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September Meme
Sep. 4th, 2021 09:28 am( September Meme )
September was a crappy meme. I think the individual writing this is running out of ideas?
September was a crappy meme. I think the individual writing this is running out of ideas?
Sep. 4th, 2021
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Sep. 4th, 2021 10:18 amI managed to find and remember the last meme or picture I saw on social media that made me laugh.
Assuming that worked. It is a Town Hall Sign - "County of Union New Jersey"
"TAKE ONLY PICTURES
LEAVE ONLY FOOTPRINTS
KILL ONLY TIM
PLEASE STAY ON THE TRAILS"
Caption at the top of the tweet?
"What did you do, Tim?"
It still makes me laugh, and my sinuses are congested - so laughter results in coughing. (Late summer, early Fall allergies are here.)
Assuming that worked. It is a Town Hall Sign - "County of Union New Jersey"
"TAKE ONLY PICTURES
LEAVE ONLY FOOTPRINTS
KILL ONLY TIM
PLEASE STAY ON THE TRAILS"
Caption at the top of the tweet?
"What did you do, Tim?"
It still makes me laugh, and my sinuses are congested - so laughter results in coughing. (Late summer, early Fall allergies are here.)
The Monkeeys - my first fandom
Sep. 4th, 2021 09:58 pmSo, my first fandom was The Monkeeys. But this was before the internet, and it really was just shared with my friends at the time. We'd make up stories with the characters, etc. And the prime punishment that my parents could inflict was to prohibit me from seeing the Monkeeys.
I loved them. I still do. The music makes me happy.
All of this is preamble for the television film on Amazon Prime - about the Monkeeys - it's a fictional biopic - focusing on how they brought them together and did a television series. It's not great, but it was charming and far better than expected. It covered the main points, and focused on the friendship between the four stars. Left me with a big smile on my face. They were mildly successful - but the four stars wanted to make a difference with their music or something. Then they have, or rather the focal points, Mike Nesmith and Davy Jones, come to a sort of epiphany of sorts - where they realize that making people happy is enough. This epiphany is arrived at when both are in the hospital visiting Mike's wife who'd been in a car accident - and end up signing autographs for small children. The very end has the four characters chatting about how making kids happy was more than enough - and when a bunch of teenage girls ask them to sing a song for them - they agree as long as the girls help them with it.
The thing about taste - is it is so subjective. It's why I don't care if people like the same things that I do, or even if they agree. That's not to say that I'm not curious about how they see things, or what they love or prefer. I am. I do want to see someone else's perspective on it. It's why I read movie reviews, television reviews, book reviews, music reviews, and it is why I discuss art with others. But, their opinion or take has relatively little influence on how I view the art. It's not a reflection on how I view something. It's just an insight on how they view it. We're more likely to connect if we agree though - and I'm often surprised when someone sees something the same way that I do or have. Surprised is actually an understatement - I'm thrilled.
I had an interesting conversation with my niece recently.
She loves Polish Teen Rom-Coms, and Rap music. Her boyfriend loves Country music and doesn't like Polish Rom-Coms. But he puts up with what she loves and will even watch it with her. But they do fight over the music choices, and have made compromises. She'll listen to Kenny Roger's The Gambler, while he'll listen to Beastie Boys - "Who Let the Dogs Out".
I always believed in trying things out for myself - giving them a chance. And if I don't like it - to figure out why and explain it, but to be careful not judge someone else for loving it. I've screwed up from time to time.
I ran into a woman at a fourth of July celebration, who loved The Bachelor.
I hate the Bachelor. But I know people who adore it.
Me: How can you watch that show?
Friend of a Friend: I love the fact that there are people out there who are more miserable and more horrible than I am. Or worse off than me. I think, well as bad as things get, at least I've not sunk to that.
In other words, she found it comforting.
Read an article in Vanity Fair tonight...praising The Monkeeys.
