Since I had the television on, and tuned to MSNBC, I whipped around and they had some flood story on, then David Shuster came back and they went off into a political story (or vice versa) ...
Strange, I thought, that they weren't breaking with the news.
It must have been another 3+ minutes before the blaring graphics and fanfare of "Breaking News" filled the screen, and, while expecting Shuster to level with the news, low-and-behold, it was none other than retired anchorman, Tom Brokaw.
And I immediately began laughing, hysterically.
No, not at the news of Timmy passing away, but rather of the old Saturday Night Live skit, with Dana Carvey impersonating Brokaw, taping, one-after-another, breaking news notices on the death of President Gerald Ford (he hadn't passed away yet).
Unbelievably sublime ... And, hysterical And here it is;
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It's wall-to-wall tributes on the television, as well as out on the World Wide Web.
But one of Jindal's job titles hasn't gotten much attention -- and it just might prompt a few questions if his Veep candidacy gains steam: Exorcist.
As others noted during his 2003 and 2007 gubernatorial campaigns (see update), in an essay Jindal wrote in 1994 for the New Oxford Review, a serious right-wing Catholic journal, Jindal narrated a bizarre story of a personal encounter with a demon, in which he participated in an exorcism with a group of college friends. And not only did they cast out the supernatural spirit that had possessed his friend, Jindal wrote that he believes that their ritual may well have cured her cancer.
With Jindal being touted as climbing that greasy Republican ladder, perhaps the McCain Camp has other designs, like having Jindal exorcise all the Stumblin' and Bumblin' out of McCain.
On his campaign website, there's the John McCain Store, and among the bevy of Stumblin' and Bumblin' items for sale, is a Golf Package (They call it "Father's Day McCain Golf Pack", available for the low, low price of $50).
And with this retail foray, the Stumblin' and Bumblin' staff got a refresher in the "Be careful, you might get what you ask for ..." department.
Apple CEO Steve Jobs on Monday celebrated the iPhone's one-year birthday a few weeks early by unveiling a cheaper and faster version of the device that is part phone and part mini-computer.
The widely anticipated announcement of a 3G iPhone - dubbed 3G for AT&T's "third generation" network - at Apple's annual Worldwide Developers Conference in San Francisco was greeted with the kind of enthusiasm found at rock concerts. The new iPhone will be available July 11 in the United States and 21 other countries for as low as $199, down from $399. When the original model was released June 29 last year, it cost $599.
Or, find out The Really Big Thing About The New iPhone, Here ...
While this new iPhone was rumored (and, like Hillary, inevitable) back last November, but, of course, it was shrouded in that infamous Steve Jobs secrecy.
Like only a handful of others, The Garlic has broken many a scoop when it comes to Apple.
So, to enlighten all those new G3 owners, we'll take a stroll down Retro Garlic Lane, to check out a few ...
Frankly, Barack Obama can likely set his schedule to only go out campaigning part-time, as long as Stumblin' Bumblin' John McCain continues to make public appearances and speeches.
But for you Die Hard Stumblers and Bumblers, you can look forward, if he does manage to Stumble and Bumble his way into the Oval Office, to this; McCain: 'I will veto every single beer'
Like we've been saying, this is going to be an awful lot of fun ...
We hope you are all well, especially for you reading from one of the sections of the country stuck in the 90+ degree heat ...
No posts today, specifically due to another homefront situation with the Aunt yesterday.
Once again, had to get her to the hospital, as multiple complaints were building up and, in the "better-safe-than-sorry" mode, took her up.
Surprisingly, she only had a minor ailment (it was not heat-related), and was not admitted, so we got home late last evening.
Today brought extra monitoring of her, primarily due to a new med being introduced (as well as the heat, before we got cooled off with a sea breeze), a detailed consultation with her doctor (a variety of items), meeting with Elder Services, visiting relatives, and rescuing a neighbors' car from the tow trucks (due to street cleaning).
