SOUNDTRACK: HEYWOOD BANKS-“Toast” (1995).
I found this song when I was reading an article about Chris Christie. Someone said he’s toast after his recent scandal. And someone else posted this video. Evidently it is taken from a morning radio show (ew), but the song is funny despite the morning nimrods laughing along.
I prefer the audio quality of the radio version, but I like this live version better (the dark toast intolerant joke is very funny (it’s new to this version)–as is the punchline to the Eifel Tower verse).
The excitement that he brings to this nonsense is wonderful.
[READ: September 20, 2013] Who Could That Be at This Hour?
I have a few books lingering around from last year that I have yet to write about. This is one of them. I’m not sure how a book gets neglected in my writing. Usually I feel like I need to devote some time to it and I feel like I don’t have enough time at the moment. And then it gets pushed back and back until months have gone by and then I wind up writing a half-assed review anyhow.
Alas.
So this begins a new series from Lemony Snicket. It is a prequel to A Series of Unfortunate Events, but it is a very early prequel. The main character is a thirteen year old Lemony Snicket who has just finished school and is on his way to a certain destination when all of his plans are thwarted. And the way the opening is written is confusing and funny at the same time. Like, “You’ll see her soon enough in any case, I thought, incorrectly.” Or that he is given a note from a stranger which says to go out the bathroom window. When he gets into the bathroom he finds a small package: “It was a folding ladder. I knew it was there. I’d put it there myself.” Young Snicket is sitting with his parents–they insist he drink his tea while he waits for the train. But while he is waiting, a woman breezes into the station and drops a note in his lap.
The mysterious letter writer turns out to be S. Theodora Markson. She is to be Snicket’s chaperone. Snicket uses the “a word which here means…” trick from the Unfortunate books but there’s a funny twist
“I’m contrite, I said, a word which here means–”
“You already said you were sorry,” S. Theodora Markson said. “Don’t repeat yourself. It’s not only repetitive, it’s redundant and people have heard it before.” (more…)
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