“There were rumors it was haunted,” Rodgers said of the college in De Pere, Wisconsin.
Rodgers said the ghost sighting happened in 2007 or 2008. A ghost was first spotted in the corner of one of the rooms, Rodgers says. And the next night, Rodgers claims, the ghost returned. The 41-year-old told Heyward that the ghost was visible in the adjacent room from the previous night in the same corner on the opposite side of the wall.
“So I think ghosts are a very interesting conspiracy,” said Rodgers, who was joined on the podcast by new Steelers wide receiver DK Metcalf.
It was fifteen years ago today that I initially built the outdoor toybox which eventually became our pool toybox.
It was true; I overengineered it a lot because I fully expected toddlers to climb on it.
It was a year ago that I rebuilt it since it was rotting in a lot of places from years of water dripping on its bottom.
And…. It’s ultimately too small for proper sized floats. We’ve only had two this year: A large innertube shaped one that the oldest bought and a leaky mattress type that my beautiful wife bought for $2 on clearance at Walmart.
I’ve still gone out most days, or at least a couple of times per week. The wife likes to go out to the pool in the afternoons when she can. The boys have only been into the pool a couple of times, and one has had a couple of friends to swim once.
Our pool is an underutilized space for sure–and, as major systems have come overdue for replacement at Nogglestead coincidentally when our income is running on a lean mixture–we realized that the pool has been the only thing we’ve spent money maintaining in our time here at Nogglestead.
And the toybox? I shall probably deconstruct it sometime soon and turn it into additional record shelving or leave it in its component parts in my garage and/or shed for years.
But, briefly, it held plastic sports equipment, a giant bounce-on hopalong toy that I used more than my young children did, a plastic lawnmower, and whatnot. And then for longer it held a rotating collection of floats, including water wings and other toddler-sized floats, balls, and dive toys for longer. But nothing now.
To be honest, when I saw the Facebook memories, I thought I’d share the story of rebuilding it, but then I found I already had. Pardon the indulgence about musing about the same thing again one year later.
I got this DVD in June, so it was atop the video cabinet where I have most of my unwatched videos, and I popped it in because I feel that I’m making pretty good progress in at least clearing that media from the top of the video cabinet. Not so much the box atop the video game cartridge cabinet. And I’m hitting a Friends of the Christian County Library book sale this Saturday on bag day, so I’m likely to reload it soon. Also, I just bought a The Complete Series on DVD (at full price on Amazon) which is only a single season, fortunately. But I digress.
So this is a 20th century artifact, and a particularly 1990s one at that. Seinfeld’s humor is very urban, Manhattanish in nature and kinda upper class–he talks about being in airplanes all the time–one of the first bits is about airport security in 1998, and, brother, I am from the future, and you don’t know how good you’ve got it.
A couple bits I laughed at, but I guess I’m more of a Blue Collar Comedy Tour kind of guy.
The video wraps the “live” performance with a skit about Seinfeld holding a funeral for his old “bits,” the comedic riffs which he used both in standup and on his television show. Notable comedians of the time such as Garry Shandling, George Carlin, Robert Klein, Paul Reiser, and Jay Leno and other media people like Ed McMahon and Larry King. Brother, I am from the future, and you don’t know how good you’ve got it.
I’ve read The Seinfeld Universe, and I’ve watched seasons 1 and 2 of Seinfeld. And even with that education, eh, not a big fan. He’s not especially crass, but the observational humor is outside what I normally observe. Probably I should get out of the basement more anyway. But.
It’s not like I’m going to have to dodge videos of his standup specials. It looks like they’re pretty few and far between in his filmography, and the last was on Netflix, so it’s not like I’m going to have the chance to stuff that into my bag on Saturday.
But in some tiny newspaper in the middle of BFE, the company puts out a want ad. This ad isn’t meant to be seen by anyone nationwide, rather, its sole purpose is to be “proof” that the company looked for an American. The idea is that only their preferred Indian candidate will know about the opening and the very specific procedures and job code to apply. Then, bang, the company has proof that no qualified American exists and they can hire Poojeeta Ramdash whose uncle runs the division.
Jeez, does that explain the job posting for an SDET I saw in the Stone County Republican?
The Jack Henry world headquarters is not in Stone County; it’s in Monett, which straddles the Barry and Lawrence County line. I emailed the recruiter and never heard back. Perhaps part of the plan.
As far as the AI bubble popping goes, I expect it far sooner than he [John Wilder] does.
But I hope that it doesn’t until a lot of nuclear power plants are built and then will have to sell that energy to someone. Preferably me and manufacturing concerns. Cheaply.
The film is a thriller set in New Orleans. Quaid plays a police officer lightly on the take–they all are–who starts looking into the death of a mafia heavy that was probably to be a message to his mob. Ellen Barkin plays an assistant district attorney who is assigned to look into it as well–but she’s really looking into police corruption. They become lovers (hot and spicy for the 1980s scenes follow), but when Quaid’s Remy McSwain is caught in a bribery stakeout, they fall out (and she prosecutes him). He engineers getting the charges dropped, and she challenges him to reflect on whether he’s even a good guy any more–so he leaves the “Widows and Orphans” group of police sharing in bribes.
As McSwain continues to investigate the “gang war,” he finds that police officers might be involved in several, or all, of the deaths, which leads him to confront his captain–the man who plans to marry McSwain’s widowed mother.
It’s a slow burn film, not as kinetic as you get in the 21st century, and the final climax is rather tame by comparison as well. But it’s a good film, although everyone plays it with a pronounced Cajun accent which, in at least my personal post-The Waterboy, seems funny. Although I might end sentences for some time with cher for a while. Given I am still coming out of my personal post-Shōgun period, my sentences are likely to end with Karma, neh, cher? which will lead to people with whom I speak to beg me to return to my native ainna?
So, I thought I would next watch Bull Durham to continue on my Quaid-kick, but, c’mon, man, a moment’s reflection made me realize that was Kevin Costner, not Dennis Quaid. Then I thought, boy, they are of different eras, neh, cher? Dennis Quaid, whose most noteworthy films come from the 1980s, kinda hams it up. I associate Kevin Costner, who had a string of successes in the late 1980s, more with the 1990s. And he’s so damned earnest in his roles. I suppose if I could turn this into a term paper were I still in college, but you’ll have to just live with my thesis and contemplate it on your own if you’re so inclined.
Also, it led to a little tension at Nogglestead. She said Dennis Quaid was in her favorite Saturday Night Live skit, Mustang Calhoun, from 1990. I said, no, that was Randy Quaid.
In my defense, and in the post-Independence Day world where Randy Quaid played a pilot, you tell me:
That is Dennis, who is Randy’s younger brother.
So maybe my Dennis Quaid kick is over. Which is a shame. He’s fun to watch. In a way Kevin Costner is not. In a 1980s way.
Too bad he didn’t see my post, or he could have used the image in his post:
As far as the AI bubble popping goes, I expect it far sooner than he does.
But I hope that it doesn’t until a lot of nuclear power plants are built and then will have to sell that energy to someone. Preferably me and manufacturing concerns. Cheaply.
Televisions. We only have two: One in the upstairs living room which has not been used since 2020, when we played Karaoke Revolution on the PlayStation 2 as the kids’ music class during lockdown. We will probably remove it from the living room in the near future when I finally refinish the end tables and coffee table that I’ve been saving for a rainy day.
A Microwave. How do you say, “I’m urban, and I go out to eat/order delivery and then discard the remnants.” in TikTokian?
Laundry hanging to dry. We have wet towels, occasionally swimwear, and things that cannot go into the dryer hanging from convenient fixtures most of the time. Limited, I guess, by when our laundry equipment is down for one reason or another, which seemed all the time until we recently bought expensive “professional” quality things, which means “all the time” is postponed for a year or two.
