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If you watch only one lipdub video of Flight of the Conchords' "Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenocerous" today, make it this one:
Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenocerous from Bryan J Busch on Vimeo.
Great tip: Specifying minimum font sizes in Mail.app. [via Airbag]
If this was a turtleneck, I'd buy it.
I've been a little bit in love with this video of Gavin Creel singing Pasek and Paul's "Do You Remember?" for a while now.
It's a really sweet song (one of several written for an abandoned Peter Pan musical project) and Gavin Creel does it beautifully. (I've also never seen his hair look better.) The video is from a showcase of Benj Pasek and Justin Paul's music at the Zipper a few months ago. It seems as fitting a note as any on which to wrap up 2008. Happy new year!
Eartha Kitt has died. She was 81, and pretty much the ultimate "sex kitten", always. She was...si bon.
Yep, that's me circa 1969, posing for a photo on Santa's knee. It would be first of seven photos taken with the old fella (and one of the first laps belonging to strange men in which I'd find myself sitting over the years, a practice that happily continues). You can see the whole gallery of my visits with Santa on Flickr.
As you read this, I'm celebrating Christmas in the Land That Dial-up Forgot with my mother, a warm hearth, a lovely tree and enough food to feed a platoon, should you know any Marines you'd like to send my way. From my ancestral home to you and yours, a very Merry Christmas!
Nice: Instant Watcher, "Netflix for impatient people". A utility to help discover what's available to "Watch Instantly" on Netflix.
Yes, Virginia, there is still a Santa Claus.
Majel Barrett Roddenberry has died. She was 76.
What a dame! She was so protective of Gene Roddenberry's vision for Star Trek and for the future, and she was a witty actress into the bargain. Once several years ago, when she was visiting St. Louis for a fan convention, I was in the autograph line waiting to meet her. As I approached the table where she was signing and graciously chatting with star-struck fan after fan, I overheard her say to an assistant that she'd like to have sushi for dinner and to find out a place they could go.
When it was my turn at the table, she inscribed my photo and we traded a few pleasantries. As I was leaving, almost as an afterthought, I recommended the name of a good local restaurant that I knew to have fine sushi. Her face lit up and she called the assistant back over. "Take this down," she said, and encouraged me to repeat the recommendation. "No, wait," she said. "Get this man's telephone number. You're coming to dinner with us!"
And so I did. I dined with Nurse Chapel, Number One, Lwaxana Troi (sans Mr. Homm). For almost three glorious hours, she held forth with stories and laughter, sake and sushi, and we closed down the Kirkwood eatery I'd recommended. When we parted company, I got a warm hug and a peck on the cheek which, combined with the evening's company, I'll treasure more and longer than any autographed photo.
So long, Mrs. Barrett-Roddenberry, and say hello to your beloved Great Bird of the Galaxy.
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