Do not fear as this is not the end of my blog; at least as far as I know. Rather it is the end of the Twilight Movies. Yes, I have seen every single one of these movies. Most of them I have seen twice. Not because I have a deep love for the story, nor because I have chosen between team edward and team Jacob. I have seen most of them twice because I would go preview the movie prior to allowing my daughter to see it. This latest, and last installment of the story is no different.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0GFRcFm-aY
(i bet you thought i would have "the end" by the doors here, but it's way too long.
Overall, I suppose the movie was alright. I have to keep reminding myself that this story was written for tweenaged girls. Thus the reason that most of the werewolf clan walk around without any shirts, and really have no bearing on the plot in general. Why couldn't some of the female vampires walk around without any shirts? it only seems fair.
I must admit that there are a few things about these movies that I don't really understand.
Why do the Cullens drive a Volvo? Here you have a family of vampires who claim that they "never get tired, never have to rest," and they can run incredibly fast. Why on earth would they ever strap themselves into a Volvo and drive down the curvy, icy roads of the Pacific Northwest? It seems that when they really need to get somewhere they hop into the Volvo. However, when they just want to show off, they run as fast as they can through the woods for no purpose. It's like Harry Potter using magic to make candies, but then when he's in the Chamber of Secrets he just kicks the crap out of the basilisk rather than use magic. Pointless!
Another issue i have is that all of the vampires "sparkle" when they are in the sunlight. SPOILER ALERT!!! There seems to be less sparkling in this final movie. END SPOILER. Maybe they blew the budget on wardrobe for the werewolves and could not afford the CGI necessary for more sparkling. What is this sparkling crap? Of course you're sparkling in the sunlight, because you are about to burst into flames and die a very painful death. Go back into your coffin until the evening, or emulate Barnabas Collins and completely shade yourself from the sunlight should you have to go out during the daytime. Or maybe you can pimp out the Volvo with some illegal window tinting and hide in there until moonrise.
While we are at it, let us discuss your "immortality." Several times Bella is told she is immortal, or that they are all immortal. Then they proceed to rip each others heads off, and kill each other. Were you really immortal you would not have to fear death at all. You'd tell those italian vampires (the vatican? something like that it starts with a V for sure) to "suck it" as you intend to do whatever you want. If you can die by any means, you are not immortal, get it straight. Live a long time? sure. Immortal? let me drive this wooden stake in your heart and we'll see.
Of course Bella has to become a super strong vampire. I call crap on that. Why give one of the worst actresses in the world such power? I found her quite annoying as an actress, and the character in general. Why o Why didn't Joan Jett kick her ass during filming of "The Runaways," and put us all out of our misery?
Honestly, throughout the entire series I kept hoping that some real vampires (maybe some out of an Anne Rice novel who were on a break from any action as Anne Rice spent 5 chapters describing the room said vampires were in) would show up and kick the Cullen's collective ass (as well as the Vatican's or whatever they were called), and show them what real vampires are all about. That would have made the movie much better.
Well, I have seen them all. I'm no worse off for it I suppose. If you can get past the volvo driving, and the damn sparkling, you will probalby enjoy the movie. Maybe I'll see you there as I go see it a second time with my daughter.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thanksgiving with a capital T, and that stands for Trouble.
Well, another Thanksgiving has come and gone. A day when we gather together with friends and family and cram food into our face as if we are ducks being groomed to produce foie gras, and then lounge around in a glassy eyed stupor to celebrate some ambiguous idea whose roots have long been uncertain. We attribute our day of gorging to some feast that the pilgrims may or may not have really had, and which may or may not have included Native Americans (the Indians to some of you.) I suppose it could have taken place, maybe a chance to fatten up the opposition prior to relocating them to other lands.
For my international followers I will attempt to summarize some of the traditions that seem to be common to most families in the USA. Then I will delight you with tales of joy and wonderment from my family.
Thanksgiving is a day where most families tend to come together to watch each other eat as if they have been on a hunger strike for the last decade. This is the day in which more turkey is consumed than any other day of the calendar. It makes me wonder if there are small turkey factions who have created "Thanksgiving bunkers." Places where they can take their families and hide away from the crazed turkey hunter to avoid having breaded stuffing unceremoniously lodged in their nether regions. A bunker stocked with enough grain to get through the one day of turkey armageddon. Sounds like a reality show in the making.
Of course turkey is not the only thing present on the table. Each family will have a myriad of casseroles. Casseroles are how we take everything healthy about different vegetables and toss it out the window. Add as much butter, cream, lard or other fatty product along with some sort of breading to any vegetable, and you have a casserole. For many who do not like vegetables, this is the way to go as the fatty content helps them slide right on down the gullet, and you can feel good because you have eaten your vegetables for the year. Chase that down with the ubiquitous stuffing/dressing and you are ripe for a shamanistic after dinner experience complete with hallucinations.
Let us not forget the cranberry sauce. That gelatinous substance that magically takes on the appearance of an aluminum can. It's red, and wiggles like jello. How can it not be good? Seriously, I have never eaten the gelatinous mass, so I don't know.
Other common side dishes which are not as funny as cranberry sauce include: rolls, yams, or sweet potatoes in some buttery concoction, green bean casserole (probably not present at the aforementioned pilgrim feast. if it existed,) corn, maybe even some ham, and stuffing/dressing (think bread with boiled eggs, celery and some spices in it. not a fan.)
Stuffing is interesting because it is one of those dishes that you either love or hate. Personally, I do not like it. Here in the USA, if you tell someone that you hate a particular dish the required response from that person is: "oh, but you have not tried my stuffing (or other hated food.)" Of course I have not tried it because as you may know I HATE stuffing. Unless you are Hermione Granger and can magically turn stuffing into a plate full of brownies, or at least distract me with your hotness, then i'm not interested.
Then of course you will find various combinations of pies, cakes, and desserts of all kinds. This is the coup de grace (which is defined as the merciful death blow to a suffering creature.) A term certainly developed with Thanksgiving in mind. It is not unusual to find entire families in various states of a coma immediately after this course of the dinner.
Turkey sandwiches are soon to follow.
Our family has decided to take a different tack the last few years. At some point in time my father has decided that he "hates turkey, and always has. " Quite the revelation after having turkey pretty much every thanksgiving for almost 70 years. We have Thanksgiving Chicken. A bird that lives in fear every day of the year rather than just one.
