if it's on the internet, it must be true
- Monkeys can't walk backwards.
- Rutherford B Hayes had a debilitating addiction to (and a phobia of) naugahyde.
- A large portion of the moon is made of bees.
- No one is really sure why the largest organ grinder ever built was never used in front of an audience, but conspiracy theorists say it's because it actually ground organs.
- Shakespeare did exist, but was never seen in the same room as Superman. Coincidence?
- It's a known fact that no one truly likes country music or mushrooms. They just think they do.
- Marionettes were once considered as huge a threat to traditional actors as CGI is today.
- Ants hate fire and Barry Manilow. It has to do with the heat and the key changes, respectively.
- The word "microwave" comes from the roots "mic" meaning "Mike" and "rowave" meaning "uses this to make leftover spaghetti".
- Carlester Crumpler's real name was Engelbert Humperdinck.
- The line was originally, "If I had a hammer, I'd hammer on your kidneys."
- I will be prepared in time for my final exams.
True, knowing that there is a very real tendency for Buffalo weather to yo-yo throughout the transitional seasons, I may just have jinxed us into an April blizzard, but I have faith. Indeed, the gods of spring could be only pleasantly mollified with last night's sacrifice: red meat grilled on the charcoal alter. We, the happy pilgrims who worship at once the Son and the sun, basked in the warmth of our first cook-out, celebrating in our ceremonial vestments: short sleeves, and chiavetta's stains.
UPDATE: today, I defiantly wore a tee-shirt, knowing full well it's still light-jacket-season. I'm hoping Mother Nature recognizes my faithful dedication and brings on another serving of summerish temps. In the meantime, I'll happily fuel myself with whatever solar energy I can soak up and, of course, as many grilled sacrifices as my cholesterol-driven diet will allow.
Hi, I’m back.
I wish I could say that my blogging hiatus resulted from something more creative and interesting than simple lazyassedness. Remember when I first said I’d update every day?
I was hilarious back then.
After a few months of blogging, I can honestly say that it isn’t the same as having a journal. I could care less if I bored the hell out of pen and paper, but here, having that external element, I can’t help but see this site as some extension of the entity that is “Garvey”.
For the same reason that I try to wear clean shirts (well, occasionally) or chew gum if I have offending breath, I feel like talking about boring shit on the toybox would be more detrimental than simply not posting. “The Royal Toybox: If you can’t say something witty, don’t say anything at all.”
Of course, now we’ve entered into the metaphysical, since talking about talking about boring stuff is, in itself, boring.
But talking about talking about talking about boring stuff is fascinating, no?
But as a reward for getting this far into today’s post, . By the time you get to about level 15, it pretty much runs itself if you’ve built enough archers.
I got to level 45 before I decided I'd killed enough stick men.
also, if you want to laugh out loud, check out the from charlotte whose name didn't quite translate from her native yugoslavian. sounds like something you'd hear at moe's tavern.
James Stewart was a bad actor.
Okay, before the lynch-party forms, hear me out, because I think we might all be on the same page – we just hold differing definitions of “good/bad actor”.
Also, I should say that I am, at the end of the day, a huge Jimmy Stewart fan. The first lead I ever got was playing Elwood P Dowd in Iroquois High School’s version of Harvey, and ever since then, the guy has been one of my favorites. In my opinion, he remains one of the greatest performers ever to have added to the craft, and I have no doubt that had I lived during the height of his career, I would have been one of the nerds lining up days in advance to see his movies.
But that’s where the difference exists. The man was a “performer”, and arguably one of the best. But the man was not an “actor”.
Lemme ‘splain. We’re entering into a bit of a subjective area here, but I think a lot of the experts would agree with me. We can define acting simply as “the practice of assuming a character or characteristics”, but in my mind this is an extremely superficial truth since it in no way qualifies acting as an art form, which it certainly is.
Stewart made it look easy, because his craft (his technique) prescribed that he simply make the character his own. He didn’t so much make you believe that he was Elwood P. Dowd or George Bailey or Tom Destry, but rather he was extremely adept at making you believe that these characters were him.
The difference, I think, is in the use of emotion. A good performer shows you an emotion. A good actor genuinely feels that emotion.
Christopher Walken, John Goodman, and Dustin Hoffman are great examples. When they’re pissed off, you know that anger developed from the inside-out. However, when Keanu Reeves’ (another great performer) is pissed off, it’s because that’s what the script has told him to be.
That being said, to all of you who think that Jimmy Stewart is a good actor, I again suggest that you and I differ not in our respect for his craft, but rather in our definition of “good actor”.
By the way, “Mr. Smith Goes To Washington” is one of my favorite movies, and the autograph below (which was mailed to me after my grandmother wrote to Mr.
Stewart to tell him I was playing Dowd in 1992) is one of my favorite possessions.
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