THE DUMB THREAD WAS ENGORGED ON THE INTOXICATION OF POWER! RAWR!
Heeebie ! Heeebie ! Heeebie !
Stanley, Standpipe, … Stabbie-Jabbie?
Heebie! A third truly inspired choice. My only complaint? The notion that it takes three normal people to replace one deviant Iranian. This is very misleading for the youth out there, I think.
My dorkiness knows no bounds. First thing I went to check out was if that was Eddie Lang playing guitar on the backing track [it was].
Congrats heebie, btw.
Cross-posted to Storm/front.
(Que viva Heebie!)
Why can't the women of today be adorable like that?
Heebie! Geebie! Let's all do that heebie-geebie dance!
Awesome video. Seems surprisingly contemporary given the 80 odd years since it was recorded. I've just learned the one doing most of the signing was named with Helvetia, which is a truly awesome name, if short of a C.
They all look more or less like my mom at that time, though she was actually a few years younger than theywere. I don't have any film so I don't know if my mom had the little moues and mannerisms.
Wow. The Emersons were pioneers of MILF.
John,
I don't have any film so I don't know if my mom had the little moues and mannerisms.
Oh yeah - she did all right! Wow. Your mom was hot!
One thing I really like about this clip is that they hold a shot for awhile. I don't like the modern music video technique where they pan and edit between shots every two seconds or so. I figure they are covering for a bad performance. Either that or they paid extra for the fancy editing software and the steady cams and by golly they are going to use them!
Naw, in those days my mom was a HS girl. Her hair, face, makeup, and dress were like that.
My grandmothers and greataunts were lovely in a not very hott way. Some of my German ancestors look sort of Jewish at first glance.
I'm late to the party, but—heebie! huzzah!
Now, someone explain what this video I'm work-unable to watch is all about.
Heebies hobble, but they don't fall down!
I should save that for one of our inevitable soccer threads, but I'll forget it by then.
Soccer is the new swimming? OH NOES!
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Johnny, I'm telling you, your Mom was hott!
Didn't she ever mention me?
My mom was downright beautiful, Tripp, but she had standards. Also, to her you were just a twerpy little kid.
At CT Eszter has a Google map of the best pastry shops in Budapest, which has the best pastries in the world. All you Swipples oughta plan a tour and put some meat on your bones.
In Hungary they also have a 400 pound catfish ("wels") and 45 lb. carp.
I'm glad we have Emerson's mom as a blogger now, and that she keeps herself so active with the sports and everything.
it takes three normal people to replace one deviant Iranian
Last time it was five. I think Ogged's self-worth has been falling. That's probably why he needs to quit.
Also, I'm with tripp on the skippy editing with 2 second shots. It can be amazing when used just right, but it mostly sucks and is totally distracting.
I, for one, welcome our new carp-blogging overlords.
A lot of lazy fucks have had to be replaced: Unf, Ogged, Bob, Fontana Labs, Alameida, Tia, and Apostropher.
Around 1960 one of the local lowlifes was reputed to be checking out my mom. Steps were taken. The punchline is that about 2002 or so this big fat guy about 75 years old put a gross hit on my niece, who was then about 25. Energizer bunny. Why he missed my sister in between, I don't know.
All three of the new folks are some truly inspired recruiting. Sweet.
(Courtesy of Megan (FTA))
I'm pretty sure house style is "(Courtesy of Good Megan)".
Heebie hoorays!
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I am about to do my first TV interview in a couple hours, for a somewhat widely-viewed business program. I just got back from an hour-long personal media training in our company's in-house studio, where I found out from the mock interview that I lean slightly to the right in my chair, say "umm" too much, put notable emphases on the wrong words when I'm unsure of my sentences, and look suspiciously like a teenage elf when clean-shaven. Woooo!
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Seeing oneself on video is a humbling experience. What, IRL, is an endearing quirk becomes an annoying mannerism under the glare of the camera.
On the other hand I'm sure teenage elves have good employment prospects.
I absolutely cannot stand the sound of my own voice. For decades I thought that tape recorders were misrecording it. But no, it's awful.
It doesn't even have to be video to be distressing. Today I was taking some photos of myself for my new university web page, and boy, in the absence of some photographer there to induce me to stand up or sit up straight, my posture is appalling. Horrible.
John,
Also, to her you were just a twerpy little kid.
Well yeah, but did she say I was hott? Besides, someone around here said I was 100 years old. Maybe I was a dashing older man.
Kidding aside, it amazes me how many people these days neglect their voice. Everybody spends zillions on beauty and health products and they totally neglect their voice.
Yes it is awful at first to see and hear oneself on video and audio but these things, once confronted, are fairly easy to change.
I'm not saying everyone can be gorgeous or sing opera but as far as mannerisms and speech go most people are walking around with the equivalent of not bathing, never shaving, and never combing or cutting their hair.
44: my posture is appalling. Horrible.
I never cared about my posture until the slipped disc in my neck. I'm not saying the slump caused the slipped disc but I will never slump again.
