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Mike in Missouri, my Illinois-native wife must be an “old time riverman,” because she allus tol’ me it was KAY-ro, but at least I won’t spend a night in jail. Wasn’t Cairo, IL, the original “final home” before the locals helped the JW’s decide that Salt Lake City would be more hospitable?*
Over here in Oklahoma, you have Miami, which of course is My-AM-uh. ‘Nuff said.
Decades ago, a relative described driving his new furriner wife around south-eastern Oklahoma. They saw a sign directing them to “Heavener.” My religiously starry-eyed but geographically challenged relative exclaimed to his bride, Why! We’re “heaven-ers!” So they drove into town, asked a local how you pronounce the name of the town, and skee-daddled out of there when they heard him welcome them, of course, to “HEAVE-nurr”.
Here's a Mary Worth alteration I indulged in when I should have been doing more important things today.
I've been enjoying the Comics Curmudgeon off and on for years, but more regularly lately. Here's a Mary Worth alteration I indulged in when I should have been doing more important things today.
After the Substitute Curmudgeon posted the Mary Worth cartoon for 2011 March 8 (click this link and scroll down the page a little), Curmudgeon Commenter Terryfic replied, noting (ahem!) some art problems. This led me to my version of the cartoon. (Original credits to the writer, artist, syndicate, their spouses and mothers.) Now, the second panel makes more sense in other ways, like how the girl went from happy to haggard due to her week of Dad's relentless hassling.
I don't care who won what awards, but this morning I couldn't resist hitting a link to the worst-dressed ladies at the Oscars...!
I come to HillBuzz for the politics, not for Boystown buzz. Yet here I am on the Oscar thread! Hunh!
Likewise I go to the blog of a great guy, writer Mark Evanier, for his many marvelous entertainment industry (especially animation and comics) insider tales and related links, and not so much for his unfortunate misguided liberal beliefs and links to the like.
Mark writes of the Oscars that he's "baffled by those who moan it's 3+ hours of rich, successful people stroking one another. Well, yeah. Those who have this complaint are unclear on the concept." HA!
Save for a very few of their actual products, I have a pretty much total disinterest in all Hollywood matters (other than Mark Evanier stories). Likewise I have only amused and distant interest in what's called fashion. I don't care who won what awards, but this morning I couldn't resist hitting a link to the worst-dressed ladies at the Oscars! Old "flannel-shirt blue-jeans straight guy no queer eye could help" as my tastes might be, even I am appalled by these fabric catastrophes. (One MORE good indication why one should never seriously consider the political opinions of most Hollywoodens.) I am practically FORCED to do that Jack Benny "Well!" pose and simper, DARLING! WHO let you out of the house in THAT?
I sure hope folks like our pal JJ here (and me) can figure out how to make a living in this dead-trees-free world.
When it comes to public TVs, I have most enjoyed Mexican-language soap operas in a good Mexican restaurant. Cerveza helps.
For some time now, we have had no antenna, no cable TV, no satellite TV. (I listen to the radio in the car sometimes.) We're the Nielsens' worst nightmare. When we are at someone's home where the TV is on, or in public with TVs blaring (or at least glaring), we realize how removed from the broadcast culture we have become. "You know that commercial...?" No. "Have you seen that show...?" Probably not. They now have a channel just for that?
It's not that we don't like some of the shows and even good commercials (the world's greatest short-attention-span theater until YouTube). We see many of both, new and vintage, but not what MadAve or NBCBS or FOXWB wants us to see RIGHT NOW. No pushcasts. Not even talking news heads.
We get news, comics, TV, movies, even ads, and lots more videos and audios besides, all on-line. We see and hear and read what we want when we want, and watch TV without commercial interruptions. (Although, in truth, we've been doing this since we could first tape-delay and fast-forward, but you'd still see the commercials fly by.)
