Spotted A 800-Got-Junk Truck, Wonder If AETVs #Hoarders Were In My Area?

My current favorite show is AEtv’s Hoarders, and fans of that series always cheer when the 1-800-Got-Junk? trucks show up, because that means the horror show is about to start (but also some hard physical and pychological work will be done).

I spotted one of their trucks over by Arlington Park; wonder if the village hired them. NO mention in the article of the show, but I heard on the fan grapevine that the show will feature someone from the Chicago area next week.

Besides guns, the strangest thing inside John Wuerffel’s house was a partially-decayed cat, said Schaumburg officials helping on Wednesday to clean out the cluttered home.

via Wuerffel back home after arrest — Schaumburg news, photos and events — TribLocal.com.

Uh, oh! SAILCAT!

James Bond’s Aston Martin DB5 Sold To American

The name’s Yeaggy; Harry Yeaggy. The Top Gear guys are in mourning.

The 1964 Aston Martin DB5, which boasts revolving licence plates, ejector seat and bullet-proof shield, featured in the films Goldfinger and Thunderball.

The silver model is still capable of 145mph and 0-60mph in 7.1 seconds.

It was bought at a London auction by collector Harry Yeaggy, who will display it at a car museum in Ohio.

Via BBC News

Hoarder’s Songbook–“Don’t Hoard Any More, Mrs Moore”

Oh, my GOD what a brilliant song.

Longtime lurker . . . But I was impelled to write a Hoarder’s song I hoped you folk (I love this board) might enjoy. It’s to be sung (with a broad Cockney accent) to the tune of the old music-hall song “Don’t Have Any More, Mrs. Moore” (you can follow along, bouncing-ball fashion, from this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0Oi8Z210Z4 . Hope you like! I hum it while dusting. And scrubbing. And vacuuming.

Mrs. Moore, who lives next door,
She never, ever cleans,
She’s what you call a Hoarder—
She’s got Collyer Brother genes.
I don’t know her idea of a welcoming decor,
I said to her today as she was squeezing through her door:

“Don’t hoard any more, Mrs. Moore,
Mrs. Moore, please don’t hoard any more!
The more you hoard the more you’ll want, they say,
And enough is as good as a feast any day!
If hoard any more, Mrs. Moore,
You’ll have to take the house next door!
You love your pussy-cat,
But it’s all mummified and flat.
Don’t hoard any more, Mrs. Moore!”

Dr. Tonya Hoarding came and started in to gag—
The toilet’s on the fritz, so she was crappin’ in a bag.
A possum leaped out of a pile of garbage with a spring,
Dr. Tonya and the possum both began to sing:

“Don’t hoard any more Mrs. Moore,
Mrs. Moore, please don’t hoard any more!
The more you hoard the more you’ll want, they say,
And enough is as good as a feast any day!
If hoard any more, Mrs. Moore,
You’ll go crashin’ through the parlor floor—
All that glitters isn’t gold,
It’s bacteria and mold.
Don’t hoard any more, Mrs. Moore!”

1-800-Got Junk? trucks pulled up into the drive.
Organizer Matt looked in and said, “Well, sakes alive!
I’ve seen sail cats and bags of poo inside a hoarder’s house—
But here’s a first, I just pulled out a mummified sail spouse!”

“Don’t hoard any more Mrs. Moore,
Mrs. Moore, please don’t hoard any more!
The more you hoard the more you’ll want, they say,
And enough is as good as a feast any day!
If hoard any more, Mrs. Moore,
I might lose my esprit de corps!
You’re too nuts for TLC,
So just right for A&E—
Don’t hoard any more, Mrs. Moore!”

“Don’t hoard any more Mrs. Moore,
Mrs. Moore, please don’t hoard any more!
The more you hoard the more you’ll want, they say,
And enough is as good as a feast any day!
If hoard any more, Mrs. Moore,
You could open up a Goodwill store!
You’ve got clothes like a bazaar,
But you still can’t find a bra—!
Don’t hoard any more, Mrs. Moore!”

Via TWoP: Charlotte Vale

Giving Eli’s B Plot An A On #SGU

David was out of town for a couple of days this week, leaving me to knock around in the evenings watching weird shows he doesn’t like and saving up most of TiVo’s good stuff for when he got home, which was last night. I watched a whole lot of Hoarders, some Intervention, a couple of nice old movies, and random stuff… but I made sure to watch this week’s Stargate: Universe because it’s an interesting take on familiar science fiction themes. Unlike other “Lost In Space” type shows, there’s conflict between characters, people can die or be seriously injured, and they are changed and traumatized as the long-arc story develops.

