In the interview, this guy says that when he was growing up, they taught "Values Clarification" and played this game in his school. I want to know what kind of scary ass school he went to, and was it in Nazi Germany?
« Anecdotal Evidence To Support My Claim Of Superior Knowledge... You'd Eat It Up If I Performed It Live To A Catchy Gospel, Rock Or Rap Tune! | Main | It's Friday The 13th... Do You Know Where Your Life Is Heading? Muah-Hah-Ah. »
TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d8341c22f253ef00e5504fb7998834
Listed below are links to weblogs that reference Steve Taylor Rides Again:
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Fun fun! I'm all for throwing old ladies out the window.
Posted by: Gary | Monday, April 09, 2007 at 09:48
Frist off, at the end of the video, when the techer pulls her/himself back up to the window, I was like, "What is wrong with her hands?" Then I realized she is using her shoes to hoist herself onto the window sill.
Are you ready for this? I learned that too as a kid! I swear! I don't know if it was in school, or girl scouts or what, but I remember an adult posing the same ideal to me and a group of kids....wait, I remember now. It was in our gifted class! OMG! Yes, the teacher took a whole semester and taught values clarification. He even had a computer game based on the material that I was required to play one hour a week. He actually tallied minutes spent playing the game. And we got credit for this????
I'd pick the mentally handicapped guy for the lifeboat becuase retarded people are always happy and smiling. I'd also pick the granny because grannies set the world on fire without anyone ever noticing. Stealth, they are.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Monday, April 09, 2007 at 09:51
Old ladies and retards. It's funny because they can't swim! Ha!
But seriously Iambic Sarannemeter, no I'm not ready for that. Really? They taught that to you in school? I just can't wrap my head around the idea that a post WWII U.S. was teaching children in elementary school which members of society were less valuable, and to then drown them. I always thought this song was a bit of an affect! Guess not.
Posted by: messiestobjects | Monday, April 09, 2007 at 10:01
After survival of the fittest was illustrated to us, it was then illustrated that we need to care for the less-fortunate members of society...or something to that nature. In effect, the....wrongness?....of the....teaching?....was the point in hand. It's all so creepy. When I say I grew up in rural America, there's little else to say.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Monday, April 09, 2007 at 12:33
they tried to elimate me several times, but I wasnt having it.
evil is hard to kill.
Posted by: jessica | Monday, April 09, 2007 at 12:46
So is Harry Potter. He survived the Death Curse. Gandalf is hard to kill as well. Now I think he is officially invincible, having graduated to the ranks of White Wizard and all.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Monday, April 09, 2007 at 15:44
Huh. Well, it takes all kinds, right? Unless you're on a small lifeboat, that is. I hope you are teaching your children about this very important state-sanctioned geriatricide lesson that you learned in your youth... pass on the wisdom, pass it on.
Jessica you're not evil, just dangerous.
Posted by: messiestobjects | Monday, April 09, 2007 at 15:55
Of course I'm teaching my children that they are worthless peices of shit unless they have two eyes and perfect teeth. They have appointments with the orthodontist next week.
Jessica, you are a loose cannon. A renagade. You are to be feared by all, except myself, of course. I have two eyes and perfect teeth.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Monday, April 09, 2007 at 21:45
Wait, what's a renagade? I don't think I can call a person a renagade. I need to start staying up later. I have been getting way too much sleep.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 07:54
I decided on the way home from work
that i was going to join the military and fulfill a life long dream of mooching off the govt. of course i would shave my head. of course i would be beat daily because of my bad attitude and uncontrolable temper.
then i remembered how hot field hockey practice was in high school and that this would be worse and decided to have a different dream
i have good teeth. a few missing, but the survivors are ok
Posted by: jessica | Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 08:37
I am bored.
Posted by: Jessica | Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 09:27
I like to say "messiestobjects messy life " to the tune of "my pretty poney"
it has a nice ring to it.
Posted by: Jessica | Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 12:37
Would a millitary chick make the cut for the lifeboat?
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 14:12
No! Not My Pretty Pony! Stop that right now Spanky. At least sing it to the tune of something cool and manly, like the Transformers. I have a reputation to keep up, you know.
And I think that a military chick would probably be ok because she'd throw everyone else off, and anyway is the only one who could survive for any length of time by killing sea turtles to drink their blood.
Posted by: messiestobjects | Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 17:58
Thank you, Michael. I now have a fear of lifeboats and if ever I find myself upon a sinking ship I will opt to jump overboard and swim to shore rather than drink sea turtle blood. Nice. Very nice. I will put this new fear on the shelf with my unnatural fear of blot clots, heart attacks, aneurysms (which are like blot clots), cockroaches, bees, armageddon, house fires and stray bullets.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 22:09
Don't be afraid, Saranne... be glad that you now have the knowledge that you need in order to survive should you ever find yourself lost at sea in a lifeboat. I think it's probably worse to die of dehydration and exposure at sea than it is to drink sea turtle blood... plus, turtle shell as sun umbrella! You'll be the envy of all the cool lost-at-sea types.
