Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Blogger Support
If you'd be so kind, PLEASE check out a new blog named "Unparalleled Journey". It's still in it's fragile birthing stages so be gentle. It's being produced by a new follower of Flast, Erin. She's a mysterious young lady from NJ. Let all us seasoned veterans of Blogger welcome her with the encouragement only we Blogger elitists can truly provide.
Something Stinks 'Round Here!
Do you know those ads in magazines for Cologne & perfume, the one's with the flap you peel away to get a whiff of the product? Do you actually peel the flap allowing the scent to become airborne, enveloping you in all it's chemical glory, or do you fight the temptation & urge because you're extremely sensitive to smells & odors & fear a nasty bumpy itchy hive outbreak?
The other day I came across one of those ads in a men's mag that I found myself accidentally reading when it fell off the rack into my hands- nice catch by the way! I wanted to know what the dude in the ad might smell like. He smelled nice, but please don't take that in the wrong context.
I sadly couldn't look like Mr. Adonis, but perhaps I could smell like him. I considered the magical possibility that this scent mixed with my own bewitching pheromones, in an alchemy of manliness, would cause any woman that crossed my path to be overcome with yearnings undiscovered. Suddenly Blinded to my actual looks, causing me (in their eyes) to transform into the GQ/Details man of their dreams!
Being the quintessential Virgo male, I drove around for days with the smelly papyrus ad keeping me company in the passenger seat. It wasn't until someone mentioned that my car smelled like a New Orleans whorehouse, that I should throw it away &/or man up & actually purchase a bottle of the concoction. Fifty dollars later, I had the ca-log-nee in my possession & I was spritzing up a storm. Unfortunately I think I liked it more when it was on the paper.
AH-CHOO! Suddenly I feel itchy ALL over!
The other day I came across one of those ads in a men's mag that I found myself accidentally reading when it fell off the rack into my hands- nice catch by the way! I wanted to know what the dude in the ad might smell like. He smelled nice, but please don't take that in the wrong context.
I sadly couldn't look like Mr. Adonis, but perhaps I could smell like him. I considered the magical possibility that this scent mixed with my own bewitching pheromones, in an alchemy of manliness, would cause any woman that crossed my path to be overcome with yearnings undiscovered. Suddenly Blinded to my actual looks, causing me (in their eyes) to transform into the GQ/Details man of their dreams!
Being the quintessential Virgo male, I drove around for days with the smelly papyrus ad keeping me company in the passenger seat. It wasn't until someone mentioned that my car smelled like a New Orleans whorehouse, that I should throw it away &/or man up & actually purchase a bottle of the concoction. Fifty dollars later, I had the ca-log-nee in my possession & I was spritzing up a storm. Unfortunately I think I liked it more when it was on the paper.
AH-CHOO! Suddenly I feel itchy ALL over!
No Myth
So, she says it's time she goes
But wanted to be sure I know
She hopes we can be friends
I think, yeah, I guess we can say I
But didn't think to ask her why
She blocked her eyes & drew the curtains
With knots I've got yet to untie
*CHORUS*
What if I were romeo in black jeans
What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth
Maybe she's just looking for
Someone to dance with
See, it was just too soon to tell
And looking for some parallel
Can be an endless game
We said goodbye before hello
My secrets she will never know
And if I dig a hole to China
I'll catch the first junk to Soho
*Repeat CHORUS*
Sometime from now you'll bow to
pressure
Some things in life you cannot
measure by degrees
I'm between the poles & the
Equator
Don't send no private investigator to
Find me please
'Less he speaks Chinese
And can dance like Astaire overseas
*Repeat CHORUS*
-Michael Penn 1989-
(Yes, brother of THAT Penn!)
A GREAT timeless song I NEVER tire of.
But wanted to be sure I know
She hopes we can be friends
I think, yeah, I guess we can say I
But didn't think to ask her why
She blocked her eyes & drew the curtains
With knots I've got yet to untie
*CHORUS*
What if I were romeo in black jeans
What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth
Maybe she's just looking for
Someone to dance with
See, it was just too soon to tell
And looking for some parallel
Can be an endless game
We said goodbye before hello
My secrets she will never know
And if I dig a hole to China
I'll catch the first junk to Soho
*Repeat CHORUS*
Sometime from now you'll bow to
pressure
Some things in life you cannot
measure by degrees
I'm between the poles & the
Equator
Don't send no private investigator to
Find me please
'Less he speaks Chinese
And can dance like Astaire overseas
*Repeat CHORUS*
-Michael Penn 1989-
(Yes, brother of THAT Penn!)
A GREAT timeless song I NEVER tire of.
Megan's Dilemma
Maureen Kanka helped to enact & pass "Megan's Law" (1996), which was named after her 7-year-old daughter who was raped & killed by a twice-convicted sex offender living nearby. Now authorities in Pennsylvania are threatening to prosecute three teenage girls after it was discovered they had very risque
images of them on a cell phone.
An Indiana boy currently faces obscenity charges for sending naked photos of himself to female friends & classmates. And last week in Passaic County (NJ) authorities accused a 14-year-old girl of distributing child pornography when she posted naked photos of herself on HER MySpace page.
Megan's law was enacted to protect minors from sexual predators with stiffer penalties & a requirement to be registered as a sex offender. I'm not so sure it was enacted to protect minors from THEMSELVES! Sure what they did was foolish & stupid, but should they be formally charged- especially with a law that's supposed to keep them safe?
If they are going to be punished it should be by the kid's parents or guardians. Of course they'll have to endure the embarrassment & shame among their peers, friends, & family as well.
Although I must admit, sadly some of them probably don't even care who sees the photos. It's probably best to look outside the law, & take a good look at their home environment. Whose to say who's to blame. It's rarely just one thing. I'd start by taking a good look at the parents.
How does this make you feel? What do you think? Please share your comments with FLAST.
images of them on a cell phone.
An Indiana boy currently faces obscenity charges for sending naked photos of himself to female friends & classmates. And last week in Passaic County (NJ) authorities accused a 14-year-old girl of distributing child pornography when she posted naked photos of herself on HER MySpace page.
Megan's law was enacted to protect minors from sexual predators with stiffer penalties & a requirement to be registered as a sex offender. I'm not so sure it was enacted to protect minors from THEMSELVES! Sure what they did was foolish & stupid, but should they be formally charged- especially with a law that's supposed to keep them safe?
If they are going to be punished it should be by the kid's parents or guardians. Of course they'll have to endure the embarrassment & shame among their peers, friends, & family as well.
Although I must admit, sadly some of them probably don't even care who sees the photos. It's probably best to look outside the law, & take a good look at their home environment. Whose to say who's to blame. It's rarely just one thing. I'd start by taking a good look at the parents.
How does this make you feel? What do you think? Please share your comments with FLAST.
Monday, March 30, 2009
There Goes The Neighborhood!
I reside (cemetery notwithstanding) in what people call an affluent town. Sure there's plenty of snobs here, but some decent people as well. There are many middle-class homes in surreal suburbia, & If you walk just a few steps your suddenly surrounded by mansions, also known as "McMansions". That description tends to annoy me, not because I don't live in one, but because it's just a stupid silly catch phrase that I didn't coin- I mean whose gonna eat a big house anyway?! That's just stupid.
We have a relatively low crime rate, but that's 'cause I'm on the job! Most crimes that occur here are burglaries, thefts, & assaults, as well as (sadly) many domestic violence situations. We've had a few murders in my 25 years as Johnny Law, but we are most well known for the List murders in 1971. A man named John List shot & killed his mother, wife, & three children. He was on the lam for many years before being captured while under a new identity. His capture came about via the TV show, America's Most Wanted.
Aside from law & order, my little burg is known for being the birthplace of Charles Addams- famous cartoonist & creator of The Addams Family. If you recall the TV show ED from years ago about the bowling alley lawyer, that was shot here with my town substituting for the fictional town of Stuckeyville Ohio, but I've got to reel this baby in as I've gotten waaaay off topic!
Taking the long way around, (as I oft times do) this post was originally intended to be about how in the last few months we've had an armed car jacking right around the corner from my digs, & just the other day a house across the street from mine was burgled (allegedly) by a well greased operation known in several states as "The James Bond Gang". I don't know what's happening to the fantasy bubble that is my town. Perhaps there's been in escalation in crime due to the economy. They speculate that the recent rise in bank robberies is due to our current economic climate.
