Way To Go, 33

 

The internet is an amazing place.   Casttv.com lets you watch any show you can think of, sometimes before it even airs on regular TV.   I discovered it while searching for a way to circumvent HBO’s grip on True Blood.

Now, Season Four FNL is back and I’m not waiting this time.  Watch it so we can expound on every detail of Riggins’ return to Dillon.   It only takes him  four minutes of episode one to drop out of college and hightail it back into my life as a full-time cast member.

It’s never too late to get on board.  You can watch from Season One online or at my house.  Just let me know.

Let’s do this East Dillon Giraffes!

 

The Ween

One of the best things about the trip to Maine was convincing Cara to come to Milwaukee for Halloween.

As an homage to our recent adventure she came ready to party as a lobster. Her duct tape-wrapped-wire-hanger-antennae were the only thing at the bar more frightening than the Twine Flu.

Jesse and Kristy Yamaguchi had promised her the time of her lobster life.   It seemed like the whole city was begging for her approval because it kept giving her free stuff.    She was handed a giant brown-bagged bottle of champagne on one occasion and a bonus mini donut on another.  Just by uttering the words “this is my fist time in the Midwest,” she was showered with hot dogs and, on Friday, a baby doll from an OctoMom.  That doll was promptly transformed into a LobstoBaby  and renamed Shelly so Cara could assume her Saturday night role as the LobstoMom.

After hanging out with a couple of Brobots (Robot Buddies) at the Nomad on evening #2, I modeled how to drop a debit card in the street and go out the next morning to find it right where I left it.  Seriously, peep those leaves before you jump to conclusions.  If it’s not in your wallet, check the pile of leaves in the street out front.

Cara promised the weekend was worth 14.5 Cs in her book.  That’s an impressive score on the 1 – FUN sliding scale.   I bet it was the shoulder ride provided by the Bronze Fonz put her over the edge.

Google Wizardry

This can’t be a trick because that’s something a whore does for money – or candy – but what gives Google?

As if the interweb didn’t confuse me enough already…proof that it is powered by mystical forces.

 

 

Bizarro

Like the Barnebey I know, but not.

Roadside Lobster

I went to Maine for a wedding and stayed for the leaf peeping.   Awww my autumn colors!   Top that foliage with some roadside lobster shack action and you have yourself one picture perfect New England Saturday.  If only I hadn’t thrown up at the New Hampshire Welcome Center it would have earned that elicit 10 K rating I’ve been holding out on.

How to Lose a Lobster in Ten Minutes from Schmatie on Vimeo.

Do the Perp

Endicular, that is.

Wild Things

The only appropriate company with which to see Where The Wild Things Are is your mom and little brother.  If you don’t have access to your own version of Pamcakes and Bry Guy, perhaps they’d be obliged to see it again with you.  I won’t be sitting through this a second time, but I can tell you a few review tidbits.

Visually, the movie is stunning.  Shot in Australia,the story unfolds in a world of perpetual sunset.   The actual Wild Things are expressive and complex –  I can’t recall another set of CGIed puppets reducing me to tears – but the real ray of light is Max Records, the youngster who plays the fictional Max.  He’s little and lonely and out of control and heartbreaking and rambunctious and magnetic.

This movie is rated PG but I don’t think any of the kids in the theater liked it all that much.  I can’t blame them.   My 26 years of deep-thought-thinking and symbol-analyzing couldn’t stop my mind from wandering.  ”Hold the camera still, Spike!” and “when is this going to be over?” may have slipped in a few times.   I was ready when Max finally said goodbye to the Wild Things.

Beautiful, unique, nostalgic, glad I saw it.

Score: 7/10

Reader Profile: Emily

Emily and I have know one another since the early 90’s.  She swam  for Lake Country, I swam for NBSC.  When were were 12, she claimed Oasis was the best band in the world during an icebreaker at swim camp while she made the other kids who didn’t know any better say they loved some made-up band she recommended.   Years later, she cornered me at a swim meet to tell me she loved my CSNY t-shirt and that she had told her coach (Roy!) at Northeastern about me.  I went on a recruiting trip and the rest is history.

Descriptive Vocabulary: enterprising, industrious, spiritual, capable, sanguine, harmonious.

What you should know about her: Emily may be the most ambitious person I know.  She tour-managed the Dresden Dolls while the rest of us were still debating which cafeteria to tour in college.  She now runs her own bi-coastal talent management company called WhiteSmith Entertainment out of Brooklyn, NY and Los Angeles, CA.

She calls people donkeys in instead of douchebags.

She once made me attend a going-away party for a ferret named Butter Monster.

She’s a vegan-ish eater who I know for a fact used to LOVE bacon.

She was and probably still is a very talented swimmer.

She skipped first grade.

She’s the reason I’ve hugged Ray Allen, Jack Johnson, Tom Morello, half of The Roots, and many more.

Reader Profile: Matt

Not many people read The Kee.  I’ve stopped checking my statcounter because the numbers are too depressing and I realize most of the visitors are just me from different computers.  BUT!  I value you.  AND! You get bonus points if The Kee made it into your Google Reader.  SO! In honor of you, special web friend, I bring you the first in a series I’d like to call “Reader Profiles.”

I’ll put a picture of you, list what I like about you and possibly include a comical anecdote of a shared experience we’ve had.   If you read but I don’t know it, tell me.   I’m talking to you Schaumburg, IL, whoever you might be.

MATT!

Descriptive Vocabulary:  resourceful, sharp, convivial, jaunty, jovial, mirthful, first-class.

What you should know: He wears a shirt that claims “Science is Fun” with an explosion of dinos and beakers and lasers shooting out from behind the letters. It’s not meant to be ironically hipster-y because Matt believes science is truly enjoyable.   It must be a one of kind because I can’t find an adequate picture of it anywhere on the internet to show you.

He is a teddy bear incarnate that laughs hard at jokes and uses a TV-B-Gone at bars.

I think he may have a first generation iPhone which is a respectable claim.   He got onboard when the rest of us were saying, “I don’t need my phone to do all that.”   Yes, you do need a phone to do all that.

He makes smoking look fun.

Thank You Apple