In the midst of all the chaos, one uncertainty stands out from the rest – “the meaning of life?”

Throughout the spiritual journeys I have engaged in, from holistic yoga classes at my gym to soul searching 3am munchie runs at 7-11, I have slowly come to an understanding of this universal query, and it’s really not that complicated.

You’re here to “BE.” That’s it. No confusing algorithm, destiny, purpose or anything confusing like that. Just be. Be what? I don’t know, but be something! I think the trick is to stop worrying, but Mary Schmich says it best in her column (people think that Baz Luhrman wrote this):

“Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.”

So instead, live life as if you have nothing holding you back. Ask yourself, “What would I do if I weren’t afraid?”

It has been proven time and again by big Hollywood movies (the most reliable sources of course) that the villains with absolutely nothing to lose are the deadliest of them all. This is because with nothing holding them back, it is nearly impossible to hinder their drive and hunger.

Thus, by going on in life without fear, you are able to unleash your inner self; just don’t fall into the dark side like that dude in Star Wars. It is then that you become one with the universe and maybe even find out the name to that girl who could do that thing with her tongue (how the hell did she do that anyway?!)…

From the movie “Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life”

Lady Presenter: Well, that's the end of the film. Now, here's the meaning of life.
[She is handed a gold-wrapped booklet.]
Lady Presenter: Thank you, Brigitte.
[She clears her throat, then unwraps and examines the gilt booklet.]
Lady Presenter: Well, it's nothing very special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations. And, finally, here are some completely gratuitous pictures of penises to annoy the censors and to hopefully spark some sort of controversy, which, it seems, the only way, these days, to get the jaded, video-sated public off their fucking arses and back in the sodding cinema. Family entertainment, bollocks! What they want is filth! People doing things to each other with chainsaws during Tupperware parties. Babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates. Vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats… Where's the fun in pictures? Oh, well, there we are. Here's the theme music. Goodnight.

And this is probably one of the only "Top Animated Films" lists that won't include Snow White or Bambi. I'm sorry. Just because something is old, or "the first", it doesn't make it good. Or interesting. In my less-than-humble opinion, Snow White is one of the most overrated, boring films to come down the pike. But Ed, you might say, It was a technological breakthrough in animation. It was the first of its kind. Yea, well, just because something is different doesn't mean its good. Just ask Paris Hilton's parents.

So here we go. The best in animation, according to me....

10. Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas
There is a moment in this film that always blows me away. Jack Skellington has gone off to become the new and improved Santa Claus and his #1 fan Sally is home lamenting because she knows something's not right. While Sally is singing her ballad she steps through a gate and swings her head to the side. That moment right there is so smooth...so perfect...it's almost hard for me not to believe it's not a person in a big Sally costume. And there's also the Oogie Boogie song.

9. Flushed Away
I'll admit it. I haven't liked anything else this guy has done. And yes, that includes the Wallace and Gromit series. So my expectations for this were pretty low. Not only did this movie blow me out of the water, it also made Kate Winslet more attractive. The fun action peppered with jabs at America (and the UK) cracked me up. This movie probably would have ranked higher on my list if the characters didn't look so much like those Wallace and Gromit idiots.

8. The Prince of Egypt
Like The Nightmare Before Christmas, there's one scene in this film that sticks in my head, but with a much larger emotional attachment. It comes at the climax of the film when Moses parts the Red Sea. That whole scene...the animation as the water rushes into the sky, the swelling music...and then the eerie silence...it gives me chills just writing about it and gets my heart beating like Ed Grimley in the presence of Pat Sajak.

7. The Emporer's New Groove
How is this cartoon not more popular than it is? Hey, I'm not the biggest David Spade fan either, but when he's on, he's on. And in this film, he's on. Emporer's plays like a Disney film done by the kids of the filmmakers: sick and tired of the schmaltz and cheese, they're gonna show us that cartoons can be sarcastic, too. A cartoon that knows it's a cartoon and says What the heck. Let's just have fun with this one.

6. The Simpsons Movie
Admit it. You were just as shocked into hysterical laughter as I was to see Bart's junk.

5. Shrek
I can still remember thinking to myself Cartoons aren't supposed to be this irreverently funny while I was in the theater holding my side trying to stop laughing so I could hear the next joke. Like The Emporer's New Groove, Shrek takes the world of children's stories and pokes it in the eye as it dumps ice cubes down its shirt.

4. The Incredibles
Are you kidding me? Superheroes more believable than their Marvel or DC cousins, an amazingly animated landscape, harrowing action (it's hard to beat that jungle chase scene), all delicately painted around a couple struggling to keep their marriage together...wow. Well done, Pixar.

3. Aladdin
Just the fact that the animators were able to keep up with Robin Williams' mile-a-minute freestyle is a feat in itself. Disney loves putting our heroes in a spot where you think There's no way they can get out of this. But when I watched this, I remember saying OK really, there's no way he's getting out of this one. One of these good guys is gonna die.

2. Finding Nemo
Man, when things come together at Pixar, they really come together, don't they? Everything from the casting down to the most intricate detail in a random air bubble was spot on. This is one of the few films you could pop into your player, press pause at any spot and the image frozen on your screen will be the very essence of art. You'd just look at it and say Wow. That's beautiful. And hey, any film that is clever enough to incorporate the old Monty Python "Bruce" sketch gets extra credit.

1. Who Framed Roger Rabbit
Only Steven Spielberg would be able to get Warner Brothers and Disney to shake hands and agree to let their greatest cartoon characters appear side by side in the name of good moviemaking. Considering this was done before the computer animation technology we have today, it's amazing how they got this film to work.
Yes, those are actual guns and beer bottles floating around in the air, not CG recreations, and the way they orchestrated the chaos in the Ink & Paint Club is beyond me. Roger Rabbit is a movie that loves movies and is a love letter to an era that may be gone but won't soon be forgotten.

Yay for cartoons.

One classical monty python sketch is the four Yorkshire med, which can be seen here:

Eddie izzard, along with other actors (for instance he who plays Snape in Harry Potter) made a parody of the sketch. It is not really very funny, but interresting to see them in it, and it fits the topic of this post.

Here is an Eddie Izzard sketch, Being Bilingual, i really like. There are lots of them, this is just one.

And here is a funny Monty Python sketch. The Ministry of Silly Walks.

Vercotti : Doug (takes a drink) I was terrified of him - everyone was terrified of Doug...I've seen grown men pull their own 'eads off rather'n see Doug...

b. From an NYT profile ("Congressman Pushes Staff Hard, or Out the Door") of congressman Anthony Weiner (D - Brooklyn/Queens),

Librado Romero/The New York Times

Anthony Weiner with Marie Ternes, one of his aides.

focusing on his reputation as the hardest taskmaster in Congress on staffers:

2.a. Stig O'Tracey (Eric Idle), among those who had their heads nailed to the floor by Doug's brother Dinsdale, found ample reasons for letting bygones be bygones toward him:

Interviewer: Stig, I've been told Dinsdale Piranha nailed your head to the floor.

Stig: No, no. Never, never. He was a smashing bloke. He used to give his mother flowers and that. He was like a brother to me.

Interviewer: But the police have film of Dinsdale actually nailing your head to the floor.

Stig: Oh yeah, well - he did that, yeah.

Interviewer: Why?

Stig: Well he had to, didn't he? I mean, be fair, there was nothing else he could do. I mean, I had transgressed the unwritten law.

Interviewer: What had you done?

Stig: Er... Well he never told me that. But he gave me his word that it was the case, and that's good enough for me with old Dinsy. I mean, he didn't want to nail my head to the floor. I had to insist. He wanted to let me off. There's nothing Dinsdale wouldn't do for you.

b. Weiner's former scheduler John J. Graff, who quit his staff after a short while, had his reasons as well for seeing the Congressman's sunnier, not seamier, side:

"I was given fair warning in my interviews that Anthony is very difficult to work for, and I was told all the horror stories — the telephone throwing, etc.," said Mr. Graff, who now works for the Democratic National Committee. "But in the end I decided I could deal with that. I do hope that he's able to work on his temper and get that under control. He's really talented, and it was really an honor to have the opportunity to work for him. I'm rooting for him for mayor."

3.a. In the end, Stig harbored no lasting ill will toward Dinsdale:

Interviewer [Terry Jones]: And you don't bear him any grudge?

Stig: A grudge! Old Dinsy? He was a real darling.

b. A like forgiveness toward Congressman Weiner obtained with Graff:

Even Mr. Graff, who told Mr. Weiner he was a "petulant child" when the congressman yelled at him about the conference call, said he did not hold a grudge.

4.a. Here's Stig's summary judgment on Dinsdale:

Stig: He was a cruel man, but fair.

b. And here's the Hon. Rep. Weiner on himself:

Mr. Weiner...described himself as a tough but fair boss.

Moral: If for some reason you find yourself prowling the Capitol late at night, and hear from a distant corridor a loud and unmistakable voice growling in fraternal search, "Dinsdale? DINS-daaaale...", you can't claim it lacked dispositive precedent...

Today, everything has changed. You can acquire most British TV shows on home video (though you may have to bung in a few extra quid for a Region Free DVD player), the BBC America cable channel isn't afraid to experiment with its content, and last month, something even more amazing came about.

VisitBritain, the UK's national tourism agency, launched a sweeping new campaign to lure more cash-engorged souls to its shores - all based on its rich history of television, cinematic and stand-up comedy.

The "Comedy England" campaign and Web site invite the curious and the obsessed to visit the birthplaces of legends such as Peter Sellers and Charlie Chaplin, and pay their respects at the graveside of Benny Hill.

Of even greater interest to British Telly fans, "Comedy England" also can helpfully guide you to dozens of other points of interest including:

• The setting of the Seventies sitcom To the Manor Born
• The place where Fawlty Towers' Basil Fawlty thrashed his car with a tree branch
• The home of Lou and Andy from Little Britain
• The fictional home of Bridget Jones' Diary's title character
• A Dad's Army museum

What's particularly gratifying about this campaign and its accompanying Web site is the thought that has clearly gone into it. This isn't just the nonsense you'll find in any old guidebook. Speaking of the Web site, its a slick, friendly little number that can easily lead to a relaxing evening's Web surfing.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to plan my trip to the French restaurant that Mr. Creosote threw up in in Monty Python's Meaning of Life. (I assume I shall have to bring my own bucket.)

Also, Peace and Fighter Jets?

I have only two things to say...

and ...

and in the interest of fairness...

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-Marc-

Before I get to the movie, I have a few considerations.  This theater did not have stadium seating.  This made it a bit difficult for CavGirl to see over the seat in front of her.  I later noticed some people had booster seats.  I suppose that also would have helped the seat to stay down.  When you are only 30 lbs, and all of that is at the back of the seat ... you will have issues.  This go around, there were far more younger children and babies.  This meant it was noisier, and there were more distractions as well since CavGirl loves to watch babies.  I had to answer the same 2 questions about pacifiers about a dozen times.

From CavGirl's perspective, this movie was too scary.  She really didn't like the villain, seen here.  That did prompt a few moments of "Dad-time" as she sat in my lap and hid her face in my chest, blanket covering her face.

It was not a fun as most Veggie Tale shows, and even Jonah.  She asked if we could leave about 3-4 times.  We didn't.

The story was like the biblical story of Esther in that God was not explicitly mentioned, but worked behind the scenes to accomplish the deliverance of the prince and princess (unless the father, the good King with the evil usurper-wanna-be brother, is the metaphor for God).  I explained to her that life has moments when we are very afraid, but that is when we need to be brave until God saves us.  God will always save us, but sometimes life gets scary.  In the movie they also talked about tests, which reveal what is most important to us.

So, this wasn't Big Idea's best effort.  It was, as usual, mostly moralistic.  It was mildly enjoyable for me, and too scary for her.  At least there were no farting & pooping chipmunks, or barely clad dancers.  So, it had that going for it.  In terms of influences:

1. There was a tip o' the hat to O, Brother, Where Art Thou? with the blind prophet speaking to 3 friends about to embark on a voyage in which one of them will regain his family's respect.  This, of course, is one of my favorite movies.
2. The song and dance at the pirate tavern was quite reminiscent of the Camelot scene in Holy Grail.  Yes, another of my favorite movies, and an old standby for Veggie Tales.
3. The evil pirate was a pea who had a mechanical body, reminding me of Darth Vader.
4. The scene when the King gives them medals was a tip to Star Wars: A New Hope.  They just lacked a howling Wookie.  Yes, another one of my favorite movies.
5. The B-52s, whose cult-fav Rock Lobster was redone as Rock Monster.
6. Steve Taylor who appeared with the Newsboys for a song (I think that was the song).  I recognized his lyrical style and thought the voice sounded familiar.  He's listed as a composer and performer on the soundtrack CD, but I'm not 100% certain of the song.

But it is even sweeter to do if the movie you are showing is somehow controversial or not seen as good entertainment for the Christian. This means that you get to show off your awesome discerning power by making "Sweeney Todd" out to be an allegory of Christ's life. Not only that, but it makes us Christians seem cool and hip to the outside world (again, think of Hillary Faye in the film "Saved!") because we embrace pop culture while at the same time not offending any body's parents or pastor by sanitizing the film.

Take Monty Python's "The Life of Brian" for instance. Thirty years ago the film was banned by many and-

Er, this is just in, a Mayor of a Welsh town is moving to unban it! That little Welsh Tart! This will surely ruin some gutsy CD's Lenten showing of "The Life of Brian", because without the controversy it's just another brilliant satire of what we all at Calvin hold dear. Damn!

If you're familiar with the program I work for, PRI's The World, then you know that the last few months have seen a veritable explosion (relatively speaking -- we're a small shop) in podcasting and blogging. Not content to rest on our laurels, Alex Gallafent and yours truly are trying an idea so counterintuitive that we hope it just might work: a daily video, produced in the morning, that will give people an idea about what will be on the radio show when the first edition goes out at 3PM Eastern this afternoon.

Here 'tis the inaugural effort:

And yes, neither one of us got the memo about shaving...

Dave’s writing and cartoons bring information and delight in equal measure to myself and my colleague Liz, keeping us up to date with all things Anglican in a very Anglican way.

He is a very funny man. This post, part of his updates on the progress of the Lambeth Conference, is pitch perfect English humour. I don’t think it would be possible to make this any funnier, without somehow involving the Monty Python team…

[Dave’s amusing cartoon-related commentary is here, and his more official posts here.]

• Sir Bedevere [from Monty Python & The Holy Grail]: ...and that, my liege, is how we know the Earth to be banana shaped.

click it. it's clickable for a reason. nerds.

Jack: Rofl.
Jack: Is this pathetic?
Jack: I just, on this online game, used the item "herring" on a tree.
Jack: >____>;'
Jack: The description said. " this is not the mightiest tree in the forest. "
Lindsay: LMFAO
Lindsay: that is amazing.
Lindsay: GO FIND THE MIGHTIEST TREE IN THE FOREST.
Jack: I know.
Lindsay: MAYBE IT WILL SAY "NEE."
Lindsay: o_o
Jack: ..
Jack: OSHIT.
Jack: The tree in the Gnome Village.
Jack: The grand tree.
Lindsay: That's gotta be it!
Jack: I know.
Jack: ..
Jack: "It can't be done!"
Jack: >____>;'
Jack: Damn.
Lindsay: aww T-T

Jack: Can I be the anti-pope's inquisitor?
Lark Faust: XDD
Jack: I already have cushions, a chair, and a dish rack.
Jack: I just need red clothes.
Jack: >___>;'
Lark Faust: but what shall we inquire about? <_<
Jack: ..
Jack: The air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Lark Faust: XD
Jack: And how a coconut found it's way to Mercia?
Jack: >___>;'
Lark Faust: and if they suggest that coconuts migrate, you can make them sit in the comfy chair!
Lark Faust: <__<;
Jack: INDEED!

It was our first full-week of summer vacation back in 1975 and my friend David Walther and I were rehearsing a scene for our next movie. It was the summer between junior and senior year of high school and I still had this dream of heading off to film school when I graduated the following year. Well, either that or join the military.

And now I was trying to persuade Dave to jump off a train trestle onto a pile of sand.

That spring I had taken my GAF Super 8 camera with plenty of Kodak and cheap K-Mart brand film and made an epic 30-minute Civil War film called Friends. (It sucked big time and I am still—33 years later—trying to forget just how cheesy and unrealistic it was. I believe the only known print of that film was destroyed sparing humanity the pain of having something that bad out there for people to see.)

For my next project I was going to do something a little more realistic and doable. This one was going to be a crime drama with hopefully a bit of some Monty Pythonesque visual humor thrown in for good measure (Dave and I were big fans of Monty Python that was televised every Sunday night on WTTW Channel 11 out of Chicago).

Although I hadn’t worked out the script I knew one of the scenes I wanted in the movie. One of them would be the film’s climatic scene when David, who was going to play the lead role Detective Dave, chases a suspect across an abandoned train trestle spanning a creek. The train trestle was out in the country not far from another friend’s farm. For a couple of summers we had played here, jumping off parts of the trestle into a creek—which when it rained a lot was a few feet deep in some places.

And then there was this pile of sand I was trying to get Dave to jump on.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Dave asked looking down at pile of sand.

A construction crew three years earlier had done some work around the base of the trestle and had left about a five-foot pile of sand. That is what I wanted Dave to jump down on. Figuring where he had to jump from onto the pile of sand, it was around five or six feet.

In this scene Dave would leap off the trestle onto a pile of sand to catch the suspect, but this was to be the gag—Dave would jump onto this pile of sand and then cut to the next scene Dave would be buried up to his head in the pile of sand and the suspect would get away. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that funny of a gag, but it would be cool once it was edited, or so I hoped.

“Yeah, I’ve done it dozens of times.”

“It’s awful high.”

“It just looks that way from there,” I said. “Just make sure you land on that pile of sand.”

“I’m not so sure about that pile of sand. And you’ve done this before?”

“Sure,” I said. “Hang on, I’m coming up.”

After years of perfecting my climbing skills up oak, maple, and apple trees I was up on the trestle next to Dave in a few minutes.

“Watch this.” I said and leaped off the trestle.

I landed on the pile of sand and rolled down the side.

“See?”

“Looks easy enough.”

“Just jump and roll down the side.”

“Okay. Here goes.”

If I had filmed that jump, I would have filmed Sam Peckinpah style in super slow mo as Dave stepped off the trestle and leaped onto that pile of sand. It would have been one heck of a shot as he fell onto the sand pile and rolled down the side just like I had showed him. I mean, it was beautiful, especially the expression of fear on his face before hit terra firma ala that soft pile of sand. And if I had another camera and had it framed for a tight close up of Dave, that shot would have caught Dave’s painful expression the very instant he realized he had just sprained both wrists—or worst that he had broken both of them.

“Dave, you okay?”

One look at Dave, as he slowly stood up told me everything: he was not all right and judging from that pale look on his face, he was in the early stages of shock.

“I think I might have broken something,” Dave said, his face getting pale and his voice shaky.

When he landed on the pile of sand he had tried to break his fall by putting his arms behind him that had absorbed the shock and weight of his body when he landed. And that’s probably how he ended up hurting himself.

“Let’s get you back home.”

To get back to the road and my car, we had to walk across two fields and circumvent a barbed wire fence, about a fifteen-minute walk. From there, it was about another twenty minutes to Dave’s house.

“Do you think you could drive just a little faster?” Dave grimaced. Whatever shock he had suffered had disappeared and now he was just in pain.

“I am going as fast as I can.”

I was going as fast as my 1968 Ford Galaxy 500 would let me and hoping that there were no trucks or other farm vehicles plying the roads, or worse cattle or other livestock crossing the road.

When we got to his home we were lucky that his mother was home at the time. She was a nurse and knew immediately that something was wrong and within a few minutes we were in the Emergency Room at People’s Hospital.

Two hours later, a doctor came out and told us that Dave had indeed broken both wrists.

“He’s okay now,” the doctor said, “but we would like to keep in here overnight for observation.

Dave was resting comfortably when his mother, his three sisters and I walked into his room a little while later. Both arms were in casts from his wrists to his elbows. He was a little groggy from the painkillers that had been administered, but he was looking okay for a guy whose best friend just made him jump off a train trestle.

I thought for sure his parents would be furious with me but they were pretty cool about the whole thing so I wouldn’t have to worry about any class action civil suit and my parents being dragged into court.

However, Dave’s father was disappointed with us.

“I hope you had film in the camera,” he said.

I looked at his father sheepishly.

“Ah, we didn’t have the camera with us. We were just rehearsing.”

“Now that makes me angry,” his father said laughing.

Yeah, me too,” said David. “I am never going to fall for one of your ideas again.”

As it turned out it wasn’t that bad of a summer after all.  Once Dave had rested up for a few days we spent most of the summer hanging out at his house shooting a lot of pool in the basement and also at a pool hall down the street. Dave discovered that with those two casts on his arms he could shoot a good game of pool, was awesome when it came to breaking, and after awhile a small groove formed in his cast on his left arm from repeated pool cue use that gave him deadly accuracy for those hard to make shots.

We drank some beer, hung out on his front porch, watched Monty Python every Sunday night, had banana splits at a local Tastee Freeze, checked out this used bookstore and even went down to the Air Force Recruiter together and got some information about the Air Force. (A year later we both had enlisted.)

It would have been a cool movie I think if Dave hadn’t gotten hurt, but them’s the breaks.

Monty Python would be proud.

Man får väl hoppas att det satsas mycket pengar i det här projektet och att musikalen inte "försvenskas" för mycket. Ofta har tyvärr inte de svenska producenterna råd att satsa på lika stora produktioner som i t ex West End och bantar därför ned föreställningarna rätt mycket. Det hade varit kul om nån producent vågade ta lite mer risker i Sverige.

Spamalot premiäröppnade 17 mars 2005 på Broadway och har sedan dess även öppnat i London, Las Vegas, Spanien, Australien och varit på turné. Föreställningen vann tre Tony Awards för säsongen 2004/2005, bl a för bästa föreställning. Musikalen är baserad på filmen "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" och återberättar legenden om Kung Arthur och hans riddare av det runda bordet.

And a positive attitude always helps:

Even in the worst situations:

Other points:

• As usual, my mind wandered back to The Next Generation, since it's the show I'm most familiar with; in this case, I started thinking about the Bynars fairly early on, and there are certainly parallels between this story and TNG episode, 11001001: a logical 'race' takes over the Enterprise, not as a malicious act, but to help its own 'people'. Again, as usual, however, I, Mudd is a superior episode (and I say that as a big fan of Minuet, incidentally).
• Minor point: Norman's double-fisted upward swing into the chin of one of the officers in Engineering has to be one of the most effective (looking, anyway) blows I've seen in this heavily-choreographed series; and then you find out he's an android. Ouch!
• Lots of great quotes: Spock's "seems rather redundant" in response to learning of the numerous identical models.
• This is another one of the four times that Kirk (with lots of help in this particular case) talks a computer to death.
• Finally, from the celebratory dance -- and its score, in particular -- on, I felt like I was watching a David Lynch dream sequence. :-) Scotty and McCoy reciting those lines, ending with fingers on chins; just hilarious! At other times it was like Monty Python's take on performance art in The Meaning of Life (called The Middle of the Film, the Wikipedia entry has reminded me). :-) I don't know; it may not be for everyone, but those moments made the episode, for me.

UNDERTAKER [Graham Chapman] : ...If we burn her [customer John Cleese's dead mum], she gets stuffed in the flames, crackle, crackle, crackle, which is a bit of a shock if she's not quite dead, but quick. (the audience starts booing) and then we give you handful of ashes, which you can pretend are hers...

*Wikipedia: "The BBC were cautious about the sketch, and reluctantly agreed to let it go ahead on the condition that the studio audience were heard to protest loudly, then invade the set at the sketch's conclusion. This was poorly-executed: the audience began booing and shouting too early (those who weren't heckling were laughing), and because of studio fire regulations, only a limited section of the crowd were allowed to rush onto the studio floor - the rest of them just sat there looking awkward. (As Roger Wilmut pointed out in the book From Fringe To Flying Circus, a genuinely shocked audience would have reacted with an embarrassed silence.)"

This NYT report on a grand Royals/Commoners cremation gala in Bali ("At Royal Balinese Funeral, Bodies Burn and Souls Fly"), perhaps the last of its magnitude, echoed Chapman's jaunty "crackle, crackle, crackle" with filial fidelity:

He's not breathing, look at him, he is no more, he has gone to meet his maker. This is an ex-prime minister.

Gordon Brown's latest performance at PMQ's simply rubber stamps the fact that he is no more, he is a dead parrot walking. His reasons for doing things, the way he then does it and the way he announces it with such mundane contempt all show that his time his up.

His bucket has been kicked. Even more so now that he has to find a billion quid after scrapping the fuel duty. In a treasury thatt has no money, that should be a right barrel of laughs!

more graph humor and song chart memes

We'd probably do a bit better if we spent more US dollars on Silly Walks rather than guarding the Bush/Cheney interests in Iraq. Oooooh, don't get me started. Whoops, too late. Hee!

Graph By: Ben G.

TV - Monty Python's Flying Circus

This.

Courtesy of DeadParrotsLTD.

Yes, old man, the circle is now comm-pleet. Circle of what, I have no idea. But it is comm-pleet.