Overhead lighting. Although we don’t tend to use it all the time, we have canned lights downstairs and fans upstairs. So we’re guilty of this. I’ve only recently discovered turning on lamps to diminish the darkness in the corners of the house.
Unused candles. We’ve got a dog candle that I bought for my sainted mother when I was eight at the Wisconsin State Fair and a scented candle my beautiful wife got as a gift somewhere in the little mirror shelf in our dining room, a pair of taper candles in holders that I inherited from my favorite aunt in the living room, and a heart candle-without-a-wick that I made for my beautiful wife as a gift when I was making candles (she does not like fire) in the bedroom. I think we have one or two others in our other knick-knack collection in the clock downstairs which I received as gift–maybe for being the best man at my brother’s first wedding? Regardless, they mean something and are personal relics. One presumes that a 35-year-old professional decorator, influencer, and TikToker is blessed to live in the eternal evanescent now. Although, to be honest, I don’t know him, but I’m not impressed with the depth of people who live on the Internet.
So a perfect five of five.
One wonders if books would come in sixth or seventh in the list, not to mention shelves of videocassettes, DVDs, record albums, or CDs on display. Or fitness equipment. Or, icky! sports team memorabilia (remember, gentle reader: You can see a Packers logo from just about any point in Nogglestead).
But I live in a house that I live in. Not one I’ve designed for Internet clout/clicks or even real-life approval by people who assess based on that sort of thing. If they don’t go to the bookshelves and see what kinds of books we have to make their determination, we don’t have them over. Which is why, I suppose, we don’t have people over. Or perhaps the ones who do come and would normally judge people by the books they have are overwhelmed at Nogglestead. I dunno. What was I saying?
I am not sure where this purported CD case comes from, but the actual soundtrack on CD only contains the first 11 tracks listed.
The “Bonus Tracks” are in the movie, but are not included on the soundtrack nor in the closing credits, which explains why VodkaPundit and I had a hard time learning about Leonard Cohen in 1993.
Maybe if I’d have clicked More…. I would have seen text to this effect.
This is a relatively recent (2020) hardback from the Salesian Missions collection of poems which I just bought in (May 2025, so just three months ago). Since I’ve gotten through my stack of Poetry magazines (and, finally, the complete works of Keats), I brought it up into the bedroom for the poetry nightcap.
And, gentle reader, you know I like Ideals magazine, and that’s what you’re getting in a collection like this. Poetry about seasons and about the relationship with God–moreso in this collection, as it’s produced by a Catholic organization as a fundraiser–but I get that in the grandma poetry chapbooks I also accumulate. These collections and Ideals are generally a cut above the self-published chapbooks (my own included?). It seems we get some overlap between the two, poets whose work appears in both (Grace E. Easley? Steven Michael Schumacher?)–but maybe I just read enough of these little collections that the names are just familiar only from Salesian publications.
So I enjoyed it as a light bit of a snack before bed, a ritual that winds me down for sleep.
The back flap had a long list of 128-page collections like this and regularly published pocket-sized books which I thought might be a checklist I could use to see how well my collection is going. But it might not be a comprehensive list–books I have reported on from the 20th century do not appear to be represented. Is it possible that they’ve published so many this century that they didn’t even have room for decades’ worth from last century? I guess someone knows, but not me.
At any rate, I recommend them. Perhaps I should send them some money as well to get the freshest works. It’s odd; subscribing to First Things and The New Oxford Review and, briefly, Touchstone have gotten me onto a lot of Catholic mailing lists, but not Salesian Missions.
How many years? A century? Living memory? A quarter century (which is longer than living memory for most journalists, by the way)?
Two years. Which means it did not get this hot last year.
It’s the reverse Wobegon effect (where all the kids are above average). Everything must be the mostest, the extremist, the most estest, in history, especially in the news.
