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QotD: Google Me

Have you ever Googled your own name? How did you feel about the results?
Submitted by elen.

A very good question, elen. :-)

My name belongs to a famous American chemist, and a UK author, whose publishing company calls "up and coming." 

Also, oddly, I think, an old Navajo lady, and someone by my name, from Nottingham, England, participated in a MS "wing walk," at age 91, becoming the oldest person ever to do so. 

self indulgence; House: Whac-A-Mole, Dean and Frank

First, for my non-TV-watching friends, here's something so awesomely awesome, it redefines the term.

Please, keep in mind if you are unfamiliar with the personalities of these two guys, that the silliness is mostly built on irony. Imagine, if you will, two fabulous entertainers, together on a TV stage for 10 minutes straight. Realize those two entertainers didn't move around a whole lot when they sang. They did plenty of witty stage banter in club shows, but this segment was all about the songs. And imagine a director concerned that wouldn't be enough to hold the TV audience's attention. That is, I believe, the impetus for what you see here:

Now. House episode 3.08: "Whac-A-Mole." Good stuff, good acting, but man, this arc is poisoning the groove. So much that I made three entire posts in the episode thread at Television Without Pity. I'm reproducing my post responses here, with a summary of the quotes that spawned them, which you can read at that thread--I didn't want to reproduce those without permission. If you're not into House, you won't be interested, and that's why it's, you know, self-indulgent. But this show is like sustenance to me; sweet nectar, riches, and amazing sex. And I'm upset by it right now.

1. "It's not about believability, it's about entertainment."

I usually never care about the believability of an arc.

But I find this so thoroughly unentertaining, to see House go through this, and now his colleagues, and so unlike the show I've been enjoying all along, so very, very unentertaining to the point of thinking,

wait, this is not only incredibly unentertaining and stressful and hard to watch,

it's also just crazy.

It's so unentertaining, it reminds me of one of those crappy "reality" shows that are flung around the networks, where people do horrible things to each other in order to win a contest,

or one of those dread "America's most appalling home video" segments that are so very unentertaining to me.

I like Cameron. I enjoyed House's look when she helped with the sling. It was perfectly executed. Very entertaining.

2. "I am sick of Tritter: it's an annoying, implausible, irrational, poorly-written, stupid excuse for an antagonistic situation."

That may be part of the problem for me. When I first heard about Tritter, I was angry that law enforcement was going to be used to "teach House a lesson." I'm not really over that, but...

Now, I just find it so bizarre the way it's being done. It makes me hate him less because he's so ridiculous, but it's not any easier to watch.

As a person with--not much medical knowledge, it's so easy to suspend my disbelief about the procedures and practices of these doctors. But as an American, the idea that this Tritter behavior can be just sort of accepted by all these people who are now cowed by him is preposterous, and the fact that Leonard and Laurie are acting their guts out through it all isn't quite enough.

I think Morse seems to be a good actor, and if we were given some real motivation for Tritter's behavior, I'd probably say well done to him, too. Maybe that will come.

But last night, the parallels between patient story and doctor stories were so tenuous, and also sort of jarring. And it was by far the best episode of this arc so far. I quite enjoyed it, but came away thinking, still, that there were so many other and better ways to achieve this same level of tension between the characters. Not only believable, but rewatchable, inspiring, thought-provoking.

I would enjoy someday rewatching House go through this process, if it were motivated by something, anything else I can think of at the moment, some relatable experience. In this way, I simply watch and think he's being cheated. Instead of rejecting his hero status, I have started to embrace House the bastard more fully than ever. I want him to be as awful as he can possibly be. And I don't care if he learns nothing from it. The teacher didn't earn the respect of the student.

And, I feel sad saying it, especially since I don't usually care about media influence, but there are so many people watching this show all across the world now. People who see this vast, complicated and diverse landscape of 300 million people, and interpret, react, to what they are told to believe about it. Just because this is a work of fiction doesn't mean it won't become another piece of that puzzle. It's a tiny thing, but worth a sigh.

3. "Why waste screen time showing us that Tritter went through legal channels, showing evidence to judges, getting writs and so forth? The way it's shown makes for compelling drama."

I wish it looked and felt that way to me. It would be a very cool thing. I can still like the show anyway, but I'm frustrated. I don't know anything about judges and writs, I just wish House's problems had escalated in a natural sense, as they seemed to be doing already, rather than being shaken loose by this crummy guy who gets to wreak havoc when he's annoyed at someone. It feels cheap, and unworthy of the show's history.

This and that

I'm way behind on word count, so this is a sort of copy/paste post.

First, what movies from my childhood, by which I mean ages 5-20, would I consider classics to introduce to my kids? Well, I've introduced many on this list, and they've discovered a few on their own, and naturally we did the Star Wars trilogy, so I didn't add that.

Probably most of these are fun or light-hearted. I'm not much into the grit and realism of the 70s, though there are some exceptions. And since my favorite film era is actually from 1939-1963, about, well, these aren't "expert" choices, really. You don't see The Godfather on here, because I never saw it and I'm still not interested. They can, if they wish. And, of course, there's a required "bad movie" list, and then the lists from 1986 forward--there'd have to be an English language one and an other-language one--but that's not for today.

