It’s Not You, It’s Meme
What happened to all those great Facebook thingamajigs that expressed a profound sentiment in a really funny and original way? The memes that seemed to know what we were all thinking but didn’t have the courage (or creative expressionism) to say!
You know – the Gene Wilder one that was often used in mock wonder. Or the one that had six pictures on it and depicted the various humorous ways in which a job or hobby was seen by different people? Or – my personal fave – the Batman slapping Robin one? (Robin: It’s raining outside. Batman: I have a fucking window! Chortle! Comic genius!)
Some of them were amusing, sure, but after they’d been displayed and distributed about 40 times, it got a bit old.
Then — just like the turkey in Christmas Story — they are gone! All gone! No meme a la King! No meme sandwiches! Gone!
What happened? I can’t remember the last time I saw Gene Wilder. How am I supposed to cunningly express dismissive sarcasm as it pertains to the important events of the day?? Come on Gene, don’t leave me hanging!
I think I saw one of the six picture memes about a week or two ago. And I might have seen a Batman slapping Robin one just the other day. But – it’s been a while since these gems have made the Facebook rounds. At one time, it seemed that half of my Facebook feed was composed of one of these memes.
I don’t really miss the memes, mind you. Well, I suppose I miss them a little bit. I mean, there were a few that were clever and well done. One thing I do have to say about them is that, overall, (like Kim Kardashian) they got a lot of mileage and traction – for little to no reason, then crashed and burned. Hmmm – it’s interesting to note that the memes simpy went away when their 15 minutes of fame was up. Maybe Kim should consider that….
Back to the topic: I guess there’s something to be said for delivering a message or thought using only recycled pictures and a little bit of cleverness. Now I am left to wonder what form the next generation of memes will take.
I had thought that those “Still a better love story than Twilight” ones might have taken off. Or Grumpy Cat. But no – neither one of those have had the staying power of the Gene Wilder meme or the Batman slapping Robin meme. Aparently it takes more than just hating on everything to get staying power.
I’ve seen some Jean-Luc Picard action floating around Facebook. He might have the stuff. Even I didn’t know the extent of just how many JLP memes there are.
So I put it to you, meme-sters. Despite my better judgment, I don’t want to be meme free. Marshall all your creative memeosity. Dazzle me. I think you owe it to us to deliver the next generation (pun intended) of memes for our Facebook feeds. Frankly, things have gotten a little dull.
Alone in His Field; No Zombies or Mad Men
Based on what I am seeing on Facebook, I am apparently the only person on Earth who is not lamenting the season’s end of The Walking Dead and also not watching (nor have ever watched) Mad Men.
But that’s OK – this sort of thing isn’t exactly new territory for me. I am often on the opposite side of the fence on matters such as this. For example: I never saw an episode of Lost. I know. I’ll pause now so you can pick up your drink, or get your heart restarted or just allow time for you to recover from the shock of this bombshell.
While I am sure that Mad Men is a fine TV show, and I am sure that the near universal praise for the show is fully and truly warranted – I have little interest in watching it. And truth be told, for whatever reason – I never did. My reasons for this are best kept to myself. Suffice it to say that I see Mad Men as a fairly generic, sterotypical, recycled set up that has been covered many times over by countless TV shows before it.
I’m sure that this is a narrow minded and frustratingly dismissive attitude to take, but I’ve gotta be me. Sometimes I will decide years later to check out a show from the past and find out that my assessment of it was inaccurate. I don’t see that happening here, but you never know. I can see this happening with Lost, but not with Mad Men. Time will tell.
Now, the Walking Dead is another story. I did watch the first season, and thought it was one of the best shows around. All I needed to hear is that it was based on a comic book and that Frank Darabont (he of Shawshank Redemption fame) was going to be the writer/director for at least some of it, and I was intrigued. And was not disappointed.
Those first six episodes were chilling, compelling, horrifying and just plain fun. Everything you’d want a show to be! At least, what you’d want a horror show to be. I found the story and characters intriguing and the acting and writing was top notch. Every episode left me wanting more, and wanting to see what happened next.
Season two was another story. Started off with a hootenanny, then got a mite slow midway through. Came up with a humdinger of a midseason finale, then drifted back to meandering until the end of the sophomore offering. Unlike with the first season, I was not left with a burning desire to see the next season. I was interested, but the luster had faded. And I think that Darabont had since moved on to other projects somewhere during the season.
