Good night, sweet prince…

by the Night Writer

…and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Actor Joe Kudla, co-founder and “Snot” half of the Puke & Snot Renaissance Festival comedy team, has passed away in St. Paul at the age of 58.


Puke (Mark Sieve) and Snot (Joe Kudla)

I moved to Minnesota in 1980 and went to my first Renaissance Festival that summer. I didn’t know much about it but thought it might be fun; I thought I’d stay for a couple of hours. It turned out to be a blast and I stayed all day, and the highlight was the performances of the sword-fighting, Shakespeare-mangling, carrot-spraying “Pun”-dits, Puke & Snot. I went to the Ren Fest for years, always making it a priority to catch their never-ending quarrel and ripostes — both verbal and of steel.

I haven’t gone to a Ren Fest for awhile, however, as I found the event to have become too grungy and not as family-friendly. The grunge may be more “authentic” for the era, but it seems as if the overall commitment to authenticity has devolved. I was actually thinking of the Ren Fest the other day and wondered if Puke & Snot were still plying their craft, and if they had updated their jokes, and if they still fit into their tights.

Thanks for the memories and the laughs, Good Snot!

Update:

Additional details in the Strib article.

Puke has a blog! Check out his tribute to his partner.

Last week

by the Night Writer

Last week a friend of mine died of cancer, the second friend I’ve lost this summer and both too young.

Last week was also my great aunt Essie’s funeral. She was the last of my grandfather’s siblings and our last living connection to the early years of the last century. Alva, Elza, Bransford, Mamie, John and Essie, the beloved children of William and Fannie.

Last week I also weeded the garden and felt the puffy, aching arthritic pain in my left middle finger, which reminded me of my father and his twisted knuckles. His stone has now been set and I’ll be able to see it next month when I go down there. He’s in the row at Oak Hill in front of Essie and her husband, Raymond.

Last week I also went to lunch with the Reverend Mother, the Mall Diva, my young cousin DeShae, and Miss B., the young woman who works for me. The young ladies are all in their early to mid-20s and Miss B. and the Diva are both recently engaged. You can probably guess what the women were all talking about at lunch. In fact, I nearly had to guess because I could barely make it out in all the background clatter and noise of the busy restaurant. I followed along by watching the light and animation in all of their beautiful faces.

Last week I had the chance to feel old, and grouchy, and tired of the random inevitability of life, yet in the gleaming of an eye, the softness of a cheek, the lightness of laughter and the tossing of hair I found the renewing power of hope and dreams and even second-hand it will last me this week, and maybe longer.

It’s a wonderful world.

Taking their best shot

by the Night Writer

LZ Granderson has a great article on ESPN.com today about the members of the U.S. Army Marksmanship Unit (USAMU) that is competing in shooting in the Olympics.

Glenn Eller is a lanky, baby-faced 20-something from Katy, Texas, a cushy suburb outside of Houston.

He is friendly, quick to laugh and has an odd affinity for Oreos topped with Cheez Whiz.

He’s single.

He’s looking.

And when he leaves Beijing after competing in the Olympics, he’s going back to Georgia and his day job: teaching other baby-faced 20-somethings how to shoot and, if necessary, kill people.

Walton “Glenn” Eller III — that is, Army Spc. Eller — is a marksman trainer in Fort Benning, Ga. And he’s one of six members of the U.S. Army Marksmanship Unit (USAMU) that is competing in shooting in the Olympics.

It’s not among the sexiest events to watch, so you probably won’t catch him on the tube. But just because shooting doesn’t make for good TV doesn’t mean it’s lacking in drama.

Not when you consider that our nation is at war.

And members of our military are competing against military personnel from countries we have strained relationships with.

And we’re competing in a country with the kind of human rights record that forced the Olympic torch to be hidden from protesters.

So while the latest incarnation of the Dream Team has garnered the most attention, the 14 Olympic athletes in the U.S. military — six of whom are in the USAMU — likely feel the most tension.

Then there’s this uncomfortable truth: During times of war, a lot of people die. It’s up to military trainers, like Eller and fellow Olympians Maj. Michael Anti and Staff Sgt. Libby Callahan, to help make sure the American casualty numbers stay low.

Not to take anything away from Michael Phelps — whose surgeon-like focus has received a lot of ink recently — but the word “focus” takes on a whole new meaning when you’re not only representing your country but also juggling life and death to protect that country.

I suppose some might question whether shooting is an appropriate sport in games that are supposed to support peace and brotherhood, forgetting that events such as the javelin, pentathalon and decathalon are rooted in demonstrating military prowess. The article is an interesting take on a sport that probably won’t receive a lot of attention. It’s worth a read.

Update:

Glenn Eller sets Olympic shooting record in winning gold medal.

