Introducing a New Year of Halloween Skeletons

The Halloween season is here again, the time of year when it feels as if there should be some cool adventure to be had.  I don’t know exactly what it would be.  A full zombie apocalypse might be too much to ask, but something should happen.  And of course it never does.   

Also it is the spooky time of year when the days are overtaken by darkness, and I am again inspired to undertake my unrealized dream of writing fiction, particularly some sort of fantastical horror.  And sometimes I’ll get an idea, or even start to write something, but it never works out, because I lack storytelling ability.      

And again I find myself critiquing the scientific accuracy of fake animal skeletons used as Halloween decorations.  On would think that after two years and seven installments, I would run out of material.  But I keep finding more (mostly) wonky skeletons.  Using fake skeletons, both human and animal, in Halloween decorating has become a huge trend; indeed, in 2017, the year in which I started this series, the Wall Street Journal had an article on the popularity of such decorative skeletons. 

Here are links for the series from the past two years:

The Home Depot Tyrannosaurus

The Raven

Assorted Mammals

The, Um, Spider

The Home Depot Triceratops

The Bat

Frogs

The Graveyard of Decorative Plastic Halloween Skeletons (not technically part of the series, but related)

Ric Ocasek

Rick Ocasek, the leader of one of my favorite bands, the Cars, died in September.

My time writing this blog has seen the deaths of members of some of my favorite bands, specifically Ray Manzarek, Keith Emerson, and Greg Lake, as well as of others who, though not among my absolute favorites, were still immensely talented musicians whose work I enjoyed, like Tom Petty and David Bowie.  I haven’t blogged about any rock star deaths (with the exception of a brief mention of Clarence Clemons), but I felt that I had to blog on Ocasek because the Cars were a band for whom the height of their success aligned significantly with own life; Heartbeat City was one of the first albums (if not the first album) that I ever bought, back when albums came in the form of cassette tapes.  

The Cars were kind of a classic rock band, and kind of an alternative band.  And some people even see them  as something of a punk band, or at least punk-adjacent, but to me they sound more like an art rock band that played only shorter songs.  And whatever they were, they had lots of Top 40 songs in the Eighties, which shows how much better popular music in the Eighties was than popular music today, because today a band that awesome (if one still existed) couldn’t get within a mile of the Top 40.  

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Coincidentally, just prior to Ocasek’s death, I was considering writing a humorous blog post about giving up on the modern world entirely, and going “Full Generation X”.  

(I don’t know what particular aspect of modern life would spur me to abandon it, but I suspect that it might be K-pop, which, for those who don’t know, is an entertainment phenomenon in which a group of twenty to thirty 14-year-old Asian Michael Jackson impersonators performs synchronized dance moves.) 

Once I went Full Generation X, my personality would undergo profound changes, including:

*I would speak only in quotes from the movie Heathers.  

*My memory would start to get fuzzy around the last year of Seinfeld, and would end entirely following the final season of Friends.

*Whatever cognitive processes that had once occurred in my brain would be replaced completely by Cars songs.

(Tele)Visions of the Past

[I started this post in March or April, and did not finish it until October, which shows that I am no good at getting things done on time, but most people reading probably already know that.]

March was a bad month for television stars relevant to my generation, the dreaded (or, perhaps more accurately, largely ignored) Generation X. 

First came the death of Luke Perry. He played Dylan on Beverly Hills, 90210, which was inescapable for people my age.  (It was the hot teen show when I was a teenager.)

Beverly Hills, 90210 began the trend of teen soap operas, and ever since then there has been at least one teen soap on the air (Dawson’s Creek, The O.C., Gossip Girl, etc.).  Perry had a role on the latest teen soap, Riverdale (the Spock-with-a-beard version of Archie Comics), bringing his career, and in some ways the teen soap genre itself, full circle.  

Then we learned that Jan Michael-Vincent had died.  (He had actually died in February, but it wasn’t publicly reported until March.)  He played Stringfellow Hawke, the lead character on Airwolf.  Airwolf was a show about a heavily-armed combat helicopter from the time when helicopters abounded on prime time television  (Airwolf, Blue Thunder, Magnum, P.I., Riptide . . . ).  And the helicopters were part of a larger prime time television trend of fistfights, car chases, and explosions that made the Eighties a great time to be a ten-year-old boy.

Finally there was the enormous college admissions scandal, which implicated, among many others, Lori Loughlin, who played Aunt Becky on Full House.  

Full House was an intensely stupid show, but I watched it, because in those days I would watch almost anything. (Nobody had the internet yet.) 

If anything good is to come from this scandal, it is that Lori Loughlin might be forced, under oath, in a court of law, to explain whatever happened to predictability, the milkman, the paperboy, evening TV. 

At this point I would like to write a humorous courtroom dialogue between Lori Loughlin and a prosecuting attorney, filled with lots of snarky references to Full House.  But I can only really remember three concrete things about the show:

1.  Uncle Jesse played drums with the Beach Boys.

2.  Uncle Joey had some sort of Ranger Woodchuck puppet.

3.  Someone named Kimmy Gibbler existed.  

About That Last Post . . .

A minimal amount of internet searching reveals that there is actually a huge amount of discussion on the similarities between Taylor Swift’s “Lover” and Mazzy Star’s “Fade into You”—like this and this and this and this and this and this and this.

  And that makes my previous post feel entirely redundant and pointless.  But it’s my own fault for failing to keep up with the current state of Taylor Swift scholarship.

Taylor and Mazzy

Does anyone else think that the new Taylor Swift single (“Lover”) sounds like a lamer version of the Mazzy Star song “Fade into You”?

(And yes, I could google to find out if anyone else does think that, but I’m too lazy.)

For the lawyers out there, I will note that I am not alleging actual plagiarism, just noting similarities between the two songs in terms of the 3/4 time signature, the use of piano, and the overall tone of the vocals.  

Heron Spearfishing

Here we see a Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) holding what I think is a Grass Carp (Ctenopharyngodon idella) in a tributary of the Potomac.  Close examination reveals that the heron has not bitten the fish, but rather has apparently speared it.  The heron walked around with the fish like this for a few minutes, presumably waiting for it to die, then dropped it back into the water to eat it.

I have to wonder if there have been any scientific studies of this type of spearfishing by birds.  (I imagine that there have been although I don’t know the scientific literature well enough to say.)  I recall that it was was once proposed, and then dropped, as a potential feeding behavior for certain types of long-jawed pterosaurs (although I can’t find a link for this).

Mockingbird on Razor Wire

I have had a Mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos) picture on the blog before, but this bird ups the ante by perching on razor wire.

I imagine that, since Mockingbirds prefer a more open habitat than other songbirds, Mockingbirds are more likely to be seen silhouetted against the open sky, creating opportunities for striking photos.