Stuff like this is what makes the internet wonderful.
Let’s do another installment of my 3 Things series.
Here’s the list so far. I started with the year 1965, because that’s the first year I can remember 3 things about.
1) The first half of 1978 was the second semester of my senior year in high school. Because I had already been accepted to college, I tried to sign up for Typing and Shop. Coach Hutchinson, who in addition to being my favorite teacher ever was the only teacher smart enough to do the schedules pre-computer, put me in Chemistry II and Physics II instead. At the time I thought it was 45% funny and 55% annoying, but it worked out (although these days I find that I need all the stuff I would have leaned in Shop much more than all the stuff I have forgotten about Chemistry and Physics).
My friends and I were into Thespians, the theater group. I was the president my senior year. We did a western comedy as our senior play, and my friend Karen and I decided to spice it up a little bit for our classmates (captured nicely in the above photo, which unsurprisingly didn’t make it into the yearbook). I was also president of the Key Club. Some cats tried unsuccessfully to impeach me because they said I wasn’t paying enough attention to my duties- only partially because I missed some meetings and whatnot while practicing for and emceeing the Miss Brave Pageant. My friend Sarah won. She later unfriended me twice on Facebook, which is the current record. There is a large group tied for second at once each.
2) I have always loved horror movies, and one of the best ones of all time was released in 1978. Halloween.
3) I started at Wake Forest that fall. The beer drinking age back then was 18, so you had to be 18 to get in the local bars. An October birthday meant I got left behind a lot the first couple of months. A bunch (I’m talking multiple carloads) of my friends from Clemson came up for the football game that fall. We had a wild and crazy time. I’ll just leave it at that.
My music of the era:
Here are two records (or 8-tracks) I listened to a lot that year.
Jimmy Buffett – Son of a Son of a Sailor.
Elvis Costello – My Aim is True. That record ushered in a great decade of new wave/alternative rock.
Assuming you were alive then, what do you remember about 1978?
“The suggestion that Comey was fired to punish him for overzealously mishandling the Clinton email investigation appears laughable: Just this morning, Trump’s social media director Dan Scavino gleefully proposed to release video of Hillary Clinton’s concession call in order to hurt and humiliate her—and top Trump aide Kellyanne Conway laughed along with him.”
This is Not a Drill – The Atlantic
Anyone who is OK with the way Donald Trump is attempting to run our (our, not his or theirs or yours) country is neither a Republican nor a Democrat nor a rational being. He or she is rejecting everything that matters in favor of some irrational, misplaced concept of fandom and disdain for the “other team.”
Is a dead hog. This sounder was rooting around 60 feet from my front porch. Two or three sows and their piglets. I walked up on the same or a similar one on the road yesterday, in the middle of the day.
Given the chance, I will kill every one of them. By any means necessary.
I haven’t studied Warfarin enough to draw a conclusion, but I am highly predisposed to favor anything that kills these destructive pests.
It would be impossible to overstate my dislike of feral hogs.
The other night, while looking at the new streaming releases on Rotten Tomatoes (a great source for something to watch), I came across a documentary called Uncertain. Here’s my one two-minute review.
Directors: Ewan McNicol and Anna Sandilands
Why I watched it:
It had really good reviews, and was 100% fresh. Plus, I wanted to see how a town of 94 compares to the metropolis of Burton, TX, with a massive population of 300.
Uncertain got its name because the original surveyors were’s sure if it was in Texas or Louisiana.
I’ve watched some terrible movies lately. I was due for a good one, and this was it. Great character study of some interesting people living on the edge of Texas and the edge of society. It’s sad, in a way, and hopeful in a way. Like life.
Something I liked about it:
Mr. Ed, the hog with the horse’s head, though I support the killing of feral hogs, by any means necessary. Wayne is an interesting dude, who seems remorseful about his past. Henry reminds me of a number of men I knew growing up. Zack’s theology and views on waffles are both spot-on.
Something I didn’t like about it:
That Salvinia, which is destroying Caddo Lake. Duckweed is a pain in the ass in my ponds; I can’t imagine how hard it would be to deal with Salvinia in an entire lake. 40 square miles in 3 months!
He slept through it. Like a dummy.
Last night, while stream surfing, I (unfortunately) came across a movie called Lavender. Here’s my two-minute review.
Genre: Horror (sort of)
Why I watched it:
Same as before. I like horror and science fiction, and there haven’t been many good new releases lately. This was not one of them.
One of Cassidy’s Webkinz was named Redneval. That’s lavender backwards.
It stared out with a good, creepy vibe. There was a farm, some nice cinematography. Then I lost the plot and focused on trying to stay awake. During the movie, I figured it was a The Girl on a Train thing. I don’t even know if it was or not. It was on my TV screen until the end, and I don’t know (or care) how it ended. There was a flat tire and some jacks. Somebody said something about cows. Unless you have insomnia, you can skip this one.
Something I liked about it:
It’s set on a farm. I love good rural literature.
Something I didn’t like about it::
It was boring. Really boring.
He slept through the whole thing.