I can't find a link for this scene, but it reminds me of Simpson's season two episode "Dead Putting Society," when Todd Flanders and Bart Simpson square off in Springfield's local putt-putt tournament. The TV commentary is great as I recall.
I find this both dignified and somber; not that these beautiful birds need any additional dignity beyond than what was already endowed to them by nature . . . still, these prints kind of help remind me of what has been lost.
What a great link on the ponies. My girls are literally washing the hair of their similar hand-me-down MLPs in the kitchen sink right now as I am leaving this comment . . .
I'd be curious to know more about what revenue streams Indy thinks are fairer than income taxes. He clearly says he's not opposed to taxes, just income taxes. I certainly don't love them, but on some level appreciate that the government needs money to certain basic things. If there's a better way to fund the government, then I am all ears!
Personally, I always loved this series, although I didn't always live in a place in which I could get it, so even now several years after it ended, I've never seen the final season. Thanks for sharing!
Not a coal miner, door stop, engineer, and so forth, but I didn't hear blogger on the list of mutually exclusive professions . . . would any of these guys have blogged? The holographic guy, while he would have had hilarious observations, wouldn't do it, and I don't see McCoy having the disposition for it, but maybe Bashir?
I agree the creep factor is with the video and production, not the song itself. I suppose it would be creepier to hear kids singing "Will the Circle Be Unbroken" or "I'll Fly Away", at least IMO.
reminds me in a strange way of the old Larry Bird / Michael Jordan commercials for McDonalds in which they challenge each other with increasingly ridiculous trick shots.
I am curious about the music that went with that video too - it seems really familiar, like I've surely heard it elsewhere, perhaps in advertising?
The Land of Counterpane
by Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.