Weary of his increasingly erratic behavior, Sesame Street producers will not extend the contract of the program's most popular muppet.
Gary Knell, CEO of Sesame Workshop, the parent company of the popular PBS program, told The Wall Street Journal yesterday that he is severing ties with Elmo.
"As much as we like him personally, we thought it was wrong to renew his deal," Knell said. "His recent conduct has not been acceptable to Sesame Street."
Knell would not elaborate. But those close to the show indicated PBS had grown increasingly irritated over Elmo's public embrace of Scientology.
Nor was the network happy when Elmo, in an interview with NBC's Matt Lauer, launched a blistering attack on the use of antidepressants to combat postpartum depression.
The final straw, industry sources said, was Elmo signing off on his spastic new likeness, TMX Elmo, which was unveiled Tuesday.
Parodying the panic-stricken movements of a typical choking victim, the latest Elmo doll doubles over, falls on its back and kicks its legs before finally rising -- cackling hysterically all the while.
"It completely undignified. It unbecoming of muppet who supposedly has intellectual acuity of 3-year-old," said a source close to Sesame Street who is not the Cookie Monster.
To Sesame Street and PBS executives, the doll also rekindled disturbing memories of Elmo's controversial appearance last year on "Oprah." The doll behaves much as Elmo did on the talk show when he passionately and clumsily declared his love for his onscreen romantic interest, the furry orange creature Zoe.
The couple since have spawned a young daughter, Silli, while denying persistent rumors that the child's father actually is the lovable blue muppet Grover.
The powerful Creative Artists Agency, which represents Elmo and many of Hollywood's other A-list stars, termed the firing "graceless and uncouth."
"This is no way to treat an artist," a CAA release stated. "This unconscionable action will cause brightly colored and highly marketable children's puppets everywhere to question whether they would want to work for an outfit that does this to its greatest asset."
Producers reportedly are involved in serious negotiations with Brad Pitt to replace Elmo in the upcoming sequel to the hit film "Elmo in Grouchland." The anticipated action blockbuster's working title is "Return to Grouchland: Oscar's Days of Rage."
VANCOUVER, British Columbia (AP) -- Tired of the criticism of his films, controversial German film director Uwe Boll took on four of his critics in a Vancouver boxing ring, and ended each bout with a knockout.
The director of the vampire flick "BloodRayne," based on a video game and starring Kristanna Loken and Ben Kingsley, issued a fight challenge to his critics several months ago. Fifteen responded.
"I like now the critics," Boll told a news conference after the fights on Saturday. "Everybody who was in the ring showed (guts). Nobody dived.
"If they write about my movies without even seeing the movies then it's really annoying. If you make a movie like 'House of the Dead,' a zombie movie, what are they expecting? 'Schindler's List'?"
First in the ring with the director -- now dubbed "Raging" Boll -- was Richard Kyanka of Lee's Summit, Missouri, webmaster of www.somethingawful.com. He entered the ring clad in Stars and Stripes shorts.
"You are harboring a terrorist," he said of Boll to the Canadian crowd of about 600. "You are all guilty." Boll, grim-faced, KO'd him in the first round.
Jeff Sneider of Los Angeles, a journalist with Ain't It Cool News, went down in a technical knockout in the first round after his trainer threw in the towel.
He said Boll, 41, had told him it was just a joke, a public relations stunt.
"Then he started beating the crap out of my head," he said. "I think he's a jerk. This might be PR but I don't want to keep getting punched in the head."
Chris Alexander of Toronto, Ontario, a horror-move journalist with Rue Morgue radio and magazine, also went down in a knockout, but not before making an artistic statement.
While on the receiving end of a series of blows to the head, Alexander took Boll aback when a stream of blood spewed from his mouth. It turned out Alexander had taken a page from Boll's filmmaking book; the blood was fake.
"I had the fake blood in reserve," he explained.
"I spat it out. I freaked him out exactly like I wanted to do, it was poetry. It was my Jedi mind trick to try and disorient him."
