I’m a series of wins that’s uncommonly rare;
I’m a light-colored strand dyed in dark-colored hair;
I’m a line in the sky caused by lightning-bolt flare;
And to run out in public while totally bare.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by TeacherWoods. See comments for answer.
I’m a character known by a well-defined trait;
What you say that you watch when you’re watching your weight;
I’m an action-primed doll; how Olympians skate;
Or a shape that they trace, like the numeral eight.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Bronx Richie. See comments for answer
I’m a magical feat caused by legerdemain;
I am dirty when found in a vicious campaign;
I’m the cards in a round that you try to obtain;
And the threat that some Halloween greetings contain.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Justin. See comments for answer.
I’m a language or history many can claim;
I am knowledge or sense when you all have the same;
I’m a non-scientific vernacular name;
And the lack of a title, or similar shame.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Anonymous. See comments for answer.
I’m the pixels per inch that a screen can display;
A December-made promise that’s broken by May;
I’m a point for debate; the last act of a play;
And what organizations can vote to convey.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by DeLisa. See comments for answer.
I’m an action symbolic for fashion or peace;
I’m an off-hand remark, or prepared press release;
A description a witness might give to police;
And a bank-issued letter of balance increase.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by DeLisa. See comments for answer.
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
If you’re curious, the text I used was my most recent prose blog post that doesn’t have any images, quotes, or subheadings.
I’m the sound when a window is struck by a ball;
A computer malfunction; a stock market fall;
I’m to stay with a friend; or to just hit the wall;
And attending where you’re not invited at all.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Anonymous. See comments for answer.
According to my sister, there’s a scene in Back to the Future where Doc Brown sets the clock in the DeLorean to a day 25 years in the future. Today. And today, probably not coincidentally, also marks the 25th anniversary of the US premiere of the film.
Of course, the real target year for the franchise will be 2015, when we can see how the future as depicted in Back to the Future II compares to the real thing. Until then, I invite you to enjoy this very funny song from Tom Wilson, who played Biff in the trilogy:
Back to the Future IV, not happening? I guess that makes sense. You can’t really do another BTTF movie without Michael J. Fox, and he is more or less retired from acting due to his illness. But do we really need a Back to the Future IV? Or is what we really need a remake of the original movie? Follow along with me, as I imagine what that might look like. And as this is a rough sketch, I invite readers to contribute to the vision, or even modify it as needed.
The film would star today’s version of Michael J. Fox as Marty McFly. I don’t know who that would be, but that’s kind of the point. The movie isn’t for me, it’s for today’s teenagers.
The year is 2015, and Marty McFly is a teenager who is an aspiring video game designer. He gets a call from his friend, Doc Brown, and goes to meet him. Marty learns that Doc Brown has created a time machine out of a Prius, and has bought some enriched yellowcake uranium in order to generate the 1.21 gigawatts needed to fuel it. Doc Brown pronounces “gigawatts” correctly this time. Homeland Security shows up and arrests the Doc, while Marty escapes in the Prius to the year 1985.
At first, he’s not sure what’s going on. He can’t get a signal on his iPhone, so he goes into a restaurant and asks where he can get online. The manager tells him he’s the only customer waiting, so there’s no need to get on line. Marty shows him his phone and asks where he can get reception. The manager tells him there’s a reception in the back. Marty asks how many bars he can get, and the manager asks him for ID.
Leaving the restaurant, Marty sees his young father, George, and follows him. Marty sees that George is about to be hit by a car, and pushes him out of the way. Marty is hit by the car instead. He wakes up to find a teenage version of his mother, Lorraine, who keeps calling him Isaac Mizrahi. He joins the rest of the family for dinner, which they eat while watching Family Ties. After dinner, they play Super Mario Brothers on the family’s new Nintendo Entertainment System. Marty quickly gets bored and wanders off.
Marty looks up Doc Brown, who points out that to send Marty back, they need to generate the 1.21 gigawatts (pronouncing it wrong this time) to power the time machine. Marty looks on his iPhone to find the next thunderstorm. He can’t connect, of course, but Doc Brown notices that Marty’s iPhone wallpaper is a digital picture of himself with his brother and sister, and his brother’s image is starting to pixelate. They realize that Marty prevented his parents from meeting, and he has to get them back together, so they can have their first kiss at the Pac Man Fever dance hosted by the school.
Marty tries to befriend George, but ends up crossing Biff, the local bully. To escape Biff, Marty borrows a skateboard from a local kid, and sticks a broom handle on the end to fashion a makeshift scooter, which he’s more experienced riding. Think about that for a second.
At first, George doesn’t want to go along with the plan. But Marty, knowing George is into science fiction, shows him a video clip of Avatar on the iPhone and George is so freaked out that he’s willing to trust Marty. He’s supposed to punch out Marty to protect Lorraine, but he ends up punching out Biff instead and the rest is history.
At the Pac Man Fever dance, Marty rolls his eyes at the primitive video game technology, and describes in great detail for those in attendance about his favorite video game, Grand Theft Auto. At the end of his description, he finds everyone staring at him slack-jawed. He realizes they may not be ready for a video game where you drive around stealing cars and beating up prostitutes, “but your kids are gonna love it.”
Your move, Robert Zemekis.
I know I haven’t been blogging much lately, but we just reached 50,000 hits, and so what better way to celebrate the 4th of July than to break out our favorite cake? (I didn’t get a shot of the SiteMeter counter.)
The 50,000th hit came in from Palm Bay, Florida on June 27th at 9:41pm. The visitor followed a link from this page to get here.
At this point in time, the blog’s Technorati authority is 104.
Once again, many thanks to all who have visited, and continue to visit. I can’t really say I’ve earned the last 10,000 hits, but hopefully the milestone will inspire me to return to daily posting.