Svengoolie Movie: “The Creation of the Humanoids”

Svengoolie Intro: “Calling all stations! Clear the air lanes! Clear all air lanes for the big broadcast!”

Last night, I watched the Svengoolie movie, “The Creation of the Humanoids,” and I don’t mind telling you, I was reminded of Isaac Asimov’s book, “I, Robot.” Believe it or not, I purposedly avoided reading any other reviews of this movie to see if they mention the possible connection of Asimov’s book with this movie. It preceded the film by 12 years, and it’s at least conceivable that producers and writers might have been inspired by the plot, took the idea of the robot laws from the book and dressed it up in at least some of the dialogue. I think there’s also a connection to Artificial Intelligence (AI) in our own time.

The last two stories in Asimov’s book are “Evidence” and “The Evitable Conflict,” both of which seem to be exemplified in “The Creation of the Humanoids.” They’re both about the conflict between robots and humans and how difficult it is to apply the Laws of Robotics, the first of which is that “a robot not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.”

The robots in the film actually create the humanoids with the overall goal of saving the human race from extinction. And they’re programmed to obey the “Prime Law” which prevents them from killing humans. The psychological conflict of Captain Kenneth Cragis (Don Megowan) and Maxine Megan (Erica Elliot) and the rationale the robots supply for what they did both to and for humans echo the Laws of Robotics.

In the movie, the politics of the racist conflict between the robots and the group calling themselves the members of the Order of Flesh and Blood remind me of the Civil War—right down to the uniforms of the latter and their slur for the robots, which is “Clickers” (substitute another two-syllable slur and you get the idea).

In Asimov’s story “The Evitable Conflict,” something called the Machine takes control of a variety of factors manipulating natural resources, goods, services, and even the social fabric on the planet to protect humans, who have a penchant for overusing and destroying resources and each other. The robots in “The Creation of the Humanoids” do something similar and break the fourth wall to tell you about it.

Anyway, Captain Kenneth Cragis is a member of the Order of Flesh and Blood and reminds me of a character in the 2004 movie “I, Robot,” which is Sonny. An important part of Cragis is hidden from the audience as well as himself.

The dialogue is heavily intellectualized and the robots, which are supposed to be blue, wind up showing up in different colors and those eyes! Cragis and his sister, Esme Cragis Milos (Frances McCann) have a protracted and almost poetic discussion about their differences of opinion about the robots. I wonder if McCann’s revealing dress was intended to distract the audience from the dry declamations.

The scene in which Cragis confronts the robot Pax who has somehow chosen Esme to be his main squeeze is puzzling. Cragis sort of breaks Pax (David Cross) and converts him into a ’57 Chevy, which barely upsets Esme. The scene in which Dr. Raven (Don Doolittle), a robotic scientist, makes some adjustments on a disembodied arm is one example of many which proves why even Svengoolie calls this movie “a low budget” production. The furniture pieces look like they’re made for children; both Cragis and Esme might as well have sat on the floor.

Ok, so this sounds more like a review than my usual fibs and jokes, but I think it’s because the movie reminds me of something that is on a grander scale. Speaking of scales, except for the low production value, I thought movie was pretty good and I would give it a 4/5 Shrilling Chicken Rating. Sena, who watched it this morning, thought it was really good and would give it a 5/5 rating despite “the glassy eyeballs.” So, I’ll give it a 4.5/5.

Shrilling Chicken Rating 4.5/5

Mindfulness in 10 Card Cribbage? Yes and No!

So, as long as we had the cribbage tournament board out, we decided to play 10 card cribbage yesterday. This is not a game for mindfulness, at least for me. Each player gets 10 cards. You have to sort them into two 4 card hands and the dealer gets the usual 4 card crib.

That’s a lot of cards to sort through. I get a little flustered trying to figure out what to keep and what to throw to the crib. I have to decide which 4 card hand to start the play.

The more cards you have, the higher the scores. Some games take only about 15 minutes despite the plethora of scores you have to wade through. Overall, in tournaments you have to be able to play a 6-card game in 15 minutes, so it seems ironic you can do the same in a 10-card game.

You have to be mindful, in a way, to play these Calvinball crib variations. But I can get a little hyped. Maybe you can tell.

The Missing 29 Cribbage Board and a Little History

We’ve been searching around for our 29 Cribbage Board. It’s in the shape of 29 which is the highest score you can get in cribbage. The hand is typically shown with three 5’s and the nob Jack and the cut card is the other 5. This is usually a diamond 5, but the heart or the spade 5 is also shown on some boards. The odds of getting this hand are 1 in 216,580.

Sena didn’t find it after a thorough search top to bottom of our house, so it must have gotten lost in the move last year. One of the reasons why this suddenly became an issue of national importance is that I read another one of those long historic articles on the American Cribbage Congress (ACC) website—which never lists the bylines of the persons writing them.

It turns out that a guy named Edward M. Hirst in Canada who first designed and started making the 29 board by himself back in the early 1950s. Customers would wait months for them. They weren’t mass-produced until two years after he died. Crisloid, Inc. (based in Rhode Island) made them for a while and this name is familiar to me because I shopped for a giant cribbage board from them a few years ago. They had stopped making the 29 board long before then. Interestingly, they made one of those very complicated continuous 3 track cribbage boards with complicated scoring for things like “Legs” and other features that eventually were more of a hallmark with another famous cribbage board maker–Drueke Co. And then Drueke Co. started making the 29 boards.

Eventually manufacturing of the 29 boards moved to Taiwan because they could be made more cheaply there. Nowadays, America’s role in sales has moved to vendors, such as Hoyle, Bicycle, Walmart, etc. There’s a reddit thread which shows a picture of a 29 board which contains a short history of the board.

Anyway, by way of personal history, we started playing cribbage again in 2019 after a 20-year hiatus. I have a dim memory of us experimenting with several card games back then, including cribbage. And then we dropped card games for a long time. And about 5 or 6 years ago we got a 29 board, because it was interesting and cheap.

I made a YouTube video of the game. It got about 1,800 views. It had some of the features discussed in the ACC history, which we think is really interesting. The nob Jack and 5 cut card were diamonds. There was a 121 hole (which some boards don’t have, believe it or not!).

And there’s also a Cribbage Board Collector’s Society (CBCS). The interesting thing they point out is that no one has ever reported to them about finding a 29 board with the Jack and the 5 cut card in the club suit. I couldn’t find one on the web, even on Ebay.

We immediately shopped for another 29 board but the one we want is sold out. Until then, we can reminisce.

How About Traditional Cribbage?

We’ve been playing Calvinball cribbage so much lately, we thought it would be nice to play a game of standard 6-card cribbage on a tournament board we’ve had for several years. It seemed to go faster than it really did. We finished the game in 26 minutes but we’ve been able to play faster than that (see the post and YouTube “15 Minute Push.”

We got the tournament board several years ago from a guy who was making and shipping them from Florida. Nowadays he markets them through Walmart. It’s CreativeCrafthouse.

It was a nice break from the chaos of cribbage variants like Wicked Cribbage and Crib Wars.

Merry Wicked Cribbage Christmas!

We hope you all had as nice a Christmas as we did. We played Wicked Cribbage! It’s an overlay variation of 6-card cribbage. This turned out to be more fun than we every imagined. Short story—I got skunked! We made a video of the hilarity. Happy holidays!

And here’s a great Christmas card from Sena!

Re-introducing The Good Enough Psychiatrist, Dr. Jenna Cheng

Sena just found a blogger psychiatrist who wrote the blog “The Good Enough Psychiatrist,” and her former blog link is still on my blog site. Dr. Jenna Cheng has a new blog and podcast, and it’s called “Attached and Enlivened Psychiatry.” The link is on the menu.

The featured image for this post is the Kintsugi pottery picture, which I first learned about from her blog and later blathered about back in September this year some more, relating to my link between it and blues music. She actually hit the like button on it.

When you get a chance, by all means check out the podcast that Dr. Cheng and Dr. Patrick Kelly run. “It’s called Good Enough Shrink, which rings a bell. I listened to “Münchausen and Münchausen by Proxy: Harming Self and Others to Play the Sick Role.” They did a great job!

See Me at the Neckademy Awards About This Neck Massager

Sena bought some device for neck and shoulder massage called the Shiatsu cordless heat massager today. She tried it and then wanted me to try it. I’m not up for massagers of any kind, especially after seeing the extraterrestrial massage torturer I posted about early this month, “So, Is This Anything?”

She didn’t want it for various reasons. It doesn’t get warm enough, it’s difficult to hold on to it, and has this general weirdness that’s difficult to describe. That’s why I made a little video about it. Sena made me do it.

Thoughts on Comebacks

I watched the first half of the Colts vs 49ers game last night and I thought Philip Rivers didn’t look half bad for a 44-year-old guy who’s been out of the game for five years. Did you know he has 10 kids? OK, now that I’ve got that out of my system and that would be, what—the 44th time you’ve heard that since he took the field?

So what the Colts lost? His big family was up in the stands going crazy, cheering him on.

I read an article this morning which had Steve Young saying he could make a comeback at his age—which is 64. I couldn’t believe it. The same story mentions that George Blanda played for the Oakland Raiders when he was 48 back in 1975.

It got me wondering whether I could make a comeback as a general hospital consulting psychiatrist. Could I gallop up 6-8 floors of University of Iowa Health Care? You bet your bottom dollar—I couldn’t.

It’s hard to retire. Every once in a while, I miss hiking up and down the hospital with my camp stool, deftly swinging it around and sitting with the patients and families, telling medical students and residents all kinds of lies (I mean “wise old adages and pearls of clinical wisdom”).

I get a kick out of just wondering what it would be like. I get a vision of myself with a big, golden glowing aura of greatness around my head—until I come to my senses. Hey, nobody’s going to pay me a quarter million dollars to run the consult service for the few months I’d be able to limp around the hospital, falling off my camp stool when my legs go numb or the chair breaks.

It’s not like I can just throw a football like it’s nothing after 5 years. I’d have to prove I still have enough clinical smarts to figure out how to introduce myself (Hi! I’m Philip Rivers and you need to go long!”).