Mom was right. Good posture not only looks good it prevents a lot of problems down the line.
I had a little bit of voice training in an old job: specifically, for phone usage.
It was pretty interesting. Some smart people have put a lot of time into thinking about how to get people to do what you want over the phone.
On the other hand I'm sure teenage elves have good employment prospects.
It's true. Since Santa keeps his workshop in Norway, we get great benefits, a solid hourly wage, and oil fields adjacent.
Mom was right. Good posture not only looks good it prevents a lot of problems down the line.
Sadly, it's not actually so easy to improve. I did ballet as a girl and yoga as a young adult, and mine is still awful.
I found out from the mock interview that I lean slightly to the right
I must say, this came as a bit of a surprise. You'd always seemed like such a nice, liberal young man.
Sadly, it's not actually so easy to improve.
Years of forming bad posture habits and not developing the muscles involved in good posture contribute to this. A good injury which makes sitting or standing with proper posture the only vaguely bearable position helps to readjust the habits and the muscles accordingly.
Sadly, it's not actually so easy to improve.
Luckily you have a long time to work on it. :)
Or, as DI pointed out, you can take the shorter route and get a slipped disc in the neck or lower spine. Personally I do not recommend that option, but different strokes for different folks.
I found out from the mock interview that I lean slightly to the right
Thus allows looking like you are performing the one cheek sneak.
Useful thing to know.
We can have a group cheer:
Stans, Stans,
Heebie Dance
When Ogged
Won't Blog
They steal his pants...
[Or something to that effect. I never quite got the hang of cheerleading.]
Congrats, Heebie, I knew it would be you.
I have some other kind of back maladjustment in my right shoulder, but that doesn't seem to encourage good posture, alas. In other news, I would like to know why, why vitamins must smell so revolting. Why.
Congrats, Heebie, I knew it would be you.
Heebie is banned!
Turns out the interview wasn't about the large successful company in my industry that I assumed it would be about (because, seriously, every news story in this industry is about that particular company), but was instead about the tiny start-up that has produced about 17 systems EVER. Eep. That'll teach me to skip on calling the reporter beforehand to find out if the media contact actually told me the right topic. Oops!
Oh well, soon an incredible 20-30 seconds of my umm-littered erudition will be broadcast over the mighty national public broadcasting airwaves (which apparently are kind of mighty, now that I'm looking the viewership stats of "Television's Most-Watched Evening Business News Program", crap).
At CT Eszter has a Google map of the best pastry shops in Budapest, which has the best pastries in the world. All you Swipples oughta plan a tour and put some meat on your bones.
Already done, though we didn't have any shortage of meat on our bones to begin with. (Josh is all over that thread.)
Magpie, you should go through that set and add a tag indicating which pictures are of food, so I can more efficiently gawp.
Magpie, you should go through that set and add a tag indicating which pictures are of food, so I can more efficiently gawp.
Who says we want you to gawp just at the food? You should gawp at *everything* in the set.
Yay Heebie!
That said, the standards for the *commenters* have fallen appallingly. Everyone's responding to John's 20 without noting the incestuous implications of 17??
My mom was adorable in her day, B.
And thanks to all for such a warm welcome! And I'm still nervous about posting. Hell, I used to be nervous about commenting and now all kinds of shit just rolls off my fingers. So I assume I'll limber up here too.
All sons adore their mothers as you well know, Ms. PhD.
all kinds of shit just rolls off my fingers
HOORAY FOR SCOTCHGARD!
64: Yesterday, while PK was nibbling on my ear, his father said, "you really need to get a girlfriend."
Personally, I think Mr. B. was just jealous.
You oughta give Mr. B a little every once in a while, B.
Yesterday, while PK was nibbling on my ear, his father said, "you really need to get a girlfriend."
Send the boy on over. I don't think Rory is seeing anyone at the moment...
Sometimes the new stories are the old stories all over again.
Now YOU'VE got them too!
Phaedo 100d:
I no longer understand or recognize those other sophisticated causes, and if someone tells me that she has the heebie-geebies because of a bright color or shape or any such thing, I ignore these other reasons--for all these confuse me--but I simply, naively, and perhaps foolishly cling to this, that nothing else gives her the heebie-geebies other than the presence of, or the sharing in, or however you may describe its relationship to that Heebie-Geebie we mentioned, for I will not insist on the precise nature of the relationship, but that everyone who has the heebie-geebies has the heebie-geebies by the Heebie-Geebie. That, I think, is the safest answer I can give myself or anyone else. And if I stick to this I think I shall never fall into error.
I always wondered how I could get the heebie-geebies for my own self. Asked and answered!
Let the record showWitnesses can verify that I predicted this. But all praise for my predictive powers aside:
Heeb! Heeb! Hurray!!
I thought "heebie-geebie" was one of those fake pseudonyms that anyone could use, like OPINIONATED GRANDMA.
73: A testament to her ability to maintain an output of mirth once thought un-put-out-able by a single human being.
Oh, I put out all right. I put out.