January 2012 – Page 2 – Musings from Brian J. Noggle

DeRooneyfication (I)

January 22, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

This year, I have begun the process of DeRooneyfication.

Sometime when I was reading some of his columns some number of years ago, I related to one of Andy Rooney’s situations. He mentioned going into his basement workshop and finding a number of projects that had been off to the side for a number of years, including a chair that needed fixing and whatnot. Even though I was probably just the long side of thirty at the time, it resonated with me, since I’d been collecting projects and materials for projects since before I got married. Now that I’m just the short side of forty–and soon on its long side–I decided to start finishing some of those projects.

Most of them aren’t long-term, time-consuming projects, either. Most only require that I set aside a couple of minutes on consecutive nights to take the time to complete the steps the project requires. They require that I put all the pieces and material together in one place and get the things done. That’s all.

Why have I decided to do it suddenly in 2012? Perhaps it is that birthday ending with a 0 coming up. Perhaps it is the new multivitamin that I’ve started to take because I bought it some years ago and might as well use (almost a deRooneyfication project of its own). Maybe it’s a function of having cleaned and sorted my garage and finding the projects and the tools and materials to complete them. Regardless, I’ve started completing projects of some procrastination. These are their stories.

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Good Book Hunting: January 18, 2012

January 21, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

Wednesdays can be a dangerous day for me. The younger lad has only a half day of school, so instead of driving into town and then home and then into town and then home in a three hour stretch, I hit the gym for an hour and a half or two hours, but then I have an hour to roam town. A town with many book stores. And on Wednesday, I hit two: Barnes and Noble (to spend a gift card) and The Book Castle.

And I bought a couple books.

I got:

A copy of Strunk and White for my ha’brother, who is in an MBA program and could use it.
The American Patriots Almanac, a daily reader of founding documents and founding fathers.
Evil Dead on VHS. I’ve not seen any of them. What sort of bad Gen X geek does that make me?
A picture book of Cologne, France. Not cologne.
A collection of alternate Robin Hood stories where Robin Hood is not in medieval England.
Blockade Billy, a short hardback (130 pages) by Stephen King that was $5 at Barnes and Noble (on sale). A short, cheap read? What a concept!
It’s Not Easy Being Green by Jim Henson.
A stir fry cookbook for my wife.
A collection of works by Gil Elvgren.
A collection of presidential papers from 1841-1860 or 1821-1840. Right before the Civil War.

The books from Book Castle were all from its sale shelves and room; I spent $5 and change there. After the $20 gift card from Christmas, I spent $12 at Barnes and Noble. So about $17 total. Not bad for the stack, especially as three of the books are new.

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Graffiti Suspect, 45, Seen Wearing Clown Pants

January 21, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

Grafitti It’s like the Vanity Fair article says, pop culture has stalled. And this modern graffiti referring to a hit from 1990.

Alternate quip:

20 years later, we reflect upon the successful protests of the 99% who could not touch this that removed the 1% that purportedly could from the pop charts.

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Overlooked GOP Candidate Selection Criterion

January 19, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

Ladies and gentlemen, as the GOP presidential primary and caucus process continues to its conclusion next year and a candidate to challenge Resident Barack Obama in 2012, we’ve been fed a steady diet from the campaigns and the media of white papers, plans with varying numbers of bullet points, and doodyhead/am-not claims. We have focused on issues, and by issues, I mean the aforementioned “doodyhead” considerations, but we have failed to take one important question into account:

Which candidate will make the best giant puppets and effigies for 8 years of protests?

Mitt Romney: How will he look in effigy? Newt Gingrich would make an excellent giant puppet

I have to go with Newt Gingrich on this one. Not only is he more easily caricaturable, but there are many, many editorial cartoon artists ready to come out of retirement to lend their expertise to criticizing him.

You don’t want to challenge the protestors too much, do you? They only have masters’ degrees in puppetry and papier-mâché.

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Book Report: The Handle by Richard Stark (1966, 1988)

January 19, 2012January 17, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

I bought this book back in November, and I’ve already read it. I do sort of have a last-in-first-out method. The fresher the purchase, the closer I am to the eagerness to read the book that drove me to buy the book.

