— Musings —09.28.2011 04:16 PM
Dalton’s handy
Some folks have been poking fun at my guy, Dalton, for using his hands to gesture during the debate last night. Can you imagine? Gesturing!
So we got to thinking…is Dalton alone, in his fondness for gesturing? Take our little quiz, and find out!
Bill Clinton twice? Also, isn’t it Martin Luther King “Jr.”?
This hand gesturing really has touched a nerve with the Dalton camp. No one seems to mind that he’s called a liar, but don’t you dare make fun of his arm flinging!!
I really had a good laugh at that. I can remember one time, when I was explaining something, my brother-in-law grabbed my hands, and said “now try to talk”. Hand gestures are a large part of my conversations. Our two daughters have inherited the behaviiour. You have to clear the dishes and glasses around us when we sit and talk after a meal.
In no particular order:
Tony Blair sure knows the hula moves.
Tommy Douglas was a great orchestra conductor.
Pierre Trudeau was just describing an example of a woman’s breast size.
Margaret Thatcher was just describing her own breast size.
Bill Clinton was just motioning to Monica Lewinsky (off-screen) how to use her hands.
Dalton McGuinty is an expert in American Sign Language.
Churchill looked liked he was trying to get the attention of a waiter ‘what do you have to do to get a brandy around here’?
I LOVE the Match Game music too! Brilliant. Best. Gameshow. Ever.
Match Game in its prime was damn funny. There were some great improv comedians on the panels, along with the host Gene Rayburn — Charles Nelson Reilly, Bret Somers, etc. Plus they really pushed the sexual innuendo envelope as far as you could push it, back when that was daytime TV in the days when big 3 network TV was heavily restricted in terms of what you could actually say, do or show. It proved that sometimes innuendo can be way funnier than direct raunchy content, becuase it requires so much imagination and creativity.
I totally sucked at the game. At least Warren got his point across.
This reminds me of that time you sent JC into the hotseat with a bag full of promotional golf balls to show how “small-town cheap” he wasn’t.