Posted by: messiestobjects | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 00:50
im not drinking turtle blood not now, not ever.
i would consider drinking pretty pony blood though.
Posted by: jessica | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 06:14
This is something that gets taught by someone every generation... different forms maybe. There's a debate in congress right now to introdue a bill that supports voluntary suicide at age 65 and the caveat is that people won't have to pay death taxes if they choose this option. There's always the controversy with abortion and many argue for assisted suicide. There is also a wave of thought out there regarding assisted suicide for those who can't function in the mainstream (old & infirm, overtly psychotic, severely MR....). ST's little video (cira '85) is just a cute attempt to bring some awareness into that debate at that time... You guys are great and I do so love the stream-of-thought process that occurs...
Posted by: Dad | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 06:31
"There's always the controversy with abortion and many argue for assisted suicide."
Dad, is this suggesting that women who have attained an unwanted pregnancy should kill themselves rather than have abortions? Because that opens up a whole new level of survival of the fittest and the long-term effect, keeping stereotypes in mind, just might ease my fear of random gun fire on city streets.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 08:00
Let's call it "Nipping It In the Bud."
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 08:01
Or "Breaking the Chain." Yeah, I like this one better.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 08:02
Stream-of-thought? Ain't none of that here... stream-of-words, certainly, but be careful throwing around those kinda high fallutin' ideas around here.
Speaking of stream-of-thought Sarannemeter, I think that my Dad meant those to be two separate things, not that accidentally pregnant women should kill themselves.
Somewhat related to your last comment, there was actually a study once linking the legalization of abortion (circa Roe vs. Wade) to the decrease in the crime rate in NYC... meaning since there were less unwanted births by alcoholic drug-addicted street crack whore mommas, there were less people with traumatic childhoods growing up thinking that crime and addiction were the only way to live.
Spanky, save me some My Little Pony blood, that sounds delish.
Posted by: messiestobjects | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 09:15
If i ruled the world, id free all my people.
Posted by: Jessica | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 09:15
Mike - that study you're talking about is from the book "Freakonomics"
http://www.freakonomics.com/blog/
I read it, it was pretty interesting.
Posted by: Gary | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 09:32
If I were King, I'd wear a ring, and never hurt my people...
I'd stay alert and dress to kill, I might even slip you something...
Posted by: Gary | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 09:35
slip you something eh??
gary you dirty dog. but i admire the finesse it will take you to screw your entire kingdom.
Posted by: jessica | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 10:21
I keep meaning to read that book too... supposed to be excellent. I think I must have read an online excerpt of it at one point.
If I were King, I'd have the best rock-n-roll band ever.
Posted by: messiestobjects | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 10:33
how does "slip you something" = screw? I always thought it was a drug reference.
Posted by: Gary | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 10:38
I suppose you are right...but i can see it both ways.
perhaps my mind is just so filthy i can even recognize your "pure" drug refrence.
but if a dude came up and told me he was gonna "slip me something'
i would still think a weenie was headed my way.
some of us are sicker than others.
Posted by: Jessica | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 11:13
sounds like wishful thinking to me
Posted by: Gary | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 12:19
You wish I would slip you a weiner??? whaaaa?? gary..wow...ok then....oh wait..you mean that "i" want your weiner?
Well I should say not. i dont have any use for married gary weiners.
if you were anything other...well then the chase is on
Posted by: Jessica | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 12:52
It is. Har, har!
If I were king.....I'd....um, I don't wanna be a king because I'm already a queen. I rule everything with which I come in contact. Perfectly.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 12:56
you are a terd burglar (sara)
Posted by: jessica | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 13:11
I guess it's fitting that the song is by Ween.
Posted by: Gary | Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 14:35
ween. hahahahahah
thanks for the cheese ball links gary. appreciate it
Posted by: spankerific | Thursday, April 12, 2007 at 08:05
Oh, good. Michael hasn't posted anything new that I don't have time to read. Just popping in to say hello. No Folgers for me. I can't stay long. Just wanted see how McSmartypants is progressing.
Toodles.
Posted by: SaranneFosselmanMiller | Thursday, April 12, 2007 at 23:14
Oh thank you so much for rubbing it in. Nothing new. Yup, that's me. Ho hum. I suppose that it's time to post again soon... meh. Maybe tomorrow. It'll be a dull one, I'm sure.
Posted by: messiestobjects | Friday, April 13, 2007 at 00:05
What's wrong with turtle blood? Tastes like chicken.
Posted by: Volguus | Monday, April 16, 2007 at 08:53