I’m not sure if this is the first Stark book I’ve read; I don’t have any other book reports on them on the blog here, so I haven’t read one in the last ten years. If I did, it probably came during my high school years, but I don’t remember it. So it’s like going into a series fresh except for knowing what the series character is and seeing a portrayal of it on the big screen (Payback, donchaknow?).

So Parker is an amoral, immoral bad guy who does heists for the Outfit. One or two a year, not enough to get greedy. This time, the Outfit wants him to hit an offshore casino run by a former German officer on an island claimed by Cuba. When the Feds get wind of the operation, they want Parker to grab the man himself and bring him in. So Parker cases the island, builds a team, and executes the plan–which goes awry when a rejected team member tips the casino that the heist is coming.

It’s a quick, pulp read. It’s just a little off in that some of the detail and description in the beginning is, I don’t know, a little overdone, a little out of the pace of a proper pulp novel. From the front matter of this book, I see that Stark is a pen name of Donald Westlake. You know, Westlake is an author of whom I’ve read a couple of books, but not someone I’ve rushed out to read all. I wonder if the poor pacing in the beginnings is what does it. I don’t know.

This volume is a LARGE PRINT EDITION from 1988, which is 22 years after the initial publication date. Man, those pulp books could stay in print, couldn’t they? Aside from some of the huge bestsellers today, what do you think will still be in print in 2034? Not a whole lot, probably, with the industry changing as it is. I mean, if you look at the sales stats today, the more modern edition I’ve linked to is still in the top 100,000 books sold on Amazon. So it’s got longevity that even my torpid review won’t dent.

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Book Report: Woman in Mind by Alan Ayckbourn (1986)

January 18, 2012January 17, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

As you probably don’t know, I like Alan Ayckbourn ever since I saw his plays The Norman Conquests when the Rep in Milwaukee was putting all three of the plays on, rotating which play was showing nightly, so that viewers could see all three. Even though I was a hardscrabble working college senior, I managed to see all three–and with three different women (and Table Manners twice due to a scheduling error). Norman would have approved.

This book is a single full evening play. Within it, a woman who is hit on the head gets some attention from a doctor as she comes around. As he goes to get some tea for her, her loving family, clad in tennis apparel, checks on her. She’s a successful historical novelist with a doting husband, an attentive daughter, and a protective brother. But as the doctor returns, they fade away, and her family is really an uncommunicative and distant son and a parson who’s estranged from his wife. As the play goes on, the family visits intersperse, and her doctor tells her she’s suffering from hallucinations related to the head injury.

So as I’m reading, I’m interested to see how this will resolve and somehow hope that she’s really suffering from hallucinations of the bad family and root for a twist where she’s really the successful woman hallucinating a poor existence, but we end with a penultimate scene where the faux daughter is at her wedding, but it’s really a horse race where she’s a horse, and it gets surreal (obviously) and the play resolves where the woman with the head trauma has imagined all of it and is in an ambulance right after the head trauma.

So it disappointed me, ultimately, because I like my plays to veer a little less into the surreal. I mean, I can read a surreal play and know what I’m getting into (The Balcony) and even enjoy it (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead). But when a play leads me to believe some surreality is going to resolve but ends up more surreal and unresolved, well, meh.

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A Plea For Attention, Or Something More Sinister?

January 17, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

Spotted on my to-read shelves:

I don’t remember purchasing My Book of Leaves.

Do you think my son put that book on my bookshelves because he desperately wants me to notice his work and/or to read to him, or was it just something he could do since Daddy had a little stepping stool in the office?

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Book Report: Acapulco Rampage by Don Pendleton (1976)

January 17, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

This book is not one of the strongest in the Executioner series. In it, Mack Bolan travels to the Mexican resort to keep the Mafia from getting a stronger grip on the criminal warlord currently running the rackets there. After he kills a frontman and contact point for the bad guys, Bolan takes in the man’s secretary and traveling companion who claims to be innocent. He gets on-the-scene help from a washed-up actor that had been a front man for prostitution and white slavery as Bolan tries to find a solution that will keep the Mafia out of Acapulco.

Sadly, although its plot like the others differs from boilerplate, this book ends rather abruptly with a twist for a twists’ sake.

Not one of the better ones in the series, but still a quick and interesting enough read.

