Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Boom! Some Knowledge - War on Women

So this is the inaugural episode of our short video series, Boom! Some Knowledge. You can catch them every Tuesday and Friday on YouTube!

Boom! Some Knowledge came into existence by improv! Our buddy, Kate, used it as a warm up for a show and we fell in love with this quick way to pick up knowledge to make you look smart.

It's election time and we want you out there using your right to vote!!! Because you never know if might get taken away. Like the poor women in one state that was incredibly ahead of its' time by allowing women the vote way before Susan B. Anthony and the gang got their Suffrage movement groovin!

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Saturday, June 23, 2012

Go Trib!

Pat here -

Years ago, when I first moved to Chicago, I lived in a studio apartment in a basement on the North Side. I slept on a camping-style cot that I had purchased at KMart for $20. I had one luxury: A subscription to the Chicago Tribune.

And the great thing about this subscription is that somehow, the Tribune Delivery guy was able to get access to the building in which I was living. On top of that, my apartment door was clear of the hallway floor by a good inch or so, so he could slide it right under the door and into my apartment.

Talk about delivery! If I wasn't working the morning shift at Starbucks, I didn't even have to get out of bed (get out of cot?) I could just reach over, grab the newspaper off the floor, and read it right there. That was the life.

 If only the Trib had this feature back then. Apparently, they've started a column in which readers can send in their own love stories. And it rocks. Take Susie, for instance, who met her husband when he was jousting:
He wore a blue velvet dress — well, really a kingly tunic. Who could resist?
Or Saul, who's love apparently didn't think he was a stalker:
I asked for her phone number. She refused but gave me her address.
Have a look. 

Who's your favorite? Can you top these guys?

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

115 years together... and now Divorce!

Now Pat and I never condone biting. But after 115 years of someone not listening I can imagine that Bibi felt she had no other recourse to get Poldi to listen. A couple should always try to work on things.

They can hold onto the good times. The long SLOW walks together. Laying out on the rocks in the sun.

Romantic meals of lettuce.

But once the relationship has turned to biting it has to end.

It's a shame those crazy turtles couldn't work it out.

This from Shine:

Sometimes, 115 years of togetherness is enough. Bibi and Poldi, two giant tortoises at the Austrian Zoo, are (slowly) going their separate ways after more than a century of companionship.
The straw that broke the turtle's back came when Bibi (the female) began biting Poldi's shell. Whether turtle or human, gnawing on your partner's back is a sign that the relationship has hit a bumpy phase. Staff members of the Austrian zoo tried a variety of methods to re-light the flame of love, including aphrodisiacs, games, and couple's counseling. Alas, nothing worked. 

Read the whole story here:

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Who's on Deck?

Okay, people...
We're three episodes into our web series now:
Antony & Cleopatra (at 6min, it's fittingly epic)
Ida and Isidor Straus, and
John & Abigail Adams

Now we're prepping a brief fourth ep as we speak, and for that matter scheduling the shoots for the fifth and sixth. Should we tell you who's coming? Well... another founding father and his wife, a 12th century theolgian, and Queen Elizabeth I's parents... The question is... where do we go from there?

So we put it to you, dear readers: Who's striking your fancy? Napolean and Josephine, maybe? Cesar and Cleopatra? Charlemagne and Big Foot Bertha?

Let us know in the combox!

Monday, June 4, 2012

Way to go, Spiders!

I just noticed this - so on our little ad bar on the side of the page (you know, over to your right?) here are the ads that were just showing:

So, you know, if this history therapy thing isn't working for you. ... and, uhm, you're Scottish...

Seriously - two out of three ads here are, I hope, the exact opposite of what we're trying to do.

Although I do love a good scalable server.

John & Abigail Adams




 One of my favorite love movies to watch is Love Actually. Just the opening sequence of it makes me cry. All the people greeting each other at Heathrow with the voiceover from Hugh Grant that says:


 When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love

I realize that we only seem to make our communication count when everything is all wrong. Or we are truly saying goodbye. People often say that you are lucky if someone has passed away and you got to say all you wanted to say. 

I can tell you that I have had those opportunities to say all I wanted to but that doesn't bring peace when you continue to live life and there are new things to tell the person you miss so much.

Everyday conversation between a husband and wife is often:

Wife: Did you get milk?
Husband: I didn't know I had to.
Wife: (sighs and rolls eyes)

But think back to the long conversations you used to have when you first started dating. Long nights. With shared intimacies. I bet they don't really happen anymore. Why? Those were great days. Problem is we know each other's stories. You don't want to hear them again and again. So how do we bridge the gap between what our communication was and what it has become?

So, in this episode of Pat and Mary Save Their Marriage we look at one of the greatest communicating couples of all time, John and Abigail Adams. We know this because they left their letters behind. Letters. Wasn't it nice when we wrote letters? Since we can't go backwards, Pat and I learn a lesson about how to make our modern communication count!

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Lip Dub Proposal

So one of my biggest complaints is that Pat is not into Grand Gestures.

Pat needs a lesson from Issac.