From My First MRI To The Grinch

I had my first MRI yesterday...and now I know where they get all the sound effects for the Star Wars movies. 

My theory may be wrong, but what's new?

I also discovered where alternative, art punk, grunge, and experimental rock groups get their sounds.

     It all started here...with Dreamweaver!

I wasn't hip to the melody, but I loved the beat, man! 

The MRI Tech asked me what I thought about the experience, and I told her I'd gone on psychedelic trips ten times worse, as a child of the sixties.

She didn't even crack a smile.

Watch this to experience what I'm rambling about.

My lovely wife and I took our granddaughter, Brooklin, to see The Grinch, after my rockin' MRI. 

With sci-fi sounds still ringing in my ears, we watched a delightful version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, which was re-named The Grinch for legal reasons, I suspect, as well as the flick being WAY  different than the original version.

THEY, whoever THEY may be, made Mr. Grinch more vulnerable and provided a sympathetic background story that helped us to understand his bitterness about Christmas. 

I was surprised when I saw the credits and learned that Benedict Cumberbatch did the voice of the Grinch. 

Benedict Cumberbatch has such a wonderful, deep British accent that would have worked great, but he wanted the Grinch to sound American, and he pulled it off swimmingly! (Just thought I'd throw in a British expression)

                   Ben explains it all here.                

We thoroughly enjoyed The Grinch, especially Max and Fred!

So in conclusion, I want all of you readers, who are still with us, to reflect on the massive amount of ability and skill it took for somebody to create an MRI machine, that makes all those out of this world sounds, while making you feel like you're in a space capsule, heading for some unknown, other-dimensional universe, as the Grinch steals Christmas and returns it to Whoville in a very timely manner. 

Just a side note. Thank God and the Vet., Dr. Johnson, for healing our dog, Chevy, who was very sick, and would not eat or drink, but is now back to his old, ornery self!

   Every time I saw Max, he reminded me of Chevy.