I’m Not Sure Why My Nighttime Ritual Is Important

Oh, my. Now, I’m rarely a heavy poster. (Heavy individual, yes. Not poster.) But things have really slowed lately.

At least some people apparently stop by here from time to time. Even this post from 2009 has attracted an inexplicable number of clicks in the past week. I mean, it’s barely even a post. It’s more like a tweet. I’m not sure what people expect from it. It seems pretty dry to me.

Anyway, it hasn’t been a particularly good 236 days. There have been some bright spots in there, but also a lot of shitty spots. Some people turn to blogging when things are shitty. (I won’t allude to anyone specific, of course.) (H.G.) I’m more likely to jack into Twitter when I get the chance and scroll manically through the torrent of thoughtnuggets, taking solace and distraction from people who are (a) having a much better time than me, (b) having a much worse time than me, and/or (c) managing to keep up a much better sense of humor than me. Although lately even two of my Twitter accounts appear to have come to a screeching halt. (“Two of”? What kind of idiot has more than one Twitter account? Ahem. Must be a typo.)

Anyway, suffice it to say (a) I am not dead, (b) I do not have cancer, (c) my parents are not having problems, (d) I am not unemployed, (e) I am not bankrupt, (f) I am not getting a divorce, and (g) I do not live in a war zone. And, while I might add “YET” on to any of those, for the moment I am still right here, just not online so much. (That includes Facebook, my feelings about which are currently running about 8% love, 92% hate.) If you’re bored, you could peruse my Vine account, where I have used 6-second looping videos to develop an aesthetic best summed up as “completely fucking baffling.” (There are also a few polished efforts in there which are very good, and aren’t mine.)

So keep blogging, and—uh, Happy Easter, I guess.

The Little Guy who Showed up in the Mail

Yesterday the mail carrier brought me a padded envelope. Inside the envelope was a mint tin. Inside the mint tin was…a little guy.

Lego Scott

Meet Lego Scott.

Lego Scott bears an uncanny resemblance to his new owner. He even has a laptop that opens! (Judging by the proportions, it has a gigantic screen.)

And he even has his very own C: prompt coffee mug.

Who knows: perhaps someone in the Scott residence will put together Lego Desk and/or Lego Big Man Chair.

Thanks, M—–l!

Leslie Nielsen 1926-2010

Well, I’d hoped this was just a Twitter rumor, but apparently it’s not. Actor Leslie Nielsen has passed away at 84.

I think my favorite Nielsen moment (aside from “don’t call me Shirley,” which probably tops a lot of lists) is in The Naked Gun 2 1/2 when the bad guy tells Drebin (Nielsen): “I want the pleasure of killing you myself.”

With gravity and an edge of menace, Drebin replies, “The pleasure is all mine.”

Nielsen did great slapstick (like trashing the office of Ricardo Montalban’s villain in The Naked Gun), but his biggest asset was delivering absurdity with utter solemnity and dignity. Lt. Drebin was clueless nearly all the time, and Nielsen played that flawlessly, remaining completely unflappable—or acknowledging some massive screwup with little more than an “oops” look—throughout the chaos Drebin created.

Which is not to shortchange Nielsen’s career as a dramatic actor. On the contrary, he probably wouldn’t have been so funny without it: he inhabited Drebin as a character, instead of clowning with him as a schtick.

So long, Leslie. We’ll miss you.

Closing Thoughts for 2007

If I’ve posted nothing else by 12:00 AM EST, it’s safe to assume I’ve thought of no more profound reflection on 2007 than this: I joined Vox. Bang the drum.

(Maybe I should have chosen “trixon” as my Vox URL? Ooh, that looks cool. Or “trixon-wgermany”? Hmm. Naaah. I like the Voxy URL I’ve got.)

Happy New Year to everyone, Voxers and non-Voxers alike.