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Advent – Day 12

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[We wrap up Advent with Day 12. As I probably should have been doing all along, I asked my dad if I could use this email of his that he wrote for Christmas. Feel free to read it to your family as you celebrate this day]

Advent – Day 12
“I Wish I Could Give More”

We understand that Christmas is a time of giving. Most of us are beneficiaries of the giving spirit of our friends and family. It’s fun to buy and make gifts for others. Commercialism tries to obscure the real meaning of the season; however, it does prompt us to give our loved ones gifts that, in a perfect world, we might give them all year long.

No matter how much money or time we have we often wish we could give more. Financial realities tend to limit our ability to give, although millions of people will charge through the month and pay next year. For them Christmas lasts longer than they would like.

“I wish I could give more” is a phrase never thought of or spoken by God the Father. For when He gave His only son as our Christmas present, it was the best gift ever given. All the money in the world could never afford such a present. He is the Gift that keeps on giving even when we forget Him.

Like any true gift, Jesus was given with no thought of receiving a present in return. All we have to do is to make room for Him in our heart. That’s the gift He wants the most.

This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. Jn. 3: 16 TM

the HypeyDad

Funny Christmas Songs

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I have been trying to make a list of Best Non-Religious Christmas Songs (as a companion to the Best Christmas Carols list of last week). Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to narrow it down. Luckily, I came up with a slight “cheat,” but putting all the funny/parody songs in a quick list of their own.

THE TOP TEN FUNNY CHRISTMAS SONGS

#10 It’s a Marshmallow World – All these years we thought my dad was making it up, but here is Dino and Frank with proof!

#9 All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth – If I had to spend much time with the kid, I think I’d break his other teeth, and possibly sew his mouth shut.

#8 The Night Santa Went Crazy – God Bless Weird Al. (By the way, if you have trouble imagining Santa as a mass murderer, you might want to skip this one.)

#7 Santa and the Satellite – Almost too weird to be believed, and not to be missed. Santa is mistaken for a UFO. Hilarity ensues. (If anyone can find it I’d be grateful)

#6 Christmas Time is Here (Chipmunk Song) – I so loathe the previews for the new movie that I sort of don’t want to put this on here, but then I found out they do a version of Wham’s “Last Christmas,” and it’s fantastic! Don’t believe me? Check it out. Now, all is forgiven.

#5 Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer – I never had one of those alcoholic Grandmas.

#4 (I’m Getting) Nuttin’ for Christmas – If only because it’s so freaking hard to sing! (In case you wondered, that’s a burglar singing with him on the third chorus. By the way, sorry for the Kingdom Hearts montage. It’s the only video I could find with the original version.)

#3 Twelve Gifts of Christmas – I know some folks like the Mackenzie Brothers’ version, but it’s just too hokey. Allan Sherman’s on the other hand, is hilarious. I found this version, and while the sound isn’t awesome, he actually went out of his way to find the 12 gifts. The statue is the funniest one. IFI: when this song was written a “Japanese” transistor radio would be a crappy gift. Now it’s the only kind you’d buy.

#2 I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas – Ever since I saw the “House Hippos” PSA I have thought I could pull this off.

And the number one “Funny” Christmas Song is…..

#1 I Yust Go Nuts at Christmas – If you do nothing else today (and really, you have nothing to do), listen to this one. It’s hilarious. I yearn to say letters of the alphabet wrong too!

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Evergreen Village

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[This one is from 2005. It didn't work out perfectly, but remains probably my most marketable Christmas work. (You know, if I did this for a living instead of giving it away for free to you ungrateful wretches. Sorry. Sorry. Weak moment.)]

The Hyperion Chronicles
“Refusing to give up my belief in Santa Pirate”


#373 Evergreen Village
All across the land thumps the heartbeat of culture, the building blocks of civilization: the small town. Common folk– decent folk– have come from all over. They live together, more-or-less in peace. Every small town is different, yet they’re the same.