Every episode title seems to be a single word – usually the one thing they need, or the one concept or theme that is a commentary on at least two of the multiple plotlines. This week, it was “Pathogen,” and infection or infestation was the them in the Chloe and Eli stories, of course. But I also think there’s a case to be made for various kinds of addictions, too – we saw Col. Young drinking some more of the hooch the one scientist distills for him. And Camille’s partner was never seen without a big glass of red wine – please, could we have a more subtle metaphor? Anyway,  there was a lot of deeply buried conflict surfacing, and also the Lucian gangstas are always spoiling for a fight with Sgt. Anger Management (Greer).

Eli’s character, though, is the “audience surrogate,” the person who’s the heart of the crew.  Everyone has problems, but Eli brought a sense of wonder with him and can still get starry-eyed about traveling amongst the stars, even when being chased by aliens that look like soft-shell crabs.

He’s Math Boy, he’s the earnest friend who’ll never get the girl represented by Chloe – she’s too busy being hunky Lt. Scott’s girlfriend.  Somehow, the three of them are fast friends, though. Eli is sometimes described as “the most important person on Destiny” because he’s the person who solved the math problem that cracked the Stargate “ninth chevron” code (it wasn’t what fans speculating in 2007 thought after all).  Eli’s “B” plot is the most compelling and emotionally satisfying one in the episode – it earns an A+ from me.  The others were interesting or enlightening, but not as compelling.

Eli’s mother is ill and depressed, and in the middle of the crisis of the week, Eli is told that his mother is deeply depressed and it’s aggravating her health problems (she’s a nurse who is HIV positive via a needle stick).

SGU has a plot device consisting of 4 or 5 “stones” telepathically linked to a matching set back on Earth, which allows the writers to have various characters body-swap back home. This isn’t necessarily a fan favorite, this body-swapping, but it HAS made for some interesting developments.

The “A” plot was probably Chloe’s storyline, which involved some sort of alien infestation that’s turning her into something else, which threatens the ship if allowed access to controls. Eli’s story would probably have been the “B” plot,  except for the very moving scenes of Eli in his mother’s hospital room,  wearing some soldier’s body and trying to convince her that he was, in fact, her son in someone else’s skin and that he was actually on a ship billions of lightyears away.

The “C” plot revolved around Camille Wray, visiting her female partner yet again (sigh) because apparently you just can’t go to the lesbian well often enough to be cutting edge drama these days.

Dr. Rush was manipulating everyone and everybody and even Destiny itself. As one commenter at IO9 (see link below) pointed out,  Rush went in the alien dunk tank,  too,  so why wasn’t he showing signs of unusual healing powers and writing in his diary in alien script??  I’d call the Rush angle the “D” plot,  which is always running quietly in the background of most episodes but doesn’t get much advancement – he’s an enigma with an agenda, that one. But there was a lot of development – we visit his secret calculus lair, although he leads Young and the others that it’s Chloe that’s been the cause of Destiny’s odd behavior, and not Rush manipulating the FTL drive.

A lot of SF fans on the Internet seem to have strong opinions of SGU – they love to hate it, but there are also a lot of people who like it a lot and want to see where all the mysterious threads lead.

A recent development – the “alien sanctuary planet” where a few former crew members stayed – isn’t a favorite of mine because to my mind it’s an unwelcome metaphysical intrusion. I didn’t care for how they resolved the problem of TJ’s baby by having its…. spirit? soul? somehow physically manifested on the alien-built planet when TJ woke up back on Destiny after being shot.

Meh. I’m not one for the havin’-a-baby plotlines on my shows, even less when they resolve them by making the baby or child disappear when they’re no longer needed.

IO9.com posted a pretty positive review – and the comments run the gamut from A… to B. The whole thing is worth a read, there are lots of insights there.

I think I can safely say, if you didn’t like last night’s SGU, you won’t be a fan of this series in general. We finally cracked open all the drama each character has been carrying around for weeks. About time!

Eli’s mom has come down with a bad case of the television malady “losing the strength to live.” You remember this disease from such classics as the third Star Wars prequel, or Rent. Is can’t-go-on-itis lame. Yes — but at least it meant we got to hang out more with Eli, and watch him unravel as his mother goes down the tubes.

via SGU breaks open the space drama we’ve been waiting for.

We Has A Guest Room Again!

A good friend from college is currently taking an epic early-retirement trip – she bought an Amtrak USA Rail Pass and she’s been making her way across country from California, visiting friends. She was at the taping of Prairie Home Companion in Minneapolis, and then she hopped on the Empire Builder to get to Chicago. She’ll come out our way tonight on a Metra commuter train, and will stay for a few days.