The Most Influential Pop-Rock Music Band Ever: The Monkeeys
They kind of were. There were interesting people involved with them at various points (Jack Nicholson, Peter Fonda), songwriters (Neil Diamond, Carol King), and they jump-started a lot of bands (Jimmy Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, Crosby, Stills and Nash), and careers. Also started the era of music videos on television (Nesmith's video short was the first to air on MTV, and he produced Repo Man).
Here's an actual documentary on the Monkeeys and not the fictional adaptation:
I owned their albums (which I think I got rid of), and CDs, and now have it all downloaded on an MP3 player. And Davy Jone's autograph is the only one I own, on a DVD of The Ed Sullivan Show. He's also among the few, very few, television and music crushes that I've met in person. The other one was Roger Daltry of The Who. Jones, I liked better.
It's music I've played a lot in my life time. I like a broad range of music. I'm not that particular. And that, my friends is a good thing.
I loved them. I still do. The music makes me happy.
All of this is preamble for the television film on Amazon Prime - about the Monkeeys - it's a fictional biopic - focusing on how they brought them together and did a television series. It's not great, but it was charming and far better than expected. It covered the main points, and focused on the friendship between the four stars. Left me with a big smile on my face. They were mildly successful - but the four stars wanted to make a difference with their music or something. Then they have, or rather the focal points, Mike Nesmith and Davy Jones, come to a sort of epiphany of sorts - where they realize that making people happy is enough. This epiphany is arrived at when both are in the hospital visiting Mike's wife who'd been in a car accident - and end up signing autographs for small children. The very end has the four characters chatting about how making kids happy was more than enough - and when a bunch of teenage girls ask them to sing a song for them - they agree as long as the girls help them with it.
The thing about taste - is it is so subjective. It's why I don't care if people like the same things that I do, or even if they agree. That's not to say that I'm not curious about how they see things, or what they love or prefer. I am. I do want to see someone else's perspective on it. It's why I read movie reviews, television reviews, book reviews, music reviews, and it is why I discuss art with others. But, their opinion or take has relatively little influence on how I view the art. It's not a reflection on how I view something. It's just an insight on how they view it. We're more likely to connect if we agree though - and I'm often surprised when someone sees something the same way that I do or have. Surprised is actually an understatement - I'm thrilled.
I had an interesting conversation with my niece recently.
She loves Polish Teen Rom-Coms, and Rap music. Her boyfriend loves Country music and doesn't like Polish Rom-Coms. But he puts up with what she loves and will even watch it with her. But they do fight over the music choices, and have made compromises. She'll listen to Kenny Roger's The Gambler, while he'll listen to Beastie Boys - "Who Let the Dogs Out".
I always believed in trying things out for myself - giving them a chance. And if I don't like it - to figure out why and explain it, but to be careful not judge someone else for loving it. I've screwed up from time to time.
I ran into a woman at a fourth of July celebration, who loved The Bachelor.
I hate the Bachelor. But I know people who adore it.
Me: How can you watch that show?
Friend of a Friend: I love the fact that there are people out there who are more miserable and more horrible than I am. Or worse off than me. I think, well as bad as things get, at least I've not sunk to that.
In other words, she found it comforting.
Read an article in Vanity Fair tonight...praising The Monkeeys.
The Most Influential Pop-Rock Music Band Ever: The Monkeeys
They kind of were. There were interesting people involved with them at various points (Jack Nicholson, Peter Fonda), songwriters (Neil Diamond, Carol King), and they jump-started a lot of bands (Jimmy Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, Crosby, Stills and Nash), and careers. Also started the era of music videos on television (Nesmith's video short was the first to air on MTV, and he produced Repo Man).
Here's an actual documentary on the Monkeeys and not the fictional adaptation:
I owned their albums (which I think I got rid of), and CDs, and now have it all downloaded on an MP3 player. And Davy Jone's autograph is the only one I own, on a DVD of The Ed Sullivan Show. He's also among the few, very few, television and music crushes that I've met in person. The other one was Roger Daltry of The Who. Jones, I liked better.
It's music I've played a lot in my life time. I like a broad range of music. I'm not that particular. And that, my friends is a good thing.