Harold Ramis dead at 69 of complications from autoimmune inflammatory vasculitis
Harold Ramis, the man behind numerous blockbuster films such as Ghostbusters and Groundhog’s Day,…
He was 85.
A true comedy genius, he passed away at the age of 91.
The former child star and diplomat has passed away at age of 85.
I will be the first to admit, I am a wuss. Scary movies are just NOT my thing. I like suspense, but abhor the gore. And senseless fright is just stupid, in my ever humble opinion. But some people really, REALLY like scary flicks. My 14 year old’s favorite TV channel is Chiller. She was in absolute euphoria while Tiberius was visiting, because he has the same taste in scary movies that she does.
She does not get that from me.
Getting a thrill from fright is fun for some people. For me, it involves a lot of pain. I don’t handle adrenaline as well as most people. Still, suspense in the order of a Hitchcock film is sublime, and my preferred type of fright. Though to this day I refuse to watch The Birds again.
And what’s your favorite fright flick?
Why do I say that?
Because my niece just adopted two cats, and she brought them home to her dogs.
DOGS AND CATS, LIVING TOGETHER!!
I am a dog person, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a fluffy bundle of cat. And as we acquire a larger menagerie each year, going from one dog to two dogs, two pythons, and a golden mouse, things get a bit more complicated. But for some reason I really do have a block against having cats and dogs living together. I don’t understand why, seeing as Hubby grew up with inside dogs and outside cats, and we had an outside cat population as well. Maybe Ghostbusters had an even more profound effect n me than I previously thought.
And how do your pets get along with each other? Is it all cuddles and purrs, or hisses and growls?
Heh, what a title, and I am sure y’all went in a different tangent.
It’s that dreaded so-called holiday, Valentine’s Day. Which if Hallmark was honest, it would tell you St. Valentin was imprisoned, beaten, stoned and eventually beheaded.
All’s fair in love… Forget it.
Anyway, one of the more popular gifts to give a sweetheart is scent. I have several bottles on my dresser. By “several”, I mean eleven. And that’s not counting the ones on the bathroom counter and the ones still in their boxes. Of all the scents, I have only purchased two for myself, so don’t think I am obsessed. It’s just that it’s an easy gift and the bottles make for a happy Aggie. But that doesn’t meant they are all hits, either. Some of them are downright stinkers and for the life of me, I can’t understand why anyone would pay $60 for a bottle of perfume (I’m looking at you, bottle of L’Eau D’Issey) that smells like donkey sweat distilled in grapes.
So my friends, what is y’all’s favorite scents to wear, if any? And what are some that should be eradicated from this planet?
Today is the start of the 2014 Winter Olympic Games. And it wouldn’t be the Games without some activism.
That is the G00000gle Doodle for today. Notice anything different about it? Me too. The colors of the Olympic Rings signify the colors of the flags of the countries being represented, and the number signifies the five regions of the world. This image shows the colors of the rainbow. To wit, the delegates representing our country were picked based on their sexual orientation as a jab against Russia’s stance against homosexuality. When Brian Boitano came out of the closet no one, and I mean NO ONE was surprised. At all. Gay athletes have been around since the very first Olympics. Why is this news?
I always thought it was your athletic ability and sportsmanship that mattered, not your sexual orientation. We gather at the Games to celebrate our differences and similarities. Putin is a dick and tater, no doubt, but if his countrymen are happy with anti-gay agenda, why should our country tell him to change it? Have we told the Middle Eastern and Asian Islamic countries to change their anti-gay laws?? Yeah, right. As if!!
I have given up on the Games. I hate Bob Costas and his political grandstanding, and any joy that I would have would be tainted by stupid commentators who think their views are written on stone tablets.
Except curling. I’m still watching that.
And how about y’all? Will you be watching?
Well, the Super Bowl is this Sunday.
This also means I shall be a widow for about five hours. Well, a widow who serves food.
So, open thread question for today is, who will win?
Or these guys?
Enquiring minds want to know
Good Lord A’mighty.
THAT is what the American Olympians will be wearing at the opening ceremonies in Sochi. In short, the mother of all ugly sweaters paired with sweatpants and fuck ugly boots. About the only redeeming item is the turtleneck. This is the main reason I don’t wear anything by Ralph Lauren. The ostentatiousness of it leaves the taste of bitter almonds laced with battery acid in my mouth. Bad enough that the blazers he designed for the 2012 Olympics had a gargantuan Polo Pony embroidered above the right breast. Now he has to go and design possibly the worst outfit evah and still manage to emblazon his initials on the pant leg.
(Ok, I took a break while scouring the internet and found this. Maybe this is not the worst that could have been.)
Still, I do miss the certain American style that we had cultured over the years. It was understated, yet it managed to imprint what our society stands for without having to scream it like a banshee in heat.
Remember those? Lake Placid, 1980. Designed by Levi’s, who also designed the 1984 Winter Olympic team uniforms. THOSE uniforms were the embodiment of Americanism. My dad saw them and his first words were, “Huh, they look American, finally”. Yes, FINALLY. And now we rely on some “fashion designer” who is more concerned with product placement? Seriously, who paid $795 for the 2012 blazer? That blazer was the 1980′s prom dress in the Paris fashion show that was the 2012 Winter Olympics.
Honestly, we have gone from exceptional to hipstery douchebaggery. I have plaid pants that have more balls than those uniforms.
And what say y’all?
I know next to nothing about art. I studied anthropology, not art history. History makes it more reputable, so I hear. All I know is I had to take some classes on art appreciation in order to distinguish the difference between Jackson Pollock dripping paint on canvas and ME dripping paint on canvas. You want to know the difference?
POLLOCK DID IT FIRST!!!
That’s it. You and I can drip paint all over a canvas and make it look like one of his hot messes, but it won’t fetch $40 million. Same with Picasso. Gawd, I hate that commie dickwrinkle. But I have to admit, he was an expert at reinventing the wheel. And he was famous because HE DID IT FIRST!! He did Cubism, Glassicim, Surrealism, and did it first. Georgia O’Keefe painted vulvic flowers first. Monet made impressions first. Surat made points first.
Sometimes it seems as though it’s all about being first, not necessarily about talent.
But I do know one thing about art: I know what I like. I don’t like messes, but I do like paradoxes. I ♥ Dalí as much as I ♥ Wyeth. I like Van Gogh as much as I like Warhol. And I despise Pollock as much as I despise Picasso. It’s all relative, I suppose. It really depends on what your definition of “art” is. I know I can stand in front of a painting by Winslow Homer for hours, and barely give a passing glance to one by Edouard Manet. Yes, it’s pretty, but it doesn’t move me in any way except to get me to the other side of the gallery.
And what do y’all consider “art”?
Amazing how even dumb laws not only get passed, but stay on the books past their use.
Take my fair state. I love Texas, but sometimes you have to shake your head at some of the laws to which we still abide. Did you know that it is still illegal to take more than three sips of beer while standing?
Anyone been to a club or bar lately??
There are laws against sitting on the sidewalk, selling Limburger cheese, and if you steal cattle, you can STILL get hanged. By the way, people are hanged, inanimate objects are hung (SYWM!!!). In San Antonio, it is still illegal for both sexes to flirt or respond to flirtation.
Anyone been to a club or bar lately??
I understand that some of these were enacted in a different time, but Limburger???
What are some weird or stupid laws in your corner of the world? And have you bent it?