November 18, 2006
Holiday Fucking Greetings
Does anyone else remember the Michael Richards show? He's the guy who played "Kramer" on Seinfeld, and had a badly written, short lived sit com about a wacky private eye. Don't remember it? No problem. Neither does anyone else.
Late in the year that it DID run, Michael Richards recorded a message saying, "Happy Kwansaa from all of us at the Michael Richards Show."
I wish I had that recording. If I did, I'd play it at the end of this charming little story...
Richards Has Angry Outburst at Club
From Associated Press
November 20, 2006 11:06 AM EST
LOS ANGELES - Michael Richards stunned a comedy club audience, shouting racial epithets at people who heckled him during a stand-up routine.
The 57-year-old actor-comedian, best known for playing Jerry Seinfeld's eccentric neighbor Kramer on the hit TV show "Seinfeld," was performing at the Laugh Factory in West Hollywood Friday night when he launched into the verbal rampage, according to video posted on TMZ.com.
The tirade apparently began after two black audience members started shouting at him that he wasn't funny.
Richards retorted: "Shut up! Fifty years ago we'd have you upside down with a f------ fork up your a--."
He then paced across the stage taunting the men for interrupting his show, peppering his speech with racial slurs and profanities.
"You can talk, you can talk, you're brave now mother------. Throw his a-- out. He's a n-----!" Richards shouts before repeating the racial epithet over and over again.
While there is some audible chuckling in the audience throughout the outburst, someone can be heard gasping "Oh my God" and various people "0oh" after Richard uses the n-word.
Richards performed the next night at the Laugh Factory without incident.
Calls to Richards' representatives were not immediately returned early Monday.
He refused to comment on-camera when reached by CNN, but the network reported that he said off-camera he felt sorry for what had happened and had made amends.
Late in the year that it DID run, Michael Richards recorded a message saying, "Happy Kwansaa from all of us at the Michael Richards Show."
I wish I had that recording. If I did, I'd play it at the end of this charming little story...
Richards Has Angry Outburst at Club
From Associated Press
November 20, 2006 11:06 AM EST
LOS ANGELES - Michael Richards stunned a comedy club audience, shouting racial epithets at people who heckled him during a stand-up routine.
The 57-year-old actor-comedian, best known for playing Jerry Seinfeld's eccentric neighbor Kramer on the hit TV show "Seinfeld," was performing at the Laugh Factory in West Hollywood Friday night when he launched into the verbal rampage, according to video posted on TMZ.com.
The tirade apparently began after two black audience members started shouting at him that he wasn't funny.
Richards retorted: "Shut up! Fifty years ago we'd have you upside down with a f------ fork up your a--."
He then paced across the stage taunting the men for interrupting his show, peppering his speech with racial slurs and profanities.
"You can talk, you can talk, you're brave now mother------. Throw his a-- out. He's a n-----!" Richards shouts before repeating the racial epithet over and over again.
While there is some audible chuckling in the audience throughout the outburst, someone can be heard gasping "Oh my God" and various people "0oh" after Richard uses the n-word.
Richards performed the next night at the Laugh Factory without incident.
Calls to Richards' representatives were not immediately returned early Monday.
He refused to comment on-camera when reached by CNN, but the network reported that he said off-camera he felt sorry for what had happened and had made amends.
November 15, 2006
The Mouse Around Your Neck
Wal-Mart Recalls Minnie Mouse Cardigan Sets Due to Strangulation Hazard
WASHINGTON, D.C. - The U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission, in cooperation with the firm named below, today announced a voluntary recall of the following consumer product. Consumers should stop using recalled products immediately unless otherwise instructed.
Name of Product: Minnie Mouse Cardigan Sets
Units: About 14,000
Distributor: Wal-Mart Stores Inc., of Bentonville, Ark.
Hazard: If the cardigan is buttoned, the ribbon woven around the neckline poses a strangulation hazard for children.
Incidents/Injuries: No incidents or injuries have been reported.
Description: The pink cardigan is sold as part of a three-piece set which also includes a light pink turtleneck and denim pants. The cardigan has a pink ribbon woven around the neckline. Minnie Mouse is embroidered on the lower left front of the cardigan. The cardigan was sold in sizes 12M, 18M, 24M, 3T, 4T, and 5T.