The Maintenance of Certification Circus is still a thing and it’s worse. I’m not saying doctors don’t undertake the arduous task of essentially retraining to be what they once were—because that’s not good enough anymore.

Last night, the camera caught Phil more than once being just as hard on himself as he was with other members of the team who weren’t in the right spot at the right time. Most physicians are perfectionists and if you’ve been out of the game for a while and you try to squeeze back in, you could wind up mumbling to yourself, “They don’t make footballs like they used to!”

I didn’t stay up for the second half of football game. It wasn’t because of anything Philip did or didn’t do on the field.

I just can’t stay up that late nowadays.

Profound Thoughts on Topological Brain Changes

I ran across this article in the news about topological changes that happen in our brains as we age. You can try to read the original open access paper published by the author Alexa Mousley.

The topological changes in the brain that occur in the brain are linked to the structural connections that are made or not in human development and roughly correspond to the main epochs of brain structure in our lives: childhood (transition to adolescence around 9 years old), adolescence lasts until around 32 years old when we finally reach adulthood, then at age 66 we reach the early ageing stage and that finally changes into late ageing or old farthood around age 83. It’s a good thing I retired 5 years ago.

What this says, of course, is that nobody should be getting married or driving until they hit age 32. There are buses, you know, although we do have self-driving cars which explode on impact so thank goodness we don’t need to worry about that.

Also, it implies that you shouldn’t be drafted into military service until you’re presumably old enough to know that war doesn’t solve any problems.

Furthermore, this could lead to earlier retirements, reducing the need for awkward discussions with tenured professors who are apparently unaware they often arrive at the office with their pants on backwards. Just boot them out the door!

Why didn’t we think of this topology thing a long time ago?

For an interesting topology discussion, see the Wikipedia article, which has an interesting photo of something called homeomorphic topology, an amusing example of which is the picture of continuous transformation of a coffee mug into a donut, or as many Iowa City people would prefer, a bagel (something that looks like a doughnut but is so tasteless you have to slather it with a pound of cream cheese).

If you have any questions, call the author of the study. You’re welcome!

Mousley, A., Bethlehem, R.A.I., Yeh, FC. et al. Topological turning points across the human lifespan. Nat Commun 16, 10055 (2025). https://doi.org/10.1038/s41467-025-65974-8

Svengoolie Movie: “The Brides of Dracula”!

Svengoolie Intro: “Calling all stations! Clear the air lanes! Clear all air lanes for the big broadcast!”

It’s almost Christmas and while I was watching the Svengoolie movie “The Brides of Dracula” last night, it struck me that the chief vampire Baron Meinster’s eyes reminded me of holly berries. Yo, Hondo, somebody needs to break out the Extra Strength Visine!

You probably don’t remember the sequels to this film:

The Rides of Dracula, about a vampire’s collection of fancy horse drawn carriages; he’s sort of like the Jay Leno of wealthy car collectors.

The Double Wides of Dracula, about a vampire who’s the landlord of a mobile home park and charges extravagant “rent” (several pints of blood).

Just to clarify, despite the title of the 1960 British bloodsucker movie from Hammer Film Productions, the boss biter is not played by Christopher Lee (because he wanted too much money) but by David Peel so he’s not Dracula but both vampires roll their bloodshot eyes at every girl they meet.

What’s refreshing about this flick is Baron Meinster the monster actually talks, which Dracula didn’t. In fact, Meinster is articulate and suave, as befitting the wealthy nobleman who just happens to sharpen his fangs on the necks of pretty girls.

And Peel actually gets a sarcastically funny line you might miss unless you listen closely. It’s when Baron Meinster meets the headmaster of the Transylvania School for Ladies Who Want to Cultivate Longer Teeth. Herr Otto Lang (Henry Oscar) gets his comeuppance after he threatens to throw Baron Meinster (whose real identity is at first unknown to him) off the school property when he comes to woo the new teacher Marianne Danielle (Yvonne Monlaur). But after the gracious Meinster reveals who he is, which is the baron who owns the property on which the school sits (after which Herr Lang abruptly changes his tone), the baron reminds Lang that his school does a great job “for such low rent.”

There’s a fair bit of comedy in the few scenes in which a local country medical man, Dr. Tobler (Miles Malleson) meets Dr. Van Helsing (Peter Cushing). When Tobler reads Van Helsing’s business card, he discovers that Van Helsing is a doctor of many disciplines—except medicine. Earlier, Dr. Tobler prepares a quackery-type vaporizer steam therapy home remedy for himself, which includes myrrh of all things. It turns out you can inhale things like frankincense and myrrh via vaporizer; it sounds so three-wisemen-Christmasy that it fits the season!

On the other hand, Dr. Tobler doesn’t buy Van Helsing’s vampire explanation for why so many villagers are dying (in the undead sense), though he is open to taking a cut of the fees for applying the usual remedies like stakes, garlic, crucifixes, and the occasional self-branding with hot coals that goes way beyond vaporizers.

The bats look arthritic, but other than that the movie is OK. I give it a 2.5/5 Shrilling Chicken rating.

Shrilling Chicken Rating 2.5/5