is this one:
- but this is what it actually looks like through my eyes:
One of America’s greatest comic character actors, Don Knotts, has died. He was 81, and his voice was quivery and nervous right upÂ until the end. Doing nervous was Knotts’ best thing. He’s even listed as ‘Nervous Motorist’ in It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World (1963). And Knotts himself once said: “if you had to sum me up in a word, it would be nervous.”
The universe will best remember Knotts for his quivery and nervous cameo in Cannonball Run II (one of three movies selected in July 1997 to be sent in a capsule into outer space – alongside Bonfire of the Vanities and Rear Window). Knotts’ own space travels began in 1967, with hisÂ space caper The Reluctant Astronaut – a film which is summed up by thisÂ continuity error,Â postedÂ on IMDb:
Goofs: Continuity: When Fleming respools the capsule’s programming tape, he has accidentally gotten the peanut butter mixed in with it. The tape reels are so clogged, they cannot play. Later, when Fleming looks out the capsule window at Hawaii, the tape reels are seen in the background running normally. The peanut butter then returns in subsequent shots.
An interesting fact about The Reluctant Astronaut is that it features Leslie Nielsen in a comic version of the serious roles he was already used to playing: some 13 years before Airplane!, in which he supposedly played against type for the first time.
Knotts’ last major work was to provide the voice of Mayor Turkey Lurkey in Chicken Little, which makes me think that Chicken Little might have something to do with Chicken Licken and that fills me with dread.
For me though, Don Knotts with his heavy lids and hollow cheeks will always be the nervous and quivery-voiced Doc Brown of Back To The Future:
“Why Marty, I outta kill you!”
The blogosphere is a gigantic ecodynamic campfire, at which people toast their marshmallows and share their tales. (To “toast one’s marshmallow” is a technical term, coined by Joel Spolsky back in 2003. I’m not entirely sure what it means. You’d have to ask Joel).
So – is your marshmallow pronged? Good. Then settle back on your heels and listen to this heartwarming story of an inter-species wedding ceremony:
The salty groom was waiting in the water after the ceremony, and friends tossed the happy bride in to frolic with her new husband. “I’m the happiest girl on earth,” Tendler was cited as saying. “I made a dream come true and I’m not a pervert. I really do love this dolphin.”
According to the reports the woman fell in love with the dolphin at first sight. She became the world’s first person to “marry” a dolphin, though many of us doubt this union is legal.
Tendler promotes rock bands in England and imports clothing.
In a cafÃ©, mid-afternoon. There are two people eating: me and a man with a loud voice. The loud-voiced man (Fred) decides to tell the owner of the cafÃ© (and anyone else within a 200 ft radius) about the film he saw on TV last night: Capturing the Friedmans.
I couldn’t work out if it was real. I think it was a documentary or something. I thought at first it was a Jewish comedy. It was gripping. But I couldn’t watch it all in one go – I had to keep turning it off and playing an X-Box game instead. I thought the whole family was bloody creepy. But if one of the boys was affected, why not the others? Or were they? If a father assaults one boy he assaults them all, surely?
The cafÃ© owner didn’t really say much in reply. He seemed more interested in the price of the flat over the laundrette opposite.
Cold, isn’t it?
will soon be up and about – at (wait for it) The London Mews Review. It’s very much un-fiddled-with, and only has one cat on it thus far. Might be worth holding your horses and giving it a week or so. If you can bear to. Can you bear to?
Just so you know (because you’ve been fretting about this, I’m sure) I’ve decided, finally, to put the Cartoons back up at http://www.radiokenneth.com/. There’s nothing there now, except for a sort of logo. Which I may replace with this logo:
or not, depending upon my mood.
Eastenders, as it should be. The top clip (as performed by the group from Stratford) is the best.
Now, who will join me in my CSI Miami workshops? I’m thinking: another excuse for a trip to Clacton…