K – The Greatest (and Worst) Letter in Film History

If you’re a Men in Black fan, you may be thinking, “I know exactly what you’re talking about! Yes!  Tommy Lee Jones is awesome as agent K!”  Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to MIB3 as much as the next person, but when I say that K is the greatest (and worst) letter in film history, that’s not what I mean.

I’m not talking about Men in Black, or Tommy Lee Jones.  I’m talking about The Man in Black and 15 awesome seconds from The Princess Bride:

This moment is brilliantly written and flawlessly delivered.  There are so many ways it COULD have been done, but instead, it was done PERFECTLY.

It’s a funny little moment in a funny little sword fight, but good comedy contains truth.  Continue Reading →

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Flashback Friday: The Guile in Argyle

Even though this blog is young, I occasionally take the opportunity on Friday to look back at a “classic” post for the incredible benefit of new readers.  This week, I’m flashing back to the one post that FAR AND AWAY has been responsible for bringing the most Google search results to this site.

People searching for “Michael W. Smith Argyle” or “Braveheart Uncle Argyle” account for 70% of searches that bring people to Amuse or Bemused.  Yeah, 70%

Is it because of the two pictures below?

Is it because these men have awesome beards?

Or is it that Argyle somehow binds the galaxy together?

Uncle Argyle from BraveheartMichael W. Smith with beard and argyle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I retort, you decide, at:  The Guile in Argyle

Please check it out, or else I’ll send you an argyle sweater and make you wear it.

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What a piece of junk!

This high school will make point five past light speed.  She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid.

Introducing Parkland High School in Allentown, PA, home of the Parkland Wookies (OK, I made that part up).  Viewed from above, it may just remind you of a certain galaxy hopping smuggling ship.

 Millenium Falcon High School

According to the Daily Mail (from which these pictures come), the school claims that its resemblance to Han Solo’s Millennium Falcon is purely coincidental.

The Falcon

Right.  Some Star Wars Geek Architect has had the last laugh.  Well, laugh it up, fuzzball!

Some people say the resemblance is just luck, but in my experience, I’ve found there to be no such thing as luck.  Check the details:  the circle in the middle of the saucer, the lines from the saucer to the front, three sets of circles (buildings) toward the back.  Brilliant.

Now pardon me while I go get an architecture degree so that I can design Enterprise Junior High.

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Serious Sunday: No Borrowed Time, Tom

You never know who you’ll run into at a horse show. Yesterday, I ran into a guy named Tom. I haven’t seen him in 15 years, and it was 15 year before THAT (yes, that’s 30 years ago) that Tom was part of a small band of 20-somethings who came to one of our local churches to run a retreat. He and his compatriots were part of Zion Ministries, and they blew their entire weekend on us – a small group of high school students in a little church in a little town.

Zion Ministries 1982The folks from Zion, back then.  Tom top left.

There was great singing. There were games. There was time just hanging out, where we learned that people who seemed to be WAY older and WAY cooler than us were struggling to walk with Jesus…and that walking with Jesus was the best thing you could possibly do.

Tom’s still walking with Jesus, and with the passing of years, he and I have grown to be the same age. Two guys with some grey in their beards (I’m winning that contest) with wives and kids and responsibilities and a horse show to go to.

Back in 1982, I’d bet Tom was a guy who had plenty of things on his plate that could have kept him from committing his entire weekend to a bunch of high schoolers he didn’t know. There are always things to do.

But I want Tom and the Zion folks to know that they didn’t waste that weekend in 1982, because it changed my life. We talked about things that really matter. We had fun. We had goofy conversations that ranged from sublime to ridiculous. We worshiped with songs that came from the heart.

At one point, we discussed C.S. Lewis’ Weight of Glory, and I’ll never forget it.

It is a serious thing, to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations… There are no ‘ordinary’ people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.

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Found: Jack Russell Terrier. Please: Help!

I saw this picture on the grocery bulletin board the other day.  On the surface, you may think its just a kind soul’s attempt to return a poor lost dog to its owner.

It is actually a cry for help.

 Insane JRT

This poor lost dog is a Jack Russell Terrier mix.  What the poster people may not have known when they took in the little fella is that sheltering a Jack Russell is a like sheltering an escaped, psychotic criminal who is off his medication and on the hunt for his next victim.

I know what I’m talking about, because we have a stray Jack Russell Terrier mix we took in.  His name is Clyde the Second.

Jack Russell destroys bone

This is the best we can do trying to take his picture, because he is like a shark swimming in the spill created by a wrecked oil tanker that was filled with Starbucks Coffee; he never stops moving.  Here, he is attempting to break the world record for destroying a Nylabone that a normal dog might play with for months or years.  On a slow week, Clyde can be done with it in 3 days.

He can’t help it.  He’s a Jack Russell Terrier. Let me explain.

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Obama Names New VP Running Mate

A frequent commenter on this blog, Newt, sent me some information that I think is really going to shake up the presidential race.

Obama's New Vice Presidential Running Mate

Newt states:

Due to Biden’s multitudinous gaffes, Obama has decided on a less ridiculous running mate for 2012.

It is hoped that this new running mate’s vast executive experience as CEO of Easter, Inc. will add gravitas to the ticket and that his high approval ratings will motivate the democratic base.

I should point out, “Newt” is a friend of mine and is not, in fact, Newt Gingrich.  I would not allow Newt Gingrich to comment on this blog, and I’m sure you can guess why that is.

You can’t?

It’s because I am accustomed to being the person which the largest cranium around, and I think Gingrich’s noggin may have me beat.

In the meantime, it looks to be a hare raising Presidential Election Season.

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Happy Orthodox Easter, Stormtrooper Bunny!

Today, Eastern Orthodox Christians celebrate Easter.  I am not Eastern Orthodox…does that make me Western Unorthodox?  I don’t like the sound of that.

 Anyway, I didn’t write an Easter post last week on Western Unorthodox Easter (ok, the term is growing on me), so here goes.

Nothing says, “He Arose!” like this picture my daughter took on Easter.Bunny in a stormtroopers head = Easter!

I’ll admit it:  I love the Easter trappings…candy, hard boiled eggs, and egg hunts.  Christmas has more than its fair share of secular trappings too, but I like the way Easter’s secular trappings have absolutely no connection to what we are really celebrating.

Why, you ask?

With Christmas, we mash up God’s gift of His Son, Santa’s gifts to kids, the Magi’s gifts to Jesus, and buying presents on maxed out credit cards into one, happy package.  “The real meaning of Christmas” often gets watered down to love, family, and togetherness…not God’s entry into the world as a man.

But there’s no mash up with Easter.  Bunnies, eggs, candy, springtime….nice stuff!  How does this connect with God’s Son bearing the sins of the world, being mocked, tortured, and killed, only to rise victorious on the third day, conquering sin and death?

It doesn’t.

It’s hard to make cute platitudes out of the story of Easter.  Mercifully, children (both Eastern Orthodox and Western Unorthodox) don’t re-enact the crucifixion in cute Easter pageants.

The message of Easter (last week or this) is humbling and convicting, as it should be.  It really is The Good News.  The trappings of modern American Easter are just fattening and sleep inducing.  There’s little confusing the two.

Jesus came to offer salvation to all people.  The bunny came to offer salivation for peeps.

Mmmm.  Peeps.

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