As a kid, Mission Impossible was one of the few shows made for adults that I liked. I always hoped for an episode with The Great Paris, Master of Disguise, a retired magician whose real name was supposedly unknown. Martin Landau was great as Rollin Hand before Leonard Nimoy replaced him on the series, but there was something about the Paris character and his clever quips that struck a chord with me.
It’s interesting that Landau was Gene Roddenberry’s first choice to play the character of Spock on Star Trek, and he turned it down. At the time of this writing, Martin Landau is still alive at 86! Those tall serious Vulcan types really do live long.
Mission Impossible is still on Netflix, so I believe it’s time for a marathon – but starting with season 4. RIP, Leanard Nimoy.
It’s fun to experiment with different kinds of music to use in the background while working. Most vocal music is too distracting, so I usually stick to instrumental music.
Today I gave “Epic Movie Soundtracks” a shot. This differs from other movie soundtracks in that it’s just instrumental music – usually Modern Classical – that creates mood behind the scenes. As opposed to Julie Andrews wailing on about how alive the hills are. But the operative word here is: MOOD. And in a big way…
During the first half hour it felt like I was being frantically chased. Very stressful. Heart rate increased. Paranoia off the charts.
The next seven minutes brought a general sense of impending doom. What colossal catastrophe happened in this movie? I was afraid to look out the window for fear that the city was gone.
The next four minutes had me wistfully gazing off the front of a large ship that was about to hit an iceberg. Possibly in the early 1900s. I knew what movie this was from, but that didn’t stop me from quietly reflecting on my life – because it was about to end. Abruptly. With a splash.
Well, needless to say I wasn’t getting any work done even though it felt like I’d been through the wringer.
Next up: Drums & Bass…
(Originally posted here for day 7 of the YourTurnChallenge)
Trash Transport Technology … or “T3” as I call it.
Taking out the trash has always been a stereotypically male chore. So how is it that moving trash from the inside of the house to the outside of the house hasn’t been automated by some lazy inventor by now?
Air conditioning has been around since 1902. Automatic dishwashers since 1917. The first clothes washing device (the washboard) was invented in 1797! Maybe the key to making your own life easier is not necessarily to automate, but to first make sure your spouse is happy.
It wouldn’t require a complex system. I don’t have any da Vinci sketches to offer, but we’re really just talking about a horizontally oriented dumbwaiter. Something to move a small receptacle of items from point A to point B to point C.
What are the economics? Maybe there just aren’t any incentives. Or maybe such an invention would threaten Teamsters jobs, a boat that nobody in their right mind wants to rock.
Oh well. No flying car, and no automatic trash transport system.
(Originally posted here for day 1 of the YourTurnChallenge)