What makes them similar is a strong sense of community: folks pulling together to help one another out. What makes them unique is that each town has a story to tell. My name is Johnny Rockinghorse, and I want to tell you one such story about my small town: Evergreen Village.

Our town is special for a couple of reasons. One is that we don’t exist all year ‘round. I believe the term is “Winter Community,” but Evergreen Village is even more unique: the town gets together for only three weeks a year. The other reason is the giant cat-monster, Shandy, but I’ll get to that later.

The Rockinghorse clan have been here for as long as anyone can remember. My great-grandfather, William Tecumseh Rockinghorse told me we were Native Evergreen Villagians. There are other old families, as well, who have been gathering for generations.

There is the Breadman family. Ginger and I grew up together, life-long friends(Sometimes I might wish for more, but in a small town like ours it gets hard to do anything unnoticed).

Then there is my best friend Jimmy Crackcorn. His family doesn’t have the best reputation, but I like Jimmy Crackcorn and I don’t care what anyone thinks.

Speaking of unsavory reps, you should hear what folks say about Bambi Bubblelight. She’s been here longer than I have, and you should see the outfits she wears. It’s as if she’s trying to compete with Kandy Kane, Evergreen Village’s other notorious citizen.

Each year here in Evergreen Village we have newcomers. I remember the year Ma and Pa Snomin showed up, in bad shape, obviously refugees from something terrible. They didn’t say much, but they were kind and hard-working, and Ma Snomin made the best pies, so the town took them in.

Another year Jangle Bill and Popsicle Stick Elf (everyone called him Li’l Poppy) showed up. Rolf Nutcracker and Worthington “Tinker” Bell tried to stir up trouble, saying these two were criminals, but Mayor Tanenbaum stepped in and said as long as they did their part and kept their noses clean Evergreen Village welcomed them.

Part of the reason Rolf and Tinker made waves is that Jangle Bill and Li’l Poppy showed up next to them. This brings up another tradition in Evergreen Village. We don’t have the same neighbors every year. When the town sets up, folks will call around, looking for friends.

One year Snow Giraffe is right next to the Bows (Derrick and Didley), and the next she’s sharing a fence with that forever-hippie Jenna “Acid” Reindeer.

This also can be the saddest time for us. When we’re calling around, seeing where everyone is, there are always one or two of us unaccounted for. I remember the year when Toe broke her leg. (She was one of the Mistle Sisters, and there wasn’t an ugly one in the bunch.) I helped her tend to it, and she kissed me! I was so excited to see her again the next year (and maybe get another kiss!), but she was nowhere to be found.

For the most part life is good, but we do have our challenges. With the Great War still going we have to cut the lights almost every night, which isn’t so bad as we younger folk can sneak around easier.

Speaking of lights, like most towns, we have our problems, and a while back it was the lights. For so long we’d only had white lights in Evergreen Village. Then one year some colored lights showed up. Some didn’t want the colored lights, but there they were. Others said the colored lights could stay, but those folk had to all live at the lowest end of the town.

The fight was pretty intense and almost split the town in two. However, the next year Rock Starr never showed up. He’d lived up at the very top of the town, and folks would often look to him for advice. In his place was the most beautiful woman anyone ever saw. Sugar Plumferi started calling her the “Angel,” and the name stuck.

For several days the Angel said nothing. The townsfolk went back to fighting over the lights. Then one day the Angel said that all the town should live as one, with both white and colored lights. Folks immediately came to their senses and adopted that policy, as the Angel could do no wrong.

For the most part life is peaceful here, but we do have some adventures. Sometimes at night there are storms, and we see these long strands of silver and gold lightning flashing in the trees. The lower half of the village also has to keep in constant vigilance for Shandy.

For those of you lucky to never live in a small town assailed by a giant cat-monster, I can tell you this: it ain’t fun. Shandy can wreak havoc all over the lower part of the village with her gargantuan paws. She seems to get excited by the flickering lights, and really anything that moves. Yes, fighting off Shandy can be a real pickle.