He said he got in a punch for each of Boll's bad films. "I think I got him once in the face for 'Alone in the Dark' and I got maybe one or two for 'BloodRayne.' " he said. " I have absolutely no ... regrets. ... This is the weirdest pop culture bizarre journalism stunt I've ever been involved in."
Nelson Chance Mintner, a web site critic from Frederick, Maryland, was the youngest fighter at 17. He also lost by technical knockout.
Actress Loken was in the audience for the bouts. "It's absolutely ridiculous. That's why I love him," she said.
Boll's next picture is "In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale."
Like "BloodRayne," it's also based on a video game. It features Loken again as well as Jason Statham, John Rhys-Davies, Ray Liotta, Matthew Lillard, Leelee Sobieski, Claire Forlani and Burt Reynolds.
The other day, I posted a story about the New Years Eve Tale.
I wanted everyone to know the story. Well, the problem with the story is that I was really drunk that night, so my version may be a bit off.
In order to provide you all with the best possible true tale of that night, I am going to interview redneckgirl herself for information on the details that I either don't know, or can't remember.
The opportunity comes in this fashion: You get to ask questions too!
That's right folks. I'm not 100% sure of what all to ask, so I'm inviting you all to post any question you can think of here, and I'll get her to answer it.
Now, I would prefer that the questions be of that night, but I may let a few others slide through.
So that's it! All you have to do is to post your question, and it could be in the interview I conduct with her.
What are ya waiting for!!!!
You guys and gals have a great day/night, respectively :)
I felt like writing tonight, so I'll tell you all a story.
Just so happens that this story is true, and really did happen to me. Of course, some of the details have been filled in by various sources as I don't remember everything.
I hope you enjoy it :)
Itr was New Years Eve. The whole gang had gone out to a bar to ring in the new year. The whole gang didn't matter to him though, only her. Problem was, she wasn't with him. She was with someone else there this night.
They proceeded to get drunk. The night wore on and the drinks were plentiful and midnight was finally near.
He wanted to be the one to kiss her this night. He wanted to give her her first kiss of the new year, but he couldn't do that. All he could do is watch and feel sorry for himself as the deed happened with someone else.
Why did it matter so much that it wasn't him? What made him so angry that he couldn't do this? He may never find out.
After awhile, someone started hitting on her at the bar. He stood ready to defend if she asked him to. He was on edge even though nothing had happened. This is when everyone decided to go back to her place.
Everyone got back safely, and they decided to carry the party on there. There were games of dice and video games and Trivial Pursuit as well.
He remembers making "snow angels" with her on the carpet. This is the last thing he remembers until he is informed of certain things in the morning.
He wakes up to find himself snuggling up close to a boot. He can taste the copper taste of blood in his mouth. He has a headache like you wouldn't believe. He feels that something is amiss, and then he notices....two of his front teeth are gone!
What happened and where did his teeth go? He was afraid, and needed the answers.
Turns out that he had pissed her off sometime during the night, and she had been drinking whiskey, which just so happens to make her act upon certain urges when she drinks it....one might say random acts of violence.
It seems that in her whiskey rage, that she kicked him right in the mouth with one of her boots.
Normally, this would have made him mad, but surprisingly, he wasn't.
As a matter of fact, the opposite was quite true, he was falling for her even more, and just had to have her.
Now, this story is true, and the he in the story is most definitely me. I'll not say who the she was, because she knows ;)
I was downtown in our fair city the other day, and for some reason I was in a big funk. I was depressed and I couldn't figure out why.
I went down to the waterfront, which has some places for people to walk and jog near the river. It also has a park for the kiddos too.
I was walking along one of these paths and I found a baseball, so I picked it up.
I continued walking along with the baseball, and I passed a man sitting on a bench. As I passed him, he told me that I was walking at the right pace. I asked what he meant, and he told me that most people he had seen were walking by very quickly, or jogging through, never stopping once to take in the scenery.
He said that there had to be more to life than what they were doing, and it made me start thinking, and he's right. Hardly anyone evers stops for just a minute to enjoy what is in front of them.
