A 2 Thousand Dollar Movie Quote

One of the most educational movies ever produced was "The Three Amigos", I highly recommend everyone everywhere watch the clean version of this movie. Famous actors; Chevy Chase (Dusty Bottoms), Steve Martin (Lucky Day), and Martin Short (Ned Nederlander) portray 3 ner-do-well Hollywood actors. The terrible trio find themselves out of work on the Big Screen and in serious trouble in Old Mexico protecting a town from being terrorized by the vile gang of Banditos lead by the infamous El Guapo & his right hand man Jefe...

The 3 Amigos received a telegram... Lucky Day: Reading telegram: "Three Amigos, Hollywood, California. You are very great. 100,000 pesos. Come to Santa Poco put on show, stop. The In-famous El Guapo." Dusty Bottoms: What does that mean, in-famous? Ned Nederlander: Oh, Dusty. In-famous is when you're MORE than famous. This man El Guapo, he's not just famous, he's IN-famous. Lucky Day: 100,000 pesos to perform with this El Guapo, who's probably the biggest actor to come out of Mexico! Dusty Bottoms: Wow, in-famous? In-famous?

The following dialogue was the educational fodder for my daughter's recent award of the Hansen scholarship (worth 2 thousand dollars). She informed me that this was how she knew what the word Plethora meant. :) I laughed very hard as I re-read this exchange... read the following with a Mexican accent, and think of 2 rough tough Mexican bandits who've been terrorizing the town of Santa Poco, and committing other heinous acts of vile comedic violence.

Jefe: I have put many beautiful pinatas in the storeroom, each of them filled with little surprises. El Guapo: Many pinatas? Jefe: Oh yes, many! El Guapo: Would you say I have a plethora of pinatas? Jefe: A what? El Guapo: A *plethora*. Jefe: Oh yes, you have a plethora. El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora? Jefe: Why, El Guapo? El Guapo: Well, you told me I have a plethora. And I just would like to know if you know what a plethora is. I would not like to think that a person would tell someone he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has *no idea* what it means to have a plethora. Jefe: Forgive me, El Guapo. I know that I, Jefe, do not have your superior intellect and education. But could it be that once again, you are angry at something else, and are looking to take it out on me?

For those of you reading this who aren't laughing... sorry, look at the cat on the post below... if you still aren't laughing, check your pulse :) By the way, Plethora means: 'extreme excess'. Used in a sentence: "Ciara has a plethora of brains".

Fashionable Opinions

"The majority have no other reason for their opinions than that they are the fashion." Samuel Johnson

Fashionable Opinions... Great speaker, Charismatic personality, Loyal following, Questionable religious practices, sound familiar? Yep, I'm talking about Mr. Adolph Hitler. A man of great notoriety, and demented activities. A man many have equated to THE anti-Christ. However, millions followed his every screamed, charismatic word, most to their detrimentand many to their death. Hitler was a fashionable opinion of the day gone seriously wrong (and I don't mean the mustache).

Name the name of today's most controversial topics, and you will very probably understand how society has changed over the course of the past 200+ years. Things that yesteryear seem abhorrent to all, today are on a ballot in several states seeking to change mankind's understanding of an age old sacrament.

Makes you wonder if mankind's collectively changed mind can alter the course of right and wrong... perchance the age of moral relativity will ultimately meet it's suicidal demise in a bombed out bunker of societal psychosis.

Mark Twain made the following remark in his novel; Joan of Arc "opinions not based upon experience are like skin without the support of the skeleton" (paraphrased). Oh how true you speak Mr. Twain... How many of us blindly follow a "fashionable opinion" without a true understanding of the experience behind the opinion?

Great vs. Mediocre

"Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices, but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence and fulfills the duty to express the results of his thought in clear form."

Albert Einstein, quoted in New York Times, March 19, 1940

Mediocre mindless lemmings all migrating toward the same cliff of miserable destruction, all the while violently railing against those that would chose to slip off their little lemming coats and don a lab jacket.

I encourage you to think and not blindly follow the masses toward ultimate demise. You may never be the deep thinker like ole' Albert was (or even uncle Morgan is), but exercise your gray matter with things weightier than mindless marshmallow fluff.

Peace out Posse

The Mythical "BLOG"

In recent days, many folks have asked me "what is a BLOG". This is an excellent question, as I too have oft pondered the "what" pertaining to this mythical creature. So, after much research, study, extreme physical exertion, and meditation I've compiled the following informative dissertation on the "BLOG"(merely a preamble to a dissertation at this time).

A Blog (pictured at right) was first found by forest dwelling Elven people in the year 1722 -1/2 A.D. Head Elf 'Enrique', on a food foraging mission, tripped over a dead blog. At first thinking it to be a rotting log, or large pile of animal excrement, but on closer examination found it to be a critter of sorts. As it turns out, the Blog closely resembles both a rotting log and large pile of animal excrement, hence the name; BLOG. This is the wordsmithed amalgamation of "Blech+Log=Blog", which later became known as a very vile curse word in Elven tongue.

Short of readily available tasty edibles, Enrique thought perhaps the Blog could be a keen substitute for the tasteless keebler crackers that were their dietary mainstay. However, they couldn't stomach the Blog taste raw so they tried pan frying, grilling, broiling, and boiling this critter to make more palatable, alas to no avail... Upon tasting the rancid mushy meaty flesh all the Elves could be heard evacuating their stomachs, and the sound was much akin to "BBBLLLOOOOGGGG".

Wisely, Enrique placed a mandatory moratorium on all Blog eating, and declared the part of the forest where the Blog was found to be a quarantined area (now known as Washington D.C.). Not much more is known about the Blog at this time, but as I find additional information I will dutifully post for your enlightenment! What I have found and can tell you is this: most Blogs are vile tasting critters, smell like rotting wood and animal excretment, hold virtually no nutritional value, and would be better off if never found. There are a few exceptions to this rule, and I will inform you of those exceptions in future posts.

Peace be with you...

Superluke

p.s. Props to Ciara for her artistic rendition of the Blog.