In case you missed it - here’s the video of former President Bill Clinton nodding off during a speech celebrating Martin Luther King, Jr. and the legacy he left. I’d love to make a joke about it - but the Lord knows I’ve been guilty of that exact same thing during many a bad improv set, pretentious theater show and bad sitcom.
Guess what everyone - Bill’s human. He even has sex with interns.
I did, and it seems like everyone I talked to did. I’m a slow reader, but the fact that it’s a really quick read and I read things I’m interested in really fast made me finish it before my plane was flying over Denver. It’s really really wonderful, it’s kind of a minor miracle. I was always amazed that Steve Martin just one day turned his standup career off like a light switch and never talked about it again, as though it hadn’t happened. Over the last few years, comedians who had gone on to be famous for other things, like Robin Williams and Jerry Seinfeld went back on the road to start doing standup again, but Steve has never done it and seemed to deny it’s existence, and here he is talking all about it. Without Steve Martin I wonder where I’d be in comedy, not that I’m anywhere in comedy. I was taken to The Jerk by my Uncle when I was seven and stole Dad 2.0’s Let’s Get Small cassette when I was ten. When I read the portions of Steve Martin’s book of him at the same age going to sleep to Nichols and May records I couldn’t help but think of doing the same thing with Let’s Get Small and when he talked about imitating other people’s stage acts to create his own timing, I couldn’t help but think of me at school imitating Steve Martin to classmates who definitely didn’t get it. It was a fun read, reminded me of why I am where I am. Not California, but life. Though I am, as I type this, not too far from where Steve lived in California.
Did everyone have a Christmas Vacation Christmas? It seems like this has become a Grinch/Charlie Brown style tradition in a lot of households, we’ve been running it for years now, probably since it came out. There’s nothing like a good Christmas movie, though it seems like the industry has become a little more buckshot about trying to release a good one (Fred Claus anyone? I now take you twenty years into the future - “…Wait, is that the one with Dudley Moore?”…and we’re back.).
My family rundown lately has been Scrooged and Polar Express while everyone’s still milling about and baking, then Elf and Christmas Vacation as everyone settles in for the night. Usually I run the Opus Christmas special and Grinch and Charlie Brown, but unfortunately VHS was given the small kiddie table this year. So, what’s your Christmas rotation? And is A Christmas Story now ruined or immortalized with the 24 hour marathon? I must admit, the cleverness and foresight of someone to program that movie for 24 hours overrides how upset I might get at its oversaturation.
I’ve been busy, I know, no excuse for not posting pictures of homeless Los Angelinos, but I finally have a moment after the dust has settled from Christmas to sit down and actually put together a decent post for the site. And I can’t think of a goddamn thing to write about, and I had so many posts in me. I mean I flew to Kentucky, “flying” and “Kentucky” alone should be three or four posts of interesting material. I’m going to Dayton in a day and the funny thing about Dayton is…nothing, I guess, that’s all I’m getting, damn. Just completely uninspired. Did you know that you can get pretty far in The Warriors videogame by just pushing a bunch of buttons without really knowing what they’re supposed to do? No? Oh, you did. You did, and it’s not that interesting? Gotcha.
Happy Christmas and any other holiday y’all are celebrating this weekend! All of us at Schad want to give you your present a little early - a reason to avoid all the cheek-pinching, holiday yodeling and Mean Uncle Larry.
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We’ll be resuming normal blogging Wed. AM. Enjoy the eggnog!