Another Darwin runner up
If this is actually true (and Snopes hasn’t pronounced otherwise), it truly belongs in the Department of Stupidity Archives: Motorist tries to drive through a Roadrunner tunnel. (H/T MJR)
Constitutional carry moves ahead
As of last night (when I scheduled this) I hadn’t heard whether Butch Otter had signed or not, but on Friday the Idaho legislature became the ninth to pass constitutional carry legislation.
And isn’t Butch Otter a great name for a governor?
Another off-grid life in the news
Funny, though, the way they treat this guy like some crusty old freak.
Heck, he’s considerably less freaky than some of my good friends. 🙂
Great Irish comedy
Friday night I wanted to watch a movie that felt seasonal.
It was too late in the year to watch Groundhog Day and too early in the year for V for Vendetta. So I thought about the nearest spring occasion and realized I hadn’t watched Waking Ned Devine for a couple of years. Perfect. It’s not specifically a St. Patrick’s Day movie. But it’s Irish* and what a gem.
It stars Ian Bannen** as Jackie, the more wiley and larcenous of a pair of old friends in a miniscule Irish village. His more naive and law-abiding buddy Michael is played by David Kelly (the grandpa who accompanied Charlie Bucket on his tour of Johnny Depp’s Willie Wonka factory). They get word that someone in the village has won big in the lottery. But no one’s coming forward, and with only a few dozen residents, it shouldn’t be hard to know who’s suddenly rich. Jackie, Micheal, and Jackie’s wife Annie )Fionnula Flannigan) plan to find the winner, kiss up and get their share. But that’s not quite how things work out.
What I love about Waking Ned Devine (called just Waking Ned outside of the U.S.) is that every time you think you see a comedy cliche or a morality tale cliche coming right at you, the movie suddenly veers off in an unexpected — and much better — direction.
It also gorgeous music, including the most stunning ever version of the folk song “The Parting Glass” performed by Liam O’Maonlai. Not that I’m any expert on Irish folk music; my tastes end with the Wolfe Tones and the Chieftans, which isn’t going very deep. But this song is perfect for its moment in the film.
Just a delightful movie altogether.
Great Bollywood movie (familiar in these parts)
And while I was poking around the DVD shelf, I found another movie for the next occasion: tax day.
I’ve written about Lagaan a few times over the years, so it’s old hat to some of you. Rather than bore any old-timers I’ll only say to anybody else that if you absolutely cannot imagine yourself watching — let alone enjoying — a nearly four-hour long Bollywood musical about cricket, you may be happy to find out you’re wrong.
That it’s also a movie about a tax revolt is only part of its charm. A big part for some. But only a part.
Haven’t watched Lagaan in a year or two, either. Soon. Before you-know-what day.
It’s funny how my relationship to That Day has changed over time. I’d ask, “Has yours?” but that’s not the kind of question for a public forum. So offer a view on that only if you’re really comfortable about it.
Between my wild and woolly days and now I’ve changed strategies for minimizing my contribution to tyranny. The second, my current strategy, is more meek, not so admirable. But it’s the right one for now.
I don’t regret altering it. I regret only ever having said, “will never change.” Even if I usually tempered that with “I can’t foresee” or “I don’t think I’d ever”… well, not many people can truly be that sure about life.
I’ve been privileged to know some who’d rival Freeborn John for steadfastness. I am not one of them.
* Never mind that it was filmed on the Isle of Man.
** Never mind that he was a Scot.