Sold exclusively at: Wal-Mart stores nationwide from July 2006 through August 2006 for about $15.
Manufactured in: China
Remedy: Consumers should take the recalled cardigan away from children immediately and return the entire three-piece set to Wal-Mart for a full refund.
WASHINGTON, D.C. - The U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission, in cooperation with the firm named below, today announced a voluntary recall of the following consumer product. Consumers should stop using recalled products immediately unless otherwise instructed.
Name of Product: Minnie Mouse Cardigan Sets
Units: About 14,000
Distributor: Wal-Mart Stores Inc., of Bentonville, Ark.
Hazard: If the cardigan is buttoned, the ribbon woven around the neckline poses a strangulation hazard for children.
Incidents/Injuries: No incidents or injuries have been reported.
Description: The pink cardigan is sold as part of a three-piece set which also includes a light pink turtleneck and denim pants. The cardigan has a pink ribbon woven around the neckline. Minnie Mouse is embroidered on the lower left front of the cardigan. The cardigan was sold in sizes 12M, 18M, 24M, 3T, 4T, and 5T.
Sold exclusively at: Wal-Mart stores nationwide from July 2006 through August 2006 for about $15.
Manufactured in: China
Remedy: Consumers should take the recalled cardigan away from children immediately and return the entire three-piece set to Wal-Mart for a full refund.
November 14, 2006
Mouse In the Clock, Chapters One and Two by Bill Bill (since Kitty is busy being blown to Kansas by the winds on the Oregon Coast).
THE MOUSE IN THE CLOCK
Chapter One
So long as we are on about Christmas..(do try
not to say "Bills!" again
until January at the very
earliest, there's a sweet
pussy..I mean, kitty.
(Though a mouse, I am of the manly gender and tend to get those two cherishing
diminutives mixed up)..
I think I would like to share with you one of the most dear and warmly held yuletide traditions in all of Mousedom..a treasured tale loved and lovingly repeated every year since time before memory. Each mousehearth, no matter how tiny its fire, has its eager huddle of old and young alike waiting for the grayest senior to begin the story. I always think of Greatgranny telling it way back when I was just barely up out of my puphood.
"This is not," she began, "a pretty tale on the whole. There is blood and treachery..coldheart sadness..there is the
sharp bite that crushes.. and the dear one who never again comes home.."(wee Timmy snuffled and his widowed mum held him close)"..but there is also the great courage of a tiny heart..a loving pair whose sweet legend still resounds in our lives
..what it means to truly give a gift..and some thought of why we live as we do and where. Are we, then, ready to begin?"
Gleaming little eyes all 'round and smiles and nods and bold Maudie called "Go it, Gran!".
She looked into the rose glow beneath the twigs and rocked twice, three times, and cleared her throat:
"So long ago that this housing estate was one of the ridings of a great house..so long that there were no electric lights, no radiograms, no railway engines and no automobiles or motor-bicycles..so long that the humble folk stood still and took off their caps when the great folk passed along the road..but not so long that there were not already clocks!"
"Yayyy!" Timmy burst out
and was gently surpressed.
(You see, everyone knows
..each and every mouse that now lives.. knows this story. It is not the knowing of it that is enough, really, but the telling of it as we are all together wintering over the Cold Blowing that
matters, as you shall soon see in Chapter Two.)
THE MOUSE IN THE CLOCK
Chapter Two
Greatgran continued "Yes, there were clocks! And as you all know this is very important to our story.
A particular clock of great age and stature lived at
Dudgeon Hall, an estate that sprawled in the wilds of west England below the edge of the great mysterious downs and above the miles of gradient to the sea. On a sort of almost level shelf of rolling
hills and forest right under Dugeon Down to the east were the home parklands of Dudgeon House..some five
good english miles on a side..and right in the middle rose the yellow-brown stones of Dudgeon House. Christopher Wren stopped over to idle an hour for tea one June afternoon on his way to Oxfordshire.