He then asked about the baseball. I told him I found it behind the park, and he said that it may have been hit out of the baseball field that is located nearby.
He stood up and asked me to throw it to him, which I did. Then we just sat there for a few more minutes tossing the ball back and forth to each other....two complete strangers. I never even had this kind of interaction with any of the guys I've ever called stepdad before. But here I was with someone I had met minutes earlier, doing one of the many things I never did as a kid...tossing a baseball around.
He then tossed it back to me one last time and said thanks, that he had needed that. I returned the thanks and was on my way again, with a little lighter spring in my step.
In my last post, I had let you all know that my truck had broken down and was incapacitated. The fuel pump had gone bad and needed to be replaced.
Well.
Now it's back again and driving ok as far as I can tell. There is a little more to the story though.
I called the place earlier this morning and asked how it was all going, and they told me they would be done in a half an hour. I wait and 2 hours later they call me to tell me it was finished. I asked how much the total was, and he told me $742.00. I asked him why it was that high, and he told me it was because not only did he find that the pump was bad, but there was also a corroded ring, and 2 leaks in the fuel line. I bet this is why my mileage hasn't been exactly stellar....lol!
I told him I couldn't afford that and that he should have called before fixing it. He then told me that without those repairs that I wouldn't have been able to drive away. Once again, I told him that I didn't have $700.00.
He then did something I have NEVER, EVER seen a mechanic do. He said he would write some of the repais up to customer service, and asked if I could afford $682.00. I said I could do that (barely) and he said that would be the final cost.
I went and paid it, then proceeded to drive it home.
I was just stunned by that gesture of kindness. You don't see that a lot in his line of work, and he could have told me I couldn't pick it up until after I paid the full amount, which would have been 2 weeks later.
Needless to say, that kindness was the sign I had been looking for, and now I can say I officially now have a mechanic to work on my truck from now on.
Yes, you heard me correctly. My truck has been out of commision since last Thursday.
I was driving to work and it just up and died on me. I didn't know what else to do but to push it to the side of the expressway, and to call the lovely redneckgirl for an assist.
She has been kind enough to be taking me to and from work this week, so I can still have a job :)
I had the truck towed today, and the mechanic called and told me that the fuel pump had gone bad, and then proceeded to tell me the cost of replacing it.....$663.00. I was shocked, but what can I do. I told him to go ahead and fix it, and that if it was done by Friday, I would pick it up.
Ah, the joys of almost owning your own vehicle, which, by the way, I have 7 payments left on :)
As anyone who really knows me will tell you, I am a huge fan of the Deadwood series on HBO.
I was checking things out on the web, and I found this video. Be warned that the language is severe. You'll find this funny if you've ever seen the series.
This is for redneckgirl. I think you may remember this is one of the poems I wrote when I first realized I was in love with you. I hope it takes you back to that time and more importantly, I hope you realize how true this is in my eyes. It still rings true today, and will for always.....I Love You!
Dreaming of You
From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were unforgettable. The smoothness and softness of your skin, Is enough to leave a man breathless. The smell of your perfume, Is so intoxicating, That my legs get weak, At the mere scent of you. Looking into your eyes, Is like looking into deep, dark pools, Filled with so many emotions, That it makes my head swim. You are like a dream to me, Perfect in every way possible. Gazing upon your beauty, Has made me a happy man. If I should die tomorrow, I do so willingly, Knowing that even in death, The vision of you, Made everything better.
By Pinky and I have to produce a list of 8 things/habits/facts about me.
I usually don't do these things, but since you all tagged so nicely.... ;)
1. I am an anal person. I like order to things I do and try to keep as organized as I can...to the point of being anal retentive about it.
2. I am not a good person. I was never really one to care about what happened to anyone but myself. Luckily, someone special stepped into my life and has shown me how to care about things. I know she comments on most of your blogs, so you know her too :)
3. I love nature. Walking in the woods brings out a peace in me that rarely anything else does. There's nothing like it in the world.