Now it can be told

by the Night Writer

Some have noted that I have yet to endorse a candidate for President. This is not due to an oversight on my part, or because I’ve been too busy. Actually, I have been busy behind the scenes. Very busy. While I wanted to keep things on the QT a little longer, events are no longer completely in my control and circumstances have forced my hand.

Go here to see who I think will be our next President. And remember, it’s spelled with an “H”.

Like a ton of bricks

by the Night Writer

It’s been a busy couple of days, complicated with a couple of headaches at work and ONE real migraine that has lasted now into it’s second day. I spent most of Tuesday evening updating my notes for this week’s “Marriageable” class, which was held last night. The focus in Week 3 was the difference between Courtship and Dating.

As the Mall Diva and Ben have a lot of experience in this area I asked them to come in and describe the way their relationship has progressed and answer any questions the lads had. It was a very lively session with a lot a lot of questions and some excellent answers; I’ll write more about it in an upcoming post that will be part of the “Are You Marriageable” series.

At one point, however, the young men were especially concerned about how courting is carried out in front of the family (or families, if possible), and the inherent expectation of proper behavior. During one answer, Ben made reference to knowing that any impropriety could result in me coming down on him “like a ton of bricks.”

“Oh, you’re exaggerating,” I said. “I don’t weigh anywhere near that much.”

It did remind me, however, that Ben has escaped my attentions relatively unscathed — at least compared to the experience of another would-be suitor who found himself at the point of a bloody knife. That was a story I’ve posted before, but I’ll re-run it here for amusement and edification of both new and long-time readers. It’s also a way for me to buy a little blogging time until my next post while my brain heals and work settles down.

A Night at the Prom
Regular readers of this blog know that my wife and I have a pretty simple philosophy when it comes to our teenage daughter, Faith, dating: No. (See here and here.) Therefore you might be surprised to hear that Faith went to the prom last Saturday night. And yes, there was a boy involved from an unrelated gene pool. How did this happen? One word: conspiracy.

Are You Marriageable — Class 2: What is the condition of other relationships in your life?

by the Night Writer

What do the current relationships in your life say about your capacity to be married? Do you understand the relationship between love and respect and how this may be different for men than for women? What will you bring from your parent’s marriage into your own? These were all covered in the second class;

Why I should be paid to blog

by the Night Writer

I am 11% Idiot.
Friggin Genius

I am not annoying at all. In fact most people come to me for advice. Of course they annoy the hell out of me. But what can I do? I am smarter than most people.

I think I got dinged a little on my score because I answered “yes” to the question about whether I’m a manager. I was much smarter before that happened.

HT: Mr. Dilletante, by way of Anti-Strib.

Guess What?

by the Mall Diva

Last Sunday, we made fried green tomatoes for the first time!!! We planted some veggies and herbs over Memorial Day weekend, and our tomato plants look like they’d attack you if you look at them funny. I felt so proud, getting tomatoes from my own garden…mostly because I made it back into the house alive.

I also made chocolate cupcakes, and used my new super awesome icing-piping tips that my cousin gave me to frost them with. They were adorable!

Now, as exciting as those things are, they’re not nearly as exciting as what happened last Tuesday, which you all know about by now. But I have to say it again- I got engaged! It was the sweetest and most wonderful day of my life…so far, at least.

We’re no longer just “courtship buddies” as my dear friend Princess Flickerfeather so eloquently put it; but, as Ben said yesterday morning as we announced our engagement at church, “we’re on double public probation”. That made me laugh. It’s true, and though it might not sound all that great, it totally is! From the beginning of our relationship we’ve been blessed with the involvement of people that care about us. It started with family and some MOBsters while we were acquaintances and friends. As friendship grew to be courtship, and as soon as people knew about it, they wanted to be in on it. This really is a community project, with our best interest at heart, and that is what I am most thankful for. Last night I went with Ben to hear him preach to elderly people in an independent living center. He knew a bunch of the ladies there because he has Bible studies with them during the week as part of his internship. He took me around to meet some of his “lady friends”, and a few of them got very excited as they realized who I was. There was one who told me that she’s spent hours talking to Ben, and that she’s been praying for me for a while. How cool is that???

Another lady told me that she was so excited to hear that we’re engaged. She had had a good marriage, and wanted the same for us and was quite sure we would have one. That’s something that I’m pretty sure of myself, not because we used a courtship method as opposed to dating, or because we are surrounded by support from the people we know and love, who know and love us back. Those things would mean absolutely nothing if they werent in place by God’s own hand. They are not a formula for success; but they are blessings and helpful to us because God gave them to us and said “Do it this way”. Ever heard the hymn “He Leadeth Me”? Yep, I’m thinking that applies here. I’m also not saying that its not going to be hard work, or that there won’t be tough times, but we’re not relying on ourselves to get through them. We’re relying on the God who gave us this awesome support group! See? It comes full circle. This is the example that we want to set, that obedience brings the blessing, and testimonies like this are just waiting to be lived out!

The Happy Couple