What do you mean you cooked the turkey, Charlie?

I hope that everyone enjoys their roast eagle, with all the trimmings:

Take an Indian To Lunch

Take an Indian to lunch this week
Show him we’re a regular bunch this week
Show him we’re as liberal as can be
Let him know he’s almost as good as we

Make a feathered friend feel fed this week
Overlook the fact he’s red this week
Let him share our Quaker Oats
‘Cause he’s useful when he votes
Take an Indian to lunch

Two, four, six, eight, who do we tolerate
Indians, Indians, rah; rah; rah

Take an Indian to lunch this week
Let him sit right down and munch this week
Let’s give in and all do the brotherhood bit
Just make sure we don’t make a habit of it

Take an Indian to dine this week
Show him we don’t draw the line this week
We know everyone can’t be
As American as we
(After all, we came over on the Mayflower)
Take an Indian
(Not a wooden Indian)
But a real, live Indian
To lunch!

     
The Luncheon Under The Trees

Narrator: Needless to say, the luncheon there under the trees was a great success, and a good time was had by Puritan and Indian alike. Everything came off beautifully with the exception of one minor catastrophe.

Mayor: What do you mean you cooked the turkey, Charlie?
Charlie: Well, I cooked the turkey, that’s all.
Mayor: You put our national bird in the oven. Is that correct?
Charlie: Yeah, well I, uh …
Mayor: And all of us had our mouths set for roast eagle with all the trimmings.
Charlie: Yeah, well I, uh …
Mayor: You did a thing like that?
Charlie: Well, the two birds were lying there side by side.
Mayor: The *turkey* was for the centerpiece, Charlie, I mean …
Charlie: Well, they looked so much alike that I, uh …
Mayor: Well, we blew it now. They’re all sitting down at the tables out there.
Charlie: Yeah, yeah.
Mayor: … starting on their little nut cups already. Just have to switch the birds, that’s all.
Charlie: Yeah, well …
Mayor: Serve them turkey instead of eagle. But it’s kinda scrawny-lookin’, isn’t it?
Charlie: Yeah, well I thought I’d stuff some old bread in it and make it look a little fatter.
Mayor: You do that, OK?

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Sing-A-Long on Christmas Eve

(I meant to post this yesterday, but I was busy)

Looking for something to do on Christmas Eve, when all the chinese restaurants are closed? Here’s a neat idea. A theatre in Westwood (near UCLA) is doing a sing-a-long Fiddler on the Roof on Christmas Eve. This sounds like so much fun, that it might be worth going over to after the afternoon matinee of West Side Story (Karen and Erin have tickets) and my afternoon movie (likely, “The Kings Speech” at the Arclight Cinerama Dome).

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What do you mean you cooked the turkey, Charlie?

I hope that everyone enjoys their roast eagle, with all the trimmings:

Take an Indian To Lunch

Take an Indian to lunch this week
Show him we’re a regular bunch this week
Show him we’re as liberal as can be
Let him know he’s almost as good as we

Make a feathered friend feel fed this week
Overlook the fact he’s red this week
Let him share our Quaker Oats
‘Cause he’s useful when he votes
Take an Indian to lunch

Two, four, six, eight, who do we tolerate
Indians, Indians, rah; rah; rah

Take an Indian to lunch this week
Let him sit right down and munch this week
Let’s give in and all do the brotherhood bit
Just make sure we don’t make a habit of it

Take an Indian to dine this week
Show him we don’t draw the line this week
We know everyone can’t be
As American as we
(After all, we came over on the Mayflower)
Take an Indian
(Not a wooden Indian)
But a real, live Indian
To lunch!

     
The Luncheon Under The Trees

Narrator: Needless to say, the luncheon there under the trees was a great success, and a good time was had by Puritan and Indian alike. Everything came off beautifully with the exception of one minor catastrophe.