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Thanks, I Know

January 15, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

Tonight’s referrer list:

Here’s the photo they’re looking for:

Originally posted Sunday, October 12, 2003.

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Pointless Speculation of the Day

January 15, 2012November 19, 2016 Brian J. Noggle

If 21st century gun laws had been in place in the 1980s, how much simpler would Donkey Kong have been if Mario had owned a Desert Eagle?

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And On That Note

January 14, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

At the end of the aforementioned Scooby Doo, Cartoon Network’s The Hub plays an anti-bullying PSA (embedding disabled by request, because if there’s one thing you want to upload onto the torrents, it’s an anti-bullying PSA) with Tom and Jerry shorts:

I gotta ask you, which message do you think resonates with young viewers?

Frankly, I think the PSA is like one of the adult gags in the cartoons that the kids don’t get yet. It does, however, sound the proper notes to today’s concerned parents.

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Generational Skipping Stones

January 14, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

In the other room, my children are watching an episode of The New Scooby Doo Movies with Davy Jones in it.

The program originally aired on December 2, 1972, so I probably didn’t see it when it ran first. A couple years later, I watched it with my mother and brother, and I remember distinctly the joke that Davy Jones makes “I’ve never sung for frogs before, just monkeys.” She explained that he used to belong to a band called the Monkees.

Of course, the Monkees were most active between 1966 and 1968, when the television show appeared, but a decade later when I watched the cartoon, Davy Jones was a has-been, if a little boy thought of such things. Regardless, he was off my cultural radar, if I had such a thing at about 10.

Of course, a couple years after that, in 1985, MTV started airing the television program and brought about a brief Monkees revival. The shows played on MTV and Nickolodeon, the band toured, and I even ended up with a greatest hits album.

When the children heard that Scooby Doo was meeting Davy Jones, their only knowledge was of the guy with the locker. Although this reference precedes any of the pop-culture musings above since it’s a nautical term for the undersea place where drowned sailors go, the boys only know of it from what they’ve heard about the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series.

That’s a lot of generational history wrapped into a single episode of a forty-year-old cartoon.

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Deer Thugz and Disharmony

January 12, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

I moved from the city to a small town to get away from just this sort of violence:

Authorities say the woman was standing in a service station parking lot in Ellisville when two deer ran through the lot. One of them ran into the woman, knocking her to the ground.

This was just part of the deer and his gang of malcreants’ crime spree, which also includes an apparent B-and-E.

(Jeez, I make light of his, but I hope the vic gets well and the perp makes a tasty sausage.)

(Also note that we’ll see a wave of crime and insurrection not seen in this country in 200 years if the deer align themselves with the emus.)

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Smells Like Twee Spirit

January 9, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

I’ve been a curmudgeon since elementary school, but I cannot feel like an old curmudgeon these days when confronted by stories written, obviously, by a 20-something who thinks history began sometime in Bill Clinton’s reign.

First, this piece in Vanity Fair talking about the sameness of culture since that era:

The past is a foreign country. Only 20 years ago the World Wide Web was an obscure academic thingamajig. All personal computers were fancy stand-alone typewriters and calculators that showed only text (but no newspapers or magazines), played no video or music, offered no products to buy.

This is a surprise to anyone on Compuserve, Quantum Link, and BBSes running on CG-Net or WWIV-Net or people who used Commodore 64s or Amigas that could plays music and show short snippets of video.

Then there’s this: Five Video Games You Loved as a Kid But Will Hate If You’re Dumb Enough to Play As an Adult:

Perusing through my massive back catalog of games from my childhood has led me to one conclusion: Games of the past have more capacity to challenge the imagination than those on today’s consoles.

Pocky and Rocky for the Super Nintendo! Can any childhood be complete without it? Come on, surely I’m not the only one who has played this? No?

In essence, the 2-D warmth of games we played as children symbolize a spoiled innocence that has been long lost, which has since been replaced by so-called “Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games” (MMORPGs) and first-person shooters. Games can still be addictive, but the enhanced technological capabilities of today often provide a shortcut. Technological innovation replaced game play innovation. Today game story lines are often bogged down with tedious cut scenes which just take away from the game play more than anything else. The titles on older systems of the ‘80s, ‘90s, and first half of the ‘00s weren’t just reduced to the number of polygons or shades of green. They relied on fun game play and clever artwork to keep their patrons entertained – instead of hooking hopeless addicts with make believe social lives which require a monthly subscription fee and the final ounces of one’s self-respect.