Living approximately 35 to 40 minutes outside NYC has never seemed to be a problem before. Actually the city's big enough that I don't think crimes gonna head west to the nooks & crannies of this place. I hope this is not the beginning of a trend or crime wave. If it is I may have to move to Cleveland. Wait, that'd (is that a word?) be MUCH worse!
We have a relatively low crime rate, but that's 'cause I'm on the job! Most crimes that occur here are burglaries, thefts, & assaults, as well as (sadly) many domestic violence situations. We've had a few murders in my 25 years as Johnny Law, but we are most well known for the List murders in 1971. A man named John List shot & killed his mother, wife, & three children. He was on the lam for many years before being captured while under a new identity. His capture came about via the TV show, America's Most Wanted.
Aside from law & order, my little burg is known for being the birthplace of Charles Addams- famous cartoonist & creator of The Addams Family. If you recall the TV show ED from years ago about the bowling alley lawyer, that was shot here with my town substituting for the fictional town of Stuckeyville Ohio, but I've got to reel this baby in as I've gotten waaaay off topic!
Taking the long way around, (as I oft times do) this post was originally intended to be about how in the last few months we've had an armed car jacking right around the corner from my digs, & just the other day a house across the street from mine was burgled (allegedly) by a well greased operation known in several states as "The James Bond Gang". I don't know what's happening to the fantasy bubble that is my town. Perhaps there's been in escalation in crime due to the economy. They speculate that the recent rise in bank robberies is due to our current economic climate.
Living approximately 35 to 40 minutes outside NYC has never seemed to be a problem before. Actually the city's big enough that I don't think crimes gonna head west to the nooks & crannies of this place. I hope this is not the beginning of a trend or crime wave. If it is I may have to move to Cleveland. Wait, that'd (is that a word?) be MUCH worse!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
WEIRD but is it TRUE?!
A man who had robbed a Connecticut bank wreaked his car during his getaway & then took the bus & a taxi home, only to find his roommate dead from an apparent suicide, police said. David Maksimik was busted after he called 911 to get help for his pal. The cops who responded to the scene found the money he allegedly stole.
And you thought YOU were havin' a bad day!
And you thought YOU were havin' a bad day!
Thinkable Thoughts
"Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling."
-Margaret Lee Runbeck, American author
(1905-1956)
-Margaret Lee Runbeck, American author
(1905-1956)
Illogical Pretzel
9am Saturday morning- 2nd yoga class.
YOGA-MUUUCH-MORE-DIFFICULT-&-PAAAINFUL-THAN-FIIIRST-THOUGHT!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, March 27, 2009
BIGger Heads Prevail!
I took my friend & her daughter out for dinner a few nights ago to celebrate her daughters birthday- 12th, I think.
There were quite a few discussions that evening, but there was one in particular that stood out & touched my soul to it's very foundation. The conversation was between myself ("C") & my friends daughter ("T"). Although I can't recall the conversation verbatim, I will to the best of my humble ability, attempt to accurately paraphrase. Please try to follow along.
The topic of conversation (brought up by "T") Began with John Travolta for whatever reason.
"T"- You (meaning me) look a little like John Travolta, but with less hair.
"C"- Really? Thanks, I guess.
"T"- I saw a picture of him recently & his head was bigger than I remember it being when he was in the movie Grease.
"C"- Did you know that he was from New Jersey, like many other famous people.
"T"- Like who?
"C"- Well let's see.....There's me for starters.
"T"- *Blank stare*
"C"- OK, there's quite a few. Wanna hear 'em all.
"T"- *Blank stare continued* Yeah, I guess.
"C"- I'll tell you the one's I know. Tom Cruise, me, Danny DeVeto, me, Jack Nicholson, me, Bruce Springsteen, me, BonJovi, me, Meryl Streep, me, Anne Hathaway......
"T"- looking around the restaurant with a bored blank stare.
"T"- You still haven't told me why his head got so big.
"C"- Well I'm not sure. Old age I guess? What I mean is, I think as you get older gravity expands your head a bit, not to mention stuff that used to be tighter tends to droop a bit.
"T"- Like you?
"C"- So, what else do you wanna talk about? Oh look, here comes the cake...sigh.
There were quite a few discussions that evening, but there was one in particular that stood out & touched my soul to it's very foundation. The conversation was between myself ("C") & my friends daughter ("T"). Although I can't recall the conversation verbatim, I will to the best of my humble ability, attempt to accurately paraphrase. Please try to follow along.
The topic of conversation (brought up by "T") Began with John Travolta for whatever reason.
"T"- You (meaning me) look a little like John Travolta, but with less hair.
"C"- Really? Thanks, I guess.
"T"- I saw a picture of him recently & his head was bigger than I remember it being when he was in the movie Grease.
"C"- Did you know that he was from New Jersey, like many other famous people.
"T"- Like who?
"C"- Well let's see.....There's me for starters.
"T"- *Blank stare*
"C"- OK, there's quite a few. Wanna hear 'em all.
"T"- *Blank stare continued* Yeah, I guess.
"C"- I'll tell you the one's I know. Tom Cruise, me, Danny DeVeto, me, Jack Nicholson, me, Bruce Springsteen, me, BonJovi, me, Meryl Streep, me, Anne Hathaway......
"T"- looking around the restaurant with a bored blank stare.
"T"- You still haven't told me why his head got so big.
"C"- Well I'm not sure. Old age I guess? What I mean is, I think as you get older gravity expands your head a bit, not to mention stuff that used to be tighter tends to droop a bit.
"T"- Like you?
"C"- So, what else do you wanna talk about? Oh look, here comes the cake...sigh.
Matchless Dot Com
I'd like to share a somewhat recent (very) humbling experience I had.
Occasionally I'll peruse (OK, cyber-stalk) some of the better known Internet dating sites to see whats out there, although I'd NEVER admit to actually having ever been a member-EVER! I'd certainly never stoop that low.
While harmlessly perusing out of sheer boredom, I came across a somewhat fetching lass- waaaay out of my price range. She mentioned in her profile that she wasn't a member, but if you were clever enough you could find the clues to an email contact off the site. Using my well honed detective skills, I quickly figured it out & promptly (I didn't say desperately) em'd her. I kinda felt like a (somewhat) older Indiana Jones sans the buffness. I am however truly buff in my head. Does it count that I recently buffed my shoes? How 'bout I buff your car?
Getting back to the topic at hand, I contacted her & she was impressed! We were off to a good start. We exchanged several flirty & clever emails, & It seemed to be going rather well. I was charmin' the pants off 'er- um, figuratively speaking of course! I knew it was comin' so I wasn't surprised when she hit me up for a pic or two. It was the old, you've seen mine, now show me yours type situation.
I mild panic overtook me. A misty sweat left a thin glistening sheen on my forehead. Pic? pic?, do I even have one? Should I find some hot dude on the Internet & send some pics of him to her. I can always charm her later with sympathy tactics of my reconstructive surgery that went terribly awry when the plastic surgeon went into cardiac arrest whilst midway through the delicate surgery! Yea, dats da ticket!
Occasionally I'll peruse (OK, cyber-stalk) some of the better known Internet dating sites to see whats out there, although I'd NEVER admit to actually having ever been a member-EVER! I'd certainly never stoop that low.
While harmlessly perusing out of sheer boredom, I came across a somewhat fetching lass- waaaay out of my price range. She mentioned in her profile that she wasn't a member, but if you were clever enough you could find the clues to an email contact off the site. Using my well honed detective skills, I quickly figured it out & promptly (I didn't say desperately) em'd her. I kinda felt like a (somewhat) older Indiana Jones sans the buffness. I am however truly buff in my head. Does it count that I recently buffed my shoes? How 'bout I buff your car?
Getting back to the topic at hand, I contacted her & she was impressed! We were off to a good start. We exchanged several flirty & clever emails, & It seemed to be going rather well. I was charmin' the pants off 'er- um, figuratively speaking of course! I knew it was comin' so I wasn't surprised when she hit me up for a pic or two. It was the old, you've seen mine, now show me yours type situation.
