Michael Hopcroft

Hawkeye: War isn’t Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.
 
Father Mulcahy: How do you figure that, Hawkeye?
 
Hawkeye: Easy, Father. Tell me, who goes to Hell?
 
Father Mulcahy: Sinners, I believe.
 
Hawkeye: Exactly. There are no innocent bystanders in Hell. War is chock full of them — little kids, cripples, old ladies. In fact, except for some of the brass, almost everybody involved is an innocent bystander.

"I'd like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and put it on a pike as a warning to the next ten generations that some favors come at too high a price. I would look up into your lifeless eyes and wave, like this. Can your associates arrange that for me, Mr. Morden?"

"This is the City -- Los Angeles, California."
 
"The story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent."

The Flash enters, but is immediately disqualified for using outside influence. Apparently bicycle racing is not an appropriate place to use the Speed Force....

"Anatomically impossible, Mr. Garibaldi -- but you are welcome to try!"

"I am not Bubbles! Bubbles is not my name! For the name Bubbles is not the correct name to address me by, because it is not my name! If you were to address me by the name Mojo Jojo, that would be correct, for my name is Mojo Jojo! And I will only be addressed by that name, which is Mojo Jojo! And furthermore, it is not "we" who will rule the world - it is "I"! I, being Mojo Jojo - who is not Bubbles - shall rule this world alone, which is to say, without anybody else, and without anybody else shall I rule this world! And when this world is ruled by only one person, and not a collective group, that one person who shall be ruling the world will be none other than me, Mojo Jojo!"

Pet Sounds (5.1 Mix) - The Beach Boys

"I am not Bubbles! Bubbles is not my name! For the name Bubbles is not the correct name to address me by, because it is not my name! If you were to address me by the name Mojo Jojo, that would be correct, for my name is Mojo Jojo! And I will only be addressed by that name, which is Mojo Jojo! And furthermore, it is not "we" who will rule the world - it is "I"! I, being Mojo Jojo - who is not Bubbles - shall rule this world alone, which is to say, without anybody else, and without anybody else shall I rule this world! And when this world is ruled by only one person, and not a collective group, that one person who shall be ruling the world will be none other than me, Mojo Jojo!"

"I am not Bubbles! Bubbles is not my name! For the name Bubbles is not the correct name to address me by, because it is not my name! If you were to address me by the name Mojo Jojo, that would be correct, for my name is Mojo Jojo! And I will only be addressed by that name, which is Mojo Jojo! And furthermore, it is not "we" who will rule the world - it is "I"! I, being Mojo Jojo - who is not Bubbles - shall rule this world alone, which is to say, without anybody else, and without anybody else shall I rule this world! And when this world is ruled by only one person, and not a collective group, that one person who shall be ruling the world will be none other than me, Mojo Jojo!"

Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town

Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet they made the show

And that was sweet ...
But I can hear the sound
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never know
 
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps
Cause when it comes to moving me
You guys are the champs

But when that last guitar's been packed away
You know that I still want to play
So just make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano
 
But the band's on the bus
And they're waiting to go
We've got to drive all night and do a show in Chicago
Or Detroit, I don't know

We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in our hotel rooms
And wander 'round backstage
Till those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came
 
Now we got country and western on the bus, R&B
We got disco on eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
We got rural scenes and magazines
And we got truckers on CB
And we got Richard Pryor on the video
We got time to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll away
But the only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play
 
People you've got the power over what we do
You can sit there and wait
Or you can pull us through
Come along, sing the song
You know you can't go wrong
Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
You're going to wake up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from here
 
People stay just a little bit longer
We want to play -- just a little bit longer
Now the promoter don't mind
And the union don't mind
If we take a little time
And we leave it all behind and sing
One more song--

Oh, won't you stay just a little bit longer
Please, please, please, say you will
Say you will
 
Oh won’t you stay
Just a little bit longer
Oh won’t you stay
Just a little bit longer
And the promoter don’t mind
And the roadies don’t mind
If we take a little time
And we leave it all behind and sing
One more song
   
 

Ant-Man and the Wasp is fun -- while you're watching it. Afterwards, it becomes forgettable to the point that I don't remember Ant-Man's name. The main thing I remember is that almost all of Hank Pym's misdeeds come home to roost -- almost all of what drives the film is a direct consequence of Pym's pride, arrogance, and inability to see other human beings as valuable equals.
 
the weird thing is that, while I found many of the jokes amusing, I didn't really laugh at any of them. There appeared to be some distance between myself and the movie.

We succeeded in taking that picture, and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
 
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
 
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

I don't want to be in a city labeled most liveable.  I wanna be one that's something like affordable.  Vancouver BC is among the former, and not among the latter.  Don't know about the rest on the list.
 
I will also point out that one might arrive at the same "most" list if you set a cutoff minimum population, and from there used rather racist selection criteria.

Nicole might like the 1990's version of Eagle Shooting Heroes, a kung-fu comedy where people fly all over the place. It also involves shoes that accidentally fall off their wearers and become deadly projectiles, ingested invertebrates used as torture devices, the three cheesiest-looking monsters you will ever see, martial arts techniques that warp time and space, and the unluckiest master villain since the Coyote. It's probably a bit dated by now, but I always thought it was hilarious. The fights were choreographed by Sammo Hung, who clearly enjoyed satirizing the "flying people" films popular at the time and came up with some truly outlandish scenes.
 
Although there was an official US subtitled release (that license appears to have lapsed), the original subtitles that came with the 1993 theatrical release (at the time, Hong Kong was still ruled by the British, and they insisted that all films made in the colony have English subtitles so that censors knew what people were saying; why there were British administrators in HK who did not speak Cantonese can only be explained as arrogance) are in themselves comedy gold. Those subs are hilarious, including deliberately mistranslated dialogue that was spoken in English,

"Sure! Take all the umbrage! Don't leave any for us!"

"Can you say 'personal foul'?"

"I have a message. Lieutenant Colonel ... Henry Blake's plane ... was shot down ... over the Sea of Japan. It spun in ... there were no survivors."
 
Lucius Alexander
 
The palindromedary says I need to find a less depressing quote

"Look, all I know is what they taught me at Command School. There are certain rules about a war. And rule number one is young men die. And rule number two is, doctors can't change rule number one.."

"Look, all I know is what they taught me at Command School. There are certain rules about a war. And rule number one is young men die. And rule number two is, doctors can't change rule number one.."

"Look, all I know is what they taught me at Command School. There are certain rules about a war. And rule number one is young men die. And rule number two is, doctors can't change rule number one.."

I'm only now learning to adjust to the new world of personal pronouns. For some reason I always thought of "they" and "they're" as plurals and it never occurred to me to apply them to individuals as gender-neutral. But I have at least one transgendered friend now, possibly more (I don't pry), and am in a set of fandoms where fluid gender is not uncommon. so I'm making the effort to learn, and to re-adjust my attitudes on the subject. For someone in my generation, that's not always so easy.

From Gluck's opera Orfeo ed Euridice, a radical work that changed opera forever when it premiered in 1762, the music for the ballet that opens Act II.
 
 

The soundtrack of My Fair Lady, playing continuously, leads him to wonder how it would have sounded had they used Audrey Hepburn's real voice.

In my ward in Portland, college football is taken seriously. It's been a while since we've had a Turkey Bowl (an informal pickup football game held Thanksgiving weekend), but I've known several members who only have Cable TV subscriptions during football season. Comcast must hate them. And naturally we have many BYU alumni in our ranks (just how many people attend BYU in any given year?).