Poll: Am I dumber for mistaking a green bean for a caterpillar or for thinking that a caterpillar would somehow respond to my whistle?
I’ve seen a lot of internet jokes about how NBC’s awful “Sound of Music Live” special must have killed the original baroness, but if we’re being honest, the lady who played the new baroness was the only good part* of the whole musical. It was almost ridiculous that she had to pretend she was threatened by country Maria’s looks, personality, and singing ability when the baroness had her beat in all three categories. For the first time, I found myself rooting for Captain Von Trapp to stick with the baroness, even if it meant aligning with the Nazis.
If anything, maybe Eleanor Parker died because out of that whole swastika-emblazoned shit show, the new actress proved that the original baroness could actually be replaced. “Why couldn’t Carrie Underwood have played my role?” she probably shouted on her death bed.
It’s funny how the baroness has retroactively become my favorite part of The Sound of Music, thanks in main part to a Melinda Taub article published on McSweeney’s. If you’re familiar with the musical, "I Regret to Inform You That My Wedding to Captain Von Trapp Has Been Canceled" is one of the funniest things you can read. I’m tempted to just quote the whole damn thing, but I’ll restrict myself to one of many favorite lines: “I had planned to send [the kids] to boarding school since their education at the moment seems to consist mostly of marching around Salzburg singing scales. I think it would have been particularly helpful for the eldest daughter who seems intent on losing her virginity to the mailman.”
* Well, her and Kurt. That kid was definitely putting the other child actors to shame.
I’m 2 Slow, 2 Stoic to have seen any notable Paul Walker films, but that hasn’t stopped me from getting caught up in news of his death, namely because of my ongoing obsession with people who died doing what they loved. In Paul’s case: speeding in cars.
I tried to figure out if I’ve ever seen a Paul Walker movie and it turns out I have: Pleasantville, which he was good in; She’s All That, which I don’t remember him in; and The Skulls, which I’m almost too embarrassed to admit that I’ve seen.
More importantly, while looking at Paul’s IMDB page, I came upon the most important factoid of all: he was a child contestant on I’m Telling!, a sort of Newlywed Game for siblings. My sister and I would watch it often as kids and dreamed of going on it, mainly for the toy spree at the end. We were [are] also really good at fighting with each other in front of other people, which is half the show.
"Don’t let me down, YouTube!" I said aloud as I searched to see whether Paul’s episode was there, and thankfully, it didn’t disappoint. Nor did the episode. If you’re feeling sentimental about Paul, or just nostalgic for 80s TV, you’ll enjoy the uploaded episode (which includes bonus 80 kids commercials.)
Part 2 of I’m Telling episode
Part 3 of I’m Telling episode
- bicker with his sister
- make a “funny” face
- discuss his drinking problem… (the drink being milk)
- not-so-modestly declare himself better looking than his sister
- when pressed to describe what animal his sister eats like, daftly say a “human being”
At this point, Paul had a long way to go as an actor, though, because he was clearly being upstaged by the third set of siblings. Their blend of social awkwardness, twitching, and over-explaining their answers made them the obvious stars.
I’m Telling! will have to suffice as my memorial for Paul. Surely it’s no worse than Alyssa Milano’s tweet, which the CNN obituary saw fit to quote in full:
Huh? You. #beauty #love #RIP
Real men extend real apologies.
(Bonus asshole: I can’t remember why I was doing it in the first place, but I do remember saying, “Mmm, you smell like ‘Original’.”)
I thought the crowd at the 24-hour taco place by my house at 2am after the bars let out was really weird… until I met the 3:30am crowd. Anyone scoring a burrito at that hour has been up to no good.
My friends and I were there, too, so admittedly we deserved to be categorized similarly. At least we had the good sense not to try to intermingle with the fellow riffraff, but all the other patrons were intent to chat us up anyway.
First, an older gentleman interrupted a couple of my female friends’ conversation about their respective hairlines to give his input. He was a “comedian” but never really said anything funny. When my friend finally tried to excuse herself from a conversation the guy wouldn’t take the hint needed to end, she told the slightly balding guy, “Okay, good luck with your hairline!”
Then there was a straight male ginger Latino fashion student (who knew?!) who was celebrating his 21st birthday. He claimed he had $4,700 on him that his father gave him to celebrate and kept offering to buy us stuff and take us places. He told us he had paid his friend to be a DD and that he was on his way to Vegas after eating and we could join him. Behind him, his friend shook his head no to indicate that was not going to happen. The ladies also declined to give him their phone numbers, despite his persistence. I’m not really sure whether he had all that money on him either, but he did wind up buying us an horchata.
Meanwhile, some woman a few feet away started screaming and slapping a guy after he told her he was leaving her at the taco place because he couldn’t afford the gas to drive her home. She could have left before with Tito if he had mentioned that fact earlier!
Both the 21-year-old and the comedian were asking where we all lived, and one of my friends offered up the fact that I lived “right over there” and pointed. I leapt into action: “Yeah, but not right there… way way back. Like a few miles in that direction.” Sorry, but we don’t give my address to shady drunk people.
Speaking of shady drunk people, the creepiest dude of all never even talked to us. He was a young guy by himself carrying a 12-pack of Tecate in his arm. As he methodically made his way through his beers, he would flash a big smile and just wave at us every couple minutes or so. At first it seemed friendly, then it seemed like a condescending joke, and then it seemed like we might get murdered. At some point, the smiling and waving between strangers needs to stop, or people are going to start to think the worst. It’s a shame, too, because it might have been nice to be friends with a guy unashamed enough to drink a 12-pack on a public street corner.
No more enchiladas at 3:30am.
I just remembered that I’ve had bacon in my pocket for the last seven hours and so I ate it.
Man, it was delicious.
The story could end right there as far as I’m concerned, but you probably want to know why I had bacon in my pocket.
I ate a late breakfast (the hungover, 3pm kind) at a diner. I ordered a plate that said it would come with 3 strips of bacon, which was disappointing because you always want more bacon than that. Much to my delight, I was served about 10 strips of bacon.
I can’t recall a time where I was like, “That’s too much bacon!” but I legitimately reached a point in the meal where I could no longer stomach any more. It was too much of a good thing. Still, it was bacon, so I didn’t want to leave it to go to waste or waste a whole to-go container for a strip of bacon. My solution was to wrap it in a napkin and put it in my pocket for later.
Maybe not seven hours later, but it was still great, so whatevs. You’re just jealous you didn’t think of pocket bacon first!
Sadly, there’s precedent for this kind of odd behavior. I also once did a napkin-wrapped “pocket steak” in Las Vegas, but that didn’t hold up nearly as well.
I admit it, I really like What-Would-I-Say because it’s essentially Horse eBooks but with your own words! Usually it’s hard to laugh at your own jokes, but when you didn’t actually write them, the laughs flow freely.
It’s best not to.
With all due respect to veterans, let’s take time to honor to the real heroes: each and every solo “Pony” dancer.
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I know "Ironic" isn’t actually ironic, but is it considered irony when your life mimics an Alanis Morissette lyric?