The rest of our meal is similar to that listed above. Each dish seems to have been adopted by a member of the family, who is responsible for making that dish while my mom stands over them like a French Chef barking orders at some newbie in his kitchen; wooden spoon, or other convenient kitchen utensil, in hand ready to correct any misstep.
After dinner we congregate around the living room, and usually will watch a movie marathon, which is a whole other blog. Watching movies with my family. I will work on that in a few days.
Hopefully most of you are coming out of the coma, and getting ready for another round.
For my international followers I will attempt to summarize some of the traditions that seem to be common to most families in the USA. Then I will delight you with tales of joy and wonderment from my family.
Thanksgiving is a day where most families tend to come together to watch each other eat as if they have been on a hunger strike for the last decade. This is the day in which more turkey is consumed than any other day of the calendar. It makes me wonder if there are small turkey factions who have created "Thanksgiving bunkers." Places where they can take their families and hide away from the crazed turkey hunter to avoid having breaded stuffing unceremoniously lodged in their nether regions. A bunker stocked with enough grain to get through the one day of turkey armageddon. Sounds like a reality show in the making.
Of course turkey is not the only thing present on the table. Each family will have a myriad of casseroles. Casseroles are how we take everything healthy about different vegetables and toss it out the window. Add as much butter, cream, lard or other fatty product along with some sort of breading to any vegetable, and you have a casserole. For many who do not like vegetables, this is the way to go as the fatty content helps them slide right on down the gullet, and you can feel good because you have eaten your vegetables for the year. Chase that down with the ubiquitous stuffing/dressing and you are ripe for a shamanistic after dinner experience complete with hallucinations.
Let us not forget the cranberry sauce. That gelatinous substance that magically takes on the appearance of an aluminum can. It's red, and wiggles like jello. How can it not be good? Seriously, I have never eaten the gelatinous mass, so I don't know.
Other common side dishes which are not as funny as cranberry sauce include: rolls, yams, or sweet potatoes in some buttery concoction, green bean casserole (probably not present at the aforementioned pilgrim feast. if it existed,) corn, maybe even some ham, and stuffing/dressing (think bread with boiled eggs, celery and some spices in it. not a fan.)
Stuffing is interesting because it is one of those dishes that you either love or hate. Personally, I do not like it. Here in the USA, if you tell someone that you hate a particular dish the required response from that person is: "oh, but you have not tried my stuffing (or other hated food.)" Of course I have not tried it because as you may know I HATE stuffing. Unless you are Hermione Granger and can magically turn stuffing into a plate full of brownies, or at least distract me with your hotness, then i'm not interested.
Then of course you will find various combinations of pies, cakes, and desserts of all kinds. This is the coup de grace (which is defined as the merciful death blow to a suffering creature.) A term certainly developed with Thanksgiving in mind. It is not unusual to find entire families in various states of a coma immediately after this course of the dinner.
Turkey sandwiches are soon to follow.
Our family has decided to take a different tack the last few years. At some point in time my father has decided that he "hates turkey, and always has. " Quite the revelation after having turkey pretty much every thanksgiving for almost 70 years. We have Thanksgiving Chicken. A bird that lives in fear every day of the year rather than just one.
The rest of our meal is similar to that listed above. Each dish seems to have been adopted by a member of the family, who is responsible for making that dish while my mom stands over them like a French Chef barking orders at some newbie in his kitchen; wooden spoon, or other convenient kitchen utensil, in hand ready to correct any misstep.
After dinner we congregate around the living room, and usually will watch a movie marathon, which is a whole other blog. Watching movies with my family. I will work on that in a few days.
Hopefully most of you are coming out of the coma, and getting ready for another round.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
I'm too sexy...
It is official; People Magazine has named their "sexiest man alive" for 2012. I'm not really sure how this proclamation works. If someone is the sexiest man alive, shouldn't they carry that title until they are...I don't know...no longer alive? How can you be sexiest man alive in 2012, and then in 2013 you're little more than chopped liver? What happened in the span of 365 days? All a little suspect if you ask me.
Let's face it, the title itself is a bit dubious. "Sexiest Man Alive." What they mean to say is "sexiest man that is starring in a movie this year." That seems to narrow the playing field significantly. I mean the title that exists would suggest that the editors, or people in charge of deciding such important issues, have travelled the globe extensively, and met a significant portion of the male population in order to truly claim that Channing Tatum is indeed the "sexiest man alive." As a very sexy man, I take umbrage with this arbitrary narrowing of the field.
And what happens to former "Sexiest Men Alive?" Is there a support group for the almost certain depression that follows the inevitable fall from great heights? You rise to the pinnacle of sexiness, and 365.25 days later you might as well be working in a coal mine. (I'm sure plenty of sexy men work in coal mines, no offense meant.) Has Clooney turned to the bottle to drown his sorrows? Or does he now have the time to focus on making less movies like The Goat Whisperer, Men Who Stare at Goats, or whatever it was called, and more movies like Ocean's 27? The gang gets back together, but due to Clooney's (and Brad Pitt's and Matt Damon's) loss of stature they decide to knock of Harrah's in Cherokee, NC, where a "snatch and grab" jos IS all it really takes.
Let me pause for a moment to talk about the Ocean's 11 series of movies. We have Ocean's 11, Ocean's 12, and Ocean's 13. Ocean's 11 is titled such because...well...the crew had 11 members. While I find the subsequent titles of Ocean's 12 and Ocean's 13 quite clever, they are inaccurate. Ocean's crew did not increase in membership. Billy Ocean did not become the band of thieves Bard. It remained Ocean's 11. I found myself constantly counting the crew members in each sequel, and thus missing the moral of each subsequent movie which is that apparently crime does pay. but only if 3 members of your crew are former "sexiest men alive". sorry for the aside.
Back to the "sexiest man alive." Let us also discuss the double standard that exists in this world. It's ok to have the "sexiest man alive," where the only qualifications I can find is that the guy was in a movie that year, and he probably makes women drool. (ok Nick Nolte probably did not make anyone drool, clearly the people at PEOPLE were stoned that year). Now if us men were to even mention how hot any particular actress is, much less call her the sexiest woman alive, we would be labeled pigs. Those of us fortunate enough to have significant others in our lives would have to hear endless diatribes about "you think she's better looking than me; what's she got that I don't have?" It's ok to have "magic mike?" which apparently had no real plot, and probably should have been in 3-D. But let us make "Bewitching Bella," and there will be hell to pay.
And finally, if you are a member of a minority group you should be outraged. Apparently, Denzel is the only Sexiest Man Alive that is a minority.
My advice to Channing Tatum is to go ahead and stock up on your Xanax and Vodka, because you now only have 364 days to enjoy your title. Get out of bed, and get to enjoying the benefits that will come along with being the "sexiest man alive." Take it from me, a very sexy man, that it's all kicks and giggles at first, but it can be a burden being so sexy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
you had to see that one coming.
Let's face it, the title itself is a bit dubious. "Sexiest Man Alive." What they mean to say is "sexiest man that is starring in a movie this year." That seems to narrow the playing field significantly. I mean the title that exists would suggest that the editors, or people in charge of deciding such important issues, have travelled the globe extensively, and met a significant portion of the male population in order to truly claim that Channing Tatum is indeed the "sexiest man alive." As a very sexy man, I take umbrage with this arbitrary narrowing of the field.
And what happens to former "Sexiest Men Alive?" Is there a support group for the almost certain depression that follows the inevitable fall from great heights? You rise to the pinnacle of sexiness, and 365.25 days later you might as well be working in a coal mine. (I'm sure plenty of sexy men work in coal mines, no offense meant.) Has Clooney turned to the bottle to drown his sorrows? Or does he now have the time to focus on making less movies like The Goat Whisperer, Men Who Stare at Goats, or whatever it was called, and more movies like Ocean's 27? The gang gets back together, but due to Clooney's (and Brad Pitt's and Matt Damon's) loss of stature they decide to knock of Harrah's in Cherokee, NC, where a "snatch and grab" jos IS all it really takes.
Let me pause for a moment to talk about the Ocean's 11 series of movies. We have Ocean's 11, Ocean's 12, and Ocean's 13. Ocean's 11 is titled such because...well...the crew had 11 members. While I find the subsequent titles of Ocean's 12 and Ocean's 13 quite clever, they are inaccurate. Ocean's crew did not increase in membership. Billy Ocean did not become the band of thieves Bard. It remained Ocean's 11. I found myself constantly counting the crew members in each sequel, and thus missing the moral of each subsequent movie which is that apparently crime does pay. but only if 3 members of your crew are former "sexiest men alive". sorry for the aside.
Back to the "sexiest man alive." Let us also discuss the double standard that exists in this world. It's ok to have the "sexiest man alive," where the only qualifications I can find is that the guy was in a movie that year, and he probably makes women drool. (ok Nick Nolte probably did not make anyone drool, clearly the people at PEOPLE were stoned that year). Now if us men were to even mention how hot any particular actress is, much less call her the sexiest woman alive, we would be labeled pigs. Those of us fortunate enough to have significant others in our lives would have to hear endless diatribes about "you think she's better looking than me; what's she got that I don't have?" It's ok to have "magic mike?" which apparently had no real plot, and probably should have been in 3-D. But let us make "Bewitching Bella," and there will be hell to pay.
And finally, if you are a member of a minority group you should be outraged. Apparently, Denzel is the only Sexiest Man Alive that is a minority.
My advice to Channing Tatum is to go ahead and stock up on your Xanax and Vodka, because you now only have 364 days to enjoy your title. Get out of bed, and get to enjoying the benefits that will come along with being the "sexiest man alive." Take it from me, a very sexy man, that it's all kicks and giggles at first, but it can be a burden being so sexy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
you had to see that one coming.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
For your eyes only
Last night I began to write a post about my recent viewing of the movie "skyfall." As the words began to pour out of my fingertips I realized that some people may want to experience the movie without certain knowledge. Some may not want to know that in "Skyfall" it is determined that James Bond is actually from New Zealand, and is dismissed from MI6. Most probably do not care to know beforehand that Moneypenny is a drag queen. And others would like to be surprised to hear that Q is actually X, Q's wicked twin brother. (because in the movies, twins are always wicked. It's the law.) However, I am certain that all of my female readers would love to know exactly how many seconds Daniel Craig is naked in the movie, but I would not want to ruin the movie for anyone.
I had reached about the halfway point of my post, and thought to myself that possibly my loyal readers would prefer a chance to see the movie before reading about it. Therefore, I deleted the entire sentence that I wrote. Here we are 8 hours later; the movie has been out for over 24 hours, and if you have not seen it by now well, let's be frank, you probably just aren't going to see it as any REAL fan of James Bond would have snuck onto the set while they were shooting the film and forced their way into each scene.
Honestly, I don't believe there are really any spoilers in this blog. So read on without any fears.
Let's get straight to it. When a person mentions anything about a new James Bond film 2 things come to mind immediately: who is singing the theme song, and who is the new Bond girl? well, maybe a third: who is going to be James Bond? The third is easy to answer this time as it is Daniel Craig again. The new theme song is performed by Adele. I was about to leave the movie when I heard the song come on, because I believe that Adele has been overplayed. Her 15 minutes are up, can we please move on. I'm not a big fan. Besides, we all know that the best Bond theme song is the following:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR46gQLyxuE
As for the new Bond girl (BTW- shouldn't it at least be Bond Woman? as bond girl is a little creepy) you will not be disappointed. Unless you just aren't into women. If that is the case refer to point 3, and you have Daniel Craig, so please do not take my Bond woman away. The new woman is Bérénice Marlohe, and let's face it they could have made an entire movie about her just sitting in a Waffle House and i would have watched it. As all past Bond girls, she is quite sexy even if she is French (inside joke for some of my friends.) Since James Bond seems to go through Bond Girls like a kid going through his Hallween candy we have quite a number of past Bond Girls, and you are probably expecting me to post a picture of my favorite Bond girl, but I do not have a favorite Bond girl as James Bond has impeccable taste in women. Much like myself. I appreciate all past Bond women equally. Therefore, why just pick one.
Usually, with the release of a new James Bond movie the debate of "who is the best Bond" always starts. I will admit that I am not a James Bond aficionado. I generally do not engage in this debate. I know that most of my friends believe that Sean Connery holds that title. I do like Daniel Craig as James Bond, and hope that he continues in the role in future movies.
Now on to "Skyfall."
I enjoyed the movie a great deal. In fact, I probably will go see it again. I will not discuss the major plot lines at all, however, be prepared for some surprises. The minor plot line that caught my attention is how they address that Bond is an aging field agent. They put him through some tests: physical, mental and psychological. All of which he fails. But in typical 007 fashion he proves that none of those tests can determine how good of a field agent one can be, and then he commences to kick bad guy ass. close curtain, lots of cheering.
I would be remiss if I did not mention the performance by Javier Bardem. I first saw him in "No Country for Old Men," and was blown away by his perfomance in that movie. I was not disappointed in any way with his perfomance as Silva. Bardem has a penchant for playing quirky characters, and he really delivers with this performance.
Hopefully, I have not ruined the film in any way for my loyal subjects (i mean readers). I encourage you to go see this movie.
Seriously, Berenice, call me. I'm single, and was just kidding about all the other Bond girls being as awesome as you.
I had reached about the halfway point of my post, and thought to myself that possibly my loyal readers would prefer a chance to see the movie before reading about it. Therefore, I deleted the entire sentence that I wrote. Here we are 8 hours later; the movie has been out for over 24 hours, and if you have not seen it by now well, let's be frank, you probably just aren't going to see it as any REAL fan of James Bond would have snuck onto the set while they were shooting the film and forced their way into each scene.
Honestly, I don't believe there are really any spoilers in this blog. So read on without any fears.
Let's get straight to it. When a person mentions anything about a new James Bond film 2 things come to mind immediately: who is singing the theme song, and who is the new Bond girl? well, maybe a third: who is going to be James Bond? The third is easy to answer this time as it is Daniel Craig again. The new theme song is performed by Adele. I was about to leave the movie when I heard the song come on, because I believe that Adele has been overplayed. Her 15 minutes are up, can we please move on. I'm not a big fan. Besides, we all know that the best Bond theme song is the following:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR46gQLyxuE
As for the new Bond girl (BTW- shouldn't it at least be Bond Woman? as bond girl is a little creepy) you will not be disappointed. Unless you just aren't into women. If that is the case refer to point 3, and you have Daniel Craig, so please do not take my Bond woman away. The new woman is Bérénice Marlohe, and let's face it they could have made an entire movie about her just sitting in a Waffle House and i would have watched it. As all past Bond girls, she is quite sexy even if she is French (inside joke for some of my friends.) Since James Bond seems to go through Bond Girls like a kid going through his Hallween candy we have quite a number of past Bond Girls, and you are probably expecting me to post a picture of my favorite Bond girl, but I do not have a favorite Bond girl as James Bond has impeccable taste in women. Much like myself. I appreciate all past Bond women equally. Therefore, why just pick one.
Usually, with the release of a new James Bond movie the debate of "who is the best Bond" always starts. I will admit that I am not a James Bond aficionado. I generally do not engage in this debate. I know that most of my friends believe that Sean Connery holds that title. I do like Daniel Craig as James Bond, and hope that he continues in the role in future movies.
Now on to "Skyfall."
I enjoyed the movie a great deal. In fact, I probably will go see it again. I will not discuss the major plot lines at all, however, be prepared for some surprises. The minor plot line that caught my attention is how they address that Bond is an aging field agent. They put him through some tests: physical, mental and psychological. All of which he fails. But in typical 007 fashion he proves that none of those tests can determine how good of a field agent one can be, and then he commences to kick bad guy ass. close curtain, lots of cheering.
I would be remiss if I did not mention the performance by Javier Bardem. I first saw him in "No Country for Old Men," and was blown away by his perfomance in that movie. I was not disappointed in any way with his perfomance as Silva. Bardem has a penchant for playing quirky characters, and he really delivers with this performance.
Hopefully, I have not ruined the film in any way for my loyal subjects (i mean readers). I encourage you to go see this movie.
Seriously, Berenice, call me. I'm single, and was just kidding about all the other Bond girls being as awesome as you.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
young americans
I found myself watching a show called "Life After Top Chef" on On Demand this morning. Well, I was watching it until my fabulous cable company decided that for some reason I could no longer watch that show at this time. They seem to fail quite regularly when it comes to delivering shows On Demand. I guess I did not read the fine print that says it is On THEIR Demand and not mine. I am a pretty big fan of "Top Chef," and began watching this show merely because I think that Jen Carroll is quite easy on the eyes. "Hot" as the younger generation might say. I would gladly let her date me, but I digress. This blog is less about food and more about not food. Seriously, Jen Carroll, if you are reading this blog call me. Day or night.
As I was watching the few minutes of this particular episode that I was allowed to watch by bubba's cable company, Fabio made a comment about the American Dream (noted as AD in this blog) and that got me thinking. Scary I know, and yes I do feel a migraine coming on now. Fabio (not the one on the covers of romance novels, but the chef) grew up in Italy, and came to America 5 years ago. He has been successful as a chef/businessman. He said he is living the American Dream. Apparently he works about 40 hours a day in order to live that dream.
What does the American Dream mean? Does it require working yourself into oblivion? Working so much that you have no time for friends, family, proper rest and relaxation? Where do we draw the line and say enough is enough? Of course I have songs for it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNw1ZPzqP9Q
Advertising executives might have you believe that the AD is wearing the right clothes, drinking the right vodka, eating at the right restaurants, and happiness will abound. I've worn some of those clothes (sorry but skinny jeans will never find their way onto my body), I've drank the "right" vodkas/rum/bourbon/beer in various combinations. I've eaten at many nice restaurants. Let me tell you that none of those things compare to the joy I feel when I hear my daughter laugh at something stupid I have done to elicit that laugh. That laughter is the essence of the AD to me.
I remember one day, many years ago, they opened a new Super Target near her house. (yes, i am aware of the irony surrounding my story as we went to consumerists mecca). We journey to Mecca several times a week. She had been to this particular store before, but I had not. She kept telling me how big the store was compared to the dinky little target that was 5 miles down the road. We pull into the parking lot and I just let out a string of "Woos" as I feign surprise at how large the store is. At first, she had a look in her eye like I might need to be committed to some institution, and hopefully they still make use of electric shock therapy. Then she realized while I may be insane, I'm pretty damned entertaining and she started laughing and could not stop laughing. The real benefit of being able to make people laugh is not that it makes you feel good, it is that it keeps them from sending you to Uncle Jethro's Mid-Western Facility for the Clinically Insane that is conveniently located in Guam.
I believe that at one time my vision of the AD was having a big ol' pile of money that I could roll around in like a pile of freshly raked leaves in the fall. And while I would not shun that pile of dough, I feel as if my views have changed as I have aged. Now, I think that the AD is more about spending quality time with my friends and family. Taking some time out for myself. Stopping to smell the roses if you will. I've worked 6 days a week before, and quite frankly it sucked.
Now I'm not saying I support a vow of poverty. Not quite ready to join the monastery, wear a woolen robe and chant all day long. I'm just saying that I value interactions with the world around me more than I value material things.
What might your idea of the American Dream be? How far are you willing to go to achieve that dream?
I am aware that I used to plural "songs" earlier, and I did not lie. Nor did I make an grammatical mistake. At least not one that has to do with using a plural noun.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVYDnQwi3OQ
yes, i know this song is about heroin use, but maybe the American Dream is like heroin for some. "I used to do a little, but a little wouldn't do, so a little got more and more."
well, i must go pack so I can move.
As I was watching the few minutes of this particular episode that I was allowed to watch by bubba's cable company, Fabio made a comment about the American Dream (noted as AD in this blog) and that got me thinking. Scary I know, and yes I do feel a migraine coming on now. Fabio (not the one on the covers of romance novels, but the chef) grew up in Italy, and came to America 5 years ago. He has been successful as a chef/businessman. He said he is living the American Dream. Apparently he works about 40 hours a day in order to live that dream.
What does the American Dream mean? Does it require working yourself into oblivion? Working so much that you have no time for friends, family, proper rest and relaxation? Where do we draw the line and say enough is enough? Of course I have songs for it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNw1ZPzqP9Q
Advertising executives might have you believe that the AD is wearing the right clothes, drinking the right vodka, eating at the right restaurants, and happiness will abound. I've worn some of those clothes (sorry but skinny jeans will never find their way onto my body), I've drank the "right" vodkas/rum/bourbon/beer in various combinations. I've eaten at many nice restaurants. Let me tell you that none of those things compare to the joy I feel when I hear my daughter laugh at something stupid I have done to elicit that laugh. That laughter is the essence of the AD to me.
I remember one day, many years ago, they opened a new Super Target near her house. (yes, i am aware of the irony surrounding my story as we went to consumerists mecca). We journey to Mecca several times a week. She had been to this particular store before, but I had not. She kept telling me how big the store was compared to the dinky little target that was 5 miles down the road. We pull into the parking lot and I just let out a string of "Woos" as I feign surprise at how large the store is. At first, she had a look in her eye like I might need to be committed to some institution, and hopefully they still make use of electric shock therapy. Then she realized while I may be insane, I'm pretty damned entertaining and she started laughing and could not stop laughing. The real benefit of being able to make people laugh is not that it makes you feel good, it is that it keeps them from sending you to Uncle Jethro's Mid-Western Facility for the Clinically Insane that is conveniently located in Guam.
I believe that at one time my vision of the AD was having a big ol' pile of money that I could roll around in like a pile of freshly raked leaves in the fall. And while I would not shun that pile of dough, I feel as if my views have changed as I have aged. Now, I think that the AD is more about spending quality time with my friends and family. Taking some time out for myself. Stopping to smell the roses if you will. I've worked 6 days a week before, and quite frankly it sucked.
Now I'm not saying I support a vow of poverty. Not quite ready to join the monastery, wear a woolen robe and chant all day long. I'm just saying that I value interactions with the world around me more than I value material things.
What might your idea of the American Dream be? How far are you willing to go to achieve that dream?
I am aware that I used to plural "songs" earlier, and I did not lie. Nor did I make an grammatical mistake. At least not one that has to do with using a plural noun.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVYDnQwi3OQ
yes, i know this song is about heroin use, but maybe the American Dream is like heroin for some. "I used to do a little, but a little wouldn't do, so a little got more and more."
well, i must go pack so I can move.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Promises Promises
Today is a momentous day here in the US of A. It's a day when we are given to opportunity to make a choice, and possibly make a change. Once every 4 years we are afforded the opportunity to decide who is going to be our leader, our Commander in Chief, our President for the next 4 years. You may imagine that it is an onerous task what with so many people in the country from which to choose, but we manage to pare it down to a handful of choices with 2 people pretty much squashing out any hopes for the others early on in the process.
Here in the US of A we are very enthusiastic about the election process. So much so that approximately 48% of registered voters actually bother to participate in the process. It's comforting to know that we can't even muster a majority of the voters to make a choice. It makes one wonder if we are truly being represented properly. Most likely, not.
The build up to this day is really something spectacular. Months before the election, maybe even a year before, potential candidates begin to surface and make themselves known to the masses. It all begins lightheartedly, and with much celebration, but that does not last long. Are we given any real information with which to make our decision during this time? No! What we are given? Name calling, mud slinging, half truths, twisted facts, and lots of finger pointing. That is the information pool from which we get to make our decisions. Like a butcher breaking down a side of beef, candidates are sliced away without a second thought. Some left to lie on the political floor like offal that only a handful will ever give another glance. quite brutal
It is refreshing to see how quickly this process can turn otherwise rational people into rabid lunatics. Swift to move from friendly discourse to calling each other idiots, morons, and questioning each others mental acuity in various fashions that hearken to the days of elementary school playgrounds. It makes one proud to be a member. It's a wonder so many people participate in the event.
Finally, the day arrives. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Not because we have been waiting with the anticipation of a child wanting to tear into their Christmas gifts to see what they get, but rather because it means the end of ridiculous political advertisements and endless phone calls to see who we may vote for. How many more times can I see one candidate parade around all the Hollywood/Famous people he knows in an attempt to garner my vote? Is their a corollation between number of celebrities a person knows, and the ability to lead a nation that is flat out broke? If that is the case, then we need to elect Kevin Bacon and do so right quick. How many more ads must I watch of a candidate dressed in suits I cannot afford smiling and glad-handing the masses? If the ability to lead our nation is best determined by the best dresser then maybe we should elect Gwyneth Paltrow as she is "People" magazines Best Dressed Woman in the World! The entire WORLD, she must be the leader we need.
Much like children following the Pied Piper less than half of the masses make their way to their assigned voting center to punch a few buttons and make a selection. The Piper plays such wily tunes as:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBupia9oidU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl3vxEudif8
Personally, I believe we should put on our powdered wigs and march into those centers with a revolutionary mindset that would make our founding Fathers proud. It's time to dispel the apathetic fog, release ourselves from the chains of rhetoric, and truly make a difference. Get all of those that promote and support our failing system and let them know who is really in charge. WE THE PEOPLE! not We the ones that really don't have anything better to do than vote, not We the easily led by the glitz and glamor of smooth talking/life long politicians, but WE THE PEOPLE who are pissed, who are angry that our country has been taken from us. 48% even bother to make an effort. Where are the other 52%? Bullied into believing that they have no real voice? valid. So distraught with the belief that no matter who is elected that nothing will really change? on point. Time to have a revolution of non-violence, a revolution by the people for the people. Time to take the country back from the politicians and re-engage the 52%.
Just once I would love to see the people make a stand and tell those who force us to believe we have to be a Democrat or a Republican that we reject you both. We will no longer allow you to play at being a government. No changes will be made in regards to any of our major problems because it would eliminate "talking points" for the next election should we eliminate any of our problems. We need people that are willing to make compromises to find solutions. Not simply point fingers and call each other names.
Here in Atlanta, our Falcons have a saying, "Rise Up!" Now if we can get an entire city, maybe even and entire state to "Rise Up!" for a football team (who happens to be undefeated and well on their way to the post-season), then surely we can get the entire country to "Rise Up!" for themselves. Can't we? Shouldn't we?
Now, may I please be returned to my regularly scheduled programming, and have all of the phone calls cease? thank you, see you in four years. I may just repost this blog in 4 years. As i drift into the apathetic majority.
Here in the US of A we are very enthusiastic about the election process. So much so that approximately 48% of registered voters actually bother to participate in the process. It's comforting to know that we can't even muster a majority of the voters to make a choice. It makes one wonder if we are truly being represented properly. Most likely, not.
The build up to this day is really something spectacular. Months before the election, maybe even a year before, potential candidates begin to surface and make themselves known to the masses. It all begins lightheartedly, and with much celebration, but that does not last long. Are we given any real information with which to make our decision during this time? No! What we are given? Name calling, mud slinging, half truths, twisted facts, and lots of finger pointing. That is the information pool from which we get to make our decisions. Like a butcher breaking down a side of beef, candidates are sliced away without a second thought. Some left to lie on the political floor like offal that only a handful will ever give another glance. quite brutal
It is refreshing to see how quickly this process can turn otherwise rational people into rabid lunatics. Swift to move from friendly discourse to calling each other idiots, morons, and questioning each others mental acuity in various fashions that hearken to the days of elementary school playgrounds. It makes one proud to be a member. It's a wonder so many people participate in the event.
Finally, the day arrives. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Not because we have been waiting with the anticipation of a child wanting to tear into their Christmas gifts to see what they get, but rather because it means the end of ridiculous political advertisements and endless phone calls to see who we may vote for. How many more times can I see one candidate parade around all the Hollywood/Famous people he knows in an attempt to garner my vote? Is their a corollation between number of celebrities a person knows, and the ability to lead a nation that is flat out broke? If that is the case, then we need to elect Kevin Bacon and do so right quick. How many more ads must I watch of a candidate dressed in suits I cannot afford smiling and glad-handing the masses? If the ability to lead our nation is best determined by the best dresser then maybe we should elect Gwyneth Paltrow as she is "People" magazines Best Dressed Woman in the World! The entire WORLD, she must be the leader we need.
Much like children following the Pied Piper less than half of the masses make their way to their assigned voting center to punch a few buttons and make a selection. The Piper plays such wily tunes as:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBupia9oidU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl3vxEudif8
Personally, I believe we should put on our powdered wigs and march into those centers with a revolutionary mindset that would make our founding Fathers proud. It's time to dispel the apathetic fog, release ourselves from the chains of rhetoric, and truly make a difference. Get all of those that promote and support our failing system and let them know who is really in charge. WE THE PEOPLE! not We the ones that really don't have anything better to do than vote, not We the easily led by the glitz and glamor of smooth talking/life long politicians, but WE THE PEOPLE who are pissed, who are angry that our country has been taken from us. 48% even bother to make an effort. Where are the other 52%? Bullied into believing that they have no real voice? valid. So distraught with the belief that no matter who is elected that nothing will really change? on point. Time to have a revolution of non-violence, a revolution by the people for the people. Time to take the country back from the politicians and re-engage the 52%.
Just once I would love to see the people make a stand and tell those who force us to believe we have to be a Democrat or a Republican that we reject you both. We will no longer allow you to play at being a government. No changes will be made in regards to any of our major problems because it would eliminate "talking points" for the next election should we eliminate any of our problems. We need people that are willing to make compromises to find solutions. Not simply point fingers and call each other names.
Here in Atlanta, our Falcons have a saying, "Rise Up!" Now if we can get an entire city, maybe even and entire state to "Rise Up!" for a football team (who happens to be undefeated and well on their way to the post-season), then surely we can get the entire country to "Rise Up!" for themselves. Can't we? Shouldn't we?
Now, may I please be returned to my regularly scheduled programming, and have all of the phone calls cease? thank you, see you in four years. I may just repost this blog in 4 years. As i drift into the apathetic majority.
Friday, November 2, 2012
The Spirit of Radio
Last night I had the pleasure of seeing my all-time favorite band play live. That band is RUSH. 40 years and they are still going strong. I know many of you may not be fans of prog rock, rock music in general, or even RUSH, but I have to tell you these guys transcend labels in a fashion that I've not seen from any other group.
You can take a look at any typical tour list for any given year and you will find several groups that are 30 years old or so out on the tour circuit. So maybe you are thinking that RUSH is no different than these groups. Having seen many of those groups as well as RUSH I can tell you that there is a huge difference. For one, RUSH still has all of it's original members. Many of the groups from my youth that still tour are barely more than a shell of their original selves. My opinion is that most of them can barely be called a cover band at this time as most of the original members are not a part of the group any longer. I'm just not all that interested in shelling out 50-100 dollars to see a cover band of Styx, Foreigner, Journey, Allman Brothers, etc. Secondly, RUSH still produces original music that is relevant to the times, interesting, and can stand up on it's own. You can listen to any of their more recent albums and it will be musically interesting regardless of their previous body of work. I have not bought a Styx album since Edge of the Century, and do not intend to buy any thing from them or any of the other groups mentioned above. The "new" music I have heard from them sounds like they are trying to recapture what made them huge 30 years ago rather than being a fluid progression of time and sound.
Now don't get me wrong. I am not trying to judge those bands that are not RUSH. Maybe they need the money, and I do still enjoy my favorite songs from each of those groups. But those groups either are not producing new music, or if they do, it is not of the same quality as their heyday.
As for the actual concert: it was simply amazing. RUSH will take you on an audial journey through time and space with a precision that is almost unfathomable. You don't have to like rock music, or even RUSH to be able to appreciate that these are 3 of the most musically capable people in the industry. I would argue that most bands may have one truly awesome musician, but all 3 members of RUSH are true musicians. They have an understanding of music theory, and an ability to apply that knowledge that far surpasses most in the industry.
Neil Peart: To call him the drummer of the band is less than adequate. A rhythmic automaton that provides much more than a simple beat. He does more with a splash cymbal than many can do with an entire drum set. His solos are one of the most anticipated parts of the show. The silent member who channels his voice through the lyrics that Geddy Lee presents every night.
Alex Lifeson: A guitarist? certainly. A man that has mastered the instrument? definitely. Sonic LSD as he paints pictures in your mind with not only the notes he plays, but the sounds he produces. At one minute crisp, clear harmonics emanate forth from the amplifiers, and the next he attacks your ears with raw power chords. Each evoking an emotion, and creating a connection between artist and patron.
Geddy Lee: I will admit not the best singer on the face of the planet, but I cannot imagine any other voice delivering the words to these songs. I am fascinated with how well the band in general has adapted to a voice that is aging and no longer capable of singing in the falsetto that was his trademark for decades. Still would not want to hear anyone but Geddy sing these songs. Now add to his list of things to do on stage the fact that he plays Bass, Keyboards, and even foot pedals while singing complicated lyrics and you have the makings of a complete front man. Geddy's bass playing ability surpasses the basic bar full of eighth notes that are simply root notes. He adds a bottom end that is musical genius by itself yet an integral part of the sonic brush that RUSH uses to paint those mental pictures each member of the audience craves.
Am I biased, probably so, but I would like to think that I am objective in my appreciation of their musical gifts. I will continue to see these guys as long as they keep touring. I always leave their show with a longing for more. I also appreciate that they do not take themselves too seriously; constantly poking fun at themselves and their music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lu9Ycq64Gy4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuL_euRslTc
You can take a look at any typical tour list for any given year and you will find several groups that are 30 years old or so out on the tour circuit. So maybe you are thinking that RUSH is no different than these groups. Having seen many of those groups as well as RUSH I can tell you that there is a huge difference. For one, RUSH still has all of it's original members. Many of the groups from my youth that still tour are barely more than a shell of their original selves. My opinion is that most of them can barely be called a cover band at this time as most of the original members are not a part of the group any longer. I'm just not all that interested in shelling out 50-100 dollars to see a cover band of Styx, Foreigner, Journey, Allman Brothers, etc. Secondly, RUSH still produces original music that is relevant to the times, interesting, and can stand up on it's own. You can listen to any of their more recent albums and it will be musically interesting regardless of their previous body of work. I have not bought a Styx album since Edge of the Century, and do not intend to buy any thing from them or any of the other groups mentioned above. The "new" music I have heard from them sounds like they are trying to recapture what made them huge 30 years ago rather than being a fluid progression of time and sound.
Now don't get me wrong. I am not trying to judge those bands that are not RUSH. Maybe they need the money, and I do still enjoy my favorite songs from each of those groups. But those groups either are not producing new music, or if they do, it is not of the same quality as their heyday.
As for the actual concert: it was simply amazing. RUSH will take you on an audial journey through time and space with a precision that is almost unfathomable. You don't have to like rock music, or even RUSH to be able to appreciate that these are 3 of the most musically capable people in the industry. I would argue that most bands may have one truly awesome musician, but all 3 members of RUSH are true musicians. They have an understanding of music theory, and an ability to apply that knowledge that far surpasses most in the industry.
Neil Peart: To call him the drummer of the band is less than adequate. A rhythmic automaton that provides much more than a simple beat. He does more with a splash cymbal than many can do with an entire drum set. His solos are one of the most anticipated parts of the show. The silent member who channels his voice through the lyrics that Geddy Lee presents every night.
Alex Lifeson: A guitarist? certainly. A man that has mastered the instrument? definitely. Sonic LSD as he paints pictures in your mind with not only the notes he plays, but the sounds he produces. At one minute crisp, clear harmonics emanate forth from the amplifiers, and the next he attacks your ears with raw power chords. Each evoking an emotion, and creating a connection between artist and patron.
Geddy Lee: I will admit not the best singer on the face of the planet, but I cannot imagine any other voice delivering the words to these songs. I am fascinated with how well the band in general has adapted to a voice that is aging and no longer capable of singing in the falsetto that was his trademark for decades. Still would not want to hear anyone but Geddy sing these songs. Now add to his list of things to do on stage the fact that he plays Bass, Keyboards, and even foot pedals while singing complicated lyrics and you have the makings of a complete front man. Geddy's bass playing ability surpasses the basic bar full of eighth notes that are simply root notes. He adds a bottom end that is musical genius by itself yet an integral part of the sonic brush that RUSH uses to paint those mental pictures each member of the audience craves.
Am I biased, probably so, but I would like to think that I am objective in my appreciation of their musical gifts. I will continue to see these guys as long as they keep touring. I always leave their show with a longing for more. I also appreciate that they do not take themselves too seriously; constantly poking fun at themselves and their music.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lu9Ycq64Gy4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuL_euRslTc
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Hallow, Hallow
Another Halloween has come and gone. It has always been an odd event for me (i'm not so sure it qualifies as a holiday since we have to work.) Some people go all out to the point where you are certain that Target has moved their Halloween department into your neighbors front yard. It is hard to tell if the people coming and going are Trick or Treating, or shopping. I tend to go to the other extreme and pretend that there is not much special for the day, so I guess it creates balance in the world. Which is always good as long as I get to be Yin and my neighber can be Yang. For some reason I like the word Yin better.
