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?
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”?
I want to give up. I can’t, but I want to.
Hubby is a very, very difficult person for whom to shop. He still has gifts I gave to him for Christmas and birthday in boxes, some still in the wrapping. It doesn’t matter if the gift is work-oriented, hobby-oriented, or just for fun. Most of the time they just molder away, until I find a use for them.
I have yet to figure out where to place the tabletop Zen garden he got three years ago.
I understand that some people have everything they could need or want within reason, and that makes things difficult. I also get that some people are so reserved that no one ever knows what to get them. Which leads me to ask: what is the worst gift you have ever given and/ or received?
And fruitcake doesn’t count
Fifty years ago today, President John Kennedy was assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald, who was in turn shot by Jack Ruby, who was sentenced to death but died of a pulmonary embolism before his appeal could be started. This series of events spawned a SHITLOAD of conspiracy theories.
Which spawned a SHITLOAD of books.
And a SHITLOAD of movies and documentaries.
Frankly, I am sick and tired of grassy knoll crap. But it does get to be entertaining. So in light of it being Open Thread Friday, what are your favorite conspiracy theories regarding the assassination of JFK? New or old, doesn’t matter. Just remember that talking about theories regarding current events is verbotten. I won’t be responsible for the NSA seizing AG’s server
I know I promised an open thread for today because I was too busy yesterday and phoned it in. And I have been thinking of what to write for the past two hours. Unfortunately I have been interrupted constantly in those two hours. Mostly by my need to get coffee and dealing with the dogs. Still, and interruption is an interruption, no matter who is doing it, right?
Moving on, I changed my profile pic at the social-site-with-faces due to losing a bet with a friend. BOO!! It is now a giraffe, ready to spit.
And it got me to thinking: aside from the platypus, which wins the internets, what are the weirdest animals out there? I can think of many, and most come from Australia, and most of those will kill you. But aside Down Under, what animals tweak your weirdness scale most?
*waits for the Glorious Lemur King*
Sorry, y’all. I had a cardio appointment today that was supposed to be 20 minutes which turned into three hours because of lack of participation from the staff.
At least it wasn’t due to someone having a heart attack in the waiting room.
Silver lining, and all that. Meanwhile, feel free to comment about all and sundry. I will have an Open Thread topic tomorrow. So instead, have a laugh.
Hope y’all are having a much better day
One thing that always made me laugh about Draco was his insistence that vodka should never, EVER be flavored. Seriously, the only vodka he left untouched here was the Absolut Mandarin™. He despised adding flavors to hard liquor, though he understood and appreciated greatly the difference between liquor and liqueur. Anyway, yesterday Hubby decided to open a bottle of rum that a friend had left behind before a move.
Hubby: Here, try this.
Me: What is it?
Hubby: A crime.
Me: *tastes rum; gags; wipes tongue on napkin*
Some things should just not be. I admit to using flavored vodkas for mixed drinks, but rum is sacred to me. It should taste like RUM, people!!
So the open thread question is, what liquors do you find unpalatable when flavored??