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Popular psychologist, columnist, and television and film personality Joyce Brothers has died. She was…
When it rains, you should expect a hurricane.
His improv was awesome, his delivery precise, and his humor extraordinary. I was one of his many fans…
Roger Ebert dead at 70 of cancer according to the Chicago Sun-Times
I am feeling really shitty today, and can’t even think of a decent open thread topic.
Shit, I can’t think coherently.
All I know is, it’s Friday, and Rebecca Black is banned from here for good reason.
So, feel free to talk about anything. Except Rebecca Black. And eggplant.
I’m gonna go get a third cup of coffee which I shall call Bailey
Some of y’all may know, last weekend I got to meet Chef Curtis Stone. That was a total blast! Several friends have expressed complete jealousy over that, but it really was pure luck how we got to meet him. Thank you, Lady!
Anyway, it got me to thinking…. Mr. Stone is not the most famous person I’ve ever met. I got to meet Cheap Trick (volunteered as a backstage hand freshman year), Stevie Ray Vaughn (bus broke down at college after a concert and he came out to entertain students), Emmitt Smith (he came into my store to shop for his mom), among others (*cough* Troy Aikman *cough*). I will just say I never stood in line to meet these people. It just happened. But none of the meets were weird, save one.
I was twelve at the time, and our class was on a school field trip to our state capital, to tour the Capitol. See what I did there? Anyway, I was a curious little bugger, and wanted to read every. little. plaque. posted around the place. Next thing I know, I am wandering a different floor, and in desperate need of a bathroom. While looking around for a sign, two gentlemen exit a big room and come towards me. One of them, the older one, asks if I’m ok. I tell him I am lost, and need the bathroom, so he tells me to follow them and he will show me the nearest one.
In retrospect, that sounds like the beginning of a nightmare. But this is the Capitol.
Anyway, he escorts me to the bathroom on the floor below, then gives me instructions to where my class is probably headed. A little concierge is standing nearby with her mouth open. I tell the gentleman thank you, and he tells me I am welcome and to have a great day here. Afterwards, I come out of the bathroom to find the little concierge still there. I tell her hello, and she asks me, “You know who that was??” in a very thick Asian accent.
And as I shake my head, she says, “That was the GOVERNOR!!”
That’s right: Governor Bill Clements escorted me to the bathroom. Talk about Outer Limits.
And what was your most famous weird encounter?
I like Fridays around the interwebtubenets. Usually those are the days for a specific theme at several blogs. For example, our friend JohnD over at Nobody Move! has Friday Movie Quote. Last week on our Open Thread, maestro semprinin suggested that we post our favorite movie quotes. And with the amount of cinematic wordsmithery out there, this should be a piece of cake for most of y’all.
Yes, there are some people like that.
Anyway, rules are simple: everybody can post a limit of five quotes, giving the line, actor, and title.The more obscure, the better. Familiar quotes are fine, but make sure to quote correctly. None of this “Do you feel lucky, punk?” crap*. So, get started!!
*The actual quote is “You’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya, punk?”
Today is “Drop Everything and Read” Day. I own a Nook Color, and a Nook Simpletouch, and many, many hardbacks and paperbacks. And invariably, I turn to the old fashioned book because A) I love the feel of turning the page, and 2) ruining a book in the tub is far easier on the wallet than ruining an e-reader.
Anyway, one of the favorite book memes in social sites is to pick up the book you are currently reading, and open it to a specific page, and post a specific sentence from it. So, grab your book, turn to page 96, and post the fifth sentence written. If we do this right, we will have a novel in no time.
Who knows…. it may make more sense than most of the tripe out there
Yeah, Roger Ebert is dead.
Talk amongst yourselves, for I must take my friends shopping.
Hardship, I know
Today is Good Friday in the Christian world. Not every one observes it, but I do know everyone observes Friday itself!
And yes, I am now counting the HOURS!!!
Anyway, for some of you, this day marks the end of the workweek, and the beginning of the weekend.
And I wondered, being a stay-at-home-mom-who-doesn’t-have-a-life type of gal, what y’all actually do. I mean, I know we clean house and
scream at the kids to get moving other mundane stuff, but how about y’all?
How do you unwind?
Those of you who have met me know I am prone to embarrassment, to the amusement of everyone. It’s nice that I can bring smiles to people’s faces, but it takes a toll when I am the object of their mirth. I remember one time, in seventh grade, I was in Orchestra class, and the string on my viola popped clean off. I took it to my sectionals teacher, who was busy with the bass section, and she asked me to hold her instrument while she replaced my string. As she walked to the office, she informed everyone that “Aggie snapped her G string.”
Everyone laughed and smirked.
Everyone but me. Why? Because I had no freakin’ idea what a G string was!!!
Go ahead and laugh. You live far, far away from me anyway.
Anyway, I asked my teacher about it after class, and she explained, to which I rolled my eyes and said that women would never wear such things.
My innocence is completely shattered, by the way.
So, what kind of embarrassing moments have y’all enjoyed in your lives?
I love old movies. There was a certain gallantry and finesse to them, no matter what the genre. It didn’t matter if it was Sink the Bismarck or Destry Rides Again or even Glen or Glenda. The celluloid was magical. It helped to suspend the disbelief, and give my imagination a new venue in which to flourish.
No, not with Glen or Glenda. I have my limits.
Anyway, a few days ago, I watched one of the newer “Fill-in-the-blank of the Dead”s. The idea behind it was to scare the ever living crap out of people, but I was just disgusted. All it was, was gore. I see enough of that on the Discovery Channel™. If a filmmaker wishes to scare people, he should think about the psyche, not the butcher’s table. To this day, Psycho is one of the scariest films ever made, in my humble opinion. Hell, Alfred Hitchcock knew the psyche very well. He tormented Tippy Hedren on and off the screen to the point of ruining her life! I will never watch The Birds again. And don’t get me started on Rebecca.
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate bloody scenes. My favorite director when it comes to spraying blood everywhere has to be Akira Kurosawa. The blood spurting from the decapitated bodies in Ran was cinematic artistry.
And how do you like your scary movies??