The biggest day, though, is about two weeks after everyone gets to town. There’s lot of small earthquakes and folks all get jostled a good bit, but we’re all so full of cheer by then that no one seems to mind.

So, there’s some sadness, adventure and even peril, but it’s these times that make us realize how precious the good stuff really is. Evergreen Village really is a swell place to be. I live for those three weeks every year. I love my friends and neighbors, and cherish every moment I get to spend with them. After all, that’s what small town values are all about. Making the most of your “quality time.” Enjoying each other, even with our faults. Gazing upon that beautiful Angel.

And of course avoiding giant cat-monsters.

Hyperion
December 20, 2005

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‘Preciate Thanks to Laureate and Kimbo
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Dan Fogelberg

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Dan Fogelberg

1951 – 2007

My first introduction to Dan Fogelberg came at my aunt’s wedding. One of my aunt’s friends—who was a dead ringer for Morticia Addams—was there to sing. Not only was she beautiful, but she could sing. The song she sang was “Longer Than.” However, because of some sort of timing glitch, when she was done they still weren’t ready for the wedding to start, so Morticia ended up singing the song several times. I remember thinking it funny at first, but then (having nothing else to do), I started listening to the lyrics. It really is a great wedding song.

Longer than, There’ve been fishes in the oceans
Higher than, any bird ever flew
Longer than, there’ve been stars up in the heavens
I’ve been in love with you

The imagery is simple and majestic, which is the way the music works too. The song should be nine kinds of cheesy but somehow never is.

A few years later, I somehow got locked into “Leader of the Band.” It’s funny how the more specific a story is the more it relates to people. None of the details correlated to my life yet I still felt like crying every time it would come on. I don’t know why, but even today, I would get choked up in a car if “Leader of the Band” came on the radio. Kids never know how to tell their parents what they REALLY want to say, and to see Dan get it right was an inspiring thing. There are so many great lines in the song, but this may be my favorite stanza:

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn’t wait
He earned his love
Through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand.


A “Thundering velvet hand.” That’s just pure poetry. I’m not sure there is a more emotional song in the world to me.

Except maybe “Same Old Lang Syne.” In my defense, this one is more the circumstances. It was 1995, and I had to drop out of college. I was confused, not understanding what was happening, and generally a wreck. I remember as if it were yesterday packing up my last bag and walking out of my dorm room to get in a friend’s car to head to the airport. On the radio was Fogelberg’s “Same Old Lang Syne.”

In the song he runs into an old flame on Christmas Eve and they spend the evening in his car, catching up over a few drinks. It’s a beautiful song and yet it’s so sad, and there is something almost pathetic about the two. They both have lives, they are not looking to trade them to recapture that “spark” they once had, and yet….

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

I don’t even know how to describe it, although I understand a bit what he’s talking about. It’s like this feeling that there should have been more, that the past can’t have meant that much at one point and now just fumbles through your fingers. Can our lives have been that meaningless that twenty years later a great love can have no more effect on us than a sad faint longing?

But I digress. I remember keenly the very last line, because it happened literally as I was walking out the door of my dorm room, which for all I knew could have been for the last time.

Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain –

At that moment, a slow sultry saxophone comes on to play the familiar notes of “Auld Lang Syne.” It is beautiful, poignant and very sad, which fits the song, Fogelberg’s music, and definitely my life at that moment. As long as I live I do not know if I will ever come up with as an effortlessly melancholy line as “the song turned into rain.”

Music should not be all doom and gloom, but sometimes we need the bittersweet sadness, and for those times in my life, I am thankful for Dan Fogelberg. Rest in Peace, Dan, and may you eventually find cheer.

[This post is borrowed from my blog. You can read the original post here. If you would like to hear these three songs, I have the videos posted over on Monkey Barn here.]