4. I like butterflies. I would seriously hurt another human being than to hurt a butterfly. They are the most beautiful of mother natures insects.
5. I am a fighter, and a rebel. Growing up the way I did, I had to fight for respect and my own dignity. I am a natural rebal, as if you were to tell me not to do something, I would in spite. The only problem with this is that I have been fighting for so long now, that I don't know how to stop, so everything becomes a huge battle with me.
6. I was a battered child. I don't put any of the blame for my own faults on it, but I was beaten badly by a stepfather when I was young. Since my mother left him, and my coming of age, he has tried to get back into our lives, and has tried to intimidate me on more than one occasion. I stood up to him and left him standing there looking pathetic. I didn't have to even hit him to make him look so bad. This is one of my shining moments and one of the many fears I have conquered.
7. I used to be deathly afraid of spiders, but have since conquered that fear too.
8. Obviously, I am very much in love with one of our fellow bloggers, and I my love for her is so strong that I would willingly give my life to save hers.
I don't know if this gives you any insight to who I am, or if it was entertaining, but at least now you know something more about me.
In my time, I used to write what a lot of people told me was good poetry.
Now, I don't know if it really is good or not, but I keep it because it represents how I was feeling during a particular time in my life....even the darker stuff.
With this being said, I am going to share with you one of my darker pieces, which I think may be one of my better ones.
This comes from a very dark time in my life. A time in which I'm afraid I would have taken someone elses life or my own at the drop of a hat. This is from a time that I'm happy to say no longer exists for me. I have this as a reminder, and now I share it with you all.
I do hope you enjoy it.
"Vengeance"
He rises from the ashes of death, a lust for blood in his eyes an undeniable hunger in his soul. He thirsts for revenge against those, those who have wronged him. From these ashes a new being is created. A being with only one name Lost of all mortal passions and dreams. He has but a sole purpose now...revenge. He sheds his mortal name and gives himself a new one. He is now known as Vengeance.
I'm posting this video because the song is one redneckgirl says reminds her of the way I am about her.
Not too hyped about the actual video part, but it was one of the best I could find since the song doesn't have an official video.
So without further delay, "Next Contestant" by Nickelback.
Next Contestant
I judge by what she's wearing Just how many heads I'm tearing Off of assholes coming onto her (Each night seems like it's getting worse) And I wish she'd take the night off So I don't have to fight off Every asshole coming onto her (It happens every night she works)
They'll go and ask the DJ To find out just what would she say If they all tried coming on to her (Don't they know it's never going to work?) They think they'll get inside her With every drink they buy her As they all try coming on to her (This time somebody's gettin' hurt)
Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? I wish you'd do it again (I'll watch you leave here limping) And I wish you'd do it again (I'll watch you leave here limping) There goes the next contestant
And I even fear the ladies They're cool but twice as crazy Just as bad for coming onto her (Don't they know it's never going to work?) And each time she bats an eyelash Somebody's grabbing her ass Everyone keeps coming onto her (This time somebody's gettin' hurt)
Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? I wish you'd do it again (I'll watch you leave here limping) And I wish you'd do it again (I'll watch you leave here limping) There goes the next contestant
I'm hating what she's wearing Everybody here keeps staring Can't wait til they get what they deserve This time somebody's gettin' hurt
Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? I wish you'd do it again (I'll watch you leave here limping) And I wish you'd do it again (I'll watch you leave here limping) And I wish you'd do it again (each night seems like it's getting worse) And I wish you'd do it again (this time somebody's gettin' hurt) There goes the next contestant
I come back to work after a very, very nice 3 day weekend, and try to comment on my favorite bloggers blogs, but I get stuck in an endless loop of crap. I can't post a comment on anyone's blog that isn't a beta blogger without being told that my account doesn't exist, or asking me to log into beta blogger.....grrrr!!!!
I have decided to join the minions of probably thousands and I have decided to allow anonymous comments....just be sure to sign your blog name when commenting, and I'm also getting rid of word verification for now too.
Hopefully this will allow us all to continue to communicate while google and blogger gets their heads out of their respective asses!