My kids really liked this one, too. Classic.
This is a screen shot of a post in a teachers’ social media group to which I belong. (It’s OK, it’s a public group!) I’m genuinely proud to have such cool colleagues. This post made me smile. #Puns
Talking to a few colleagues a while back, I learned that we all had a common inspiration behind our decision to enter the teaching profession. Sure, we’d all had some great teachers ourselves when we were young, some uplifting role models in the Dead Poets Society / Stand and Deliver / Mr. Holland’s Opus vein, but each of us also had had some incompetent buffoons in front of our classrooms who only inspired us all to say, “I can do better than that.”
I’m in book 10 of The Aeneid–a major battle scene–and I just came across this lovely bit:
Ha! “There were these two identical twins…at least, they were identical twins until one got his hand cut off and the other got decapitated. NOW we can tell them apart just fine!”
I love Buster Keaton–nearly 100 years on, his movies are still some of the most amazing, hilarious, creative, and wild ones out there.
Earlier this year, I showed my family his little masterpiece Sherlock Jr. At only 45 minutes, it didn’t strain anyone’s attention span, nor did the lack of dialogue confuse even the youngest kids.
The jokes, the stunts, and a very early bit of meta-commentary on film itself make this one of my favorite movies. The kids, too, have asked to see it again since then. Enjoy!
Here’s a great analysis of Keaton’s work and legacy:
Today I read my American Lit kids an essay by a French man who visited the American colonies and famously described their multicultural diversity:
He is neither an European, nor the descendant of an European; hence that strange mixture of blood, which you will find in no other country. I could point out to you a family whose grandfather was an Englishman, whose wife was Dutch, whose son married a French woman, and whose present four sons have now four wives of different nations.
After which I commented, “That should have been their motto: Colonial America–where a white person is free to marry a slightly different kind of white person.”
This might end up being the best received joke I tell all year.
I was just looking at my library district’s web page to see which branches have copies of some movies I’m looking to check out over the long weekend. One of them is The Expendables 3. Below is a screen shot of part of the results page for that one.
This is hilarious. Look how many copies were checked out and never returned! (Those are the ones marked “billed.”) Between this and the other branches shown on the rest of that page, there are dozens of copies borrowed and kept forever.
I’ve seen this note on other movies before, but never in quantities like this.
So, what is it about The Expendables 3 that makes so many people check it out and keep it?
I found these just last week–animated walkthroughs of some great brain teasers from TEDed. Amusing and effectively challenging!
There are more, so if you like these, check out the others.
It’s been more than 20 years since the episode of The Simpsons aired where Bart and Lisa have to play Bible Bombardment with the Flanders family, leading an exasperated Ned to demand of the Simpson children, “Don’t you know anything? The Serpent of Rehoboam? The Well of Zohassadar? The Bridal Feast of Beth Chadruharazzeb?”
I don’t recognize any of those references, so I finally decided to look them up, and…nothing. I can’t find them in the Bible anywhere. Clearly, Ned Flanders is such a serious scholar that he knows about secret parts of the text that the rest of us can’t find.
*sigh* This is even more disappointing than when I saw Pulp Fiction and went home to look up Ezekiel 25:17. Alas, it’s not even close to the real thing.
The word, of course, not the celebrity. It’s become appallingly clear that we can no longer use the verb “trump” literally, as in “My evidence trumps yours,” because of the taint associated with the name now. A sad loss. It was a great word.
I don’t expect it to be resurrected any time soon. Several years later, I still can’t refer to that darkening period at the end of the day–“twilight”–without students giggling. And don’t even try to address an issue by suggesting that it has “shades of gray.”
Democrat: “Answer me! Who gave you the idea to nominate a divisive, egomaniacal amateur for president?”
Republican: “You, alright! I learned it by watching you.”
Narrator: Liberals who vote for encroaching fascism make conservatives vote for encroaching fascism.
Whenever I’m talking to a class and my voice squeaks, I stop and say, “Hey, alright! Puberty! Finally.”
A Midsummer Night’s Dream: just another literary classic where young people’s problems are solved by mind-altering drugs.