Posts Tagged ‘John Tucker’

Buddy comedies, urinal culture, foxes and hedgehogs

September 17, 2008

Discussed in this Wednesday’s National Post article:

  • films as central metaphors with Tucker
  • disgusting urinals with Marie
  • the difference between hedgeghogs (people who know a lot about one thing) and foxes (people who know a little about many htings) with Starlee Kine.
On an unrelated note, in Life is Lovely, Jonathan kept on emphasizing the second syllable in Starlee’s name, making it sound like he was saying “Star Lee,” as if it were an Asian surname or something. Sometimes I think he changes the inflection on words as a joke to himself, or because he has an MFA from Concordia and has thus transcending plebian pronunciations. 
Anyway, check out the article here.

Vocab Lesson #1

September 9, 2008

“Manarchy” – just dudes hanging out. i.e. Josh, Tucker, Jonathan, et al. enjoying a night of scotch, pizza and stout beer. See: Man Is a Rope Between Ordinary and Extraordinary.

“Phone-abler” – akin to an enabler, one who enables another to persist in self-destructive behavior via the telelphone.  See: Man Versus Himself

I thought I had more. I guess I don’t. I’ll get back to you.

(Note, I had originally uploaded Life is Lovely, but SupernintendoChalmers has it up now so I’m going to take down my link. If you don’t already, I encourage you to subscribe to his feed. You can do so by clicking the RSS icon on the right.)

My apologies to Ms. Polygon, who does, in fact, exist

September 8, 2008

Oh. Well looks like Ruby, Starlee Kine’s intern, is a real person. Sorry about that. I guess I denied it out of jealousy. If I could’ve been Jonathan Goldstein’s intern at 16, I think I could consider myself fulfilled. Although the intern position at Wiretap is perhaps more ill-fated than the Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts. (Was that okay? To make a Harry Potter reference? Do Wiretap fans like Harry Potter?)

Anyway, this week’s episode drew heavily from National Post articles. The show kicked off with some diary entries about Tucker spitting in his own coffee, mohawks, souvlaki and Jonathan in a bathing suit.

These thoughts originally appeared in the articles “Get out of my dreams, get into my copy store” on June 11, 2008 and “The Truth about Spats and Dogs” from June 4, 2008.

The monologue rolled right into a conversation where Jonthan quizzes Tucker about his everyday surroundings.

In the next bit, Jonathan mentions MELBA TOAST, stating “After spending an hour eating breadsticks and melba toast over the sink while reading grocery circulars, I come to the conclusion that my life, too, lately has become more than a little stagnant.”

This rolls into a three-way conference call with Starlee and her intern, Ruby. Some material from the July 23, 2008 “How to buy cottage cheese” appears in this bit.

Jonathan re-introduces himself to Ruby as Starlee’s “older gentleman friend.” I’d like to someday introduce myself as that, rather than so-and-so’s “scrappy sidekick.”

Lastly, Gregor eggs Jonathan on to take dance lessons. In case you were wondering, Goldstein’s signature moves are the robot, “stir the pot” and “shuffle from foot to foot” and “throw in some kicks.”

The episode closes out with Jonathan learning the Soulja Boy dance from ZouZou.

As an aside, this is the first episode which I recorded myself. If anyone missed it, I’ll email it to you or something. Because I have nowhere to host it. And SuperNintendoChalmers will have tomorrow, hopefully.

(Psst. Just joking. Check out the summary to listen.)

Update on all that birthday business

August 27, 2008

Luckily I wasn’t wrong about it being JG’s 39th birthday last week. Here’s what he had to say about the matter in his last National Post piece:

Thursday. It’s close to midnight and tomorrow’s my 39th birthday. I receive an email from Tucker in anticipation.

“We could have a few guys over to my place tomorrow and watch you get drunk and fall slowly out of your chair until you’re asleep on the floor. Then we’ll play you a British-speaking subliminal tape recording so when you awake, you’ll think you’re from Yorkshire. Welcome to the last year of your thirties, mate!”

I’m starting to wish you could skip from 38 straight to 40. There’s something more dignified about that. It would be like taking control of your destiny before destiny takes control of you. Hanging on to the last dregs of your thirties strikes me as desperate.

Tomorrow will involve dinner with my parents and phone messages from my friends’ kids singing Happy Birthday. I’m sure it’s just me, but every year the tone of their singing seems to get more mocking.

It’s 11:55 p. m. when I crack open a bottle of Jack Daniels I’ve been saving.

“Mr. Daniels,” I say. “I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” I pour out a shot, brace myself, and wait.

Sorry, Wrong Guy

August 15, 2008

Google is a haven for red herrings.  For example: