Pink elephants on parade

I’m a baby of the 80s, which means that exposure to Disney movies that happened to have blatantly racist scenes was not unheard of for my generation; This includes the Disney classic Dumbo. When “Baby of Mine” begins in Dumbo, I cry just as hard as I do when Mufasa dies in The Lion King. At times, these are physically painful experiences.

Anyway, Mark and I celebrated my new office tonight. I’m not drunk by any standard (again, I’m trying to keep tabs on my alcohol intake since my surgery), but I do get what I call “pink elephant hiccups” from time to time. Like, now. No one ever seems to know what I’m talking about. so I’m going to fix that.

There’s a scene in Dumbo where he and the mouse accidentally drink from a keg. The mouse floats around in cartoony hiccup bubbles for quite a bit until Dumbo  is apparently dosed with acid or something (it can’t possibly be alcohol) and hallucinates the following nighmare-inducing musical number:

So, whenever I get celebratory hiccups, I call them “pink elephant hiccups.”

… The more you know?

Apparently, this is how “Inception” affected me.

“The Shoop Shoop Shoop Song (It’s In His Kiss)”

Betty Everett

1964

You’re No Good

 

Since I finally got around to watching Leonardo DiCaprio control dreams while trying to forget Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s as that kid on Third Rock from the Sun, you’d think I’d have “Mind Heist” all up in my head — since it makes everything more dramatic — but, curiously, no.

 

In other news, I’m back on antibiotics again because… basically it doesn’t matter, so the default from now on should be that I am always on antibiotics and one or more of my internal organs are always dying. I’m pretty sure I’m going to need several transplants by the time I’m 40.

 

ANYWAY, I did one day of bedrest this time, because that’s all I can afford. I spent it playing Professor Layton and the Unwound Future, which I received for Christmas (twice!). My people know me well.

 

Also, as I was typing this entry, Mark came in while I had Catception playing in the background, and he stuffed a piece of chicken in my mouth. It blew my mind!!!

 

Edit: I should also mention that we cut the cord on our cable TV subscription, and I feel as if an enormous burden’s been lifted off my shoulders. We’re using a Roku player (also a Christmas gift), and it’s working out well. We were paying $78 for a billion channels we never watched and 5 we did… so. I encourage this practice. Just, you know, keep your internet service… just so you can read this blog. It’s not like you’re using the internet for anything else, let’s be honest.

So, Darth Vader and Beethoven have a baby…

and this is its theme music:

 

“The Imperial March (Darth Vader’s Theme)”

as interpreted by Richard Grayson

 

The composer of the original piece is a jerk, as I’ve mentioned before, so that’s all the credit needed.

Okay, I’m going to go insane if I can’t identify this song

I may be on the wrong track, here, but:

There is a piano piece that sounds EXACTLY like something Thomas Newman (Road to Perdition, Pay It Forward, Finding Nemo, American Beauty…) would have composed — but I’m not 100% sure if it is actually his work, and no matter how I match the chord progressions, I can’t find the name of this piece anywhere.

It’s been featured in probably a million shows (Mark says House is one), but when we were flipping through the channels, it just so happened that it popped up on On the Road with Austin and Santino. I’m sorry?

Skip to 14:55 and I will love you forever. I wasn’t forced into any commercials, FWIW.

On the Road with Austin and Santino, Episode 4, “Brickfest Beauties”

For inspiration, this is one of the most beautiful modern movie compositions in existence.

If the only movie/TV composers alive were Thomas Newman, Michael Nyman, and Danny Elfman, I am pretty sure I’d be okay with that. Fuck John Williams, though. He and his lawyers are dicks. I’ve been holding this grudge against him since high school, and everyone who was in marching band with me knows why.

If I could revive Henry Mancini just for “Moon River”, though, I would. Zombie or not.

Oh, entirely unrelated: I don’t truly hate a lot of things, but I hate Nancy Grace. There are a couple words, despite all my cursing, that I do not use lightly. There’s one word in particular I wouldn’t even use for Sarah Palin — but Nancy Grace and Ann Coulter… in private company, I have used this word to describe those two. Only in private company. The following link is to a Mixed Martial Arts bulletin board, and I’m only linking you here because I happen to agree with the title of this thread and the first comment, and if my mom reads this and clicks that link: I apologize for my behavior, Mom.

Also, distantly related: have I ever mentioned that I giggle like an idiot whenever anyone says anything completely innocuous that could be construed as even remotely sexual? How It’s Made is so perfect for this. Mark thinks I’m an idiot. I agree. I’m ten.

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“it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line. i really fucked it up this time didn’t i, my dear?”

Little Lion Man

Mumford & Sons

2009

Sigh No More

Part of what I like about Mumford & Sons is how their style reminds me of the movie Once (Irish indie-folk-rock). Basically, if you like “Little Lion Man” at all, or anything by Damien Rice, and you also happen to enjoy good movies, you need to see Once. It’s a entirely about music and there’s a lot of music performed in it, but it’s not something I’d ever really call a “musical” — though it did win an Oscar in 2008 for Best Original Song. Anyway, it’s awesome.

In addition, if you find that you enjoy the style of Once, I’d also recommend Before Sunrise and Before Sunset. And then go watch Waking Life (my favorite movie) and have your mind blown — Richard Linklater‘s fantastic like that.

I was hoping to finally get back to work today, but apparently my body and I are still not on the same page. Surgical follow-up tomorrow… hopefully that’ll help somehow.

“well, fuck you and all that jazz as we fall down”

SO, I had surgery six days ago, during which I delivered an bouncing 23-year-old gallbladder that needed to die in a fire. I am on all sorts of medication for pain and nausea and gastrointestinal battles.

Then, a couple days ago, I was put on antibiotics for bronchitis, “walking” pneumonia (emphasis on the “walking” because I cannot actually do much of that), and a soul-crushing cough that probably kills kittens. Now, I have a completely different cold that is evacuating all the snot from my nose.

This is all happening at the same time. Oh, also, a brand new contact broke right after I put it in my eye. My body does not know WTF and neither do I, so I got three songs today. Morning, afternoon, evening. Have a blast — I’m going to take more stuff that turns me into Droopy Dog (1:12).

 

I  think this first song accurately depicts my attitude to my immune system right now.

Fuck You!

Cee Lo Green

2010

The Lady Killer

 

I think the context of this applies, as well. After telling my body to go fuck itself, much like Velma Kelly killed her sister and boyfriend, I decided to dance around like I’d pretty much won and just didn’t care anymore.

All That Jazz

Catherine Zeta-Jones

2002 (original: 1975)

Chicago: Music from the Miramax Motion Picture

 

And finally, this is my Waterloo.

Going Down

The Rayees

sometime between 2007 and 2009

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“i know you’ve been hurting, but I’ve been waiting to be there for you”

Everybody’s Free (To Feel Good)

Quindon Tarver (covering Rozalla)

1996

William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet: Music from the Motion Picture

I saw Romeo + Juliet in my 9th grade English class (after we’d watched the 1968 film adaptation). It was probably the most incredible movie I’d ever seen. I’m still in love with John Leguizamo’s Tybalt.