Life Lessons from Holiday Movies

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[I watched the last ten minutes of IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE last night, and I knew I needed to re-run this column. It fits with last Sunday's List of Best Christmas Specials. As you watch these holiday favorites with family and friends, remember the important life lessons. Heck: pass them off as your own and seem wise. It's all good. - H]

#70 Life Lessons From Holiday Movies

I was looking at the calendar the other day, and suddenly it hit me: it’s almost Festivus Season! I also happened to notice Christmas coming up, which I gather is another holiday this month. In an effort to provide a service to my loyal readers, I have been watching Christmas shows. I have discovered some life lessons that we all can use. Reflect on these here, and go out and watch your holiday favorites. You may just find your soul is lifted.

First on my list is the classic “Miracle on 34th Street.” And by the way, let me say something here: When we’re dealing with classic movies, stick with the original. I can’t stand it when people want to tamper with perfection (this also includes colorizing black and white movies, Ted Turner, you goat-kissing trolloc). Anyway, so you remember when Santa was on trial? The little girl was worried about what would happen to Santa, and her mother told her “Faith means believing even when it doesn’t make sense.” And she was right: Santa was saved. Remember that: Sometimes we have to believe even when it doesn’t add up.

Next up is the Dickens tale “A Christmas Carol” (there are several great renditions of this, but the 1951 version with Alister Sim is the definitive one). We all remember the story of Ebenezer Scrooge and his miserly ways, and how four ghosts visit him in the night. Scrooge sees his past, his present, and what his future could hold, and he wakes up in the morning a changed man; determined to make amends for all the wrongs he caused. The lesson here is that it is never too late to change your ways, no matter how old you are or what sins you have committed.

“A Christmas Story” shows us that if we’re not careful we can shoot our eyes out. No, seriously, despite the humorous tone and all the misadventures the kid gets into, at the end of the day, no matter how much trouble our family causes us or we cause them, our family is where we come home to, literally. We’d be wise to remember they are not our enemy.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention two wonderful Christmas cartoons. “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” shows us that presents aren’t the most important thing. But greater than that, we learn that it is the size of our heart that matters the most. “A Charlie Brown Christmas” is another heart-warming tale that reminds us that before there were Santa and presents, Christmas had another meaning.

Lastly, and most importantly, is the granddaddy of Christmas movies, “It’s a Wonderful Life.” George Bailey is the everyman who is always doing for others and can never catch a break. When a family member’s mistake can cost George his business and send him to jail, George is despondent and wishes he were never born. A guardian angel shows George what life would be like without him in it, and George begins to see the vast impact he’s had on his town, and even the whole country. George regains his joy for life and is once again happy to be alive with great family and friends. The message here is clear: your life matters. No matter how insignificant you feel, you do have an affect on those around you. You touch lives, many of which you will never know about. Don’t despair, for you are important. Don’t ever forget it.

Hyperion
November 25, 2001

Happy Birthday

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What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
-William C. Dix, from “The Manger Throne”

ADVENT
Friends, I will admit I have not yet gotten my stride on this Advent thing, but I think I turned the corner. Yesterday’s was decent, and today’s Advent Rocks 11.5 Casbahs! Please take a look, as I am discussing

How to Regain the Christmas Spirit

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[Another Christmas column from the very first year. You cannot imagine how controversial this was. It shouldn't be. All I was trying to do was take the Christian understanding of Jesus and mirror that with what his life must have been like. Whatever you believe about him, he wasn't a Saturday morning action figure. He was a real dude.]

#22 Happy Birthday

He was born a Bastard. His mother was a whore. His father was…well, no one knew who His father was. Some soldier passing through, maybe. His mother’s husband was a cuckold; too crazy or stupid to understand what had happened; making up lame stories to protect his young wife.

He had no formal education. He knew a bit, but when he tried to talk to the learned men of His town, all they could see was a boy who never went to school. He never was a financial success. He never owned a home. He did not have a business to pass on to his children. He did not even have children, or a wife for that matter. In fact, He never dated anyone at all. Not one Friday night out.

