“Winter is coming.” “No s@#t, Stark. Why do you think I’m stocking up?” Bang, bang, slush, slush goes a casket of 80-proof icy insulation. “By the way, you’re a lousy weatherman. 6 years? Sooner or later you’re bound to be right, Ned. Now, let’s retire to one of Little Finger’s entertainment pavilions, lest you lose your head.” Food has always been a leyline on which George R.R. Martin’s epic novels have dug their roots deep. In comparison, with its scantily clad HBO adaptation, the original script — which is the less than pompous way of saying “novels” — are the equivalent of a gourmand’s saucy skin magazine. Each author or producer letting their inner fetishes take hold of their rigid and stiff […]

“Run, Marty! Run! Save yourself!” “Doc, it’s just a rubber chicken. What’s the deal?” “That glare, that intensity…” Arms shrugging, cogitating on the inductive idea that frenzied exposure to Plutonium had finally done the old man in, Marty – of that fabled clan McFly – tried to get a handle on the volatile situation. “Let’s just calm… Ahhh! Ahhh!” “I told you. Leave it. That chicken…” “The rubber ducky of dominant duress and devilish disorder,” went he of the agitated avian arsenal, “holds more in its backdoor belly…” “My God, Marty, it’s got a bar of soup! The cruelty! The excess inhumanity!” The batty scientist dove for his teenage companion and flew off the page in an effluvium of noxious fumes; […]

Published during that alcohol-surfed wellspring of the mid-thirties, So Red The Nose or Breath in The Afternoon, was a point of pride for the dazed and heavily intoxicated muckety-mucks in their Gatsby-like fandangos. Prohibition had robbed a society of dipsomaniacs the right to live up to their name for almost 15 years, and these noble world-class winos, the upper crust, needed to up their game in order to make up for lost time. Its rush job into the press was a way to reach down and grab that quintessential ideal that America was founded on: Our right to get hammered, talk nonsense and do whatever we damn well please with our liberties. For all claims, so Red The Nose was New […]

Script and Investigation for Be Amazed, YouTube Channel. We see symbols every day, like the ampersand, Ccaduceus and the heart icon/logo, but do you ever spare a thought for their origins? From Yin and Tang to the swastika, here are 10 Symbols & Icons You Don’t Know the Meaning & Origins of! The ampersand (&). Sitting there on your keyboard like a bloated-out dollar sign on crack is one of the most used figures in creation. During a pesky part of its travels, the ampersand was first used throughout the days of the Roman empire. A quick way to join two things together. It’s peculiar and squiggly formation, a logogram – for those in the known – is a union […]

Script and Investigation for Be Amazed, YouTube Channel. Many Directors and animators in Hollywood hide hidden secrets and messages into their shows to give them an endless re-watch-ability factor. These secret codes and easter eggs have appeared in most shows and movies you’ve seen, but you probably had no idea they existed! Featuring… Here are 10 Hidden Secrets & Codes in Famous Shows & Movies The Number 42 – Here’s a quick list of some of the many times this digit has grazed the screen. You’ll find that it is: Fox Mulder’s apartment number; the dentists address in Finding Nemo; Hurley’s Lotto number in Lost; the number of bullets in Ripley’s gun in Alien and the same number used in the […]

Smithsonian Museums in Washington, D.C. “If it has the Smithsonian logo, you just know that it’s good.” Smithsonian Museums live by a standard of quality few other organizations or institutions prostrate under. A checklist of control and high perfection and genuine love for the best — that sets a high-water mark that constantly shames its peers. If museums were theme parks and rollercoasters free-for-all, then Smithsonians are nothing short of Disneyland while the rest fight tooth and nail for the blue ribbon at a carnival. That’s an honest to God truth that you can bank on. The sort of fact that will have spinners of quotes debating whether or not to add a new addendum on a very old adage. […]

Ford’s Theater And Petersen House. Ford’s Theater: Mid-rendition of an ABBA offshoot orchestrated by the hell’s own symphony. “Super Trooper,” jackhammering inside my brainpan. Pain, woe, desolation and a need to end it all. I turn, eyes watering from the torture. “Isn’t it magical,” my date, once more proving without a shadow of a doubt that once the post-coital glow fades, all that is truly left is either loathing or love. In this case. “Dear God, it’s simply wonderful…” Loathing was winning over. I am once more struck why, in spite of so many of my friends clamoring for Broadway, I’ll always feel more at home in a movie theater. Nursing a big bowl of popcorn and watching how Captain […]

Key West: What’s What in This Responsibility Free-Zone. “I can hear the children.” That was Henry Flagler, the man credited with snapping Florida open like an oyster. He uttered those very words as his train docked on the southernmost tip of the United States. The man had ridden an engineering feat into what many considered was the wild west of the Sunshine State. Sprawling untamed land, fins attached to Jurassic predators on all sides, the natives less European more into scalping, the Keys were for lack of a better analogy the backyard of Immortal Joe’s fortress from Mad Max. Only stragglers, condemned man, fugitives, and adventure seekers blazed their way past the mainland. Still, there was no denying the majesty […]

The White House A Comprehensive Guide. “People say satire is dead. It’s not dead; it’s alive and living in the White House.” Source: www.brainyquote.com Did you know that in 2004, Tom Hanks swung by the White House and noticed that the Press Corps lacked a coffee maker? He went and bought the caffeine deprived journalists a fantastic Java machine. Then, in 2010, he returned, this time with Steven Spielberg, and observed that the coffee machine was on its last legs. A twinkling of eyes from CNN, a puppy dog sobbing from Fox News, and a plea from Reuters. A brand spanking espresso machine. Did you know that? Naw, you didn’t, did you? That’s because all if any of your edifying intrigue […]

Please note that this is not an endorsement of Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, or of any candidate, but rather an opinion piece on how a nation can be hypnotized by constant media attention, fear of ‘the other guy’, short attention spans, and even shorter memories. The Underdog Twist This year’s favorite past-time is, without a doubt, Donald Trump bashing. You can’t flip on the screen without an editorial taking a crowbar to Donald’s nether regions. The staff at your local newspaper have taken so whole-heartily to the practice, that you can imagine a stuffed effigy of Donald Trump hanging by a noose at the reception desk; every day an intern passes by and stuffs a firecracker up its ass. In this […]