Southwest Missouri Congressman Eric Burlison introduced a proposed amendment to the U.S Constitution aimed at reigning in federal spending.
KY3 Staff, interns, and/or AI, please enlighten us as to how amendments work:
In order for the amendment to initially pass, it requires a two-thirds majority vote from both the House and the Senate.
Not depicted: Ratification by the states.
Gentle reader, you may guess as to whether the writers thought that We don’t need to say it because everyone knows how it works or they didn’t know. You can probably guess how I would guess.
I just bought this videocassette in June, so it was atop the cabinet and awaiting quick viewing since I’m too lazy to actually open the (glass-fronted stereo) cabinet holding years’ (decades’) worth of accumulated unwatched videos. And as I popped it in, I thought it was odd that I had never seen the film.
Ah, but as I watched, I realized this was, in fact, a film that appeared on Showtime back in the day, and I had seen it probably more than once albeit not in over 35 years.
So it’s a bit of an action/comedy take on The Fantastic Voyage. Dennis Quaid plays a former Navy pilot working with a lab team working on minaturization; the lab team is going to shrink him and inject him into a rabbit. Just as the experiment begins, though, the lab is attacked by a black ops crew working to steal the technology. The lead guy takes the syringe containing the shrunken pilot and capsule and flees, injecting them into a hypochondriac played by Martin Short (not to be confused with the hypochondriac played by Tom Hanks–have we really lost the stock comedic hypochondriac character? Probably.). They, helped by Pendleton’s (that is, Quaid’s) reporter girlfriend (played by Meg Ryan) have to retrieve a computer chip and re-enlarge Quaid before his air supply runs out.
So it’s a series of chases, impersonations, and comedy that turns out all right at the end.
The film has Robert Picardo in it, and although I saw the name in the credits, I didn’t recognize him. It also has Henry Gibson and Kevin McCarthy playing the kinds of roles they did. I see a lot of overlap in their film careers around this time and have learned that they must have been part of the Joe Danteverse, the director of this film and others like The ‘Burbs. I shall probably forget this trivia presently, but I bet you know what you’re getting when Joe Dante directed a film.
At any rate, not a bad way to spend a bit of an evening, but since I’m not trapped in a tin can in a trailer park in 1988 with nothing but Showtime to occupy me, I probably won’t watch it over and over again. Especially since I have a full cabinet and the tops of two littered with accumulated things to watch and another book sale bearing down on me in two weeks where I will likely add to the pile faster than I watch them.
Somewhere, I saw that there was a new theatre group in town doing Shakespeare, and I kinda put it in the back of my mind in case our August was not already busy enough.
I guess I’m glad I did not rush right out and buy tickets.
Oh, but of course they did.
They’re putting it on for themselves and their small circle, and part of the joy is in self-martyrdom when the public does not attend.
It seems like I just re-read the actual book, but that was in 2020. I’m not sure at what garage sale I might have picked up this single audiocassette with no binder/folder, but our recent ride back from St. Louis (to see Herb Alpert as the ancients foretold), I popped it into the vehicle’s audio cassette player.
This is a condensed version of the book, and it’s read by the author. It has three “chapters” that distill some of the book’s contents into less than an hour and a single audio cassette. It covers, basically, the power of prayer, the power of reframing your mind with positive affirmation, and whatnot (he said, because a couple of days later he forgot one of the chapters). A female narrator, who introduces us the the Sound Ideas, offers some takeaways and exercises as well, but basically, they’re to reframe your thinking by repeating some of the uplifting Bible verses like “This is the day the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalms 118:24) and “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13) as well as studying some scripture for solace.
Some people have likely dinged Peale for his focus on calling upon “The Power” that God has given you–it seems a little gauche, perhaps, but some interpretations of the Old Testament and some bits of the epistles (and perhaps even the Gospels) encourage believers to call for aid for the basics and for triumphs. So I’m not going to pile on him for his interpretation. It served him, and many of his followers, well.