It is not that He did not love people. He loved more people than anyone I ever met; any ten people. But most of them did not return that love. The spurned Him, rejected, Him, kicked Him to the curb.

He was a philosopher, but He never wrote anything Himself. He was a public speaker, but He never collected appearance fees. He was well known in his country, but he never garnered an endorsement deal. For all of His work, He made no money at all; instead relying on the charity of others. In many ways, He was little more than a beggar. And it showed. He hung around with the lowest of the low: bums, prostitutes, peasants, the diseased and the destitute.

His friends were not much better. Most of them seemed embarrassed to know Him, and when the chips were down, they did not rush in to His aid. In fact, they betrayed Him right and left.

He ultimately made some important people very angry. He was beaten horribly. It is too graphic for me to go into details, but the description would put any “Faces of Death” video to shame. He was condemned to die for insurrection and rebellion: claiming to be a leader, a King no less, where he had no right to claim anything. He was executed as thousands jeered Him, but he died alone. More alone than anyone has ever been. He died with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and responsible for more evil than the worst villains in history.

By all earthly standards of His time, He was a miserable, miserable failure. And yet…

At the time of his death, there was a bill before the Roman Senate about Him. Rome, which then controlled over 60% of the world’s people, was considering declaring Him a god. The reason: He had healed hundreds, and thousands more had seen Him perform miracles. Rome was impressed, and several key Senators hoped to curry favor with Him by declaring Him such. His ideas impressed those who had listened to Him every day. They went out, took His message, and knocked over the world. Not nine pins down hoping to pick up the spare, but strike after strike after strike.

The Hindu religion, which boasts over 650 million followers, holds officially that He is the most evolved person ever, the highest order of creation. There is more written about Him in the Hindu cannon than in all western literature, and all of it is laudatory. Islam, home to over 840 million, calls him the greatest Teacher, and the greatest human to ever live. Several other major religions hold Him in high esteem, too.

If the saying “It’s not what you have, but whom you know” is correct, He has that covered too. He hangs around with the most influential people. It turns out He has a dad. Forget E.F. Hutton. When His dad speaks, EVERYBODY listens.

He has been written about, more than any other person has. In fact, if you took the number of books from #2-#153 and added them all up, they still would not equal the tomes about Him. There have been songs written about Him, too. You could sing for 80 years and not finish all of them. And while some did reject Him, more people have loved Him and do love Him than anyone else in History.

He has followers, enough to make any rock star or general green with envy. He is admired, respected, and cherished by billions the world over.

By any of today’s standards you want to use, He is a spectacular, phenomenal success.

I guess it is all how you look at it.

Hyperion
December 24, 2000

It Starts with Snow

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I don’t have a main post today because I am Guest Posting over on Tracy Lynn’s site. She asked me to be one of her 12 Guests of Christmas, after last year went over so well. (Actually I had horrible problems getting her the story last year, but it turned out well.) I wrote this year’s guest post with her audience in mind, which you should be, but even if you’re not, you will enjoy both the post and her site. So go visit and see the heart-warming story I wrote!

(And leave lots of comments, so it looks like my readers give a crap. In other words, the opposite of what you do here.)

Around the Institute

Advent
In case you’ve been Missing Out, I’m still pumping out Advents. Day 5 was about Pearl Harbor Day, Day 6 was Christmas Jokes, and Day 7 was a tribute to that Christmas lights on the house (in tune to the music) guy. Or, if you don’t want to click on each link, you can just visit the site and scroll.

And, make sure you check out today’s Advent, about people who don’t celebrate Christmas, and people who are trying to make others say “Happy Holidays” and the like instead.

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Institutionalized
On my Blog/Journal, I took a quiz on what kind of daemon I might have (for the new Golden Compass movie). I do not agree with what they came up with, but you can rate my daemon and take the quiz yourself, if you want.