Mayor: What do you mean you cooked the turkey, Charlie?
Charlie: Well, I cooked the turkey, that’s all.
Mayor: You put our national bird in the oven. Is that correct?
Charlie: Yeah, well I, uh …
Mayor: And all of us had our mouths set for roast eagle with all the trimmings.
Charlie: Yeah, well I, uh …
Mayor: You did a thing like that?
Charlie: Well, the two birds were lying there side by side.
Mayor: The *turkey* was for the centerpiece, Charlie, I mean …
Charlie: Well, they looked so much alike that I, uh …
Mayor: Well, we blew it now. They’re all sitting down at the tables out there.
Charlie: Yeah, yeah.
Mayor: … starting on their little nut cups already. Just have to switch the birds, that’s all.
Charlie: Yeah, well …
Mayor: Serve them turkey instead of eagle. But it’s kinda scrawny-lookin’, isn’t it?
Charlie: Yeah, well I thought I’d stuff some old bread in it and make it look a little fatter.
Mayor: You do that, OK?

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You better get them to sign it in the next couple of days…

Every year I post this on the 4th of July. For all that certain groups purport to know what this country’s founders wanted, I think it is best expressed in the sentiment “life, liberty, and the purfuit of happineff”. We still have that, for all the complaints. At times we may not like our leadership, and at times we may be frustrated at how our government is working (or not), but it is still the best system out there. Lastly, as much as I get annoyed at what those on the other side of the political spectrum say, I am still pleased to live somewhere where they have the right to say it. Happy Independence Day!

Narrator: The trouble continued to brew. It was a time for action, a time for words. On a hot July night in 1776, Benjamin Franklin was aroused from his work by the call of destiny.

Read More …

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News Chum for a Friday Lunch

It’s been a busy week, as evidenced by my short posts the last few days. Still, I have accumulated a bit of new chum to share:

  • From the “What’s Wrong With This Picture” Department: The OC Register has a nice article on the opening of some new toll lanes on the Route 241 freeway. However, at the end of the article they note:

    Four cell towers also are being erected along the 241 in that area to address a frequent complaint of dropped cell-phone calls around the 91/241 connector.

    Umm, aren’t folks not supposed to be using cellphones while driving (ideally, even hands-free due to the distraction). In a similar “think about what you’re writing” vein, an article about how Orange County bought a strip club, and then evicted the neighboring contractor supply business included the lines:

    “We’re not going to fight to operate our business the way we have for 20 years,” Arredondo said. “We’ll go to another city that will be happy to have us. It is very expensive to fight city hall. In this market, there are a lot more cities who are friendly to business.”

    That city is San Fernando, in Los Angeles.

    Now, I realized that the folks “down south” are a little challenged, but San Fernando is it’s own city (in the county of Los Angeles); it is not part of the City of Los Angeles. Sure, every LA community and city looks alike…

  • From the “Let Your Fingers Do The…” Department: It appears the internet is poised to kill another product: The SF Chronicle is reporting that the white-page phonebook may go the way of the dodo. There seems to be this assumption taking place that every member of society can afford an internet connected phone and a computer, or that the Internet would never fail us. It may come back to bite us.
  • From the “What Are You Wearing?” Department: The NY Times is reporting how some schools are outlawing costumes for being too scary or politically incorrect. That’s right: don’t come to school as a zombie, Jason, or even a pirate. Come as a box of cereal or a fairy. This hit my daughter this year: She’s going as Annie Oakley (“Annie Get Your Gun”), but notes that a lasso is not the accessory for a sharpshooter. Last year she went as Mrs. Lovett (“Sweeney Todd”), but luckily all she needed was a rolling pin (but I don’t think she could bring that to school either). Are we becoming overly PC or protective? Don’t answer that…
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Giving Thanks

I debated posting this earlier, but hesitated because of the concern that mentioning the good things might jinx them. But here goes:

