Tonight, a couple of news items about Whedon made me think of the series (even though Whedon’s only connection to it was appearing in the first episode). They’re now up to 10 episodes, all of them worth watching and some of them absolutely hilarious. They’re all short, and you can watch one or two at a time or all of them in a sitting.
Here’s how the show works: the creators, Will Bowles and Josh Flaum, sit down with a young child and ask the child to tell them a story. Their bemused reactions to the story, and the twists and turns that only a child could create, are often a big part of the fun. Anyway, the story is dramatized, using animation and/or live action. The animation is really fun and inventive, and each story is done in a quite different style. The dramatized story is intercut with Bowles and Flaum coaxing the story out of the young author.
I don’t really watch “CSI: Miami” — can’t say that I’ve ever seen an episode — but I love the way “The Soup” and some other shows sometimes make fun of David Caruso’s hammy openings. I had a former co-worker whose husband loved the show but for whom Caruso was like fingernails on a blackboard. Anyway, here’s a very funny compilation of some of Caruso’s best put-the-sunglasses-on one-liners.
I have already embedded a five-minute video of various random moments from training yesterday. I have a seven-minute video with Gail Drake talking about the LEAMIS mission and message and have uploaded it two different times since 2 this afternoon; both times, it seemed to upload successfully but YouTube would still show the “this video is processing” message hours later. The video is well within YouTube’s posted length and file size limits.
I think I’m going to try one more time — but I won’t delete the second attempt just yet.
I saw this just this morning on VH1, and loved it, and then Chris Thomas helpfully posted a link to the YouTube at his blog:
When I was in California in February, my brother and I were talking about music in some context, and I mentioned The Killers, and he acted surprised, as if it was remarkable that an old fogey, six years closer to death than he, would even have heard of them, much less enjoy them. But I like The Killers. I don’t own any of their CDs, but I hardly have anybody’s CDs. And I love all of their singles (“singles” being an appropriately old fogey-esque term).