Golden Earring

(At left: Snakes on Air France!)

This weekend, we shall attend Bastille Days in Cathedral Square Park, always my favorite Milwaukee festival. Wine, music, and the opportunity to eat the legs of indicator species. If you go, keep a watchful eye out for the evil assassin life-sized puppets.

Oh, and that screaming that comes across the sky? That's the Thunderbirds, for the Air Expo.

There's also the South Shore Frolics this weekend.

If you attend any of the events, try playing hipster bingo. It will also be important to be up on your mullet taxonomy.

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Someone should revitalize the Twilight Zone again. I know this happens every couple of years, but I think we could all use a weekly fantastic/eerie anthology series with nice moral messages tucked in at the end. The Twilight Zone is kind of like yogurt-covered pretzels -- not neccessarily good for you, but a lot better than the crap you're eating now. If you buy the rights and assemble a production company, I will happily provide several ideas for the show.

Twilight Zone Idea No. 1:
(Conjuring voice of Rod Serling, "Imagine if you will...")
A reknowned but aloof black baseball player (Barry Bonds, essentially) is up to bat in the last inning of regular season play. A win in this game gets his team into the play-offs, and he's at a full count. At the final pitch, we hear the crack of the bat and the ball sails off towards the modern, full-screen scoreboard. As we watch, the scoreboard morphs into a 1950's style scoreboard -- box scores without the bells and whistles. Somehow, our player has traveled fifty years back in time, and now finds himself the only black player on an all-white team. To put it simply, Barry Bonds becomes Jackie Robinson. In order to return to his own timeline, our player has to take the 1950's team into the play-offs, despite the lack of harmony among his team and within the larger culture. In the process, our player discovers his real responsibility to community and fans and history.

I've got more.

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Also check out The Green Lantern Theory of Geopolitics.

And, from the World Cup final, all the Zidane headbutting funnies you'd ever need.

Finally: RIP Red Buttons, who never got a dinner. (He did get to costar with Lynda Carter on Wonder Woman, however...)