Since Phineas and Ferb seems to be on at least a few times a week in our house, I'm often hearing the theme song rooms away.
Way back when... one of the first times I heard it, I thought they sang something like, "Taking a monkey-hot shower!" I tried to figure out what "monkey-hot" would be, in terms of water temperature. I could guess what monkey-hot would be for another possible activity, but didn't think that would fit with Phineas and Ferb and the whole Disney empire.
I think I finally sang "Monkey-hot shower" one of the times the show was on and was gently corrected by the lamblets, while Grizzled said something to the effect of, "There's something wrong with you...." Yeah, whatever, I'm not the one who married me.
Perhaps if you take a monkey-hot shower, you'll end up with a body as solid as prawns.
...and because a recent post as House of Substance reminded me of it... This SCTV commercial never failed to make me laugh. It still doesn't. Neither does SMcG's ghost (post above the post that reminded me of the SCTV commercial). I want its animated self on my garage door.
Note to Kathleen- I just noticed the date on this video. I guess this qualifies it as historical.
Up in the wee hours, I decided to pop in "Bad Ronald". Ever since looking it up online, I had a nagging question... where were the black glasses and how could my sister and I be so wrong??
For 30+ years, my sister and I would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that Bad Ronald wore black, plastic, Wayfarer glasses... we've had a running joke about it... want to make something bad? Put black glasses on it. Feeling bad? Don the black glasses. I can't even begin to list the number of doodles I did in my youth that had various inanimate objects wearing black glasses... there's only one problem, Ronald never wears them. He wears light brown, horn-rimmed glasses that would look perfectly normal today (see post below). They would have looked perfectly normal in the 80's, but I guess, this made-for-TV movie having come out in '74... those glasses looked positively ancient to us... akin to the black glasses any of our bad-ass parochial school teachers wore..
I am happy to report that Bad Ronald is still baaaaad. It was never meant to be a cinematic tour de force. I would also like to report that Bad Ronald was not so much as bad as he was misunderstood.
At one point, Grizzled was passing through and asked about Ronald, to which I said just that... he's not bad... to which Grizzled replied with something like, "Yes, but isn't the movie named Bad Ronald??" Well YES! But he's not bad, bad... he's just misunderstood and the victim of an unfortunate accident! To which Grizzled responds with a "Well, I know he's not bad, bad or they would have called him Bad, Bad Ronald!!" To which I believe I responded... "Get. Out!"
So, one bad movie down and one to go. "Bad Ronald" was as bad as I remember, but bad in a good way... I don't remember that much about Zardoz having watched it many, many years ago and in an inebriated state... having actually forgotten at one point that I had even seen it. From the little I recall, it's just baaaad. I can't remember if Sean Connery wears black glasses though...
When I was a young, young girl, I would wait patiently until Garfield Goose would play this video. Playing this video meant Christmas was around the corner. This was filmed long before I was a glimmer in my parents' eye, but I remember it playing for many years after I was around. It was a standard and I loved it. Anyone from the Chicago area loved it.
I haven't seen it in a long time and now with the wonders of YouTube, it's available whenever I want to watch. I never realized how creepy it looked... I'm surprised this didn't scare me as a kid. I still feel a little glimmer of excitement when I hear the song, but if I watch... I'm still thinking, wow... that was kind of creepy...
Grizzled will never look at me the same again. At least I'm prepared, having read about Snag's love affair with his biggin'.
Yes, our television... the noun doesn't even sound right for what showed up, but I guess they're still calling them that... showed up bright and early this morning. It was being drop-shipped so I had to find a way to get it into the house. My brother-in-law was supposed to be on call, but had the nerve to take a shower at the crucial moment. I went out to ask the delivery man if he would at least be so kind as to move it to our driveway since he had parked across the street. I really didn't want to hang out in our neighbor's driveway until help arrived.
He agreed. I figured I'd then ask him if maybe he could put it in the garage. He agreed... until he saw the lack of space in our garage. He also mentioned that putting the TV in a vertical position would not be the best idea. I knew that, but it was better if he said that. He then offered to move it into the house. I took him up on it and greased his palm when he left. He was happy, I was happy and now, Grizzled has a TV large enough to light up the backyard.
Now we just have to mount it. I don't want it taking up precious table/shelf space. The whole mounting apparatus looks more like a torture device. The mounting of the mounting apparatus looks like a challenge in itself. I guess we won't be using 3-M adhesive hooks.
As I mentioned before, I knew Snag had a large TV... I made the mistake of emailing him and asking him if he had mounted it. I don't think I'll ever get that image out of my head...