Perhaps though, I should be more balanced about the Video Game’s Golden Days. In some ways, it was actually the Dark Ages.

This is what Pokemon Stadium looked like when it first came out in 2000. It may have been state of the art at the time, but play it now and you’d better have some killer weed.

It would be misleading to say that all of the games from the past deserve recognition. Video games are just like all media: the majority of titles were overhyped, derivative, and poorly designed. This list covers some of the worst offenders from my own vast collection. After weeks of gaming I’ve narrowed down my list to five guilty titles that were considered classics at the time of their release but now do little more than piss you off. Play at your own risk.

He was a child when the SuperNintendo was out. ‘Nuff said.

Jeez, I realize that there are gonna be kids writing because kids are cheap. I’m even almost made piece that I’ll even have doctors who are younger than I am with names like Kailee and Ayden and Tyler. All right.

But I hope they’re old enough to know things went on before they were born.

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It’s Very Popular with Turncoats

January 8, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

A reversible Navy jacket:

Unfortunately, it’s not very effective for deserters, since when you turn it inside out, the Navy logo appears on the other side, too.

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Fortunately, My Workout Is Different

January 7, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

From The 27 Rules of Conquering the Gym:

No one in the history of gyms has ever lost a pound while reading “The New Yorker” and slowly pedaling a recumbent bicycle. No one.

Which is why I read Forbes, The National Review, St. Louis Magazine, and 417 when slowly pedaling a recumbent bike. They’re more intense.

This, on the other hand, sounds a lot like my workout:

There’s also the Strange Guy Who is Always at the Gym. Just when you think he isn’t here today…there he is, lurking by the barbells.

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Question for the Day

January 6, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

Justin Bieber: Is he more like Andy Gibb or Shaun Cassidy?

(Handy Wikipedia links provided for the portion of the audience that falls into the market segment “Damn kids.”)

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Let’s Do The Time Warp Again

January 5, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

Yesterday, Instapundit linked to someone doing a takedown of someone tut-tutting Heinlein.

I read it and scanned the comments and something leapt out at me:

triticale says:
6/26/2005 at 8:45 pm

I happen to be reading “Tramp Royal” at the moment; Heinlein’s memoirs of a trip around the world by cargo liner which he and Ticky (as he consistantly calls his wife) took in 1954. His travels unquestionably made him more worldly. Even today I doubt the average reader of “Outside” magazine has made it to Tristan de Cunha or the black market currency exchange of Djakarta.

One interesting quote – when discussing the effect of cultural differences on their dealings with a customs inspector (Ticky pulled a dumb stunt later echoed by Podkayne’s brother), he speaks of being a “stranger in a strange land” which would be a pretty good title for a science fiction story.

The name leapt out at me: Triticale gave me the Commodore 128 I currently have and a box of miscellaneous computer stuff that he cleaned out of his garage five years ago. I didn’t meet him in person, as he was in the Milwaukee area and I was not, but I got the stuff through an intermediary (my brother, briefly a blogger himself in 2005).

Triticale’s name leapt out at me because he passed away four years ago.

Instapundit’s been doing these archive posts of his lately, but this one didn’t mention it was going to the archives. Instead, it just sort of sucked me back.

How long have we been here, gentlemen?

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Book Report: A Treasury of Early American Homes by Richard Pratt (1949)

January 5, 2012January 3, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

This book is a sixty-year-old collection of Ladies Home Journal stories about old houses. You know, you hear the word McMansions to refer to large homes in the suburbs, but there’s a vast difference between large homes in the suburbs and most of these mansions.

One element of this book raises it above other volumes of its ilk that I’ve seen: this book was previously owned by someone related to one of the homes within’s original owners. Check out the handwritten notes:

Fascinating and poignant.

A good browser, for certain.

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Robert Frost Would Salute Him

January 4, 2012 Brian J. Noggle

The songwriter behind Brad Paisley’s “Camouflage” is a poetic genius for seamlessly blending in so many words that actually rhyme with camouflage and are not French:

I salute him.

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