I watched maybe the first two or three installments of season three, then called it quits. Among my ill conceived reasons:
- I thought that the return of Andrea (truly, is there any more annoying character in TV history? If that’s her goal, the actress is doing an amazing job)
- the emergence of Carl as a gun toting twerp
- the inexplicable way that Andrea and Michionne were surprised by Merle (you’re on the run from zombies! all the time! any lapse in judgment could mean a grisly death! And you allow some dumb ass to sneak up on you?!?!?)
- Hershel getting bitten in what I thought was an obvious set up in the prison. I can’t have been the only viewer who saw that coming as soon as they set up the scene, right? And I’m hardly clairvoyant and I’m not saying that I’m great for seeing this…. I was annoyed when it happened.
Perhaps it’s for the best. I mean, we are talking about the extermination of the human race here. Eventually, all of these people will be Zombie Chow. I think I got the best of what the show had to offer, and I look back fondly to the scenes and moments that made the first two seasons so … utterly watchable.
Now, the good news in all of this is that I have a new show to be looking forward to: Joss Whedon’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. After The Avengers, I will definitely be giving this a look. And who knows, if things go well it could join Arrow and Big Bang Theory in a very exclusive club.
That being shows that I watch with anything resembling consistency.
Revisiting Past Posts: Jackie Robinson
I have noted in a few other articles on this blog that I had written articles for other blogs prior to this one. I managed to export a majority of the articles to this blog, but I have found that there were a few articles that didn’t make it. I have since reposted a few of these articles with a little blurb about when it was originally written and what the article was about.
In this case, I don’t think I need to say much. Jackie Robinson is an honored name in baseball, and absolutely should be. He was an excellent baseball player, and an even more courageous man. This article was originally posted April 16, 2008, on ArmchairGM, a long defunct sports wiki I contributed to a few years back. As the movie 42 is about to come out, I thought it would be fun to re-present it here and now. I hope you enjoy it.
By the way – I noticed that 42 is coming out on April 12. Considering that Jackie’s historic day was April 15, 1947 – I think they should have held the release for 3 days. I guess a Monday release would be a bit unusual, but I think this was an occasion that would warrant deviation from what is usually done.
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An Interesting Jackie Robinson Story: Perception In 1989
In lieu of making up stories, or reading the same books over and over again, I have been reading baseball stories to my son at bedtime. The stories come from a book called “Peanuts and Crackerjack: A Treasury of Baseball Legends and Lore” by David Cataneo.
I’ve read the fine articles that other users have written for AGM telling their stories of Jackie Robinson. I chose not to write anything because I felt that my own account would pretty much echo many others that have been written. The man is a legend and any baseball fan knows this without me cobbling together another article.
But then I came across this story in this book. The story opens with this: “By the late 1980’s, the Jackie Robinson story had settled firmly into American history, and, like Antietam, Sam Tilden, and the Works Project Administration, the Jackie Robinson story was becoming largely forgotten.”
Can you believe this? I can’t imagine this being the case, but check this quote out: “It has been largely forgotten. We see that as we go from city to city. We see schoolchildren who don’t know who Jackie Robinson was. They know the name, but not who he was. I do fear he will be forgotten.”
Who was the speaker here? [Jackie’s widow] Rachel Robinson.
It may be true that MLB is gimmickising Jackie Robinson. But now that I’ve read these words by Rachel Robinson, I’m glad MLB did what it did. I can’t imagine baseball today without all fans stopping for a moment on April 15th to remember a great baseball player…and a great man.
I’d like to think that Rachel Robinson would be proud to see the reverence in which Jackie is held today. I’m glad she lived to see all of the accolades that came Jackie’s way after 1989.
I’m proud to be a baseball fan on this day, and even more proud to be a Jackie Robinson fan. He changed baseball forever through talent, dignity and bravery. And none of us who are baseball fans should ever forget that.
Here’s an interesting Scholastic article/interview with Rachel Robinson from 1998, if you’re interested in reading more about her.
