Wednesday, July 17, 2013

...I Think I'm Done Here...

"I must bid adieu. For now I begin an adventure anew" (art by Andy Wilhite)
I have this thing apparently known as “Exploding head syndrome.”

Figures. Sounds just like something I would have.

Prior to that people tried to dismiss it as popping ears.  Let me tell you, it most certainly is not a pop, but a bang.
Like a cannon. Deep inside your head.
You wake up thinking your brain exploded but of course if it had, you couldn’t possibly wake up to be annoyed about it, right?

After a particularly large bang one night, I was too sleepy and incoherent to fully wake up, but too awake to get any real sleep.

And a number of conversations came together in my head as if it was always one solid message for me:

Put one down so you can pick up the other.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

..."What I Feel is the Joy of Life"...

This movie has popped up for me twice in the last week.

Once when  there was some discussion about movies that make you sob hysterically.

And again, with the whole Paula Deen thing. You know, the part where Lucy wakes up in 1969 after years of being catatonic and thinks it’s still 1926.

Anyway, this is a great, great movie. Still one of my all time favorites to watch on a lazy Sunday and give those tear ducts a good cleaning.


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

...I'm Working on My Muscles...

I had a busy extended holiday weekend.

My mom wasn’t feeling well again so we spent seven hours in the emergency room and ended up leaving with a prescription for Motrin and instructions for her to follow up with her regular doctor.

I can’t believe those people get paid for that.

But mostly everyone was nice and we were lucky to get a room. They had those half cot/half gurney thingies lined up all the way around the hallway. I saw some injuries that I still can’t explain including a guy that I can only assume got himself stuck halfway into something.
He was sliced up pretty bad, but darn evenly on one side of his body from head to toe. The other side was completely unscathed.
Like when you hit reverse on your paper shredder.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

...He Was on the Wrong Show...

Had it been called, The Songwriter he could have gone all the way.

But some names just don't come to mind right away when you're thinking of strong vocalists.

Fun editing anyway... John Lennon blind auditions for the Voice.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

... I Owe You One...

I owe you a “Sunday” post and since most of you probably still have some last minute BBQ prepping to do, let’s keep it simple, shall we?

I was thinking of this old cartoon, specifically the scene with the flag, and had been meaning to post it once I found the title.

I should warn you that this is unedited so the less than politically correct parts are included.

{Yankee Doodle Bugs}

And because it was right there and I’ve loved it for so long…

{Rabbit of Seville} (I still can’t give someone a scalp massage without humming Rossini to myself)

Have a Happy 4th!

Sunday, June 30, 2013

...We Need Pugh's Perspective...

I know this isn’t my traditional Sunday post.

For some of you, it won’t even make sense.

Charles Pugh
Still, I wanted to say a few words about this whole Charles Pugh thing.

Just to get everyone in the loop Charles Pugh is the Detroit City Council president who has been missing for just over a week now as I write this, possibly longer as you read it. He is also a journalist (having worked at Fox 2 and on WJLB FM 98) for many years before pursing politics.

He initially requested a four week medical leave which was declined by Emergency Manager Kevyn Orr who threatened Pugh to show up to work by 5 pm Wednesday, June 26 or render his resignation.

Charles Pugh didn’t show.

Just as this medical mystery started to unfold, a local woman complained that Charles carried on an inappropriate relationship with her 17 year old son, an allegation denied by both the son and Charles. She believes this to be true based on text messages and gifts that Pugh purchased for her son.

Sixteen is the age of consent in Michigan but because the young man was a participant in a mentorship program with Pugh, this situation falls under a different guideline: no interaction is permissible, so we’re talking about a criminal act.

When Charles did radio, he would do something he called Pugh’s Perspective, little mini op-ed pieces on various subjects.

The one that I remember most was about the Friday, the 13th superstition.

I don’t remember all the details about the piece, but I remember he was very honest about having lost a parent to suicide, and within some years, someone else very close (possibly the other parent, or someone else in a caregiver role, I can’t remember) both on a Friday the 13th.

His point was to not believe the hype, but I remember it because it’s really a story about mental illness and survival.

When Charles was denied his medical leave, I read a lot of comments on various sites from people I could summarize as “you don’t get to take a break on the city’s dime.”

How poor do you have to be to think like this? Not just financially poor, but overwhelmingly poor in character. You are truly spiritually bankrupt.

We don’t know what the reason was for requesting the break, and EM Orr- who’s plans for the city have thus far have amounted to little more than a drunken loser at the bar slurring, “hey, I think I got an idea…”- does not get to play God.

He’s barely playing financial manager.

Whether Charles has taken leave of the city and his life (even his family hasn’t heard from him) due to the allegations, impending lawsuit or criminal case, or if he is truly dealing with health issue, we should respect the space between now and whatever comes next.

We should send prayers to Charles, and let him know that the best thing to do is come home and face everything directly.

When I first heard that Charles requested the medical leave and then disappeared, I was worried for his health and safety.

 I still am.

Because now that everyone is so sure that he’s just running away for the accusations, I would think this would be treated like a missing person’s case. An adult hasn’t been seen or heard from by any of his friends, family or co-workers in over a week. For all we know foul play was involved.

Or- and this has happened twice to people I personally know- if he wasn’t (feeling) well, could he have fallen ill? Is he someplace in need but unable to call for help?

And that could be true from a physical or mental point of view.

Whatever the case, Charles should know there are still people that care and support him. There are people that are worried about him, who need to hear from him, that just want to know that he’s okay.

He needs to come back and tell his side of the story. And the rest of us need to wait to hear it.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

... I Mean You No Harm...

I bet when I first posted this Required Reading, some of you read it and though, “Ho, ho, such a silly negro”

Yeah, well, who’s the silly negro now, people? Well, you know what I mean.

A couple weeks ago I wrote about that Cheerios commercial and reminded everyone that the year is 2013.

I apologize for the error.

I apparently fell through a wormhole but have returned from the future. Let me tell you what happens:

This black guy gets elected president, okay,  and every says we live in this kind of post-racial America.  Some statisticians suggest that white people on the verge of becoming the racial minority and a bunch of old white men  in high political offices fight back by passing  laws that roll back voting rights because they claim the laws are outdated despite evidence to the contrary (refer back to the Required Reading post if you will).

They also try to pass laws that roll back women’s rights, I guess because nothing is scarier than a woman making up her own mind to do something.

I’m not sure which part of the future I’m from, how I got there, how I got back or what year it is now.

Time travel and the resulting confusion are real.

Ask Paula Deen.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

...You Noticed It, Too...

There have been a lot of comparisons between Pharrell in Daft Punk's Get Lucky and Michael Jackson in Rock With You

I thought there was a little something there -- nothing drastic, but a little something. As far as I'm concerned, everyone dances like that to Nile Rodgers. Everyone.

Still, it would seem that Gamelocker saw it more than I did and uploaded this video

Daft Punk Featuring Michael Jackson : Get Lucky by gamelocker

Come on, that was cute.

Get Lucky is on NPR's list of 50 Best Songs of 2013 So Far along with Blurred Lines:

This song has everything: charm, swagger, a funky beat and the two words that make any track worth hearing this year — "featuring Pharrell."


Meet the Parents (if you somehow haven't already) ...

(Michael Jackson - Rock With You)

(Daft Punk- Get Lucky)... (took me a minute to remember this connection)

And your bonus clip, because sometimes the unofficial clips are pretty darn cool
(Daft Punk - Lose Yourself to Dance)

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

... Thoughts are Powerful Things...

I would like to offer to you the only relationship advice you will ever need to ensure finding the person of your dreams and living a long happy life together:

Here it is, so simple even if you have the IQ equivalent of a toenail, you will get this:

Think. Wait. Think Again. Proceed.

Even more simplified.

Stop. Think.

And for absolute weenies:


You don’t have to think like a man or a woman, or a kumquat or bottle of hot sauce, just THINK.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

...I Prefer the Term, “Collector”...

My sister is always joking that I have hoarding tendencies.

Granted every hard flat surface in this house has a stack of books on it, but there are worse things I could be stockpiling.

When you have a lot of stuff, it takes a lot of work to move it out the house; I remain, however, committed to the effort.

That said, I’m so glad someone finally posted all of Tommy Davidson’s Illin in Philly, his HBO stand up from way, way back in 1991.

And with that, one more VHS tapes makes its way to the trash.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

...If You Figure it Out the First Time ...

This kid, let’s call him Jimmy, at about maybe 7 or 8 months used to stand on this little storage bin for no apparent reason.

It's one of those tiny bins, about the size of a shoebox.  So when Jimmy got a little older, he tried to stand on it but the bin kept tipping to whichever side he would step on first.

So Jimmy got off, pushed the bin onto its side and moved it around, flipped it in the opposite direction and knocked on it a couple times, and pushed it back into place.

To my surprise, the bin no longer tipped under the weight and Jimmy spent the next few hours stepping on and off the bin without issues.

By the time Jimmy had his first birthday, he was in the habit of pushing chairs around the room.

One day, he pushed a chair directly into a high chair with locking wheels on it.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

...It's News to No One...

Or it shouldn’t be, but there are quite a few folks out there seem more than shocked at this whole PRISM thing.

Maybe they think only other people get spied on, but aren’t we all someone else’s “other”?

How long have I been complaining about how things seem to be moving away from reading and writing, and moving towards pictures and computers?

The goal:  idiots who give up access to everything

 The purpose:  I’m scared to explore that far.

To this day, my sister and I still quote that episode of Good Times where the Evans family wondered if the house had been bugged by the FBI.  If ever we say something on the phone and hope the wrong people are listening, we stop in the middle and say, and if anyone is listening, your mama is a pin boy at the bowling alley.

Of course, James said it better.

Plus, it’s easier to understand and a bit more entertaining than Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty Four, even if they were on target with the same message and years ahead of their time.

(Good Times: The Investigation)

(part 1/3)

(part 2/3)

(Part 3/3) 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

...It's a Sign of the Times...

I’ve seen it, and yes, I am outraged.

Everyone is talking about that hideous Cheerios commercial right now, and I can only wonder what took them so long to get fired up.

That commercial’s been out for a while now, but every single time I see it, my blood boils.

What’s up with the Cheerios people sending the Honey Bee out to try and sell his wares to an entomologist? That’s just sadistic.

As far as I’m concerned this is just a sign of the times. Too many companies out there taking employee loyalty for granted.

It’s time for us to stand up and demand that we be treated with respect, and I- -

Hunh, what?

Well now wait a minute…

Sunday, June 2, 2013

…It’s a Good Nut, It works…

A friend of mine recommended the movie, Hesher to me for two reasons:

First, after seeing Premium Rush and Looper in close proximity, I realized that I needed to see more Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Unfortunately I started with Chaos, but my JGL film festival improved thereafter. His movies are weird, but he seems to perform better than well in all of them.

Second, the title character has this strange habit of telling odd, usually vulgar, out of place stories when he wants to share some wisdom. 

Sometimes you have to think about it a minute or sometimes you’re distracted by his delivery, but he always makes his point; you’re probably used to that if you’ve been to this blog more than once.

Hesher is not the best movie you’ll ever see but it’s different in that its heartwarming moments aren’t all that conventional.  Most of the characters are annoying, but you’ll be interested enough to keep watching, if only to see what Hesher will do next.

The story in this scene is one of the more poignant moments in the movie. You’ll have to check the whole thing out to understand the great joy that is that hunk of red junk in the driveway.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

...You Would Want to Spend Time with You...

When my dad was a kid he got caught stealing- of all things- an ice cream sandwich.

I don’t think I have to tell you how he got caught. But a short conversation with the store owner gets messy very quickly on a hot day.

He told me the store owner casually stopped him on the way out and held a regular conversation with him. When the ice cream sandwich was good and fully melted down his leg, the owner abruptly ended the conversation with, “Hey, it’s getting close to about the time your dad gets home, isn’t it? I guess you want to beat him there.”

The bad news is that my father did not get to the house before his dad. The good news is he never stole anything ever again. And as a side note, he never cared much for ice cream sandwiches as an adult.

“Dad, really? Ice cream? Not the wisest choice.”

He said he hadn’t planned far enough ahead. Growing up, it was kind of the “in” thing to steal from the neighborhood store, but kids just kind of went in and spilled out in every direction. Somehow he ended up heading for ice cream.

For my mom the dumb “in” thing for kids was fruit throwing. You find a house with a fruit tree in the yard, steal the fruit, then throw it at the house.

“I remember doing it, and the whole time thinking, ‘this isn’t fun. Is this supposed to be fun?’”

So why’d you do it? I wondered.

“Just what kids did, I guess.”

Mom ended up spending more time with, and eventually moving in with her great aunt. It gave her a place to do the things she really enjoyed like reading, playing with paper dolls, and practicing baton twirling. Another reason to be so grateful to my great, great aunt.

For me, it was aimlessly roaming the mall for boys.

I hated the mall. I hated boys. And to this day I hate wandering aimlessly just to look for whatever I might find. But that’s what you did on the weekends. Go in and out of stores being as loud and obnoxious as possible and laughing at everything in order to appear happy and rebellious in hopes of attracting some stupid big head boy with your pseudo free-spiritedness.

As if boys at that age even knew what that was, what it meant, or what to do with it.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

... That *Was* the Voice...

I was sad to see Josiah Hawley leave The Voice this past week, but I was really mad to see Kris Thomas get the boot.

Josiah didn’t have the strongest vocal ability but he had an interesting sound and he had stage presence that no one, especially the ladies, could ignore. He was certainly a better singer than at least two other people I can think of still in the running. Watching Josiah perform makes you smile.

My dear Kris was something  special.  I turn my back to the TV during the blind auditions for the full effect and I loved his voice. Any chick that could take on a Whitney Houston song and sound like that has my vote. Turns out that lady was a dude.

Not since my early introduction to Enchantment’s Gloria had I been so enthusiastically befuddled. I was confused, and I liked it.

But  I should have known early on that he wouldn’t win since the old school soul sounding singers might get far, but never quite far enough.

There are a few good people left, but I have my flag up for one in particular.

I tell you, if Michelle Chamuel  gets voted off, I don’t know if there will be another reason for me to keep watching…except maybe to see if Pharrell pops up again. (Hint to producers should they need a coach replacement. He’s pretty good, and no one will miss Christina shooting down contestants not on her team)

…except maybe to see if Pharrell pops up again. (Hint to producers should they need a coach replacement. He’s pretty good, and no one will miss Christina shooting down contestants not on her team)

And those coach and team performances would completely rock (even if it's more coach than team)-

Have a Happy and Safe Memorial Day weekend!

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

...It Was the Best Prom Ever...

This is one of those stories that turned out so deliciously well, you wouldn't believe it, but I promise you it's true.

In high school I was on the prom committee. Helped pick the song, the colors, the décor theme, and the menu.

I had three dresses picked out and eventually settled on this cute little swingy A-line dress with a v-neck. It was black with the slightest hint of changing color under the right light. This was kind of a big deal for my mom to approve a black dress for me, so I was excited.

My sister helped me with hair styling ideas. And you know me well enough to know that make up was out of the question, but I did my nails which at the time was something I never did.

It was –as so many high school seniors believe- shaping up to be the best night of my entire life.

Too bad I missed it.

My boyfriend decided to take someone else and I turned down Dad’s offer of a movie in favor of staying in with a good book.

So in case you’re trying to figure that out, let me fill you in.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

...All these Years Later, It's Still Moving...

Satie is one of my favorite classical composers if you can call him that.
He had a futuristic thing I can’t put my finger on but he managed to sound traditional and like nothing you ever heard at the same time.

Gymnopedies is one of my favorite suites and I have never heard this version of Gymnopedie No 1 before in my life but it just goes to show how a well written piece of music will always remain beautiful.

Recorded in 1974 here is Hubert Laws – Gymnopedie No 1 (written in 1888 by Erik Satie)

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

...I'm Locked and Loaded, People ...

Remember this great scene from the movie Lean On Me?

Rage and Anger are like crack. Some people seem to really love it though it’s a slow, horrible way to die.

You must give up your addiction to being a miserable old biddy if you wish to live a full happy life, or you might as well go ahead and jump off of something and get it over with.

Wherever you are and however bad it is, you are not alone. You don’t get to be a nasty individual just because you think your bad day was worse than the next person. We don’t leave the house in the morning receiving telegrams that say:

Today is Your Day to be a Big, Obnoxious, B--- to Everyone You Encounter today! Congratulations!
Now go out and take your misguided anger out on innocent bystanders.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

...This Was Good Timing...

I haven't watched the Tonight Show in years.

Even if I happen to be up late enough to catch it, either the TV's not on or if it is, it's probably on the Weather Channel so I can plan for the next day.

But I was up late this night, on the phone entirely too long having a stupid argument with someone I don't much care for anyway.

When I finally hung up I sat for a minute trying regain a sense of calm so I could try and get some sleep.  Then I did the last thing I would ever do to be "calm" and flipped on the TV just as this segment was starting.

This couple pleasantly surprised us all not only with their talent but their obviously compatibility.

They were so good, they were invited to sing with the band for the evening.

(Pumpcast News - Will & Monifa)

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

... This Makes You Beautiful...

When I was in junior high there was this girl that I’ll call Maureen.

Maureen was a nice girl if you knew her but not very friendly if you didn’t. I thought she was pretty because she was my friend and I liked her but I would venture to say that other people probably found her at least stereotypically pretty: light skin, light eyes, long hair that was super thick and kind of wavy and just the color brown I always wanted for my own hair (I hated having jet black hair back then.) She wore it in one long braid every single day. Until one day she came to school with a halfway cute bob.

And a black eye.

And a few other cuts and bruises.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

...If The Price is Right...

In honor of the NRA convention this weekend and all those bought and bossed cheap whores, I mean, senators that voted against background checks for gun buyers, I thought I’d share this dancing puppet video.

Go ‘head puppet, get your strings pulled! Shake it!

I should clarify that I am not suggesting that these individuals are dancing puppets. And I shouldn't call them cheap since I don't know how much they were paid.
Plus, it's just not nice to talk about people. Especially people who might have guns, likely haven’t had their backgrounds checked,  and are allegedly dealing with unaddressed mental health issues.

I would like to conclude by sharing this classic gun safety presentation

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

…”It keeps a moment from running away”…

I keep telling friends that I need to get a dashboard cam.

Every day on the way to work I pass a house with live peacocks strolling around the front yard and no one believes me.
On the way home there’s a tree with a man cut into it. I could never properly describe this to you; it truly has to be seen to be believed.
But I’m not dexterous or foolish enough to try and take the photo while I handle my car so for now, these things remain a myth I made up until I provide photographic evidence otherwise.
Almost everyone has a camera these days, and they’re not afraid to use it, sometimes for good and sometimes for bad.
Odd life photos, pictures from space, surgical cameras, friends and family members show us a slice of life we might never be able to experience firsthand. We learn how big and small our world is. We can truly share a smile.
Yet, there have always been questionable moments. From smiling faces giving the thumbs up with lynched and burned bodies hanging in the background to morons taping and posting fights or other illegal behavior on to controversial even if informative photos from R. Umar Abbasi, Frank Fournier, Kevin Carter, and Robert Wiles.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

... I Was Under a Rock...

This is how horrendously busy I've been.

Earlier this month, right around the 4th, I just knew there was something I was forgetting.

But what?

I have 16 aunts and uncles and something like a billion cousins, there had to be a birthday or something that wasn't coming to me.

I asked my mom if she could think of any significance to the date, and if you can believe it she remembered Jay-Z and Beyoncé's wedding anniversary.

But that wasn't it.

Days and weeks went by before... ding! The big 4-0, at that.

And I have the nerve to call myself a fan.

I trust it was a good one, and wish him many more.

Because it never gets old--that would be the song, the video, or Pharrell--  Frontin

And because it was slightly more entertaining than I thought it would be, Frontin… in reverse

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

... You Gotta Know When To Fold 'Em...

Know when to hold ‘em…Know when to walk away…Know when to run…

I had so much fun singing this song when I was a kid, but I don’t know that I understood how fully it could apply to so many things.

One of the many messages my dad tried to impress upon me as a kid was “picking your battles.”

One of my earliest memory of this lesson came in the sixth grade when my teacher called me a “rabble rouser” and kicked me out of class for inciting a riot with a short story I wrote for a contest.

Somehow my teacher lost my story and didn’t find it until after the entry deadline had passed. I accused her of having done it on purpose. She denied it and told me the story wasn’t any good anyway.

Someone else suggested that she read the story. Soon kids were demanding it.

The story was about a dog owner who favored one dog over the others for no particular reason. In the end he was savagely attacked and ripped to shreds by the other dogs.  I was sure my teacher had correctly recognized herself as the pet owner in this story.

I remember my principal sending someone to the teacher to retrieve the story and then I sat there all huffed up and teary -eyed while she read it. She sent me home with the story and a note to give to my parents.  Later my dad opened it, read the note and laughed hysterically. (Never did find out what the note said) Then he read the story.

Then we had a talk.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

... I Want to Hug this Man...

Carlos Arredondo, or "the man in the cowboy hat" is such an inspiration.
After surviving the loss of two sons and a suicide attempt, he became a peace activist. And now he's a hero.
When you hear him speak, he seems so hurt that he could only help one person, but to that one, Jeff Bauman and to his family, it was more than enough.

Mr Arredondo shares his story

His shirt says Tough Ruck, a team of soldiers who completed the marathon then helped at the scene.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

... We See ...

Some weeks back, I took a friend of mine out for people watching.

I told him that I have been people watching as a hobby for years and as time went by I started observing more and more behavior and activity that was somewhere between slightly depressing and downright horrifying.

It used to be funny.

Phone users loudly sharing things they probably would rather not if they were more conscious of the moment. Toddlers concentrating on every step only to be (hopefully gently) knocked down by their own distracted mom who promptly responds with, “Be careful! Watch where you’re going!”

People, especially girls doing things because they hope someone is watching. And other people, especially men doing things because they assume no one is watching. You know, lots of scratching or digging in dark places, although to be fair, ladies pull at their undies a lot but mostly if they’re wearing a dress.

These days it’s bad parents, bad kids, people being mean to each other.

Rudeness, posturing, aggressiveness.

Attitudes and behavior that border on violence, both physical and spiritual.

I tell you, people are sometimes incredibly cruel and indifferent and they pull it all off with a nastiness that says, “I’m justified in this.”

It’s essentially all the bull-doody you see and hear about in the media, except it’s up close and magnified.

An hour not quite two went by before he gave me a resigned look and said, “More doing, less watching would resolve this.”

Monday, April 15, 2013

... There Are No Words...

Huffington Post has offered this listing of ways you can help our friends and family in Boston.

  • The Red Cross says the best way to help right now is to get in touch with loved ones through its Safe And Well Listings. The organization is not asking for blood donations at this time.

  • The Salvation Army is offering food, beverages and crisis counseling to survivors and first responders. Find out how you can get involved here.

  • Some marathon runners are stranded in Boston and in need of places to stay. Find out how you can offer housing here.

  • Anyone with info about the incident can call 1-800-494-TIPS.
They recommend you keep checking this website as more information becomes available and the story develops.

Additional sources to find loved ones and get help locally at ABC News.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

...He Can't Go ...

I fear that  Jimmy Fallon moving to the Tonight Show means he’ll get sucked in to the lameness that permeates over there.  Consider Conan O’Brien before during and after. 
And I saw Jay Leno hosting some special on the Discovery channel and he was surprisingly engaging and informed.
The Tonight Show? I'm pretty sure it’s a crap trap.

Will Jimmy still be doing the same great stuff? Will the Roots go with him?

Black Simon and Garfunkel – Thrift Shop

The Ragtime Gals – Sexy Back

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

...My Eyebrows Wiggled...

Let’s start with well wishes to Jonathan Knight.

He apparently walked off the stage in the middle of an NKOTB performance “without explanation.”

Here is your explanation.

I never ever forgot this interview and thought he was so incredibly brave. It was obvious he wanted to hit the deck, or at crawl under the chair but he made it through and managed to shed a little light on an issue that only gets attention from the drug pushing pharmaceutical companies that want to sell you a pill for it.

I’ve had issues with anxiety and I have had panic attacks at least twice before that I could identify. In both cases I ended up outside on my hands and knees trying to catch my breath, too upset to cry but needing to desperately.

Not a pleasant feeling at all and if you can’t relate from personal experience or you can’t empathize then at least don’t be a jerk about it.

A lot of comments around this story came down to, “Hey, those fans paid money and there’s no excuse for him leaving the stage.”

Sunday, April 7, 2013

..."(It) Stings a Little, Don't It?" ...

Since I mentioned the movie in my last post I figured it was only fair to share one of the meanest, prettiest, baddest, low down mofo fight finales around this town. (Sho’nuff!)

You are the Last Dragon… you possess the power of the Glow

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

...It Was Good Clean Fun...

The last movie to keep me up past my bedtime was The Flowers of War.

Not long after that it was Pariah with a performance from Kim Wayans that made you completely forget she started out in comedy.

And now that honor goes to The Sessions. A dramatized account of the late poet Mark O’Brien’s experience with a sex surrogate. I found the story to be surprisingly sweet and captivating.

John Hawkes and Helen Hunt got tons of well- deserved nominations for this movie, and a couple of wins and William H Macy was understated perfection as usual.

I also watched The Last Dragon again. For the umpteenth time in forever. I’ve heard that younger people don’t like this movie, but what do they know about it?

As an adult I can appreciate the good clean fun of this film, the incredible soundtrack that included Willie Hutch, and the blink and you’ll miss it W.H. Macy appearance.

But back then, this movie had everything a pre-teen girl could want: a role model in Vanity (because we were young and all we saw was a pretty face and a girl who personally knew Prince); a gorgeous lead male in Taimak (even though I’ve heard repeatedly that he’s kind of a dirt bag off screen); and an itty bitty clip of a Debarge video.

Growing up our room was covered in posters of Prince, Michael Jackson, New Edition, and DeBarge so that smidgen of El that shows up in the movie was enough to make my day back then.

It made me wonder what kids like now. Who are all the posters on the wall these days?

Sunday, March 31, 2013

... Robin Thicke Has a Big...

According to this video anyway.

I like this song. It’s Marvin Gaye meets Michael Jackson with a hint of Madonna, and wondering what rhymes with “Hug me." (And me wondering if the original lyric there was really "hug me." Mm hmm.)

There's that hot hotness Robin Thicke showing off his vocal range, cutie cute Pharrell bringing back the shiny suit, and my second favorite TV dad TI looking like he took dances lessons from my own father.

So many reasons to love this!
(Robin Thicke f/ T.I. and Pharrell – Blurred Lines)... Hey, hey, hey...

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

...Caitlin Has Three Mommies...

I heard someone say, “Only a man can be a father and only a woman can be a mother.”

Biologically, sure.

But that doesn’t mean they’re good parents.

Caitlin is one of the sweetest, smartest little cookies I know and she’s being raised by her mom, grandmom, and aunt. If her dad never comes home, is her family not really a family? Is it only a family if a man and a woman are present? What if her dad dies in active duty? What if he comes back a woman? What if he runs off with someone else never to see those he left behind ever again?

Tommy is being raised by his Uncle Stuart.

Stuart might be one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. He’s an oncologist so it’s probably safe to say he’s smart. Not bad looking either.

And his boyfriend is pretty cool, too.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

...One of Us Laughed So Hard...

...we might have wet ourselves.

Kids at that age have the strangest fascination with ripping paper that I can't explain, but I'm glad it's there because it makes us smile.

Micah's dad was originally ripping up a job rejection letter when his son responded with uproarious laughter. After that, he made everyone's day.

Caution: this video might be good for your mood and health.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

... I Need a Prescription ...

I had something else written and I bumped it for this magnificent discovery.

I know it’s not real, but I have my days where if this existed, I might have overdosed already.

Thank you, medical science. At last, something to truly make life easier.

Presenting, MinusIQ

Sunday, March 17, 2013

...Jem is Truly Outrageous....

Truly, truly, truly outrageous.
Whoaaa, Jem, the music's contagious, outrageous

Alright, let me stop--

But we're the Misfits, our songs are better

Sorry, I had to get that out.

It's the first ever episode of one of my favorite childhood cartoons, Jem.  Get excited-- or bewildered, whichever applies.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

... I Salute You, Mrs. Westlake...

I happened to catch the Mrs. Westlake episode of the Cosby Show the other day and realized two things:

One:  all of the Theo-centered episodes were always the funniest

Two: Every school had a Mrs. Westlake

Ours was Mrs. Green.

Mrs. Green’s reputation was so horrifying that her own son (also a student in our school) went by a different last name to avoid having to claim her.

Mrs. Westlake intimidated kids into being better students.

Mrs. Green mostly just wore you down.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

... You Got Me Into this Mess...

I think that's what he's saying. It's not always easy to decipher a Thom Yorke lyric.

Anyway, how do you not love this song and video?

We knew Thom had some interesting moves from the Lotus Flower clip, but this is my introduction to Fukiko Takase who holds her own here.

(Atoms for Peace - Ingenue)

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

... Sometimes I Just Groove ~ Stuff in my Parents' Basement...

Well friends I tell you, I’m busier than a one-toothed man in a corn-on-the-cob eating contest.

And yes, I started to use the one-legged man in that whole other contest, but doesn’t seem appropriate these days.

Either way we’ll have to make do this week with an all earworm post which kind of works out for me since I was digging around in the basement and found a lot of stuff… a lot of stuff.

We still have a ton of 8-track tapes for whatever reason even though my Dad gave away the player eons ago.

Naturally there’s enough vinyl down there to open my own rare collectibles shop. And way too many cassette tapes including a big bag that belong to Dad that had way more rap in it than I would have imagined.

I’ll try not to go overboard.

The Doors – Touch Me

Sannng, Patti, sannng!

Patti Labelle – Feels Like Another One f/ Big Daddy Kane

Patti Labelle – Kiss the Pain Away

Antonio Carlos Jobim – Stone Flower

If you feel you must Harlem Shake, please do it properly.

Three the Hard Way (Black Rob, G. Dep, and Diddy) – Let’s Get It

Sunday, March 3, 2013

... You Knew I Was Going to Post This...

I love this stuff.

Some Moms are extra cool

“In honor of the First Lady's "Let's Move" campaign, and to encourage parents everywhere to get up and get moving with their kids, Jimmy Fallon and Michelle Obama present the ‘Evolution of Mom Dancing.’"

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

...Sometimes I'm Wrong, and Sometimes...

This time last week my mom drove herself to the emergency room.

After a few weeks of pain that no one could seem to determine the cause of, she finally decided it was worth the trip. This was a sure sign to the rest of us that something was really wrong since mom’s pain tolerance is off the chart but we had to remain cool because Mom can’t stand panicky people.

She called very late Wednesday to let me know she was still waiting to talk to one of the doctors. Thursday morning I got to work and had just missed a call from her. She left a very casual message on my voicemail about having been admitted and that she was scheduled for surgery that afternoon.

“If you want to call me back, I’m at…”

That’s a direct quote. As if I was going to decide, “Nah, I don’t want to call back.”

I called back immediately, got the details, called my sister to report, then fled from the office for the longest drive ever to the hospital.

She was watching something like People’s Court when I got there. She was supposed to be telling me what was wrong and what the surgery was about but she kept stopping to comment about the people on the show.

We talked like she wasn’t in a hospital gown with an IV drip next to her bed.

At noon they came to take her to pre-op and I walked down with her. The little transporter guy appeared to be about 10 years old. My mom says that’s a sign of aging: when everyone starts to look extra young to you.

I must be aging rapidly.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

...This is the Remix...

The Elmo remix.

There's simply no good reason why this version of Alicia Keys’ “Fallin’” didn’t get much radio play.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

... If You Just Smile...

My dad and my grandmother both used to say “a smile makes a difference.”

They said it in the same context but with different motivations.

My grandmother meant smile as in it will light up your face and make you pretty. “People will like you more even if they don’t know why.”

My father meant smile as in appearing more approachable. And then he would warn me to be careful who I smile at to avoid being approached by the wrong someone.

One day when I was about 7, I was walking across a street with my sister on the way to school. I remember seeing a guy in his car at the stoplight who looked like on a stress scale of 1 to 10- 10 being on the verge of his head exploding- he was coming in at about a 19.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

...Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone...

Bits and pieces of this performance have been floating around for years, but I was finally able to track down the full Bill Withers BBC performance. ... Perfect Sunday entertainment.

Don't thank me, thank Steve Midgley for posting.


00:00:00:00 Ain`t No Sunshine
00:03:18:11 Lonely Town, Lonely Street
00:09:14:16 Grandma`s Hands
00:11:40:18 Use Me
00:16:01:00 Let Me In Your Life
00:20:15:18 Lean On Me
00:24:47:08 Harlem
00:29:19:00 end

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

...Eight is Enough...

It was a fairly ordinary weekend right up until I set myself on fire.
I was sending out my valentines and excited to use some new sealing wax I bought to stamp double hearts on the envelopes. Most waxes are dark colors like gold, bronze, or silver, but I found a package of bright colors and for a lot less than most places were selling it for.

Once I opened them I realized they didn’t have a wick. No matter, who needs it?

I selected a lovely pink color, took a lighter to it and poof! - - The whole stick caught fire.

A big chunk fell off almost immediately, and rolled over the knuckle of my index finger and then down between my first and second finger, pinged the hem of my shirt and landed on the floor, still a tiny flaming ball of wax.

I patted my tummy and stomped the floor (thank you yoga = plantar fasciitis = always wearing shoes around the house now) The tee was miraculously unharmed, but I can’t say the same for my fingers.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

...This Changed My Mind...

I’m not really an Odd Future fan. And I can only take The Internet is small doses, but sometimes two things you don’t care for much can get together and make something you really enjoy.

Like two ugly people having a cute baby. And that’s not directed at anyone in particular, I’m just using it as an example, okay?

Anyway, this is awesome. I'm looking forward to the official release later this summer.
(The Internet f/ Syd the Kyd and Matt Martian live at KEXP )

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

...Your Business is Failing...

Last week when Applebees fired a server for posting a customer’s bill online,  I was surprised at how many people were mad at the restaurant about it.

The customer tab in question belonged to a pastor who later claimed that she did not want the waitress fired by was lodging a complain about the receipt being made public.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Exhibit A
I’m on the fence about whether or not the waitress should have been fired. This is one those situations where my Dad would say, “you got in trouble for being stupid.”

The whole thing could have been avoided with one very simple step: a crop.

All “Chelsea” had to do before she was so quick to post the receipt was cut off, block out or otherwise remove the signature from sight.

If the signature wasn’t on the photograph of the receipt, the Pastor’s name wouldn’t be out there and she probably wouldn’t have responded the way she did. And even if she had responded, the waitress could always deny everything. The signature was the proof of the encounter, so the waitress provided ammunition on the pastor’s behalf.

Honestly, I’m guessing any server that would take the trouble to post this because they thought it was “funny” probably didn’t deserve a tip.

I’m a generous tipper, just not an automatic tipper. I know the job is hard, but lots of jobs are hard so that’s no excuse for poor work performance.

A lot of people are saying they won’t eat at Applebees after this and I’m wondering why they were eating there ever. I’ve been there three times in my life and all three times the service was so poor I thought I was going to have to go to the kitchen to pick up my own plate.

Money is too tight these days to do business with places that don’t know how to treat a customer.

Rule one is, Don’t staff your business with morons.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

...That Dude Looks Like a Lady...

Now you know I have never watched American Idol but I heard about this.  And let me tell you, had "Pepper" made it through I might have given it a shot.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

...This is What *NOT* to Do...

I saw something horrible this weekend.

Worse than those awful non-pants that all the girls are (not) wearing today.

I won’t go into detail about what it was that I saw because frankly I’m ashamed that I witnessed it in the first place. Odds are you saw it, too unless you tried to avoid it like I so unsuccessfully managed.

But mostly I don’t want to give it any more attention than it was apparently begging to get.

It was one of those sarcastic, “I bet your mother is really proud of you” moments. My mom told me later that she didn’t have a mother.

Well, everyone technically has a mother, but her mother left her when she was very young so I guess that explains it.

It was also one of those, “you don’t have a friend in the world, do you?” moments because no real friend would have ever, ever let this happen.

Anyway, I’ll just go straight to the life lesson on this one: