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One of the highlights of our last trip to Europe was turning on the TV late at night to find a dour loaf of bread dejectedly floating in space. For hours.

Was reviewing my video essay on Warner Communications' experimental QUBE interactive cable system from the late '70s and... hang on now... that shot looks familiar...

Our strangely intelligent collie mix - imagine Lassie as a self-centered rescue mutt - has not only learned the phrase "last one" but will also glumly decamp to elsewhere in the house upon taking the last one. "OK, fine, I'm outta here!"

I have a genuine love for EVs based on totally normal cars. Everybody else seems to hate them. The EV people hate them. Gas people hate them. I'm baffled by it. What's not to like? Normal door handles! Physical controls! Comfort! Performance! "You lose 15 miles of range due to aerodynamics." Oh no!

My wife shared this insane banger of a Wikipedia article about Adolphe Sax, who, yes, we all know from the saxophone, but perhaps not his "massive, locomotive-powered organ [...] so loud as to be heard across all of Paris" or from his many absurd brushes with death. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolphe...

I try to ring up $2.99 of bakery French bread at the self-check. I fail. A massive error. I try again. I fail again. The checkout lady has noticed this and brings over the giant binder of bread codes. She fails. She fails again. Oh thank god.

My wife got fire-bellied toads, one of whom barks (croaks) both at sunset and dawn, as if to either protest or celebrate the continued rotation of the Earth, it's not clear which.

At some point in a particular man's (ie, my own) life, you realize you're Bluto. You look in the mirror, and there he is, Bluto. You watch an old Popeye and, there it is, ok, I'm Bluto. It's weirdly embarassing. Like, I'm swaggering all over town like Bluto. But at least I'm not Trump or Musk.

Man, I have become totally unable to keep track of which recent movies are which. HIT MAN BETTER MAN MONKEY MAN DOGMAN DOG MAN WOLF MAN POOLMAN BAGMAN SPACEMAN HANU MAN THE MAN IN THE WHITE VAN A DIFFERENT MAN STUNTMAN THE FALL GUY A REAL PAIN A COMPLETE UNKNOWN

Without a hint of fanfare or promotion, broadcast television is going through some sort of weird renaissance. We get 92 (!) channels over the air with our antenna, including the remarkable MeTV Toons, which slings deranged Gerry Anderson shows and Merrie Melodies deep cuts through the evening air.

Remarkable experience watching PENDA'S FEN at our Christmas gathering last night. Films as wildly overstuffed with ideas and emotions are generally bombastic or frenetic, but FEN is inquisitive, sensitive, mournful. So quiet for something that directly attacks the absurdities at the core of society.

Still waiting for the four hour Youtube documentary on the 2021 Christmas miracle, the dancing cactus that raps in Polish about cocaine. www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle...

I think K. Austin Collins has it right. The audience I saw MEGALOPOLIS with neither embraced or rejected it, and it was the rare experience where you could experience literally hundreds of engaged people wrestling with a difficult film, alternately rapt and frustrated. slate.com/culture/2024...

Somehow I'll be on @museumofhomevideo.bsky.social this 12/10 to present edits of the totally insane 1969 H2S (a Stereolab song as a movie?) as well as Alvaro Passeri's deranged THE MUMMY THEME PARK (not a knock-off, a fever dream of an actual mummy theme park). Watch it? www.museumofhomevideo.com

It's a proven fact that the only path to transcendence in this modern world is a perfectly executed dumb banger. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lgoo...

So, the movie of the year, HUNDREDS OF BEAVERS - and this is meant without any sort of irony or innuendo or hyperbole - is available free on Youtube? You should catch it.

Me in the Criterion Closet: "Oh, uh, I've got a lot of these, and there are a bunch at my library, and there's the 50% off sale at Barnes and Noble. OH! What's in this trash bin down here? It's a Rick Prelinger laserdisc! Wow, and the MISTER FREEDOM Eclipse DVD! Zbigniew Rybczyński! Spalding Gray!"

Of all the people we're owed an apology from, I'm not sure it's LMFAO. In retrospect, they should not have needed to apologize for their party rocking.

A recurring discussion with both of the grandmothers: "Where are they flying into? Dallas or Houston?" "They're flying direct into Austin. It's hours of driving from those." "They can fly direct into Austin?" "Mom, Austin is the 11th largest city in the country." "I just don't think of it that way."