After examining the edifice both in and out, with
his eyes wide and his mouth open, he said, to the
Resident, smiling wryly, "If we may believe Grachus the Younger (and quite frankly I don't think we can) Palladio came to England in the year 243 anno domine..just toward the end of the Roman Era. If he did come (mind you, I don't think he did at all)
he just may have had something to do with the central lower storey of your house! What d'you think of that, Sir?" The Resident thought carefully for a several moments and answered, "Well, Mister Wren, if you knew what you were talking about (and I think it most unlikely that you do) that would be very fine and interesting news, indeed!" Both men then seemed
to take much comfort that there was nothing conditional about the tea. Not many years away from
Mr. Wren, the great estate gardener, Capability
Brown came. Beginning in the house, he walked the
long hall peering at the panels. "I say," he asked,
"are these Grinling Gibbons?" That era's Resident,
a stolid fellow with pig-shite on his rough boots
and ten times interest in his tenant's ploughing
practices than the artistic ply of a gouge chisel,
replied, "Aow nay..they's bas-relief carvings, them
is!".
Chapter One
So long as we are on about Christmas..(do try
not to say "Bills!" again
until January at the very
earliest, there's a sweet
pussy..I mean, kitty.
(Though a mouse, I am of the manly gender and tend to get those two cherishing
diminutives mixed up)..
I think I would like to share with you one of the most dear and warmly held yuletide traditions in all of Mousedom..a treasured tale loved and lovingly repeated every year since time before memory. Each mousehearth, no matter how tiny its fire, has its eager huddle of old and young alike waiting for the grayest senior to begin the story. I always think of Greatgranny telling it way back when I was just barely up out of my puphood.
"This is not," she began, "a pretty tale on the whole. There is blood and treachery..coldheart sadness..there is the
sharp bite that crushes.. and the dear one who never again comes home.."(wee Timmy snuffled and his widowed mum held him close)"..but there is also the great courage of a tiny heart..a loving pair whose sweet legend still resounds in our lives
..what it means to truly give a gift..and some thought of why we live as we do and where. Are we, then, ready to begin?"
Gleaming little eyes all 'round and smiles and nods and bold Maudie called "Go it, Gran!".
She looked into the rose glow beneath the twigs and rocked twice, three times, and cleared her throat:
"So long ago that this housing estate was one of the ridings of a great house..so long that there were no electric lights, no radiograms, no railway engines and no automobiles or motor-bicycles..so long that the humble folk stood still and took off their caps when the great folk passed along the road..but not so long that there were not already clocks!"
"Yayyy!" Timmy burst out
and was gently surpressed.
(You see, everyone knows
..each and every mouse that now lives.. knows this story. It is not the knowing of it that is enough, really, but the telling of it as we are all together wintering over the Cold Blowing that
matters, as you shall soon see in Chapter Two.)
THE MOUSE IN THE CLOCK
Chapter Two
Greatgran continued "Yes, there were clocks! And as you all know this is very important to our story.
A particular clock of great age and stature lived at
Dudgeon Hall, an estate that sprawled in the wilds of west England below the edge of the great mysterious downs and above the miles of gradient to the sea. On a sort of almost level shelf of rolling
hills and forest right under Dugeon Down to the east were the home parklands of Dudgeon House..some five
good english miles on a side..and right in the middle rose the yellow-brown stones of Dudgeon House. Christopher Wren stopped over to idle an hour for tea one June afternoon on his way to Oxfordshire.
After examining the edifice both in and out, with
his eyes wide and his mouth open, he said, to the
Resident, smiling wryly, "If we may believe Grachus the Younger (and quite frankly I don't think we can) Palladio came to England in the year 243 anno domine..just toward the end of the Roman Era. If he did come (mind you, I don't think he did at all)
he just may have had something to do with the central lower storey of your house! What d'you think of that, Sir?" The Resident thought carefully for a several moments and answered, "Well, Mister Wren, if you knew what you were talking about (and I think it most unlikely that you do) that would be very fine and interesting news, indeed!" Both men then seemed
to take much comfort that there was nothing conditional about the tea. Not many years away from
Mr. Wren, the great estate gardener, Capability
Brown came. Beginning in the house, he walked the
long hall peering at the panels. "I say," he asked,
"are these Grinling Gibbons?" That era's Resident,
a stolid fellow with pig-shite on his rough boots
and ten times interest in his tenant's ploughing
practices than the artistic ply of a gouge chisel,
replied, "Aow nay..they's bas-relief carvings, them
is!".