Also, I made the playoffs in my Fantasy Football league. I give some of the facts of the past record-breaking season, and the upcoming challenge.

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Monkey Barn
Two Quizzes: What Pie are you (from Dragon) and the horrible ‘orrible What Crappy Christmas Gift are you? Made Hyperion actually swear. You will too.

Also, a great Garfield cartoon (the last line is my Holiday Motto), some truly crazy Christmas Barbies, a skeptical view of the upcoming Mitchell Report, and tons of other stuff. Enjoy.

Tis the Season

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In case you missed yesterday (it posted late), here it is again: Assault of the Dancing Santa.

Today’s Advent builds on yesterday’s and asks you to think about what makes you really feel like it’s Christmas: Advent Day 4 – That First Tingle.

Below I have the first Christmas column I ever wrote. It garnered a ton of feedback, and prompted an apology column (of sorts). Today it seems tame by comparison, and if I wrote it today it would be totally different. Still, some nostalgia….sniff sniff.

From December 2000……..

#19 Tis the Season

Quieta movere magna merces videbatur”

“Just to stir things up seemed great reward in itself.” –Sallust

Billy is six years old. His family is comfortably middle class. Billy is excited because Christmas is almost here, and that means Santa Claus is coming. Billy has seen pictures of Santa, but Billy has never personally seen Santa. Billy has heard Santa’s voice in movies and commercials, but Billy has never personally heard Santa. In fact, he would not be sure that Santa existed at all if it were not for one thing: Billy’s parents are the ones that told Billy about Santa. Billy’s parents would never lie to Billy. Every Christmas Eve, Billy’s mom helps Billy write a letter to Santa. Billy usually always gets most of what he asks for from Santa.

The next day, Santa comes through. Christmas day is a bonanza of gifts for Billy to open. Star Wars figures, Leggos, inline skates; even a scooter and once a puppy. Christmas is easily the best day of the year for Billy. Another great day is the day back to school; telling all his friends what he got, and seeing what they got. Billy notices that Juan and Mark never get very much, and Tony never gets anything at all. In the back of his mind, this bothers Billy. Everybody knows that Santa Claus gives gifts to those who are “nice”, and skips those who are “naughty”. Billy has no real reason to think that Juan, Mark, and Tony are bad kids (although one time Mark did hit Billy, but that was in Kindergarden, ages ago), and his friends never getting much vaguely trouble Billy. Nevertheless, Billy is six, and like most six year olds, mostly thinks about himself. Bottom line, Billy gets presents every year, and that is as far as Billy’s thinking goes.

Skip forward five years. Billy is now 11. He heard his friend Chris talking about Santa Claus, and saying some pretty mean things. Billy almost got in a fight with Chris, defending Santa Claus. How could anyone say anything against Santa? However, the thought takes hold in Billy’s mind, and he cannot let it go. Billy says nothing in the days leading up to Christmas, and he is still overjoyed to get many of the things he asked for from Santa. It is not quite as good, though, now that doubt about Santa has crept up. Billy asks him mom and dad about it, and they assure Billy that Santa Claus is as real as he is. This is comforting for a while, but eventually the thought returns. Billy thinks about it increasingly, finally realizing what Chris said must be true. Living at the North Pole, working with “elves”, traveling around the world in one night: Billy feels stupid now, believing what could not possibly be real. The wonder that he felt before is only matched now by the bitterness and disappointment. Worst of all: Billy’s parents lied to him. They had never done that before. Or had they? Billy starts to wonder about everything that his parents had told him. Were there other things they lied about?