So, sometimes I just can't look away in restaurants. Ha ha! Funny commercial. (Others are inured to it; I'll look it up on YouTube.) But mostly, I'm astonished at the unbelievably tasteless, violent, frenetic, madness-inducing sensory assault (also the stuff that's not the news or sports k'chng). Worse, the realization that for most folks, this dreck, at home or elsewhere, is their normal mental background radiation.
Peripherally, relatedly, I sure hope folks like our pal JJ here (and me) can figure out how to make a living in this dead-trees-free world. Will newspapers and-or syndicates and-or whatever morph effectively? As strong as my surprise at the assault of broadcast TV is my surprise when I pick up print newspapers, full of 'news' I read at least yesterday, and especially I'm more horrified each time I encounter the squinty, colorless nightmare of forced choices that is the newspaper comics page!
On-line, space constraints of print become merely bandwidth questions, insignificant in this video-bandwidth age.
Those Non-Sequiturs and Funky Winkerbeans that make one turn one's newspaper (or computer monitor) sideways could (could but aren't) run in the right direction. Sundays need never cut the top tier. (Back to work on that extra strip a week, JJ. :)
Intentional color or not, at the artist's preference. (Thinking of the Fox Trot guy griping about coloring Coke cans in the dailies.) [CITATION NEEDED]
On and on.
The guy at Questionable Content says he makes a living off QC now, but I don't know what his living standards are. (If like his characters, minimal Bohemian--heh.)
In a comment responding to the current comics syndicate takeover, I just read that XKCD gets more hits per day than all the syndicated strips combined.
The web is a growing world-wide market which can reduce greatly the costs of getting from artist to audience, and cut the overhead of middlemen (but not eliminate -- few creators are good self-marketers, right, JJ?). Old media looks for secondary marketing, like the comics page. Old media looks for maximizing unit costs and cramming folks into the theater the first weekend, but more people will pay a dollar at the RedBox than will blow twenty on a new DVD. New media can be more direct, and while webvertising (ironically) will surely continue to be some support, I deem that new media can best survive by reducing direct consumer cost to seeming pittance and maximizing that "world wide" sales part. I can't say whether, much less how, this will work, but it seem t'me digital plus web hasn't just changed the game; it has clobbered the gameboard like an asteroid! Adapt or dino.
We spend 50 years examining every bullet like we'd been appointed to the Warren Commission
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Yes, JJ, thanks for remembering.
Dad was big in the GOP; pix of him & mom w/Ike & Mamie, w/Dick & Pat; pic of me & my little sister w/ Goldwater at our house, ‘64! GOP house. GOP town. GOP state when Dad was done. Big early memory, ‘60, Dad raging at the TV while han'some Jack deflated haggard Dick.
I'm 11 in ‘63; like religion, kids have our folks’ politics, but we don't really understand why. In our class, Jay was the token Democrat. Coming in from lunch, Jay’s little brother tells me President Kennedy has been shot. Some kind of sick joke…? The teacher sends us home. It's true. Walter tells us he's dead. Whaa? That was our President! Then his assassin is shot down! Whaa? Then Johnson, Nixon twice, Bobby & Martin killed, cities burn, Viet Nam is lost… and we spend 50 years trying to understand, noting every historical coincidence, reading every conspiracy theory, examining every bullet like we'd been appointed to the Warren Commission. And Jackie, forever and ever crawling out on the trunk for pieces of Jack in ever-clearer Zapruder frames…. And to this day: Whaa?
Favorite related hist drama: Quantum Leap 2-parter. But I didn't change anything, says Sam-as-Oswald. Yes, you did, Sam! insists Al, you don't remember, but … [you saw it, right?]
Favorite so stupid it must be true theory: Oswald had missed hitting Gen. Walker in April, firing from 100 feet away. Oswald blamed the Texas Governor for denying him a visa [something like that, citation needed]. That unlikely fabulous shot with the same rifle, that shot which killed JFK and sparked a thousand conspiracy theories? Oswald was actually aiming for Gov Connally -- he hit Jack by mistake!
Then again, “Back & to the left.” -Bill Hicks