Author: Bob Benz

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Movie Bob

tiger, tiger burning bright …

“When I lie on the beach there naked, which I do sometimes, and I feel the wind coming over me and I see the stars up above. And I am looking into this very deep, indescribable night, it is something that escapes my vocabulary to describe. Then I think, God, I have no importance, whatever I do or don’t do, or what anybody does, is not more important than the grains of sand that I am lying on, or the coconut that I am using for my pillow. So I really don’t think in the long sense.”
— Marlon Brando

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Web Bob

Bamm-Bamm Rubble walks among us

I was a major Flintstones fan as a child, and I especially liked Bamm-Bamm, the Rubbles’ muscle-bound kid. Imagine my surprise when NPR had a brief thing on a kid in England who has abnormally developed muscles. But that wasn’t nearly as cool as finding a photo of Muscle Baby on Yahoo. And of course, there’s a story, too.

Gotta love the Internet. Yahoo’s photo page is the same place that’s currently featuring Rasputin’s penis. That’s pretty damn cool, too, though I’m not convinced it’s the real deal. Also, the ultra cool part of that photo is the woman who is examining the specimen. The look on her face is priceless.

And speaking of the Flintstones, I dug Bamm-Bamm, but I totally drew the line at the Great Gazoo. What a wanker. He was the cartoon equivalent of Oliver on the Brady Bunch. A sure sign of a show that’s jumped the shark.

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Books

Happy Bloomsday

Almost forgot that today is Bloomsday, and the 100th anniversary at that. Google did a neat Joyce thingy with its logo. Check it out, or if it’s already gone, you can see it here.

I’d hoped to get through Ulysses by now, but I’m still slogging away. I got about half-way through and started getting sidetracked by other books (most recently, Cormac McCarthy’s “Blood Meridian,” which is awesome.) For some reason, Joyce is a cold weather read for me. I really need to finish it, though. I’m getting a lot more out of it this time through. The first time left me mostly bewildered. Now it’s all coming together, thanks to Harry Blamires’ The New Bloomsday Book.