My beautiful wife remarked a bit on one of the elements–silence, and listening to God, I think–and said nobody does this sort of thing any more. However, they do. It’s just been denatured and turned into Mindfulness. Strip the words God and Christ out of Peale’s teaching, and it would fit right into the modern zeitgeist without having icky Christian overtones. But, to be honest, the lessons are also found in Buddhism and Stoicism which predate Christianity.
At any rate, it was a nice, short review of the material, and I might well listen to it again.
Discogs lists 13 titles in the series, but does not include this one. They might be worth picking up when and where I can, if I ever see others of the ilk.
As to this title, I’m not sure what to do with it. I’m not sure where I got it, but without an audiobook-style binder, I won’t put it with the other audio books on the bookshelves. I’ll probably put it under the bed with the rest of our audiocassettes.
The local Daily Dammit, Gannett and the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, a distant Daily Dammit, Gannett featured a video about an actor and his parrot:
Not Jon Gries from Real Genius (Lazlo Hollyfeld). Not Jon Gries from Napoleon Dynamite (Uncle Rico).
Jon Gries from some streaming show with far fewer viewers than either of them will ever have and which will be forgotten soon after it’s off the air.
Kids these days don’t know or appreciate proper cult classics and probably have too much content available to ever watch something over and over again.
I mean, the Packers have had two way players in recent memory (Spencer Havner was both a linebacker and a fullback).
In the old days, they did not have special teams. Jerry Kramer played both right guard and place kicker and returned a kickoff. Paul Hornung was both halfback and place kicker (and held the Packers points scored record for a long time).
I mean, I guess these are all Packers, but Packers history is NFL history.
But, whatever, sportsbook marketing intern. You do you.
Not the history of her acting career, which topped out in Legend and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (covered extensively in the article) nor her recent return to filmmaking. Nor, even, what she looks like now (she is not unrecognizable, just older than she was in 1987).
No, I wanted to learn more about her poetry. Which the article does not go into.
So I did an Internet search and found her Web site which looks like it has not been updated in nine years and its list of publications.
Wow, 24 poems between 2009 and 2016, but….
Most of them are online journals, and most of them here only a decade later are not available and return errors as the literary journals have folded. A few might have changed technologies which bury the poems, if the old work is available at all.
Ah, gentle reader, as you might know, I placed a couple poems this summer in the last ‘issue’ of the Green Hills Literary Lantern which will not publish again. If its faculty sponsors move on or retire, will Truman State University keep it up? Unlikely. So ten years from now, you won’t be able to find those poems on the Internet any more either.
Ah, the “online journal” has really upped the ephemerality of a poet’s immortality compared to print copies, where a poet could think his or her work was still out there and where crazy poetry readers like me could pick up bundles of chapbooks and old literary magazines and work through them to keep the poet’s work alive for just a little longer.
It doesn’t look like Mia Sara has a collection or chapbook out, and more’s the pity; a couple of poems that I could find like this and this are not bad.
Actually, I guess not. Given that I’m a senior whatever I am and have been in the IT industry for over 25 years now, most of us who have seen this movie before have retired. So it’s younger people caught up in the AI hype.
I read enough to be skeptical about it (also note I didn’t think “the Internet” would be that big either), but I can’t be too loudly skeptical on LinkedIn since the whole world, or at least the deluge of consultants, contractors, and service providers to service providers that is LinkedIn lurvs it.
And job postings: Are you AI-first? AI-native? On a scale of 1-10, do you love AI 11 or 12?
I have used AI in a limited fashion for guidance and suggestions as to how I might solve a problem, but I have enough experience to doubt, to know when it’s not correct, and to know when to refine it.
I am not into building complete apps or systems without knowing what’s going on. Our software has been trending away from quality for a decade or so with human developers. I do not look forward to what we get when companies are relying on autocorrect to write their software for them.
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