I mild panic overtook me. A misty sweat left a thin glistening sheen on my forehead. Pic? pic?, do I even have one? Should I find some hot dude on the Internet & send some pics of him to her. I can always charm her later with sympathy tactics of my reconstructive surgery that went terribly awry when the plastic surgeon went into cardiac arrest whilst midway through the delicate surgery! Yea, dats da ticket!
Well, no it's not, is it? As much as it pains me to say, HONESTY is the ticket that should be punched by the conductor. I mean, where can a relationship go that begins with a lie- a lie for craps sake! Sadly I'm not particularly photogenic, & feel I make a MUCH better impression in person when I can blind you with all of my amazing glory!- Can I hear an amen people?!
Long story short- I dug up some (what I thought were) acceptable pics & cautiously sent them off to her & waited & waited & waited & waited & waited......well, you get the point.
Please don't weep for me. I cried enough for all of us, as well as those I don't even know. I know she'll eventually call- I just know it!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Over or Under
I'd like to finally put an end to the raging debate that's lasted centuries, destroyed civilizations, started wars, separated Man, woman, & child, as well as loved ones.
Should the toilet paper roll go over the top (front) of the dispenser, OR under the rear (pun intended) from the backside? (pun once again intended).
I'll settle this once & for all! It's UNDER! Why you ask? Because gravity works better this way, & it's prettier. ;^)
OK, now that that's done what's next?!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
For The Texting Impaired
I'd like to share a humorous tale with you, however I'd like to preface it.
Although at rare times a blatant hypocrite, I'm not a big fan of texting. While I understand it's purpose & questionable necessity in today's often hectic world, I think it's become one of many tools that are (I feel) depersonalizing & isolating society from itself. I find it quite ironic that it's intent is an additional option of communication.
One of my short films I plan to be shooting soon is of an unhappy husband & wife. Whilst sitting at the dinner table they become involved in a heated discussion, also known as a fight. The entire fight is communicated via texting although they're sitting across from each other. The texts appear as subtitles.
OK, onto the humorous story & one of MANY reasons I'm anti-text. I'm sitting there attempting to type out a text with my big Snausage fingers. About two hours later I've finally typed out the entire sentence & press send. That was easy! Within moments I receive a response. That was fast, I thought. I excitedly & with great anticipation open the text to find.......I had sent it to myself INSTEAD of the intended recipient. DUH!
Sadly, I'm pretty sure this has happened to me on at least one other occasion- who's counting. Yes, such a buildup & roundabout way to get to a very minor silly occurrence, but I thought it was absolutely hysterical! And that my friends is why I try to keep my fingers to myself. I think I'll leave the texting to more talented talons or teenagers.
Although at rare times a blatant hypocrite, I'm not a big fan of texting. While I understand it's purpose & questionable necessity in today's often hectic world, I think it's become one of many tools that are (I feel) depersonalizing & isolating society from itself. I find it quite ironic that it's intent is an additional option of communication.
One of my short films I plan to be shooting soon is of an unhappy husband & wife. Whilst sitting at the dinner table they become involved in a heated discussion, also known as a fight. The entire fight is communicated via texting although they're sitting across from each other. The texts appear as subtitles.
OK, onto the humorous story & one of MANY reasons I'm anti-text. I'm sitting there attempting to type out a text with my big Snausage fingers. About two hours later I've finally typed out the entire sentence & press send. That was easy! Within moments I receive a response. That was fast, I thought. I excitedly & with great anticipation open the text to find.......I had sent it to myself INSTEAD of the intended recipient. DUH!
Sadly, I'm pretty sure this has happened to me on at least one other occasion- who's counting. Yes, such a buildup & roundabout way to get to a very minor silly occurrence, but I thought it was absolutely hysterical! And that my friends is why I try to keep my fingers to myself. I think I'll leave the texting to more talented talons or teenagers.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Beware Of Flying Rice!
I'm hoping she doesn't mind, but I'd like to wish one of my loyal readers (Gwennie) Congratulations on her recent nuptials, or as some may say, the tying of the knot! I wish her & her newly betrothed husband MANY happy & healthy years together. Don't forget to recycle the cans that were tied to your bumper. It's the right thing to do. Have fun you crazy kids!!!
Um, I wasn't invited. Never the bridesmaid- never the bride! ;-(
Um, I wasn't invited. Never the bridesmaid- never the bride! ;-(
Friday, March 20, 2009
WEIRD but is it TRUE?!
A nude 14-year-old boy walking a LARGE white poodle attacked a 53-year-old woman in her yard. "The young naked man approached her with this poodle, & she immediately realized something was was peculiar," one cop said.
-DO YA THINK?!-
Not surprising, the poor kid had just escaped from a behavioral treatment center. - THAT'S ODD!-
Two robbers loaded with cash & gems were immediately robbed by a second group of thieves as they exited a jewelry store. Cops ultimately arrested all four men, although the cash & jewelry was not recovered. -APPARENTLY THERE IS JUSTICE IN THE WORLD-
A woman accused of stealing $73,000 from a church where she worked said the devil told her to do it. "Satan had a BIG part in the theft," the woman said. -I'M CURIOUS IF SATAN PLANS ON DEFENDING HIMSELF IN COURT. I'M TOLD HELL IS FULL OF LAWYERS!- ;-)
-DO YA THINK?!-
Not surprising, the poor kid had just escaped from a behavioral treatment center. - THAT'S ODD!-
Two robbers loaded with cash & gems were immediately robbed by a second group of thieves as they exited a jewelry store. Cops ultimately arrested all four men, although the cash & jewelry was not recovered. -APPARENTLY THERE IS JUSTICE IN THE WORLD-
A woman accused of stealing $73,000 from a church where she worked said the devil told her to do it. "Satan had a BIG part in the theft," the woman said. -I'M CURIOUS IF SATAN PLANS ON DEFENDING HIMSELF IN COURT. I'M TOLD HELL IS FULL OF LAWYERS!- ;-)
Pretzel Logic
Over the years friends, as well as practitioners of the dark arts of medicine, have recommended I give yoga a try. I've always stubbornly (as is my way) declined as I felt due to my existing & often exciting ADHD, I'd be unable to truly benefit from it as I find it difficult to relax & clear my constantly racing mind.
I also have to admit avoiding it for fear of feeling or looking silly, which I most likely do no matter where I am. I'm also not very flexible, & have been dealing with some joint issues for the past year or thereabouts.Recently however I've been seriously considering taking it up, but only if I could find a yoga buddy. Enter my former flame.
I was dining with some friends at her place of employment when she casually mentioned she had recently started taking yoga classes & felt it would be good for me as well. I asked if she'd be willing to hold my hand- figuratively speaking of course, & let me sit in on a class with her. She said she'd think about it, although her expression reeked of NOT A CHANCE!
Well miracle of miracles, she called with an offer to keep me company at a class tomorrow morning at 9am. 9am??!!- on a Saturday morning??!! I guess I'll have to suck it up as I believe this is a ONE TIME only offer. I do appreciate her sympathy.
I'm not sure if I can do all the physicality's involved in yoga. I know I've got the breathing part down as I more or less do that on a regular basis. Contorting my body into a pretzel shape is a whole other ball game, besides if I'm gonna have anything to do with pretzels they're going to be covered in dark chocolate- YUM!
I also have to admit avoiding it for fear of feeling or looking silly, which I most likely do no matter where I am. I'm also not very flexible, & have been dealing with some joint issues for the past year or thereabouts.Recently however I've been seriously considering taking it up, but only if I could find a yoga buddy. Enter my former flame.
I was dining with some friends at her place of employment when she casually mentioned she had recently started taking yoga classes & felt it would be good for me as well. I asked if she'd be willing to hold my hand- figuratively speaking of course, & let me sit in on a class with her. She said she'd think about it, although her expression reeked of NOT A CHANCE!
Well miracle of miracles, she called with an offer to keep me company at a class tomorrow morning at 9am. 9am??!!- on a Saturday morning??!! I guess I'll have to suck it up as I believe this is a ONE TIME only offer. I do appreciate her sympathy.
I'm not sure if I can do all the physicality's involved in yoga. I know I've got the breathing part down as I more or less do that on a regular basis. Contorting my body into a pretzel shape is a whole other ball game, besides if I'm gonna have anything to do with pretzels they're going to be covered in dark chocolate- YUM!
Fellow Bloggers....
As time passes I seem to receive a higher frequency of emails requesting a link to my blog. They don't appear to be personal in nature, but more of a form type email. I'm ALWAYS hesitant to post a link, especially due to the fact that they have nothing to do with nor would seem to enhance FLAST in any way. I'm sure this is a pretty common experience for most if not all of you.
Feel free to comment on this mundane post.
*NEWS FLASH*
Looking through my old posts I found one saved as a draft, although I could have sworn I already had posted it. It's titled "A Beautiful Mind" from 02/26/09. If your bored give it a look-see. If it was a Blogger glitch & you've already viewed it I sincerely somewhat apologize.
Feel free to comment on this mundane post.
*NEWS FLASH*
Looking through my old posts I found one saved as a draft, although I could have sworn I already had posted it. It's titled "A Beautiful Mind" from 02/26/09. If your bored give it a look-see. If it was a Blogger glitch & you've already viewed it I sincerely somewhat apologize.
Oh The Irony!!!
I awoke today with great anticipation, ready to herald & embrace the first day of spring. I would celebrate the seasons rebirth. I would welcome the birds singing, the bees buzzin', the bulbs bloomin' , &...........the snow falling??!! W-H-A-T is up with that?
Now I happen to be a BIG fan of irony, especially dark, brooding, humorous irony, but even this situation was almost too much for me to bare. Oh, the humanity!
Despite the dismal weather, it is the official start of spring, & to honor that I thought I would bestow a little poem upon your unsuspecting eyes. Please don't close them.
I'll call it- "In Honor of The First Day of Spring-Even Though it's Snowing."
Spring has sprung or so they say
To chase the winter blues away
Winter fights back tooth & nail
To delay the change if not derail
A last attempt at winters dread
I think I'll just go back to bed
Out like a lion I guess.
Now I happen to be a BIG fan of irony, especially dark, brooding, humorous irony, but even this situation was almost too much for me to bare. Oh, the humanity!
Despite the dismal weather, it is the official start of spring, & to honor that I thought I would bestow a little poem upon your unsuspecting eyes. Please don't close them.
I'll call it- "In Honor of The First Day of Spring-Even Though it's Snowing."
Spring has sprung or so they say
To chase the winter blues away
Winter fights back tooth & nail
To delay the change if not derail
A last attempt at winters dread
I think I'll just go back to bed
Out like a lion I guess.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
WEIRD but TRUE!
An Iowa man actually named Rip Van Winkle is suffering from insomnia. "I went to the doctor's office & the irony is incredible. My name is Rip Van Winkle, & I can't sleep," he said.
Mr. Winkle spends his nights watching movies or reading. I feel your pain brudda. Although my name is far from unique & ironic, I often suffer from a similar fate, although not as badly of late. He may be Rip, but I'm torn! In fact when I don't get enough sleep I feel absolutely shredded.
Painfully bad puns, & not at all funny. Hey, I tried.
Mr. Winkle spends his nights watching movies or reading. I feel your pain brudda. Although my name is far from unique & ironic, I often suffer from a similar fate, although not as badly of late. He may be Rip, but I'm torn! In fact when I don't get enough sleep I feel absolutely shredded.
Painfully bad puns, & not at all funny. Hey, I tried.
Top O' The Morning To Ya!
Happy St. Patrick's (I prefer St. Christopher) Day to ya. If your of legal age, drink some green beer. If your not, just drink Your Ovaltine with a splash of green food coloring! Wear something green, even if it's underwear that no one will ever see, & because of that you'll be smiling sheepishly all day long. Don't forget to eat a bowl of Lucky Charms with skim milk, eating only the marshmallow pieces, leaving the bland oat nuggets for the less fortunate. Oh, & one last thing I almost forgot, don't eat yellow snow.
Now off you go to kick some leprechauns @$$!, or perhaps just a friend whose Irish. If YOU'RE Irish, you'll have to kick your own @$$!
Now off you go to kick some leprechauns @$$!, or perhaps just a friend whose Irish. If YOU'RE Irish, you'll have to kick your own @$$!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wasted Time
Well baby there you stand
with your little head down in your hand
Oh my God you can't believe it's happening again
your baby's gone your all alone and it looks like the end
And you're back out on the street
And you're tryin' to remember
How will you start it over
You don't know if you can
You don't care much for a strangers touch
But you can't hold your man
You never thought you'd be alone
This far down the line
And I know what's been on your mind
You're afraid it's all been wasted time
The autumn leaves have got you thinking
About the first time that you fell
You didn't love the boy too much
You just loved the boy too well
So you live from day to day
And you dream about tomorrow
And the hours go by like minutes
And the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something
Just to make them go away
And I could have done so many things baby
If only I could stop my mind
From wonderin' what I left behind
And from worrying 'bout this wasted time
So you can get on with your search baby
And I can get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find
That it wasn't really wasted time
-The Eagles/Don Henley
Over The Hill At 28?!
According to scientists at the University of Virgina, they've found that the ability to reason, speed of thought, & spatial visualization all peak around 22 years of age & begin declining by 27.
Researchers studied 2,000 people between the ages of 18 & 60 & found failure to remember names & find car keys, associated with "old age," may begin decades earlier than once thought.
I had those problems long before I was 22, so what does that say about me now? I'm even more past my prime than I thought I was? Apparently waaaaay past it! Is that even possible? :^(
Source- M. Joyella NY Post
Researchers studied 2,000 people between the ages of 18 & 60 & found failure to remember names & find car keys, associated with "old age," may begin decades earlier than once thought.
I had those problems long before I was 22, so what does that say about me now? I'm even more past my prime than I thought I was? Apparently waaaaay past it! Is that even possible? :^(
Source- M. Joyella NY Post
What a Relief!
I thought I was having a severe meltdown mid-life crisis, then a friend pointed out that I drive a 2003 Honda Element- The color orange for that matter! What would I do without friends.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
I Don't Mind at All
The time for talking's over now
I think it's time to let you go,
But I don't, no I don't mind at all
It's getting so you never know
When things are better left alone
But I don't, no I don't mind at all
*CHORUS*
It's important to me
that I don't see you laughing at me
But I'm smart enough to know
that I have to let you go
But I don't mind at all
Sentiments and tears will get you as far as
you might think they will
But I don't, no I don't mind at all
Misery loves company
But she will never fit the bill
But I don't, no I don't mind at all
*REPEAT CHORUS*
Seven years ago I said
good-bye to my own sanity
But I don't, no I don't
No I don't mind at all
-Bourgeois Tagg
I heard this song recently & can't get it out of my head. It's a great song that seems timeless to me, although I believe it was released in the 90's? Good lyrics, (which I should heed!) as well as a very nice string arrangement. If you haven't heard it, check it out.
I think it's time to let you go,
But I don't, no I don't mind at all
It's getting so you never know
When things are better left alone
But I don't, no I don't mind at all
*CHORUS*
It's important to me
that I don't see you laughing at me
But I'm smart enough to know
that I have to let you go
But I don't mind at all
Sentiments and tears will get you as far as
you might think they will
But I don't, no I don't mind at all
Misery loves company
But she will never fit the bill
But I don't, no I don't mind at all
*REPEAT CHORUS*
Seven years ago I said
good-bye to my own sanity
But I don't, no I don't
No I don't mind at all
-Bourgeois Tagg
I heard this song recently & can't get it out of my head. It's a great song that seems timeless to me, although I believe it was released in the 90's? Good lyrics, (which I should heed!) as well as a very nice string arrangement. If you haven't heard it, check it out.
Friday, March 13, 2009
WEIRD but TRUE!
-This one's for Stefany-
A Croatian motorist wreaked his car when he crashed through an undertakers window. When the driver awoke, he was in an open coffin. "He didn't know if he was alive or dead," said a rescue worker who responded to the scene.
Undertaker Miro Zirdum said it was the fourth time a car had crashed into his place of business. Sadly for the mortician none of the victims required his services.
That gives new meaning to the term drive-in! If the undertaker was smart he would pursue that as a new business opportunity.
A Croatian motorist wreaked his car when he crashed through an undertakers window. When the driver awoke, he was in an open coffin. "He didn't know if he was alive or dead," said a rescue worker who responded to the scene.
Undertaker Miro Zirdum said it was the fourth time a car had crashed into his place of business. Sadly for the mortician none of the victims required his services.
That gives new meaning to the term drive-in! If the undertaker was smart he would pursue that as a new business opportunity.
Ten Plus Three Equals Friday
Friday the thirteenth again?! We just had one last month! That's a double whammy! I'm not sure how often that occurs. I'm not superstitious (well maybe just a little). Not only that, but this month is almost exactly the same as February day for day, aside from the three days at the end of March. That wigs me out man & I don't have a lot of hair to play with.
Beware of black cats! Don't walk under ladders! Don't drive with your eyes closed! Don't go outside without any clothes on (unless you have a phenomenal body, are a nudist, it's your birthday, or have absolutely no shame whatsoever!). I do however recommend eating a big bowl of Lucky Charms cereal- just ignore the annoying little leprechaun. He's quite smelly & swears like a drunken sailor!
I think the end is nigh!
Beware of black cats! Don't walk under ladders! Don't drive with your eyes closed! Don't go outside without any clothes on (unless you have a phenomenal body, are a nudist, it's your birthday, or have absolutely no shame whatsoever!). I do however recommend eating a big bowl of Lucky Charms cereal- just ignore the annoying little leprechaun. He's quite smelly & swears like a drunken sailor!
I think the end is nigh!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Thinkable Thoughts
" Home is any four walls that enclose the right person."
-Helen Rowland, American writer, journalist, & humorist (1876-1950)
-Helen Rowland, American writer, journalist, & humorist (1876-1950)
Over The Edge
Niagara Falls- Ontario (various news sources)
A (silly) naked man who jumped into the icy Niagara waters before plunging 180 feet (55 meters) down the falls, quite astonishingly survived! The (silly) man then resisted all attempts to rescue him before he was eventually pulled to safety against his will.
The (silly) man believed to be in his late 30's was semiconscious when he was transported to a local hospital. He suffered a head injury (before or after?!) & hypothermia due to the near-freezing water temperature.
A witness stated he had observed the (OK- we've established he's quite silly) man climb over a retaining wall, jumping into the rapids just above the Horseshoe Falls. Shortly thereafter the man was spotted at the base. The (most uncooperative) man was in the water for about 45 minutes before he was rescued.
The last known person (another silly man) to survive a plunge over the falls occurred in October of 2003. He was depressed & had been drinking (Obviously!!). At least 17 people- not including suicide attempts- are known to have gone over the falls. There are 3 waterfalls that make up the Niagara Falls- the American, horseshoe & the bridal veil. That last one I think speaks for itself! :-)
Dude there's other ways to get attention. Gerrrrrrrrrrrrronimoooooooooooooooo!
A (silly) naked man who jumped into the icy Niagara waters before plunging 180 feet (55 meters) down the falls, quite astonishingly survived! The (silly) man then resisted all attempts to rescue him before he was eventually pulled to safety against his will.
The (silly) man believed to be in his late 30's was semiconscious when he was transported to a local hospital. He suffered a head injury (before or after?!) & hypothermia due to the near-freezing water temperature.
A witness stated he had observed the (OK- we've established he's quite silly) man climb over a retaining wall, jumping into the rapids just above the Horseshoe Falls. Shortly thereafter the man was spotted at the base. The (most uncooperative) man was in the water for about 45 minutes before he was rescued.
The last known person (another silly man) to survive a plunge over the falls occurred in October of 2003. He was depressed & had been drinking (Obviously!!). At least 17 people- not including suicide attempts- are known to have gone over the falls. There are 3 waterfalls that make up the Niagara Falls- the American, horseshoe & the bridal veil. That last one I think speaks for itself! :-)
Dude there's other ways to get attention. Gerrrrrrrrrrrrronimoooooooooooooooo!
Long Ago and Far Away
This past Monday (3-9-09) marked 12 years since my mother died. TWELVE YEARS! On one hand it seems so long ago as I considered all the major turning points & events that have shaped my life since then. On the other hand in some unexplainable way it feels like much less time has passed. As you get older & more aware of the confining & controlling yet compelling notion of time, it can seem like it has moved so fast that sometimes it has passed you by & your barely aware of it.
At the time I could barely comprehend her death, although she'd been sick for sometime. People say death can be easier to bare when the person has a long term illness in that supposedly you have more time to prepare yourself for it's eventuality. I thought I'd never survive it. Even though I knew the anniversary was this past Monday, it had somewhat slipped my mind. I felt a bit guilty, but I also realized it probably means for the most part I've healed & moved on.
Despite my spiritual beliefs, I've always held a somewhat irrational fear of death, going way back to when I was young. I have absolutely no idea how or when these seeds were planted. Perhaps it was being raised with little security in a somewhat unstable home. I think the fears in my adult years would stem from not accomplishing all the things I had intended or not becoming the person I had always wanted, intended, & hoped to be before it was time for my soul to transcend to what I feel & pray to be a better place or state of being.
At the time I could barely comprehend her death, although she'd been sick for sometime. People say death can be easier to bare when the person has a long term illness in that supposedly you have more time to prepare yourself for it's eventuality. I thought I'd never survive it. Even though I knew the anniversary was this past Monday, it had somewhat slipped my mind. I felt a bit guilty, but I also realized it probably means for the most part I've healed & moved on.
Despite my spiritual beliefs, I've always held a somewhat irrational fear of death, going way back to when I was young. I have absolutely no idea how or when these seeds were planted. Perhaps it was being raised with little security in a somewhat unstable home. I think the fears in my adult years would stem from not accomplishing all the things I had intended or not becoming the person I had always wanted, intended, & hoped to be before it was time for my soul to transcend to what I feel & pray to be a better place or state of being.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Thinkable Thoughts
"Death destroys a man; the idea of death saves him."
- E.M. Forster, English author
(1879-1970)
- E.M. Forster, English author
(1879-1970)
Disbanded?
Last night our bands bassist & me got into a bit of a tiff, quarrel, row, disagreement, misunderstanding. Whatever it was, he decided he would call it a night leaving rehearsal early. I attempted to patch things up to no avail. These things happen. A band is much like a family relationship & at times, similar to a passionate romantic relationship. By that I mean the more time you spend together, the more apt you are to experiencing one or more of the above listed events. That's one of many reasons bands break up frequently. Does that make any sense? Please don't kiss the drummer.
I'm hoping (occasionally being adults & all) we can work through this & that what occurred doesn't spell the end for Playback. In the scheme of things, it wasn't that big of a deal in the sense that there was no bloodshed nor valuable large & heavy items thrown. We'll see what happens. It would be a shame to end this thing before it really gets started. I'll just chalk it up to an off night. Sounds more upbeat & positive, yes?
For craps sake, we haven't even played our first official gig yet.
On a positive note, someone representing the festival we're set to play came to hear us & she was impressed. Even more so when I slyly passed her the envelope containing $100.00
I'm hoping (occasionally being adults & all) we can work through this & that what occurred doesn't spell the end for Playback. In the scheme of things, it wasn't that big of a deal in the sense that there was no bloodshed nor valuable large & heavy items thrown. We'll see what happens. It would be a shame to end this thing before it really gets started. I'll just chalk it up to an off night. Sounds more upbeat & positive, yes?
For craps sake, we haven't even played our first official gig yet.
On a positive note, someone representing the festival we're set to play came to hear us & she was impressed. Even more so when I slyly passed her the envelope containing $100.00
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Don't Shoot That, Shoot This!
Still workin' on my short films, & trying to decide which one to do first. We (meaning me & one other guy) are pretty much ready to shoot 3 of the 5. Even though they're short films, they have each become problematic in their own ways. I figure it's best to start with the "easiest" one for the first one out of the gate. Quiet on the set! I'll keep you posted as things develop.
Fly on The Wall.................
Actually, make that on the floor. You can file the following under gross &/or disgusting, based upon your scientific preferences. For the past 2 months (at least!) there's been a very LARGE dead fly on the floor next to the toilet in the men's bathroom. I'm VERY observant as I've probably mentioned before & never miss much, especially the cool gross stuff!
I'm glad this part of the building houses public servants (NOT slaves!), instead of some type of food industry, although I'm sure there's plenty of dead flies (& other things) there as well! I would never want anyone telling me my job, but apparently someone should tell the custodial staff.
Excuse me waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
I'm glad this part of the building houses public servants (NOT slaves!), instead of some type of food industry, although I'm sure there's plenty of dead flies (& other things) there as well! I would never want anyone telling me my job, but apparently someone should tell the custodial staff.
Excuse me waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Banding Together
Tonight my cover band Playback has another rehearsal. We've been doin' pretty good, FINALLY making some headway & learning some new material. We're working on developing our lame new My Space page, as well as planning to record a small demo CD in order to get some decent gigs.
Just prior to tonight's rehearsal I'm 'sposed to jam with a guy who works at the "dirty deli" I frequent each morn. The joe's pretty good there & easily beats "Starpukes!" We've been talking about jamming together for over 10 years now. Sometimes good things take a while to mature & ferment, like the guys in the band for instance.
Rock on!
Just prior to tonight's rehearsal I'm 'sposed to jam with a guy who works at the "dirty deli" I frequent each morn. The joe's pretty good there & easily beats "Starpukes!" We've been talking about jamming together for over 10 years now. Sometimes good things take a while to mature & ferment, like the guys in the band for instance.
Rock on!
Happy Birthday Doll!
Being a HUGE pop culture junkie I thought it appropriate to report the following, especially considering most of FLAST's readership appears to be women- God bless 'em!
Although I don't condone men playing with dolls, (unless they're life sized) if that's what your into, so be it. After all, men & boys have been playing playing with "large sized articulated action figures" for years. There was GI Joe of the 60's & 70's, as well as Captain Action who you could change into other super heroes by buying uniform accessory sets sold separately.
As some of you may or may not be aware, yesterday was Barbies 50th birthday & they threw a big bash for her in NYC where she originated. Debuting on March 9, 1959 she took the toy world by storm selling 300,000 units her first year at $3.00 each. Fifty years later she's still arguably the most popular doll in the world.
Her epic on & off relationship with Ken (Male version of Barbie) is the stuff of tabloid legend. Their affair began in 1961, when Barb was already an established celeb & Ken's star was just beginning to rise. The famed couple split 43 years later on Valentines Day 2004, when Barbie kicked him to da curb.
The true reason for this split has never surfaced although throughout the years there's been rampant rumors & speculation of wild secretive trysts and substance abuse. Only Barbie knows for sure. Ken was served with a judicial gag order, but there have recent rumors of a tell-all book with a triple digit advance by an as of yet unknown publishing house.
Although I don't condone men playing with dolls, (unless they're life sized) if that's what your into, so be it. After all, men & boys have been playing playing with "large sized articulated action figures" for years. There was GI Joe of the 60's & 70's, as well as Captain Action who you could change into other super heroes by buying uniform accessory sets sold separately.
As some of you may or may not be aware, yesterday was Barbies 50th birthday & they threw a big bash for her in NYC where she originated. Debuting on March 9, 1959 she took the toy world by storm selling 300,000 units her first year at $3.00 each. Fifty years later she's still arguably the most popular doll in the world.
Her epic on & off relationship with Ken (Male version of Barbie) is the stuff of tabloid legend. Their affair began in 1961, when Barb was already an established celeb & Ken's star was just beginning to rise. The famed couple split 43 years later on Valentines Day 2004, when Barbie kicked him to da curb.
The true reason for this split has never surfaced although throughout the years there's been rampant rumors & speculation of wild secretive trysts and substance abuse. Only Barbie knows for sure. Ken was served with a judicial gag order, but there have recent rumors of a tell-all book with a triple digit advance by an as of yet unknown publishing house.
BOO-HOO!
Feeling a bit insignificant today, especially on the work front. I never seemed to fit the blueprint or stereotype associated with my line of work. Many times throughout my career I've felt like I'm on Island of misfit toys waiting for Santa to pick me up in his sleigh, to take me me away somewhere to be appreciated by boys & girls- scratch that! I mean girls! G-I-R-L-S!!!!!!!!!!!
I suppose I'm just feeling sorry for myself- Waaaaaaaa!
If you can't vent on Blogger then where can you. Thanks for listening, er I mean reading.
I suppose I'm just feeling sorry for myself- Waaaaaaaa!
If you can't vent on Blogger then where can you. Thanks for listening, er I mean reading.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Watching The Watchmen
Last night a friend and me attended the N.E. Hollywood premiere of Watchman. The film is based on a praised (by fan boys & media) graphic novel released in 1986, published by DC Comics.
The graphic novel was produced by the team of Alan Moore (writer) & Dave Gibbons (art). While Gibbons is a fan of the film & was involved in the creative process, Mr. Moore was not. He requested (read:demanded) that his name be removed from the film as well as his past & future work that was/will be adapted into film. Apparently Mr. Moore was so displeased with the film adaptation of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (great comic-lousy film) starring Sean Connery, that he felt " The Hollywood Machine" was incapable of properly adapting his work to his satisfaction.
Many years ago I had attempted to enjoy (I use this word 'cause not only do you read it, but there's pretty pictures too!) the graphic novel, however I never finished it. Watchmen was touted as unfilmable & had been in & out of development at numerous studios throughout the years. Most recently Terry Gilliam & Paul Greengrass were in various stages of pre-production with their attempts eventually ending up dead or in turnaround. A Hollywood term for basically going nowhere fast.
Enter director Zac Snyder (300) & David Hayter (writer) who set about to finally bring the movie to celluloid. I'm not going to get into the story as it's somewhat complicated & I'm sure you may have read the book, seen the reviews, read about it somewhere, or just don't care. Snyder was adamant about using lessor known actors as to not take away or overshadow the characters.
The film stars Jackie Earl Haley (Little Children) as the most compelling character in the film, Rorschach. Who would of thought that the kid who got his start in The Bad News Bears, would become such an accomplished character actor. The other noteworthy stars are; Billy Crudup (Big Fish) as Dr. Manhattan, Patrick Wilson (Hard Candy-Little Children) as Owlman, and Jeffery Dean Morgan (Grey's Anatomy) as The Comedian. I feel Haley & Morgan were the strongest actors in the film. The only weak-link actor in the film was Malin Akerman as The Silk Spectre II. Although not terrible, compared to the others, she somewhat paled. On the other hand she was VERY easy on the eyes. Yowsa!
I felt much like The Dark Knight, the film was a bit too long, but understand there were many back stories & flashbacks, as well as character development needed to cram in there. The film is rated "R", & not surprisingly there were many viewers who were technically under the age limit. A couple even brought a baby which is a VERY sore subject for me & it's discussion would cause this post to be much longer than it already is! Despite the rating I was surprised at the amount of graphic violence & a few not so subtle sex scenes, although I'm far from a prude.
I have to admit during those graphic scenes it disturbed me that so many in the audience were laughing. I'm not sure if it's due to our desensitised society or just a nervous uncomfortable reaction to what they were seeing up on the screen. I tend to be sensitive, so when engrossed in scenes like that I think I react (at least internally) with the emotions that the producers were trying to convey, but hey that's just me.
Overall I enjoyed it, the first half more than the second, but it's one of those films that I think require multiple viewings to understand & fully appreciate as there's lots to see.
The graphic novel was produced by the team of Alan Moore (writer) & Dave Gibbons (art). While Gibbons is a fan of the film & was involved in the creative process, Mr. Moore was not. He requested (read:demanded) that his name be removed from the film as well as his past & future work that was/will be adapted into film. Apparently Mr. Moore was so displeased with the film adaptation of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (great comic-lousy film) starring Sean Connery, that he felt " The Hollywood Machine" was incapable of properly adapting his work to his satisfaction.
Many years ago I had attempted to enjoy (I use this word 'cause not only do you read it, but there's pretty pictures too!) the graphic novel, however I never finished it. Watchmen was touted as unfilmable & had been in & out of development at numerous studios throughout the years. Most recently Terry Gilliam & Paul Greengrass were in various stages of pre-production with their attempts eventually ending up dead or in turnaround. A Hollywood term for basically going nowhere fast.
Enter director Zac Snyder (300) & David Hayter (writer) who set about to finally bring the movie to celluloid. I'm not going to get into the story as it's somewhat complicated & I'm sure you may have read the book, seen the reviews, read about it somewhere, or just don't care. Snyder was adamant about using lessor known actors as to not take away or overshadow the characters.
The film stars Jackie Earl Haley (Little Children) as the most compelling character in the film, Rorschach. Who would of thought that the kid who got his start in The Bad News Bears, would become such an accomplished character actor. The other noteworthy stars are; Billy Crudup (Big Fish) as Dr. Manhattan, Patrick Wilson (Hard Candy-Little Children) as Owlman, and Jeffery Dean Morgan (Grey's Anatomy) as The Comedian. I feel Haley & Morgan were the strongest actors in the film. The only weak-link actor in the film was Malin Akerman as The Silk Spectre II. Although not terrible, compared to the others, she somewhat paled. On the other hand she was VERY easy on the eyes. Yowsa!
I felt much like The Dark Knight, the film was a bit too long, but understand there were many back stories & flashbacks, as well as character development needed to cram in there. The film is rated "R", & not surprisingly there were many viewers who were technically under the age limit. A couple even brought a baby which is a VERY sore subject for me & it's discussion would cause this post to be much longer than it already is! Despite the rating I was surprised at the amount of graphic violence & a few not so subtle sex scenes, although I'm far from a prude.
I have to admit during those graphic scenes it disturbed me that so many in the audience were laughing. I'm not sure if it's due to our desensitised society or just a nervous uncomfortable reaction to what they were seeing up on the screen. I tend to be sensitive, so when engrossed in scenes like that I think I react (at least internally) with the emotions that the producers were trying to convey, but hey that's just me.
Overall I enjoyed it, the first half more than the second, but it's one of those films that I think require multiple viewings to understand & fully appreciate as there's lots to see.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz!
So, did you spring ahead or fall back to sleep?- like I did!
I'm still amazed at how only an hour forward or backward can have such an effect on my body clock which at this point needs a good winding! If I feel jet lagged, I'd actually like to go somewhere- hello, really?!
Now I have to go & change 4 wall clocks- 7 wrist watches- & a partridge in a pear tree!
Friday, March 6, 2009
I See My Bedroom & I Want To Paint It...?
I recently got the go ahead to have my bedroom painted. It's only been about 19 years! When I first moved in I was determined to have the 2 bedrooms painted "battle Ship" gray, with a darker shade of gray for all the molding. I really dug it at the time, thinking it was pretty cool.
Fast forward approximately 19 years. Not so cool. What was I thinking? Actually it's still kinda cool- sorta, perhaps, & maybe. Several years ago the Powers that be at the cemetery were kind enough to have my apartment painted, albeit not the 2 bedrooms. After much demeaning yet humbling pleading, they relented & will allow me to have my bedroom, unfortunately not the second bedroom painted while kindly picking up the tab.
There in lies my dilemma. I'm trying to put a positive spin on the room, hopefully bringing about some good karma that will possibly relieve some of my insomnia. I've read that pink is a good color for babies rooms, rubber rooms, & jail cells, but I'm not convinced it would be beneficial to me, although it could calm my instability!
I'm leaning towards either a pale green or blue, although blue is the color of depression. I was really keen on red, but red is the color of passion so that's pointless. :-)
It appears most of the regular readers of FLAST are of the female persuasion, & I would welcome your points of view, opinions, insight, & any & all enlightenment you could offer me. Thanks in advance of your anticipated comments.
At least at this moment, I'm sure I want to have my red door painted black!
Fast forward approximately 19 years. Not so cool. What was I thinking? Actually it's still kinda cool- sorta, perhaps, & maybe. Several years ago the Powers that be at the cemetery were kind enough to have my apartment painted, albeit not the 2 bedrooms. After much demeaning yet humbling pleading, they relented & will allow me to have my bedroom, unfortunately not the second bedroom painted while kindly picking up the tab.
There in lies my dilemma. I'm trying to put a positive spin on the room, hopefully bringing about some good karma that will possibly relieve some of my insomnia. I've read that pink is a good color for babies rooms, rubber rooms, & jail cells, but I'm not convinced it would be beneficial to me, although it could calm my instability!
I'm leaning towards either a pale green or blue, although blue is the color of depression. I was really keen on red, but red is the color of passion so that's pointless. :-)
It appears most of the regular readers of FLAST are of the female persuasion, & I would welcome your points of view, opinions, insight, & any & all enlightenment you could offer me. Thanks in advance of your anticipated comments.
At least at this moment, I'm sure I want to have my red door painted black!
Huh...Wah??!!
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh........
Here I sit foggy, groggy, punch drunk, & slightly delirious. I overslept AGAIN!! All night long I was in & out of consciousness. I woke up (sorta) when I heard the first of my 9 emergency alarms go off.
I had a few of the alarms custom built. They cost quite a bit of moo-la to produce. They're manufactured by some old guy who works out of a small shed in Alaska. One of the alarms is a police/fire type siren. Another is a fog horn. I even have one that violently shakes the bed. I don't wish to discuss the others.
I don't even remember falling back asleep. When that happens I usually fall into a deeeeep sleep & dream quite intensely. Somewhere deep inside the shallow recesses of my mind I must of realized I had to wake up because I suddenly awoke with my heart & mind racing, feeling like I was hit by a bus! It felt almost like an intense hangover minus the booze.
Thank God I have my elephant assistant typing this for me. It's quite convenient as she works for peanuts! I also have a back up monkey just in case who works for...well as if you didn't know. I'm feeling quite useless today, so I'll probably get less work done that I usually do. It's gonna be a lonnng day!
Bartender- no more for me. I think I had too much to dream last night!
Here I sit foggy, groggy, punch drunk, & slightly delirious. I overslept AGAIN!! All night long I was in & out of consciousness. I woke up (sorta) when I heard the first of my 9 emergency alarms go off.
I had a few of the alarms custom built. They cost quite a bit of moo-la to produce. They're manufactured by some old guy who works out of a small shed in Alaska. One of the alarms is a police/fire type siren. Another is a fog horn. I even have one that violently shakes the bed. I don't wish to discuss the others.
I don't even remember falling back asleep. When that happens I usually fall into a deeeeep sleep & dream quite intensely. Somewhere deep inside the shallow recesses of my mind I must of realized I had to wake up because I suddenly awoke with my heart & mind racing, feeling like I was hit by a bus! It felt almost like an intense hangover minus the booze.
Thank God I have my elephant assistant typing this for me. It's quite convenient as she works for peanuts! I also have a back up monkey just in case who works for...well as if you didn't know. I'm feeling quite useless today, so I'll probably get less work done that I usually do. It's gonna be a lonnng day!
Bartender- no more for me. I think I had too much to dream last night!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
BOING!
Kids- Don't forget to set your clocks ahead 1 hour Sunday morning at 2:00am. Twice a year like clockwork I obsessively wake-up to change my clocks. Well, not really, but it often takes about a week to change EVERY timepiece in my abode, wristwatches not withstanding.
It's hard to imagine with snow still on the ground (where I iz) that we're already approaching daylight savings time. I'd much rather fall back then spring ahead, but then again I'm getting older.
It's hard to imagine with snow still on the ground (where I iz) that we're already approaching daylight savings time. I'd much rather fall back then spring ahead, but then again I'm getting older.
The Circle Of Life
The shape of a circle has always appealed to me, but I don't know why. This question has been bouncing around my deluded head since the dawn of mankind, or at least from the approximate time I became slightly more aware of myself & occasionally the world around me. I'm so selfish. Is it eternal life, as displayed by the ancient symbol of a snake swallowing it's own tail? Hmmm, not sure.
Other things in the shape of a circle that appeal to me are- hoop earrings (yes, worn by a woman!), the Target store symbol, coins, full moons (but not hi-nees. ok, sometimes), stuff like that. There are other shapes that appeal to me, however I find myself constantly drawn to this (not so?) mysterious shape.
Please, tell me why- WHY?!
Analyze away fine loyalist readers of FLAST.
Other things in the shape of a circle that appeal to me are- hoop earrings (yes, worn by a woman!), the Target store symbol, coins, full moons (but not hi-nees. ok, sometimes), stuff like that. There are other shapes that appeal to me, however I find myself constantly drawn to this (not so?) mysterious shape.
Please, tell me why- WHY?!
Analyze away fine loyalist readers of FLAST.
Yeah Yeah Yeah!
Apparently there will be a reunion of the Fab Two. The NY Post reports that Sir Paul & Ringo will be headlining a Radio City Music Hall benefit for the David Lynch (surly not the director) Foundation. The gig is scheduled for April 4th 2009.
Should be cool, especially for all us Baby Boomers.
Should be cool, especially for all us Baby Boomers.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
TWITTER??!!
