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G’bye

Well. Carol Channing has died, age 97. As often happens, I didn’t realize she was still alive, and now she’s not.

Banging around the tubes, I found the above: Carol with Mary Tyler Moore and Julie Andrews. Thoroughly Modern Millie, which I never saw.

One of the signature songs from that film was “Jazz Baby” from 1919, which Wikipedia says they had to buy back from the Washburn-Crosby Company, manufacturers of Wheaties, who had used it with variations for an advertising jingle since 1926.

The link from the Wikipedia article is dead to me (“not released in my country”), but I found this 1926 Wheaties jingle which…honestly doesn’t sound anything like “Jazz Baby” to me, but someone in the comments says it’s the first use of a jingle in a radio ad. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

While you’re there, please enjoy all these other Wheaties ads. Said it before, I’ll say it again — there needs to be a word for that thing you do where you start off with a simple Google search and find yourself an hour later squinting at Bruce Jenner eating Wheaties.

p.s. oh, yah — congratulations to peacelovewoodstock who wins the Dead Pool with Carol Channing. Y’all know what that means!

Comments


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: January 15, 2019, 9:30 pm

I dont think young’ens comprehend what a big deal Carol Channing was back in the day. She always made people laugh.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 15, 2019, 10:43 pm

I don’t mean to frighten you, Ric Fan, but I have long suspected there aren’t any young’ens reading this blog.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: January 16, 2019, 12:53 am

…there needs to be a word for that thing you do where you start off with a simple [web] search and find yourself an hour later squinting at Bruce Jenner eating Wheaties.

Hypno-Serenclickity


Comment from Mark Matis
Time: January 16, 2019, 2:15 am

Well that’s fine as long as it’s Bruce Jenner that you are squinting at, instead of “What’s Its Groin”…


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: January 16, 2019, 3:40 am

Peacelovewoodstock won – we know what that means?

Uh – that Teresa May won’t have to form a new government?

🙂
Farewell Carol, you always seemed like the maiden aunt I never…oh, wait, I DID have one.
NVM then.

I still really wish I’d won.
But you know what this means RBG Deadpool claim jumpers!

In retrospect I suppose it’s wrong for me to want this, but….

Let’s git ‘er done!


Comment from peacelovewoodstock
Time: January 16, 2019, 11:28 am

SW>Peacelovewoodstock won – we know what that means?

I know what it means! It means dick!


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: January 16, 2019, 12:33 pm

I’m 36, do I count as a young’un?


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: January 16, 2019, 1:56 pm

Said it before, I’ll say it again — there needs to be a word for that thing you do where you start off with a simple Google search and find yourself an hour later squinting at Bruce Jenner eating Wheaties.
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“Going down the rabbit hole”?

Though Uncle Al’s “hypno-serenclickity” is pretty darn good too.


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: January 16, 2019, 5:16 pm

“Though Uncle Al’s “hypno-serenclickity” is pretty darn good too. ”

I keep expecting the day will come when I reach the red and white stripped barricade that says “you have reached the end of the Internet”.

But not today.

As an example, today it was a giant girondola (world’s biggest) firework taking off in Thailand.

Followed by reading the comments of dull soulless drones who weren’t impressed by how cool that was and lamented “so much smoke” and “so much pollution” and mumbled “why”.

I know these people. They are the descendants of the dull folk who said “why” and stayed behind in the mud wallow when our ancestors wandered over the hill to see what was in the next valley.

The answer is sometimes “to see if we can” and sometimes “because it’s cool”, and sometimes it’s just “heh, hold my beer”.

And that’s why I’ve never found that barricade saying “You have reached the end of the internet” and hope I never will.


Comment from Mark Matis
Time: January 16, 2019, 8:58 pm

Atucally, DurnedYankee, THOSE people are Western “leaders” in every nation. Congress, Parliament, and the rest of the sewage.


Comment from Can’t Hark My Cry
Time: January 16, 2019, 9:01 pm

I love “hypno-serenclickity”! Can we start using it?


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: January 16, 2019, 10:06 pm

I just did a DuckDuckGo search and found only one hit on “hypno-serenclickity” – and it was sweasel.com!

So, with neither further folderol nor hoopla, I hereby release “hypno-serenclickity” into the public domain.


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: January 16, 2019, 10:19 pm

Uncle Al – this sounds like it should be in that Italian dude’s song about “how English sounds to people who don’t speak it”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URaMfW0SW1Q

Every time I listen to it, I can almost “understand” him.


Comment from Can’t Hark My Cry
Time: January 17, 2019, 1:39 pm

Thank you, Uncle Al!


Comment from PJ
Time: January 17, 2019, 1:50 pm

Where I work, we call getting lost in the clicks “squirreled” after the lovely dog in the film “Up” who is distracted by squirrels. Usage: I got squirreled. I’ve been squirreling. Look! Squirrel. Long time reader, never posted. Yay.


Comment from unkawill
Time: January 18, 2019, 3:00 am

“hypno-serenclickity” Love it!


Comment from LesterIII
Time: January 18, 2019, 5:51 pm

That is a truly accurate and descriptive term, Uncle Al! You just earned yourself a no-strings-attached pass to the VIP area at The Estate.


Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: January 20, 2019, 9:04 am

You really should get a copy of Thoroughly Modern Millie. It really is quite entertaining.

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