Meanwhile, we now have a guest room again – after we finished the final floor project, we moved out of the guest room back into the master bedroom and left things in some disarray.

All the snorkel gear and luggage has now been neatly stored in the closet, but there’s plenty of room empty hangar and floor space in there at the “guest” end. The small chest of drawers is now in there again (it had been moved out during the second flooring project) and it’s cleared and ready for use. Everything’s been dusted and tidied. David was a real champion this morning and did the stuff I was planning on doing after I got back from church, so now we’re pretty much ready to welcome our friend.

She won’t be here for about 3 hours, so we’re relaxing by watching Mythbusters – the Sharammer episode. Good times.

Daily O’Donnell: I Dabbled Into Witchcraft

We watched Real Time with Bill Maher last night and enjoyed this clip from the 90’s “Politically Incorrect” show Maher used to have. Turns out he and Christine O’Donnell go back a ways, and she’s always been a little… odd in her beliefs. And this is the person that Delaware conservatives want representing them? Seriously?

Of course, no one was at their best in the era of big mall hair, but it’s really hard to imagine this person actually formulating policy as an actual adult.

Via Daily Kos: DE-Sen: O’Donnell: “I dabbled into witchcraft”

Books Most Likely to Be Binned In Britain

Dan Brown’s scat-illogical* books are at the top of the Oxfam list of books most likely to be donated to the charity, which runs a chain of 686 second-hand bookshops. But the Top Gear presenter my husband David and I most love to hate is the first non-fiction author to make the Oxfam list of “most donated” books.

The rants of Jeremy Clarkson, meanwhile, have made the Top Gear presenter the first non-fiction writer to enter the charity’s top 10 of authors most likely to be donated to its 686 shops: either his readers are notably generous, or unwilling to keep his titles on their shelves once read.

Via Dan Brown tops Oxfam’s ‘least wanted’ chart | Books | guardian.co.uk

Oh, what joy! Rapture! to read this, because anything that reveals Clarkson to be the great bloviating boober he is makes me laugh like a happy schoolgirl. His booming sarcasm and bullying presenting style is nearly entertaining enough to get him arrested in at least 2 American states, if not a small South American country. For example, in a recent episode the Top Gear gentlemen of motoring were told they could not be too entertaining, as their visas did not allow them to act as entertainers. Viz:

Oh, those scallywags! Everybody knows you don’t drag race on the main drag, you drag race on an isolated stretch of asphalt out in the boonies. Didn’t you see “American Graffiti?” Fortunately for their future travel to America, they managed to be unentertaining enough so as not to violate the terms of their “non-entertainment” visas.

By the way, that wasn’t their first attempt at driving while being asshats; the last time they japed their way across the American landscape, they almost got the crap beaten out of them in Alabama. They decided to take on protective coloration – by decorating each other’s beater cars. This was in 2008 sometime.

Clarkson is the loud one, who can be quite amusing but is often overbearing. The others are Hammond (the small hamstery one, very popular with caravan ladies) and May (pleasant company if you don’t mind lots and lots of technical detail).

I won’t be buying Clarkson’s book – his opinions and politics would fit right in at FOX news, although he’d be much, much funnier than anybody else they have on. But we’re quite fond here at Chez Gique of Top Gear (we became aware of it on one of our trips to Britain). I’m happy to see it getting some press in the US, even though it’s mostly stories from the Beeb about who The Stig really is (look it up yourself, I won’t spoil you).

*Yes, yes, it’s really meant to be “eschatological,” a word I heard just today on WBEZ, describing an even crappier end-times tribulations book than Tim La Haye’s “Left Behind.” Brown’s bin-liner books, although not strictly eschatological (yet), are confusing crap, so there you are.

Geeky Plugin Goodness

Not that much to see yet, I’ve just installed a new video plugin called “Smart You Tube,” by Vladimir Prelovac, the designer of the WordPress theme I use, Amazing Grace. I need to make a note so that I remember to add the “v” to the URL so that it works correctly. If it DOES work, this will make it a lot easier and more fun to share videos here (especially via the iPhone, as this plugin is supposed to work with them).

To use the video in your posts, paste YouTube video URL with httpv:// (notice the ‘v’).

Important: The URL should just be copied into your post normally and the letter ‘v’ added, do not create a clickable link!

Example: httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJjeG4ZFn6E

(Added: Substituted this vid of baby otter Sydney just stone cold being all cute. Because of the otter cutness.)

If you want to embed High/HD Quality video use httpvh:// instead (Video High Defintion).