What's this whole "Twitter" thing that's sweeping the nation? The word itself makes me nervous to even say it, let alone think it. The ONLY time I twitter is when I'm anxious or I've had waaay too much coffee!
I think I'll stick with Blogger, I'm conservative & old fashioned that way.
I think I'll stick with Blogger, I'm conservative & old fashioned that way.
"Who Watches The Watchmen?"
This highly anticipated film (at least by geeks & gorks) opens Friday 03/06/09. It's based on a 1986 graphic novel by Alan Moore (writer- who demanded his name be removed from anything having to do with the film- he's funny that way) & Dave Gibbons (artist) respectively. The book is praised by both The NY Times, as well as fanboys world wide. I must confess I haven't read the whole book, although yesterday I picked up the "motion comic" dvd in order to reacquaint myself before seeing the film.
The film is directed by Zack Snyder (Dawn of the Dead- remake & 300). One of my favorite publications (NY Post) gave it 4 out of 4 stars! It's touted as the un-filmable thinking mans (or woman's) movie.
I look forward to seeing it & hope to review it here at FLAST in the not too distant future. By the way "gork" = geek & dork amalgamated.
The film is directed by Zack Snyder (Dawn of the Dead- remake & 300). One of my favorite publications (NY Post) gave it 4 out of 4 stars! It's touted as the un-filmable thinking mans (or woman's) movie.
I look forward to seeing it & hope to review it here at FLAST in the not too distant future. By the way "gork" = geek & dork amalgamated.
Hey You- Get Out of My Space!
My new/old band "Play Back" apparently has a newly created My Space page. I had nothing to do with it as I was never a big fan of that den of iniquity. Regardless, the intent (from what I'm told) is to have some bios, pics, and whatnot.
Perhaps I may blog on it as well, tho here at Blogger is where I feel I belong. It's home & there ain't NO place like it. We'll see. As it develops, & if I deem it Blogger worthy, I will put up a link to bore you further with some less interesting aspects of my life.
Perhaps I may blog on it as well, tho here at Blogger is where I feel I belong. It's home & there ain't NO place like it. We'll see. As it develops, & if I deem it Blogger worthy, I will put up a link to bore you further with some less interesting aspects of my life.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Tortilla Tale- AddenDUM!
I'd like to add that as a result of the T-T-T-T-T my boss has taken to calling me El Nacho Libre- Niiiice! Another new nickname for him to belittle me with. Doesn't he know I'm 12/3 Mexican?
My friends & blog readers (with my permission) however may refer to me as Nacho, natch!
My friends & blog readers (with my permission) however may refer to me as Nacho, natch!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Oops, Yikes, and Oh No!
I'm sitting at my desk counting my rubber bands & paper clips when the phone rings. I don't usually answer it, but it's the front desk so I made an exception. It was one of the new bosses. He asked me where my radio was & I didn't know what he meant. He said he was coming back. Hmmm I thought, this was interesting.
He came back to my office & asked me the same question. I misunderstood & thought he had been trying to call me on the radio for some reason. I told him I'd been in my office for a while. He again asked if I was missing something. It seemed like the words that were coming out of his mouth were a foreign language known only to him.
He must of observed the glazed over "duh" look on my face, realizing he'd have to make himself clearer. With a slightly raised voice he said, "aren't you missing your POLICE radio?" I immediately looked over at the empty charging station realizing I might be in deep!
In my almost 25 year career I've lost lot's of stuff like guns, hats, badges, cop cars & criminals, but I couldn't recall ever losing a radio. Those things go for over a grand! They ain't cheap. There would be many reports written & apologies made. He told me the radio had been found by a civilian at the Exxon station where they have one of those "Tiger Mart" convenience stores. This kind civilian in turn then called HQ's.
It must have fallen out of my pocket as I got into the car. How embarrassing! I've always liked this particular co-worker & knew him pretty well before he became a boss. He was a musician & he didn't quite fit the stereo typical police mold like myself. He must like me too because he didn't throw me under the bus. That's why it's good to try to get along with co-workers. You NEVER know when they may one day rise to power. Someone who doesn't like you is gonna like you less if they're your boss, & when they're a boss they can do something about their dislike for you.
Fortunately it all worked out in the end. A cop picked it up & brought it to him & he brought it back to me so as to avoid a scene at the front desk. Nice guy. I'm sure he'll make a decent boss.
I actually wouldn't have lost the radio if my chief & captain didn't make me get their coffee & hot chocolate. Yeah see, it's their fault- NOT MINE!
Happy Birthday Doctor!
Today is Theodor Geisel's birthday. Of course he's better known as Dr. Seuss. If alive, he'd be celebrating his 105th birthday. So thank you Dr. Seuss for all your rhymes & happy times & that was that said the cat in the hat!
Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland
Actually I'm warm and dry, sitting in my office, but it's snowin' outside. I don't know about you guys, but Snow Miser dumped about 5 to 7 inches of da white stuff on NJ. It wasn't as bad as expected. I'm sure North of us got it worse. And to think Spring is only about 3 weeks away. In like a lion, hopefully out like a lamb.
The Listening Post
Under the title of this post I hope to occasionally review &/or reflect on a CD or song that I am currently (possibly obsessively) listening to.
Today I'm writing about the recently released, "The Annie Lenox Collection". Her songs have usually been hit or miss with me. I prefer her solo stuff as opposed to her stint with The Euryhmics, although I do enjoy a few of their songs as well.
I've been waiting for a collection of her songs for many years now and for the most part I'm happy with the selection. Based on some reviews I've read, a few songs that should have been included were left off for unknown reasons, perhaps for a future volume 2?
I must admit I'm only familiar with the songs that were "hits" and played more often on the radio. Sometimes I miss the 11 hour days of toolin' around in the ol' squad car. I got to hear quite a bit of music in those days, and was much more aware of the current bands and music. Sadly I rarely listen to the radio, tending to listen to Cd's. I don't own an ipod, or some such gadget, and prefer to listen to music while driving as opposed to listening at home.
So far my favorite song off the disk is No More "I Love Yous". Sing along if your so inclined- I dare ya.
I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
But oh now...(I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)
No more I love yous
The language is leaving me
No more I love yous
Changes are shifting outside the world
(The lover speaks about monsters)
I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire, despair, desire, so many monsters
Oh but now...
(I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)
No more "I love yous"
The language is leaving me
No more "I love yous"
The language is leaving me in silence
Changes are shifting outside the world
- Annie Lenox
Aside from the obvious, I'm not exactly sure what the song means, being left to the listeners interpretations I suppose. And then there's the common, I'm not sure what the lyrics are so I'll guess, or think they're something else. Such is the part where she sings, "The language is leaving me". I thought it was, "And then just leaving me". I of course happen to like mine better! ;-)
Today I'm writing about the recently released, "The Annie Lenox Collection". Her songs have usually been hit or miss with me. I prefer her solo stuff as opposed to her stint with The Euryhmics, although I do enjoy a few of their songs as well.
I've been waiting for a collection of her songs for many years now and for the most part I'm happy with the selection. Based on some reviews I've read, a few songs that should have been included were left off for unknown reasons, perhaps for a future volume 2?
I must admit I'm only familiar with the songs that were "hits" and played more often on the radio. Sometimes I miss the 11 hour days of toolin' around in the ol' squad car. I got to hear quite a bit of music in those days, and was much more aware of the current bands and music. Sadly I rarely listen to the radio, tending to listen to Cd's. I don't own an ipod, or some such gadget, and prefer to listen to music while driving as opposed to listening at home.
So far my favorite song off the disk is No More "I Love Yous". Sing along if your so inclined- I dare ya.
I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
But oh now...(I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)
No more I love yous
The language is leaving me
No more I love yous
Changes are shifting outside the world
(The lover speaks about monsters)
I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire, despair, desire, so many monsters
Oh but now...
(I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)
No more "I love yous"
The language is leaving me
No more "I love yous"
The language is leaving me in silence
Changes are shifting outside the world
- Annie Lenox
Aside from the obvious, I'm not exactly sure what the song means, being left to the listeners interpretations I suppose. And then there's the common, I'm not sure what the lyrics are so I'll guess, or think they're something else. Such is the part where she sings, "The language is leaving me". I thought it was, "And then just leaving me". I of course happen to like mine better! ;-)
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