Billy is six years old. His family is comfortably middle class. Billy is excited because tomorrow is Sunday, and that means going to church, where Jesus lives. Well, Jesus also lives in Billy’s heart. At least that is how his mom explained it…

Hyperion
December 15, 2000

Assault of the Dancing Santa

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Hey, folks, Hyperion here. Due to exigent circumstances, Internet access is a little bit spotty for the rest of the week. But the show goes on! Yesterday I posted Advent #2, taking advantage of what happened to talk about rolling with the punches. Today’s Advent (which was to be yesterdays, but, you get the idea), is called Assault of the Santa, and is about how the Christmas Season seems to come earlier and earlier. I read it to my family last night and it seemed to go over well, so give it a look, eh? Finally, about these Advents, I have gotten some negative feedback, accusing me of subverting the “Christian” origins of Advent, and deceiving the audience. That’s not my goal. I’m not trying to compete with your church. I do have Christmas columns coming that take a Christian perspective, but if you need spiritual Advent fulfillment, you’re better off finding it through your faith.

What I am trying to do is take the Advent Calendar tradition and marry that to International Day, giving us each five minutes a day where we’re not thinking about the stress of the season. The Advents will generally focus on perspective, and being grateful for what we have over complaining about what we don’t. And with that, we turn back to something from last week, a look at the best dance scenes from Movies. (There’s potpourri at the bottom, too.) Enjoy!

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Somehow, we got on to trying to come up with the best dance scenes in movies. Quickly I ascertained that Musicals and Movies solely about dance would have to be eliminated. There are too many of them, and it’s an unfair comparison. (We can do that list later, if there’s a clamor.)

My criteria was that the scene was memorable, the music good, the dancing actually good and the scene was important to the movie, and lastly, how iconic it was. My list may surprise you, but just remember: I’m right, you’re not.

THE TOP 15 DANCE SCNES FROM NON-MUSICAL MOVIES

#15 Can’t Buy Me Love – Nothing beats a young McDreamy in the African Anteater Ritual!!!!

#14 American President – I don’t know what’s better; the sweeping camera shot or the look on Richard Dreyfus’s face.

#13 Gone With the Wind – You know how they made a black version of “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” and “The Honeymooners.” I got their next project for them.

#12 Reservoir Dogs – One of the creepiest scenes ever, and begs the question, if the other guy is tied up, are you dancing with yourself? (see clip here)

#11 Exotica – There is no way to describe these scenes other than to see the movie, which you should (although: it will tear your head open). The film is about a stripper but like all Canadians, there is so much more going on below the surface. (See clip here, set to Leonard Cohen’s Everybody Knows)

#10 True Lies – Take your pick. I prefer the Tango with Tia Carrere (seen here), but you might like Jamie-Lee (here)

#9 Sin City – For where it comes in the movie, for the chaps, for the lasso, and for Nancy (see the clip here)

#8 Foot Loose – For me, the movie goes down hill when he survives the bulldozer

#7 Napoleon Dynamite – If only because it comes out of freaking nowhere, man!

#6 Risky Business – Perhaps the highlight of the tighty-whitey era

#5 Pulp Fiction – I think my favorite part might be how Travolta takes off his shoes and then his socks. It just builds tension in this kooky way.

#4 Dirty Dancing (sigh, the final scene, although I prefer the earlier 2, but I want women to talk to me again) – Nobody puts Baby outside of the Top 5! (Is that a child Dirty Dancing? Try to defend that, bitches!)

#3 From Dusk Till Dawn – I think if you have a daughter, and you name her Fantastico Pandemonium, you might as well give her a giant snake, because that’s where she’s headed. (And in this case, may I just say Thank the gods!)

#2 Young Frankenstein – Now that’s “Puttin’ on the Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

and the #1 dance scene in a non-musical is……

#1 Saturday Night Fever – Never have so many women simultaneously wanted one man. For that matter, never have so many men simultaneously wanted one man. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you John Travolta!

Potpourri

  1. The original Rank Everything post can be found here.
  2. All the blog posts from the last few days are on the computer that isn’t internet connected, so bear with me on that.
  3. October is now collated. You can find the link here. Highlights include the two math columns and the subsequent fights in the Comments with Bear.
  4. Over on Monkey Barn there is plenty o’ material, including one of the Barners giving birth!