  • I’m thankful for… my loving family. My wife (gf_guruilla) is the voice of calm reason in the midst of chaos, and helps keep me sane and center… plus she shares my evil streak. She loves to do and give for others. My daughter (nsshere) is about 10% teen, 90% mature young lady, devoted to school and theatre. She’s still a bit “it’s all about me”, but never needs to be reminded to do schoolwork or get good grades, and has a lot of common sense about her.
  • I’m thankful for… my larger family. There are those I see on a somewhat frequent basis (Hi Harriet, on FB), those I see more intermittantly (such as my cousins on my dad’s side), and those I keep in touch with via Facebook and MySpace. It is nice to know they are all out there, and that the new electronic mediums make it so easy to communicate.
  • I’m thankful for… my friends I know in real life, especially our closest friends, ixixlix and her family, and ellipticcurve and her family, as well as our former neighbors (Mindy and Steve, now on FB).
  • I’m thankfor for… My Livejournal friends. I enjoy writing this journal. I think my reviews have improved over the years; I think I’m doing more insightful news chum pieces. I do enjoy reading what goes on in other lives. I’m made lots of friends, all over the country, through this little journaling system.
  • I’m thankful for… Having a steady job (20 years on 12/8) that doesn’t show signs of being in peril. Yes, there is a commute (but it’s free), but the work remains interesting and challenging, and the people are good to work with.
  • I’m thankful for… ACSAC and its people. I attended my first ACSAC in 1989, helping Dixie with tutorials. I’ve been tutorial chair since 1990. Even though some years are harder than others (this is a particularly hard year with the economy — please attend the conference and stay at the hotel, what makes it worth it are the people I work with and the friends I’m made over the years.
  • I’m thankful for… Having a lovely house in a lovely neighborhood, and being able to make the mortgage payments (although I would be more thankful if I could re-fi out of this 5/25 before it goes variable in 2011)
  • I’m thankful for… Being reasonably healthy (I’m not thankful for the migraines), and that my family is also reasonably healthy. I’m also thankful that my friends battling more serious illnesses have made positive progress against them, and I hope they continue to do so.

So, what are you thankful for?

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What do you mean you cooked the turkey, Charlie?

I hope that everyone enjoys their roast eagle, with all the trimmings:

Take an Indian To Lunch

Take an Indian to lunch this week
Show him we’re a regular bunch this week
Show him we’re as liberal as can be
Let him know he’s almost as good as we

Make a feathered friend feel fed this week
Overlook the fact he’s red this week
Let him share our Quaker Oats
‘Cause he’s useful when he votes
Take an Indian to lunch

Two, four, six, eight, who do we tolerate
Indians, Indians, rah; rah; rah

Take an Indian to lunch this week
Let him sit right down and munch this week
Let’s give in and all do the brotherhood bit
Just make sure we don’t make a habit of it

Take an Indian to dine this week
Show him we don’t draw the line this week
We know everyone can’t be
As American as we
(After all, we came over on the Mayflower)
Take an Indian
(Not a wooden Indian)
But a real, live Indian
To lunch!

The Luncheon Under The Trees

Narrator: Needless to say, the luncheon there under the trees was a great success, and a good time was had by Puritan and Indian alike. Everything came off beautifully with the exception of one minor catastrophe.

Mayor: What do you mean you cooked the turkey, Charlie?
Charlie: Well, I cooked the turkey, that’s all.
Mayor: You put our national bird in the oven. Is that correct?
Charlie: Yeah, well I, uh …
Mayor: And all of us had our mouths set for roast eagle with all the trimmings.
Charlie: Yeah, well I, uh …
Mayor: You did a thing like that?
Charlie: Well, the two birds were lying there side by side.
Mayor: The *turkey* was for the centerpiece, Charlie, I mean …
Charlie: Well, they looked so much alike that I, uh …
Mayor: Well, we blew it now. They’re all sitting down at the tables out there.
Charlie: Yeah, yeah.
Mayor: … starting on their little nut cups already. Just have to switch the birds, that’s all.
Charlie: Yeah, well …
Mayor: Serve them turkey instead of eagle. But it’s kinda scrawny-lookin’, isn’t it?
Charlie: Yeah, well I thought I’d stuff some old bread in it and make it look a little fatter.
Mayor: You do that, OK?

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