SNYDERMANIA: SARAH PALIN TO SHOOT BUDDY PICTURE WITH JACK BLACK

Monday, July 6, 2009

SARAH PALIN TO SHOOT BUDDY PICTURE WITH JACK BLACK

You heard it here first; Sarah Palin has signed a lucrative deal to shoot a buddy picture with Jack Black. How do I know this? Let’s just say I have a connection with a few Alaska Salmon fishermen.

Writing Report

I was able to bang out 1,400 words of a new short story. In this one John Wayne shows up at my house on Christmas night to drink Scotch and talk wax philosophical.

I still haven’t been able to hit my stride and I do turn into a pumpkin in two weeks when I report back to school.

A Trip to the Movies

In an effort to escape the 107 degree heat I took my girls to see 17 Again with the kid from the High School Musical movies. The flick held my attention and my girls seemed to enjoy themselves. It was a little mature for kids and a little dopey for adults; I guess it was geared toward teeny boppers. The adult stuff blew right past my girls so I guess nobody will be psychologically scarred for life.

Commander McBragg?

Blues Frau of Germany asked the following question: who is Commander McBragg?

Well here goes, Blues Frau. Commander McBragg was a 1960s cartoon about an old blow hard British guy. He hung out at some elitist club telling whoever he could corner about his daring exploits in history. It was pretty funny. If my memory serves me correctly, Commander McBragg usually aired with The Rocky and Bullwinkle show and Tennessee Tuxedo. By the way, I can sound exactly like Bullwinkle the Moose.

You can see Commander McBragg cartoons on You Tube.

3 comments:

Bullshee said...: Palin and Black??? That's like ice cream and pepperoni!!!

I remember R&B, but not McBragg...too early for me, perhaps?? :-D; July 7, 2009 at 11:53 AM
Unknown said...: I remember McBragg. I may have to check him out on YouTube.

Palin's statement has been leaked--sort of like fetid fluid leaking from a chum bucket on a fishing boat. In part it reads, "The movies rearing their heads there over Alaska, and Jack Black also, progressing our great nation outside big government, and I am shooting a three pointer because I am a point guard with refrigerator magnets. Turkeys gave their lives for victory and our troops also. And so I can buy Todd a lot bigger snow machine in the private sector."; July 7, 2009 at 4:53 PM
Anonymous said...: Billshee - they should've been the next Crosby and Hope...

David - The woman's a comedic genious...; July 11, 2009 at 7:37 AM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?