2001: A Personal Odyssey
This week marks the 45th anniversary of the theatrical release of Stanley Kubrick’s science fiction masterpiece, 2001: A Space Odyssey. This is not so much a review as an anecdote of my experience with the film and how I grew to appreciate it as the greatest science fiction film ever made. Click on the image or the link below to read more.
Eurotrip 2009
Innsbruck, Austria
I have finished writing up the journal of my trip to Germany, Austria, and Switzerland in 2009, complete with photos like the one above. The following links will take you to the posts on my blog:
- Eurotrip 2009 Part 1: Rothenburg
- Eurotrip 2009 Part 2: Munich
- Eurotrip 2009 Part 3: Neuschwanstein and Innsbruck
- Eurotrip 2009 Part 4: Lucerne
- Eurotrip 2009 Part 5: Heidelberg
And here is a video compilation from the trip:
Andy Blank
Mike Frangione
Depends on What the Meaning of the Word 'Blog' is 
It’s Not Easy (Nigh on Impossible) Watching Green (Jacket)
I’ve been a sports aficionado for as long as I can remember. I used to play baseball, stick ball, wiffle ball, street football, basketball, roughhouse, horse, pig and I also have been known to ‘play catch’ from time to time.
Aside: Why is it called ‘play catch’ anyway? It’s not really playing anything. You’re having a catch. Always wondered about this. It’s not really a big deal, and doesn’t lessen the impact of playing catch in the slightest, regardless of what term is used.
Back to the Green Jacket thing. In recent days, I have been listening to sports radio again, after not having listened for quite a while. I could not have picked a worse time to have resumed this (usually) soothing and relaxing pastime. I have an unwritten rule when it comes to sports radio (a rule, like the ones in baseball, except there’s only one, it makes sense, and it only really affects me).
Change the station (or turn the radio off) the second they start talking about golf.
I do not get golf at all (happily, I am not the only one). To me, it’s just boring to watch. And the only thing that could possibly be more boring is to listen to someone talk about golf. And it’s not a sport. Any more than bowling, pool, croquet or bocce are sports. They’re all skill games or activities – but not sports. I concede that it probably takes a good amount of skill (and beer) to be good at golf. I just don’t care. It’s not for me.
And yes, an argument could be made that if I was better at golf or if I understood it better that I would really come to love it. And that if I don’t like it, then what about the millions of fans who do? Surely, they can’t all be wrong, right? Well, I do understand golf well enough, thank you, and I am working on 30+ years of being bored by it. Hard habit to break. And I do believe that millions of fans can be wrong…
But all that is mere conversation (or vehement disagreement). As of Thursday, April 11th, the Masters is back! Four days of endless fun! Winner gets a green jacket! Woo hoo! Cue the mindless chatter about Tiger Freaking Woods and his place in the golfing world. I was so much happier when he was out of the picture. Now that he’s back, it’s back to routine. They tell you where Tiger placed. They tell you what his chances are of making the cut. Of winning. Of his chase of Jack Nicklaus and number of golf titles won. And if you let them, golf enthusiasts will talk to you for hours about it.
What the hell kind of a sport is predicated on the presence of one guy? The pinheads on ESPN’s morning radio show would tell me and the other listeners (more than once) that Tiger Woods IS golf. That even someone who doesn’t like golf would stop and watch if Tiger was on the screen. Never mind the fact that the golf broadcasters do what they can to ensure that he’s on the screen as much as possible….
But what is that about? No other sport has this. Nobody watches a football game because Tom Brady or Aaron Rodgers is playing in it. This might be a secondary reason, but it’s not the main reason. Folks watch football because they love the game. Same for baseball. Who watches solely because Albert Pujols is playing? Or Derek Jeter? I don’t. I watch because the Phillies are on and I like to watch baseball.
So, yeah – golf. I kinda hoped that it would fade from the firmament of the sports stations once el Tigre was out of sight. But it didn’t – so perhaps, despite what Mike Greenberg would tell you – there is more to golf and it’s fans than just Tiger. Now he’s back and so is the cavalcade of background hiss that accompanies him and his – activity.
As with so many things, maybe it’s just me. I don’t want to rain on the golf fan’s parade, but I do wish that sports folks in general would ratchet back the golf stuff a bit. You’re just a bit too enthusiastic. I get it – you like golf – but the golfspeak can get quite a bit tedious. It’s just a … game?