Even though I do not put much effort into "celebrating" Halloween I do enjoy seeing people in their costumes. I especially appreciate the people that create their own costumes. I am shocked by how pricey outfits can be. I came about this knowledge when I took my daughter to look for an outfit this year. Of course, when you only have one store that sells costumes it tends to drive up the price. (i'll save the capitalism lesson for another time when we all need a good snooze.) Luckliy, she did not find anything she liked and ended up making her own outfit. She went as a bag of jellybeans, which I thought was clever and pretty cool. I liked it much better than the store bought variety of costumes.
You may ask, "what did you learn from Halloween this year?" Besides the fact that store bought costumes are expensive I learned that you can boil down these store bought items to a couple of categories. If you're a female you only get one category. Proof that we still live in a male dominated society? Maybe, you can decide for yourself. Here are the categories that I was able to detect in the store.
Women's Costumes: Hooker now it may come in a variety of subcategories such as Pirate Hooker, Nurse Hooker, Witch Hooker, Princess Hooker, or Fairy Hooker, but at the base of it all they are the same. A dress that barely covers your butt, and maybe some colorful stockings. not sure I would encourage my 12 year old to wear them.
Men's Costumes: you can either be a super hero, or some kind of scary monster type thing. It's possible that those are pretty much one and the same category. Still debating that.
This year for Hallween I decided to do something different. I went to my parents' house. It's similar to going to a haunted house with the exception being it is open year round, and the horror is much more real. My sister and I went to see Alfred Hitchcock's "Vertigo" at The Strand Theater in Marietta. Enjoyed the movie very much. Heard one patron state after the movie "I'll view 'It's a Wonderful Life' in a whole new way now." Jimmy Stewart is the lead male actor in both of these movies, and plays drastically different characters.
My horror for the evening came when trying to sleep at the home of the parental units. I was given the room that was my niece's room, and prior to that was my sister's room. (my nephew occupies what used to be my room, and i'm not sure I approve of what he's done with the place.) This bed I was given squeaks like you're at a mouse convention. Every time I moved it sounded like I was receiving a hundred telegraph messages all at the same time. I don't know how anyone ever got any sleep in that bed. Maybe it's some sort of receiving station for messages from the netherworld, maybe it was used as some sort of poor man's alarm system for when my niece occupied said room. If you breathe hard it squeaks. Oh the HORROR!
Needless to say I was my usual cheery self at breakfast at 645 this morning. I suppose it made sense to go ahead and get up considering I had been awake since about 1872 and apparently was not going to go back to sleep.
All in all a decent Halloween. However, with no children around that go trick or treating I have no candy to raid while said children are at school. I think my nephew could have sucked it up one last year and gone trick or treating for his dear old uncle. Just because it's his senior year in high school, and it might be embarrassing for him should not matter. Family first. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll be a senior again next year and go trick or treating for me.
OH! before I forget let me give you the best line from the movie. First, let me set the scene. Jimmy Stewart's character is trying to convince the lead female character to change her hair from brunette to blonde. (I don't bother remembering character names for some reason.) He said to her "surely, it doesn't matter to you." when she was resistant to changing her hair color. Classic. gotta love the 50s. I am surprised he did not just smack her. that seems to be the usual method for getting women to do what you want them to do in movies from that era. Good times. (for those female readers I say that all tongue in cheek.)
Even though I do not put much effort into "celebrating" Halloween I do enjoy seeing people in their costumes. I especially appreciate the people that create their own costumes. I am shocked by how pricey outfits can be. I came about this knowledge when I took my daughter to look for an outfit this year. Of course, when you only have one store that sells costumes it tends to drive up the price. (i'll save the capitalism lesson for another time when we all need a good snooze.) Luckliy, she did not find anything she liked and ended up making her own outfit. She went as a bag of jellybeans, which I thought was clever and pretty cool. I liked it much better than the store bought variety of costumes.
You may ask, "what did you learn from Halloween this year?" Besides the fact that store bought costumes are expensive I learned that you can boil down these store bought items to a couple of categories. If you're a female you only get one category. Proof that we still live in a male dominated society? Maybe, you can decide for yourself. Here are the categories that I was able to detect in the store.
Women's Costumes: Hooker now it may come in a variety of subcategories such as Pirate Hooker, Nurse Hooker, Witch Hooker, Princess Hooker, or Fairy Hooker, but at the base of it all they are the same. A dress that barely covers your butt, and maybe some colorful stockings. not sure I would encourage my 12 year old to wear them.
Men's Costumes: you can either be a super hero, or some kind of scary monster type thing. It's possible that those are pretty much one and the same category. Still debating that.
This year for Hallween I decided to do something different. I went to my parents' house. It's similar to going to a haunted house with the exception being it is open year round, and the horror is much more real. My sister and I went to see Alfred Hitchcock's "Vertigo" at The Strand Theater in Marietta. Enjoyed the movie very much. Heard one patron state after the movie "I'll view 'It's a Wonderful Life' in a whole new way now." Jimmy Stewart is the lead male actor in both of these movies, and plays drastically different characters.
My horror for the evening came when trying to sleep at the home of the parental units. I was given the room that was my niece's room, and prior to that was my sister's room. (my nephew occupies what used to be my room, and i'm not sure I approve of what he's done with the place.) This bed I was given squeaks like you're at a mouse convention. Every time I moved it sounded like I was receiving a hundred telegraph messages all at the same time. I don't know how anyone ever got any sleep in that bed. Maybe it's some sort of receiving station for messages from the netherworld, maybe it was used as some sort of poor man's alarm system for when my niece occupied said room. If you breathe hard it squeaks. Oh the HORROR!
Needless to say I was my usual cheery self at breakfast at 645 this morning. I suppose it made sense to go ahead and get up considering I had been awake since about 1872 and apparently was not going to go back to sleep.
All in all a decent Halloween. However, with no children around that go trick or treating I have no candy to raid while said children are at school. I think my nephew could have sucked it up one last year and gone trick or treating for his dear old uncle. Just because it's his senior year in high school, and it might be embarrassing for him should not matter. Family first. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll be a senior again next year and go trick or treating for me.
OH! before I forget let me give you the best line from the movie. First, let me set the scene. Jimmy Stewart's character is trying to convince the lead female character to change her hair from brunette to blonde. (I don't bother remembering character names for some reason.) He said to her "surely, it doesn't matter to you." when she was resistant to changing her hair color. Classic. gotta love the 50s. I am surprised he did not just smack her. that seems to be the usual method for getting women to do what you want them to do in movies from that era. Good times. (for those female readers I say that all tongue in cheek.)
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