here. The sin is if a company takes that as a sign for laziness, to let the techies work the scares all out. The mistaking of pyrotechnics and screams for the intimacy needed in horror — the thing you don’t want to touch is touching you. Or, more precisely, you volunteered to touch it.
This is not what happens in DRACULA. Dietz has pitched it so the least important name character — Renfield — runs the show. He is on stage for the majority of the performance; it is his cries or prayers that turn the tone; it is his death that converts the story back to the rush of epistolary plot and train tables that mottles the skin of the novel. In this adaptation, Dietz doesn’t ask why a merciful God allows a Dracula to live; rather, he asks why supernatural forces are allowed to break their promises to the faithful. Why did Lucy turn away from the man who risked hell, eventually, to free her? Why did Harker bar his wife from learning his secrets, when his diary was the key to understanding their struggle? And, why did Mina betray the Count, when she was feral and that close to becoming his bride? The dead Dracula fed upon? Ever loyal, in their lack of struggle, as with the flies and moths and spiders and rats, the great black chain of being.
Do these kids know how lucky they are, to play with this dynamite? Will they recognize this frisson of lighting that match, when they play Pinter or Beckett or Churchill? I hope so, and that they keep the Count in their heart all year long.
Yes, I’m behind on the DVR–give me a break, I was playing Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood.
ANYway, please, O please, anyone who has an in, is there any way you can show us home-schooled Craig Ferguson fans the famous Dr. Who dance from Tuesday? I don’t want to break any laws or anything, but its sure seems a shame that we couldn’t see the wonder and the beauty as TV viewers, who don’t happen to have been there live. Don’t you think? ~Jenn
I’ve been hearing about this from several sources, and it looks like it could go either of two directions: 1) hilarious pseudo-D&D raunchy fun, or 2) dull, insipid, and puerile.
Hm, I wonder if it can be both? ~Jenn