(Added: Holy Moly! The farce is strong in this one.)
To embed playlists use httpvp:// (eg. httpvp://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=528026B4F7B34094)

Smart Youtube also supports migrated blogs from WordPress.com using

* httpv:// – regular video
* httpvh:// – high/HD quality
* httpvp:// – playlist
* – supported for blogs migrated from wordpress.com

Treme – Straight Ahead, Strive For Tone

While my husband David was out of town, I had a chance to get caught up on a few shows that were spooled up in TiVo, ready to watch. One of these was HBO’s Treme, and I had the chance to watch the first three episodes all at once.

When I came up for air, I felt like I’d been dunked in the floodwaters and come up a new person. Treme is densely layered, and cultural associations are thrown out offhandedly in practially every line, every scene. What did the comments about the different kinds of music mean? What was the deep significance of a grown man dressing up in a wildly colored feathered suit? What’s the big deal about clapping on 2 and 4? And hadn’t I vaguely heard something before about a rant with “Fuck you, you fucking fucks?” at about the time that it became clear in 2005 that the US government wasn’t doing a very good job in rescuing the people of one of its great cities? Wasn’t it something to do with white Republicans not being terribly interested in helping a historically black and Democratic Party-dominated city?

Yeah, all of that and more. I’ve had to bone up on the ‘bone, I’ve had to jazz up my knowledge of jazz, I’ve had to spice up my view of Creole cuisine, I’ve had to learn to parse the nuances of the “YAT dialect” all over again (it helps to have read “A Confederacy of Dunces, but that book is pretty outdated).

I’ve had to discover a wonderful blogger, only to find that he died a few years ago and had to miss the adulation that he deserves; fortunately the series literally calls him out and puts him on display (although if you blinked, you missed it).

I had the day off yesterday and re-watched last Sunday’s episode after reading some of the excellent backgrounders that NPR and the New Orleans Times-Picayune have been running, along with some of the liveliest and most personal comments sections I’ve encountered in a while.

If you’ve been watching and not really getting Treme, other than enjoying the music and the ensemble cast, here are a few places that you really need to spend some time reading.

Some of the most helpful posts, from a musical standpoint, are at the NPR “A Blog Supreme” site.  Not only is every cameo appearance by a musician (whether playing a musical part or a theatrical part) explained, but every song playing on the radio in the background is named, its musicians noted, and sometimes they’re on the show. There are plenty of other great cameos, too, like Tim Reid as the judge, and Elizabeth Ashley as the inestimable Aunt Mimi.

Lotsa good stuff to watch, lotsa good stuff to hear, lotsa good stuff to eat.

All my adult life I’ve heard about New Orleans and what a party town it is – one of my college acquaintances was from there, and she used to give THE most epic parties I’d ever seen. Most college parties in the Northwest tended to be of the “hey, those guys have a keg, let’s follow ’em and see where the party is” variety. This woman  (sadly, I’ve forgotten her name) used to have actual themes, epic amounts of food in that theme, and of course epic amounts of drink in that theme. She used to tell a story about how they celebrated Christmas where she was from: decorate a tree beautifully, or better yet pay someone else to decorate it beautifully, set it up in the living room, then attatch a rope to the bottom and haul it upside-down up to a hook in the ceiling, where it should be nailed in place.

She said the best part was when all the garlands (which she pronounced GAW-linds) and glass balls and tinsel “and shit” fell in a glorious, glittering heap to the floor, with strands of Christmas lights hanging off and the whole thing swaying and tinkling merrily. That was the moment to break out the cocktails in her household.

I’d love to know if she’s still in New Orleans, or whatever happened to her. She struck me then (in the 70’s) as a young Aunt Mimi-to-be: awesome, a little devastating, a little wrecked but still proudly flying the freak flag.

Check out the many videos at YouTube tagged Mardi Gras Indians…. these are some serious damn Indians, and they’re very very VERY fiercely pretty. New Orleans is the kind of town that threw a funeral dirge march for a favorite local music joint that closed down recently… sadly, it’s one that was mentioned in the series, and the real Treme brass band plays this sad, yet heartening lament.

There’s an awful lot to this series – much of it culled from real people’s lives and experiences. Even the title, an offhand comment about a trombone teacher that I saw in a comment from years ago, became a line in the show and a title of the latest episode.

If you just read pretty much all of Ashley Morris’ site, starting from the very beginning until, well, the end really, after he died and his wife Hana carried on with updates, you’ll start to “get it” about New Orleans, and what “Treme” is trying to depict.

Go on, now. Read. Watch. Inhale. Imbibe. I’m going to figure out when we might be able to get down to New Orleans f’sho.