Apocalypse Now (1979)
Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
The Sting (1973)
The Man Who Would Be King (1975)
Harold and Maude (1971)
Young Frankenstein (1974)
Rocky (1976)
Dirty Harry (1971)
Blazing Saddles (1974)
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971)
Fiddler on the Roof (1971)
Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
Amadeus (1984)
Blade Runner (1982)
Back to the Future (1985)
A Christmas Story (1983)
Brazil (1985)
This Is Spinal Tap (1984)
The Right Stuff (1983)
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982)
Airplane! (1980)

I'm sure I've left plenty out; give me your own ideas and I will yay or nay them. :-)


In the Hizzy, someone mentioned a childhood crush, and I got to thinking if there was a definitive list of the TV characters I adored when I was a little girl. I was always very into men. I liked a couple of boy characters, but when I remember back, these are the ones I really remember feeling giggly about up through the age of 10, in a sort of chronological order:

Speed Racer
Perry Mason
Rob Petrie
Jim West
Jim Rockford
Officer Jim Reed
Tom Corbett
Quentin Collins
Trapper John

There are probably a few more.

I know all these lists should have links, but that has to be when I'm caught up, as well as my thoughts on the two men of the week I mentioned in the post before this one.


Here are some interesting things I saw last night when my hand hurt too much to type:

Confusing English

Winking insults

Junk Mail This is a great long list of all the forwards, chain mails, and bad jokes people send you in the mail. Seeing them on a page like this is far more entertaining than seeing them in your inbox.

Click Here This is really hard to explain. You'll either love it or find it pointless. It's a series of pages you click on, just to get to the next one. They're all odd, and sort of awful, yet intriguing somehow. On a few of them, you have to roam a bit to find where to click, and on a few of them, there are repeats, where you think you're done, but if you click several times, it will go on to something else new.


Best for Last I love this page so, so much. You just go around on it. When you click, you'll have a new color. It's quite addictive.

Living in a bubble

That's what I intend to do as much as possible.

Here's the playlist; nothing new, really, just a rearrangement of most of the favorites and a bit of fleshing out.

Danke Schoen--Wayne Newton
At Last--Etta James
Ain't Misbehavin'--Eartha Kitt
L-O-V-E--Nat King Cole
If I Were A Bell--Count Basie
The Way You Look Tonight--Frank Sinatra
The Summer Wind--Frank Sinatra
I've Got You Under My Skin--Frank Sinatra
Ain't That A Kick In The Head--Dean Martin
Mambo Italiano--Dean Martin
Witchcraft--Frank Sinatra
Lazy River--Bobby Darin
Down With Love--Bobby Darin
On an Evening In Roma--Dean Martin
A Lot Of Livin' To Do--Nancy Wilson
That Old Black Magic--Louis Prima & Keely Smith
The Best Is Yet To Come--Frank Sinatra
I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face--Dean Martin
I'm Beginning to See the Light--Bobby Darin
Help Yourself--Tom Jones
They Can't Take That Away from Me--Ella Fitzgerald & The Paul Smith Trio

I'll be along later with some reflections on O.J.., and George Clooney.

Married Love, part one

Here's something important to take a fresh look at, from the What Makes Men Tick? volume of Woman Alive! published in 1972 by Aldus Books Limited, of London

I just don't understand my husband. Recently, he's started asking me to do an elaborate striptease for him before we make love. Who does he think I am--Belle Star? (blog note: I find this reference a bit confusing.) I feel silly doing that kind of thing, but when I refuse, he gets all upset, and says I don't really love him. What I'm beginning to wonder is, does he really love me?

Ah, the world was such a different place before cable TV, video rentals, and Viagra.

This complaint comes from a woman who has been happily married for five years. But it's an issue that can arise at any stage in marriage. Joan, 24, had only been married three months when her husband Tony shyly presented her with a pair of black stockings and a frilly garter belt, and asked her to put them on before they went to bed. Peggy, after ten years of marriage, couldn't believe her ears when her normally undemanding spouse suggested that they try making love in the family car. Susan, newly pregnant, was embarrassed and insulted when her husband asked her to wear a see-through blouse without a bra during a quiet evening at home.

Note here the filmy fabric clinging to her ample, womanly thighs. This helps men remember that you used to be something he could look at but not touch.Which reminds him of other objects he can look at but not touch. Then he wants you more, you see?

All these women were deeply distressed by what they considered an abnormal request on the part of their husbands. But when they showed a reluctance to comply, their husbands were obviously hurt and angry.

The conflict involved here goes back to a fundamental difference in the way men and women regard sex. For a woman, making love is just that: a physcial expression of mutual desire and affection. She usually has fixed ideas about what is right and proper in sex--ideas which do not include "unnecessary" erotic embellishments. Asked to incorporate such extras into her lovelife, she may feel degraded, as though her own unadorned presence, in her own comfortable bedroom, was insufficient to arouse her husband's desire. What she, like many women, mail fail to realize is that men often yearn for a hint of wickedness in the women they love. Certainly, as decent, respectable men, they want their wives to be decent, respectable women--at least in public. But in private, they sometimes want an added spice of eroticism to heighten their enjoyment of sex. In fact, what men often want their wives to be is the perfect combination of "naughty but nice."

Sometimes your husband wants you to be like this woman; the one he could have easily, but does not otherwise respect. In other words, he misses the days when "he was young, competing with his peers for the wildest sexual experience, and, incidentally, seeking to become the knowledgeable lover as the partner of the woman he would eventually marry; you."