I’ve never watched Jimmy Fallon but these clips from his interview with Monty Python has to be the best I’ve ever seen. Poor Fallon probably needed a stiff drink afterwards.
Thanks to John Cleese for posting this on Facebook otherwise I would never have seen it.
Bonus Question: Can you remember where you were when you first saw/heard of Monty Python?
That’s the big news here in Spokane. A local mental hospital that houses criminally insane patients, took a group of their patients to the local fair going on this week. From CNN:
Paul, 47, escaped from the fair around noon, which launched the massive manhunt and brought criticism from many, including state government officials. Sheriff’s officials told CNN affiliate KREM-TV that Paul also escaped briefly in 1991 and assaulted a law enforcement officer.
I wonder if this story doesn’t call for being featured on Brother Jack’s blog as aMindless Yob in the News. Not the murderer, though, the idjits who took his to a fair!
Needless to say, there’s been a lot of flak over this and people are pointing the finger left and right looking for someone to blame. I’ve heard more about the blame since Paul escaped than I’ve heard about what’s being done to track down this guy, and lock him up, with his meds, for good.
Here’s another tidbit showing what this fellow is like when he’s not on his meds:
Paul was committed to Eastern State Hospital after admitting he strangled and slit the throat of community activist Ruth Motley in 1987, KREM-TV reported. According to court documents obtained by KREM, Paul believed Motley was a witch and killed her in response to voices in his head.
He subsequently burned a deer carcass as a sacrifice, according to the documents.
The extent of Paul’s illness was disturbing even to mental health professionals, KREM reported.
Yesterday I had an appointment downtown with the doc. Where I go to the doc is an area of Spokane that appeals to people like Paul. Usually I go alone to my appointments, but Richard went with me since this guy was probably somewhere in Spokane.
Ain’t my husband sweet?
How many times have you been advised to look at something from a different perspective?
It generally doesn’t help, especially if you”ve already made your mind up. As adults, that really isn’t a luxury we can afford as we get older. Legalese and purposeful obfuscation (found in anything from insurance to social security paperwork) make that an impossibility. For us, there is generally one way to look at things and we damn well better accept it, deal with it, and stop whining about it.
Irving Penn, Hippie Family, San Francisco, 1967
I liked looking at things upside-down. Hanging from a tree with my once flexible knees bent over a branch that could break any moment allowed me to see things from a more fascinating point of view. The other way I liked to look at things, or rather hear things, was under the water. Pool or bathtub, it didn’t matter. It was me.
When I was upside-down, or submerged beneath the water, I was in a kind of Wonderland that was pleasant to get lost in. Those things that scared me, didn’t seem so scary then. Of course, I was blessedly ignorant of those troubles my parents dealt with on a daily basis.
It makes me breathe easier that I am not a parent.
Put aside that I’m not a Nurturer and I’m the mother that would leave her kids at the mall and wouldn’t give the fact that they are missing a thought until, maybe, dinnertime I do believe that having children is a blessing. Not a gift to be looked at passively.
Children are magical beings. Remember, they can look at things in ways we adults cannot remember ever seeing in such a way. Children are able to draw an adult into their world, if briefly, but it’s enough to give us adults a reminder that once we were so free.
I don’t like the news; printed or digital or television. Too often I see or hear stories of mothers or fathers who have no clue what a gift their children are. There are too many such stories and the fact that you just need to Google the news and can find such a story everyday — that’s frightening.
Do you have children? When’s the last time they drew you into their magical world?
Peace out, man.
I am seeking a question.
