MindlessChatter

I found this 'audiobook' detailing what it means to be a true dedicated sports fan and the rollercoaster of feelings that come with the level of lifetime dedication.  This is the best link that I could find for the file. This  file is found here . ~Bibliotender

I have posted previously on my fondness for the silly and I would now like to provide a perfect example of such. The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams is a perfect example of the strange, silly and ridiculous. Originally it was written as a BBC radio series (1978), compiled into a book and eventually expanded to a 5 part trilogy (1979-1992), adapted to a T.V. series (1981), compiled into a graphic-less video game (1984), again recorded for a BBC radio program including the bits of the trilogy that were not originally recorded (2004-2005) and made into a movie where it confused 76% of the people who watched it (2005). The fun part is that each of these versions contains a slightly different story, making storyline purist shake with rage each time a debate breaks out over which version is better. How could I not like a collection as random as this? I was even caught paraphrasing this awesome fragment in the bar last night: “[...] the renewed shock had nearly made him spi

ok so i will be the first to admit it. i am like mom in more ways than id like to admit sometimes. when she was on one of her many visits to Hillcrest. somehow she, and one of her friends, got on the topic of coconuts. then she proceded to describe a movie, of which she does not know the title, the actors names, or the context of exactly how the coconuts fit into the seen. after discussing the scene with me and father, she felt a little embarassed but i assured her that it happens to all of us. "us" being any of her children.

Thanks to the Smart People Forums that FCJ introduced, I stumbled on a thread called I Remember When…. where the poster is supposed to add their earliest memory of some popular topic, preferably something that wasn’t from this century. I quickly realized that I was entering that age in my life where the things that I remember are completely unheard of to those that are younger than I. This is a phenomenon that I encounter frequently whilst working in the bar. Let me preface this with a bit of information first. I am a proud intoxicoligist, and have been for a number of years, at a restaurant that employs idiotic cocktail servers the standard underage hostesses (hostessesses? hosti? hostess’? Twinkies?). This restaurant has the habit of playing the same country music over and over and over and over again. Eventually, I started to yell at the speakers each time a particularly annoying song came on and occasionally scaring the customers. In an effort to maintain my sanity, I started to

There is something about silly movies that I really like. I’m not sure if it is the blatant disregard for physics, continuity or plausibility but I can watch movies like the Naked Gun and Blazing Saddles over and over again. The other night Bibliowife and I setteled in front of the TV; she reading a textbook and I flipping through the massive amount of crap that is labeled entertainment these days when I stumbled upon Hot Shots! Part Duex. I was physically incapable of changing the channel and was transfixed by the hypnotic lunacy that was presented to me. After a while, my schoolgirl-ish giggling was distracting enough to end Bibliowife’s study session, even though I think she was just using that as an excuse. She exchanged the philosophical musings of Plato for the brilliance of Topper Harley and Ramada Hayman. This wasn’t a great comedy or cutting edge action film, it was just silly. Where else can you see a chicken launched from a bow in slow motion only to be impaled into a