So, with a rather hectic past 24-36-hours, not feeling especially creative this evening (trust me, my "Deleted" file is packed with attempted narratives of a handful of hot news items).
I had intended to do another post, or two yesterday, and will get the one completed up tomorrow.
Stay Cool! Peace JTD
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So, not to leave you empty-handed, groove on this classic (a personal favorite; IMHO, the best rendition of this tune) ...
McKay was likable enough, and certainly was in the right place at the right time, with ABC covering the 1972 Summer Olympics, McKay anchored the coverage of that terrible tradegy.
His professionalism and sensitivity melded in 1972. During the Munich Olympics, as he left the hotel sauna and was about to go into the swimming pool on his only day off, he received word that Arab terrorists had invaded the Israeli living quarters in the Olympic Village. Mr. McKay hurried to the studio, and for 16 consecutive hours he anchored ABC’s extraordinary news coverage, with field reporting from Peter Jennings, Howard Cosell and others.
The episode ended with the killing of 11 Israeli athletes, coaches and trainers. When that word reached Mr. McKay, he said he thought that he would be the person who told the family of David Berger, an Israeli-born weight lifter whose family lived in Shaker Heights, Ohio, “if their son was alive or dead.”
He looked at the lens and said, “They’re all gone.”
Every week, McKay highlighted a sports event, anything from boxing, swimming, skating, skiing, auto racing or weightlifting, to more exotic offerings, such as curling or rodeo.
And what's the big deal of that?
Well, if you happen to grow up in the 1960's, that was one of the few sports shows on television.
Back, before the 24/7/365, zillion-channel world of cable, it was extremely slim pickings.
For basebell, you only had the Saturday, Game-of-the-week (and not until the late 60's, with advent of UHF channels, did we start getting a trickling of the home town team games, almost exclusively, road games, not home games).
Sundays brought the NFL doubleheader (and being stuck here in New England, we always got beamed the New York Football Giants' games) on CBS, while NBC picked up the fledgling AFL schedule.
Like I said, slim pickings.
And, above all else, I can thank Wide World of Sports for giving me the love-of-my-life for that period of time.
One reason for the religious viewing, especially in Fall and Winter, was to, hopefully, catch ice skater Janet Lynn.
Lynn, who won a Bronze in the 1972 Olympics was, perhaps, heir to be the darling of the ice skating world, left void by Laurance Owen, and the 1961 U.S. Figure Skating Team, who all perished in a plane crash.
It was a big-time crush for this young boy, who would have been happy if every Wide World of Sports program was with Janet Lynn.
A little treat today, especially if you are in the Northeast (as well as other locations), where we are in Day 2 of an expected four-day heatwave (90+, and very humid).
Christy made a name for herself with the Stan Kenton Orchestra (you can check her out here, from 1945, on 'Tampico'), back in the day of big bands, with boy or girl crooners, before striking out on her own (dig her here, accompied by Nat King Cole and Mel Torme - on drums - with 'How High The Moon')
She may not be on the same rung with Ella, or Sarah, but she is, in my book, definitely, on the ladder, and way up there.
Yes, that zany pair from NPR's 'Car Talk", Ray and Tom Magliozzi, are hitting the small screen, in an animated cartoon, highlighting ... Well, what else, their zaniness.
"As the Wrench Turns" is a tongue-in-cheek take on what Click and Clack's off-air lives might be like, featuring those familiar radio voices in exaggerated car toon bodies. It centers on a fictionalized version of the brothers' car repair shop in Cambridge, where some characters glug motor oil in coffee cups and a local politician is named Marty Bezzle. (The campaign button reads "M. Bezzle.")
"How much stupid stuff can we possibly - oh, in that case, the show might be able to go on forever," Ray Magliozzi said in a recent conference call with his brother, who pointed out that all they had to do for the show was sit in a studio and read a script.
"It's dumb work; we didn't have to think much," Tom Magliozzi said. "We usually don't."
