Picking out invitations for a special event is either great fun or a nightmare. It, from where I sit, depends on the event and knowing what you want. Casual is pretty easy - most corner drugstores carry a selection of invitations that cover almost any simple occasion.
Naturally, if you're inviting friends and loved ones to your wedding, you (probably) don't want to use something that was designed to suit your neighbor's backyard BBQ. Which doesn't mean you can't come up with something unique and creative for that BBQ. After all, outdoor entertaining can be (and often is) elegant and stylish.
And let us not forget the annual come-as-your-favorite-monster Halloween party. The mood of the gathering is easily set, well in advance, by the tone of the invitations.
Okay, this is just about the coolest thing since the Everlasting Gobstopper! Which, by the way, I used to buy when they were still multicolored and bumpy - just like in the movie.
Containing four rooms, each tied to a specific WONKA chocolate – Chocolate Waterfall, Scrumdiddlyumptious, Triple Dazzle Caramel, or Fantabulous Fudge - the WONKA Imagination Room on YouTube is simply amazing. You have to see it to believe it.
"The two new varieties, Triple Dazzle Caramel and Fantabulous Fudge, join the WONKA chocolate collection: WONKA Scrumdiddlyumptious Chocolate Bar, made with toffee pieces, crispy cookies and crunchy peanuts wrapped in milk chocolate, and the WONKA Chocolate Waterfall Bar, with creamy white chocolate swirled in milk chocolate."
It looks like a watch, it works like a watch - and so much more. In fact, this course GPS at The Source may be every golfer's new best friend. After all, it does everything but tee up the ball. Seriously.
Not only is it an attractive sport watch with a GPS receiver, it holds maps for more than 15,000 golf courses in the U.S. and Canada. With no fees or sign up charges, you can get precise distances for any hole on any of those courses on the LCD display.
If that weren't cool enough, this nifty little watch will also measure the distance of your shots, record how far you've walked over the course, and remind you of your tee times with a built-in alarm. It's even USGA and R&A compliant; meaning it's legal under the rules of golf.
All in all, from where I'm sitting, that's pretty darned cool. Now, if it could just find those lost balls!
On June 13, Lifetime is gifting us with not one, not two - but four, count 'em Four! - Nora Roberts novels-become-movies in one long, lovely movie-fest day.
Well, unless - like me - you don't get LMN. In which case, it's a much shorter movie-fest with numbers three and four on LifetimeTV. And, since I don't remember ever reading or seeing Tribute, that is not happy news in my little Nora-Roberts-fan world.
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Tribute
The film fest begins (if you have LMN) with Tribute, published in 2008 and filmed in 2009. I remember, from the synopsis, that I have read an excerpt of this one. (Off to the bookstore for me.)
Cilla McGowan is a former child star who has found more satisfying work restoring old houses. In search of a normal life, Cilla buys her grandmother’s farmhouse in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley to rescue it from ruin. Her hope for serenity is soon eclipsed by haunting dreams of her famous grandmother, who died of a supposed overdose in the house more than 30 years ago. Cilla soon forges a romantic relationship with Ford Sawyer, her handsome new neighbor, who ultimately comforts and protects her when her dark dreams and family secrets spiral into a real-life nightmare.
Blue Smoke
Next in the line-up (if you get LMN), Blue Smoke was published in 2005 and became a Lifetime movie in 2007. It gets a lot of TV time and, although not my favorite novel-turned-movie, is pretty well done.
I'm actually in the process of revisiting Baltmore and the Hale family. Let me tell you, if you haven't read it (yet), Ms. Roberts packs a lot of action into this one volume.
The blaze that destroyed her family's pizzeria changed the life of young Reena Hale, forcing her family to start over from scratch. But the fire's brutal beauty and destructive power would seduce her into learning to understand and master its terrible force, leading her to become a fire investigator herself. This line of work proves to be exciting, but also has a dangerous side -- and she soon finds herself caught in a hotbed of trouble!
Carolina Moon
The third movie of the day (first for me) is Carolina Moon. Published in 2001 and filmed in 2007, this is one of Ms. Roberts delicious visits to the South - you can almost smell the magnolias.
I haven't read this one in a very long time, so I'm excited about revisiting the chills and thrills. (If Lifetime keeps this up, I'll be spending a lot more shopping-time at the bookstore.)
Tory Bodeen returns to her hometown in South Carolina, a place that holds violent memories of her childhood friend Hope Lavelle's murder. Coming back revives Tory's psychic visions of what happened that fateful night, and she becomes determined to unearth the truth, enlisting the help of Hope's hunky older brother. However, the murderer has been waiting all these years for her return -- and it may be someone closer to her than she realizes!
Carnal Innocence
Last in the line-up and published almost 20 years ago, Carnal Innocence is the newest Nora Roberts novel-become-movie. And this is its Lifetime premiere. This may have been, I'll have to check, Ms. Roberts' first trip south of the Mason-Dixon. Happily, it wasn't her last.
I haven't read this one in, at least, a dozen years. How wonderful it will be to 'see' everyone, again. (Just one more trip to the bookstore to replace my copy of this great story.)
After suffering a professional setback, world-renowned violinist Caroline Waverly decides to head to Innocence, Mississippi, where she spent summers as a child, for some peace and solitude away from the spotlight. Shortly after arriving, Caroline meets the arrogant but charming Tucker Longstreet, a member of one of the town’s most prominent families, who is quickly smitten by her. But Caroline’s dreams for tranquility turn into a nightmare when she discovers the body of a young woman, the possible victim of a serial killer whom the authorities suspect may be Tucker. Caroline soon discovers that even in a town called Innocence, secrets have no place to hide.
Enjoy! I intend to have a great time - just need the popcorn and my favorite afghan!
One of my personal shortcomings is correcting, sometimes rudely, other people's pronunciation. I know this about myself, and struggle with it. Yet I have always been persnickety; probably always will be.
To me, how a person speaks is an overt indication of intellect; if not education. One doesn't need a PhD to communicate well and having one certainly doesn't guarantee verbal skills. Taking the time to learn, making the effort, to speak well also speaks (pardon the pun) to character.
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With that said, I have a serious bone to pick with the ads for a new movie: Gnomeo & Juliet . In English, the G in gnome is silent. Therefore, were it an actual word, Gnomeo would be pronounced: [nō · mē · ōh].
Wait! Hold that "Well, duh!?" for a second.
Each time the commercial voiceovers mention this movie's title character, his name is pronounced with a hard G-sound: [Guh · nō · mē · ōh]. Even the animated gnomes have more sense.
Why does the ad matter?
If you are a parent, you understand how much children 'learn' from television. The bright colors and loud music grab their attention. Sheer repetition pounds those messages into their malleable brains.
You also know that your youngsters will, in short order, be begging to see: [Guh · nō · mē · ōh]. That it will take weeks to correct their speech, because Mom and Dad simply are not as riveting as dancing gnomes and happy music.
You'd think a Disney production would show a little more responsibility. Or maybe I'm just being persnickety again.
This week is the first National Swimsuit Confidence Week, from Lands' End and Curvy Girl Guide. It is a celebration of the fact that beautiful women come in all shapes and sizes. And it's time for all of us to Take Back the Pool.
No more hiding under cover-ups on a beach chair. It's time for all of us to get up and get confident. And trust me - Confidence is beautiful.
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Send a tweet to @LandsEndPR proclaiming "I have swimsuit confidence!" #landsend for a chance to be entered to win a $500 Lands' End gift card - winner announced May 27.
Participate in a Week of Tweets: Mark your calendar each day May 23 - 27, 2011 from 12:00 - 1:00 p.m. CDST so you can join in the series of National Swimsuit Confidence Week events on Twitter.
Follow @LandsEndPR and tweet at #landsend. They will be announcing exclusive swimwear promotions, giving away great prizes and inspiring women to embrace their swimsuit beauty.
Bloggers Join In: On May 23, 2011, 21 women from Curvy Girl Guide will show off their swimsuit confidence by posting a photo in a 2011 Lands' End Swimsuit.
Got a blog? Join the celebration by posting your swimsuit photo - to inspire your followers. Then, send a link to libby.schmeisser@landsend.com for a chance to win one of five $100 Lands' End gift cards.
This is going to be a lot of fun, I can tell already.
Oh? My swimsuit picture? Umm, I don't actually own a bathing suit. Maybe this is the week to go out and get one. Can't imagine a better time. Can you?
This was a concept that made me shake my head and snort in derision: a PS3 headset. Then, I started thinking about it.
If you've ever spent any time in the room with a fully-engaged gamer, you'll appreciate being able to route all of that noise through a headset. When you get right down to it - it could save someone's life.
When Mark was sick, he'd crawl into bed - every night (and day) - and fire up his favorite game. For weeks, months, years - music and dialog screamed through my dreams. In fact, You are wrong! has become a permanent part of our vocabulary.
From a gamer standpoint (and when you aren't one, it's hard to give a ... care), headsets are bound to offer better sound quality than most TV speakers. If nothing else, having dialog and directions beamed directly into the brain improves game play and reaction times. Or so I've been assured. (Okay, beamed may be my take on it.)
What I didn't think of, since we've never used a game system online, is that there is a lot of chatting involved in some of these games. Apparently, with a headset, one can literally talk with fellow players and team members. Interactivity on a major scale.
Not sure that's a great idea for us, though. It's one thing to tune out lilting music. Quite another to tune out the old man screaming "Move your sorry @$$, you fricking moron!" at 3:00 am.
The fate of the Titanic is well-known. Shortly before midnight on April 14, 1912, the RMS Titanic struck an iceberg. In less than three hours, she and more than two-thirds of her passengers and crew were gone. This is not that story.
Sources disagree on many details, including how many were aboard and how many were rescued. But, consistently, survivors told of the band that played on while the Titanic sank. This is that story.
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The story begins with the chaos surrounding the arrival of the Carpathia at Pier 54 in New York; the only ship to bring back survivors. What follows are the detailed histories of eight men who, had they lived, might never have been famous.
We learn about birthplaces and childhoods, homes and schools, families and fiancées; the choices that led each man to Southampton and an ill-fated cruise. The two brothers who booked the band, the villains of the piece (some would say), are included. As is what came after.
Amid memorials and monument-building, parents were dunned for unpaid alteration bills. One musician was labeled a deserter for failing to answer the call to fight in WWI - two years after his death.
Winding through all of their stories is the influence of the era in which they lived. A time much different from our own.
*****
I chose this book for the very simple reason that I knew little about the Titanic and nothing about her musicians. Filled with quotes, newspaper reports, and pictures, there is certainly no shortage of information. And being a nosy sort, I found the stories fascinating.
However, the errors were off-putting: August, instead of April in some dates; transposing names in a story about one musician's sisters. In an effort, I presume, to avoid sensationalizing a sensational situation, the presentation is often dry and choppy; cramming so much information into so few pages.
Still, I found the book enjoyable. I recommend finding a quiet spot with no distractions. It will require your full attention.
Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com <http://BookSneeze®.com> book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.
I just love Reuter's Oddly Enough stories. Whether they make me
laugh out loud or just shake my head, they are always entertaining.
The fact that they're true only makes them that much more fun.
Perfect Pictures
Now, this is my kind of camera!
Don't have photo-altering software? Looking a little tired around the
eyes? No problem. The camera does it all, before you even download to
your computer.
Panasonic's LUMIX FX77 will not only whiten your teeth, remove those
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What Competitors?
Having trouble with other businesses stealing your customers? Take a
page from a
Philly pizzeria - leave a few mice in the competition's restroom.
Apparently the pizzeria owner, suffering an infestation of mice at
his own restaurant, felt he'd been contaminated by the competition
and set about settling the score. He's now up on charges for
planting little furry creatures at two other area businesses.
Unlawful Pratfall
Dating back to the 1800s, slipping
on a banana peel has been a staple of physical comedy. But, it's
always funny -- until someone gets hurt, as mothers having been
saying for generations.
And that's just what happened to a woman who is now suing a
California discount store. The 58-year-old slipped and fell last
April, allegedly suffering a herniated disk and tissue damage. Ya
gotta wonder, just how did a banana peel end up on that floor?
I love to read. I've, admittedly, been stuck in a rut for a good while
now; re-reading books that I've had for years. Finally, I had to break
down and get something new.
The drug store, across the street, carries the latest and greatest
paperbacks - well, at least the best selling latest. They also have a
section, in the back, with discount best selling hardbacks. My
favorite browsing spot.
Granted, the books aren't exactly hot off the presses; most are at
least 2 years old. But, it's not the newness that draws me to that
shelf of books. It's the price.
Chances of me having read any of these novels is slim; of knowing the
authors, not so slim. So, for $5.99 each (2 for $10.00) I can add to
my library and expand my horizons, as it were.
Currently, I'm visiting Cornwall, thanks to Elizabeth George and
"Careless in Red." Her writing style is much different than what I
usually read. Between the pacing and the British colloquialisms, it's
a refreshing change.
I may have to start collecting more of the Thomas Linley series.
Apparently, I am being punished for not watching the babies.
For years, I faithfully watched The Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. Hubby #2 and I spent every Valentine's Day with the puppies. We watched, assessed, and battled heavily over which dog would win each group and, eventually, Best In Show.
Since moving to Arizona, I have been ... unable ... to keep up. Until this year. And what happens, since I'm finally glued to the screen, watching faithfully - on ... ahem ... USA, by the way?
The network drops coverage to CNBC, so they could run ... wait for it ... WWE Monday Night Raw!
Words cannot express how {sigh} incredibly sad that is.
Okay, I'd like to say - right upfront - that I have never played an Xbox anything. I have nothing against it and my guys are huge fans. I just don't do well at the kinds of games that Xbox offers.
Have to admit, though, this new Kinect has piqued my curiosity.
I figured it was like Wii: wave around a remote and look like a goof-ball. But Kinect doesn't need a controller; just your body, which you carry around with you anyway. A big thumbs up.
Heck, you don't even need a remote to watch movies or listen to music. Just say "Xbox" and let the fun begin.
Going back, as far as I can remember, I've loved words. My mother swore that I was reading the newspaper at age 4. Whether it truly started that early, I am a voracious reader.
Somewhere along the way, I tried writing, as well. Poems, stories; I even collected enough words, once, to call it a novel. Killed a lot of trees and typewriter ribbons to put those words together.
I learned that, while I love writing, I'm probably better at reading. At least, when it comes to fiction.
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That's why I was really excited to discover BookSneeze®. I didn't know there was a place where, in exchange for an honest review, I could get free books. How fun is that?
Naturally, my first thought was Free books! It wasn't until I was choosing my first book that I realized there was a secondary benefit: stepping outside my usual genres.
Lately, I've been reading what I've got around the house. (Never quite seems to be enough for a new book.) Which means a lot of Nora Roberts and J. D. Robb. Nothing wrong with that, just due for a change.
It'll be nice to broaden my horizons. Heaven knows, I'm going to read and read and read anyway.
Before you accuse me of piling on, I just want to say ... okay, I'm guilty.
It just never ceases to amaze me that Americans tolerate - or even celebrate - the wholesale slaughter of our national anthem. Everyone wants to sing it their way, with complete disregard for tradition.
I found a pretty cool audio clip, from The Marine Corps Band back in the 50s - just for perspective. This is the sound I think of as The Star-Spangled Banner being 'properly' performed.
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Of course, not everyone feels the need to rewrite music that has inspired generation after generation of Americans. And - hey - quite a few of those Americans can even remember all of the words. For example:
This video, from a Super Bowl several years ago, combines choirs from all branches of the military. It made me tear up.
I have to admit, of all the renditions I've heard, Carrie Underwood consistently just sings the song.
Let me just say: I am not a hunter. As the niece and grandchild of
farmers, I understand where steak, chops, and chicken wings originate.
But, I have never gone out with bow or rifle to bring home meat for
the table.
Naturally, that means I don't really grasp the cool factor of
some hunting equipment. For example, these Bushnell
rifle scopes are a tad confusing and, truth be told, just a little
amusing to me. A video camera that mounts over the rifle scope?
Seriously? Do hunters actually go out armed with rifle, ammo, and ...
camera?
Just so you know: I am not a snob. In fact, I have the utmost respect for the trades. Even married a couple of 'em.
That said - these guys can cuss! Creatively, colorfully, and at the drop of a hat. They drop f-bombs (and sh!$s and d@mns) with well-practiced skill. And that's when they're in a good mood; in casual conversation. Don't even p!$$ 'em off.
I've been thinking, lately, about how accepted cursing has become; almost expected and certainly more tolerated than in my youth. A form of personal expression, that I came to view as lazy, which was seriously frowned upon by, and in, polite company. Don't get me wrong - I can swear with the best of them.
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I didn't start out that way, though; few of us do. In my teens, I threw a few choice words at my brother occasionally. When Mom heard one particularly creative rant, I learned cursing wasn't as cool as I thought.
Photo: Wikimedia Commons/Nevit Dilmen
Little Pitchers with Big Ears
When my children were young, their father and I agreed to "No swearing in front of the kids." We knew that no matter what you try to teach them, kids inevitably pick up the one word even you wouldn't say in front of grandma. And repeat it until your ears bleed.
Of course, in those days, television programs weren't filled with half-naked people spewing profanities. It was pretty easy to limit their exposure. Firm rules took care of any ... interesting phrases ... that wandered home with them.
To this day, my kids don't often swear in front of me. It's kind of sweet.
'Construct'ing a Potty Mouth
In the late 80s, I met (and later married) a loud, rowdy, journeyman carpenter. I was a paper-pushing, brutally-shy, bean-counter-in-training. We couldn't have been more different; in the beginning.
It was from this man that I learned swearing a proverbial blue streak is not a sign of ignorance or stupidity. He was extremely intelligent, but it had become habit to curse, rather than take the time and energy to find a different word. Before long, I'd 'caught' that lazy habit.
After almost 10 years, I'm still fighting it. But it gets easier and it helps when I hear Mark tell someone, proudly, "Oh, she almost never swears."
Changes
Granted it is easy, over time, to develop bad habits. (The good ones aren't so easy; darn it.) As an individual or, I guess, even as a society.
We see and hear things every day from television, movies, the neighbors, our kids that eventually sound or look 'normal'. The shock value is diminished with nearly constant exposure. Or so the experts claim.
I'm not saying (I don't have the right) that people should clean up their language. That all manner of media need to wash out their proverbial mouths with soap. That maybe it's time to look at what we tolerate and ask ourselves why.
One of the perks of being sick, if there is such a thing, is a chance to do something that you don't normally have or take the time to do. For me, it's been reading. New-to-me books that I hadn't made time for in over a year and favorites that I've already read 2 or 3, or more, times.
Luckily, all of my books are stuffed into the bottom of my nightstand. It didn't take much more than reaching down to swap a finished book for the next one. And when I got tired, I only had to close my eyes and take a nap.
Okay, the laying around, feeling like something on the bottom of a very dirty shoe lost its joy pretty quickly. But forgetting how badly I felt in the pages of a book - that's a constant joy. I even managed to discover a couple of new authors that I think I'll be spending more time with in the coming years.
I also learned that not all J. D. Robb titles are conducive to sweet dreams.
My favorite Blake Edwards films are: the gender comedy Victor Victoria (1982); the scathing S.O.B. (1981); the provocative 10 (1979); the extravagant slapstick adventure The Great Race (1965); The absurd farce, A Shot in the Dark (1964); the outrageous Pink Panther (1963); the sober, Days of Wine and Roses (1962); the enchanting Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) and the hilarious WW II submarine comedy, Operation Petticoat (1959).
My deepest sympathies to all who were lucky enough to know him.
I have been reading about Carrie Fisher's one-woman show, "Wishful Drinking," for most of the last year - with serious regrets.
Regret that I live miles away. Regret that even if I were closer, I couldn't afford tickets. Regret that I will never get to see it.
Each review and interview made me sigh with ... you got it ... regret.
This weekend - I am thrilled to note - those regrets will vanish!
On Sunday, HBO is premiering "Wishful Drinking" as a full-length documentary. It combines film footage with the taping that was done in front of a live audience. I just couldn't ask for better.
And - happy happy, joy joy - I won't have to dig out my binoculars to see everything up close and personal.
Just days before the event, a young woman's wedding was called off. Too late to cancel the post-ceremony festivities, she contacted her guests ("Please, don't come.") and the Salvation Army ("Please, do come")
About 150 people from a local homeless shelter had one heck of a dinner that evening. What a great heart!
Question for the day: If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Even better? Why?
This is the theme of a contest from SheBlogs.org*. And, frankly, it's more difficult than it sounds. Just imagine all of the places - in all of the world - where you could travel. It boggles - and thrills - the mind.
Naturally, I lean toward 'home' - the Rocky Mountains. These are the places I know and love. Crystal-clear mountain lakes and snow-capped peaks call to me. But ...
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If I were to pick one dream vacation spot, given the time of year, I would have to head to Frankenmuth, Michigan. With a year-round Christmas wonderland, amazing crafts shops, fudge and cheese to die for, and the best family-style fried chicken dinner I have ever eaten, this is my perfect pre-holiday destination. A touch of Bavaria - no passport required.
Of course, riding a gondola through the streets of Venice, dining my way through New Orleans, exploring the pyramids of Giza, eating everything and anything in Paris and Rome, connecting with my genetic roots in Sweden and Norway, avoiding haggis in Scotland, and experiencing paella done perfectly in Spain are also on my not-so-short list of dream trips.
Hmmm?! I sense a pattern here.
Apparently, rather than by air or sea or land, I travel by food. Transportation from flavor to flavor to incredible flavor. Scents of amazing herbs, spices, meats, and ... sauces. Oh, my stars! The sauces!
{deep breath}
A new social network, Twitter Travellers, let's me indulge in culinary wanderings - without leaving my recliner - and helps me plan for actual trips. With information from people who've been there, I can learn about places I know (Sydney), as well as those I don't (Ugljan). There are forums, photos, videos, and blogs about travelling - the good and the bad.
Industry experts and seasoned travelers point out the pitfalls of visiting certain areas or certain travel options. Apparently, taking a train in the UK on Sunday is an extremely bad idea; extremely bad. (Although the tweets are amusing, the trips don't seem to be quite as entertaining.)
What caught my interest was the information, what kept it was the flexibility of my personal page. I can choose from dozens and dozens of apps, add my travel photos (naturally), join groups and discussions, and read daily travel news. In fact, there's so much to do, it's going to take a while to explore it all. Just like a great holiday.
I know that there are tons of travel sites, all over the Internet. There are tons of every kind of site, all over the Internet. But, I can't say that I've seen a network dedicated to travelling that was quite this much fun.
* While this post is related to the SheBlogs.org contest, my opinions are my own. No payment was offered or received.
While wandering the WWW today, I found some interesting items. Well, they were interesting to me, or annoying, or just downright ridiculous. Some made me laugh; others, not so much.
It isn't often that I post news tidbits. I guess I go with the presumption that if I found 'em, you probably did, too. But, every now and again, the day offers a collection of stories that just beg to be shared.
The basic story is: David Cassidy arrested for DUI, swears he wasn't drunk. Okay, that's pretty much what everyone who has ever been pulled over for erratic driving swears. "Honesht, offisher. {hic}"
Of course, the fact that he blew a 0.139 and 0.141 (not sure about the order of the two tests) would seem to indicate more than "a glass of wine with lunch and a pain pill a few hours later." Then there's the half-empty bottle of bourbon in the back seat. Coincidence?
Keith Olbermann & Campaign Donations
This one is a tad trickier: Keith Olbermann Suspended From MSNBC for contributing money to three Democratic candidates. My initial reaction was - "So, what?!" His money; his choices.
But, this is where it gets tricky. NBC has a policy that employees cannot work on or contribute to political campaigns, without express permission from the news division president. I doubt this is a new policy, although the story I read didn't say. That means, Olbermann broke the rules.
Did he err so grievously that indefinite suspension, without pay, is a balanced response? NBC didn't react when Joe Scarborough donated to a Republican candidate in 2006. Or at least they didn't react publicly. They may have privately slapped his wrist; who knows?
Seems excessive, to me. Although (see? that 'tricky' thing again), as Keith makes a habit of pointing fingers, perhaps he should be more careful to keep his own hands clean. Thoughts?
Homeowners & Fed Tax Credit
Remember that tax credit the government offered to first-time home buyers, starting in 2008? Well, Surprise! the Feds want it back! Not all of it, mind you; and not all at once.
However, if you took advantage of the credit in 2008, pony up kiddos! Starting with 2010 tax returns, due in April 2011, people who bought their first house that year have to start giving the money back. Oh, the government is giving you 15 years to pay it back; but pay it back - you must.
The law was changed for 2009 and 2010, so - unless you sell your house or move out - you shouldn't have to return the credit for those years. (Check the IRS website for complete details.) Once again - if the politicos are giving something with one hand, they've probably already figured out how to take it away with the other.
Toys & Product Recalls
Always good advice, the CPSC reminds shoppers to check the product recall notices before scooping up great deals on toys. With the troubling economy, more and more people turn to thrift shops and online auction sites for savings on holiday shopping. There's where the potential problems arise.
While it is illegal to sell or resell recalled products, that doesn't mean they can't be found in second-hand stores or on personal web pages and sell-your-stuff-here sites like Craigslist or eBay. That bargain is no bargain if it's defective or dangerous.
Me & Psychology
One last, "Huh?!" for the day. How - exactly - does one get on a mailing list for a university? I know, someone somewhere bought a list. But seriously, this one is a huge disconnect:
Today, I received (by snail mail) an information package from Argosy University - to my real name, not my business or any of the 'nicks' I use all over the web. If that weren't weird enough, and it almost was, the information was on their Doctor of Psychology program. Again, seriously?!
I could probably see it, if they wanted me to sign up for therapy. (Unraveling the whys and wherefores of my second marriage alone would take years.) But, I'm pretty sure encouraging the inmates to sign up to run the asylum can't ever end well - for anyone.
And, with that said, have a great weekend. Stay safe and stay sane.
Amazingly, this year is almost over. Time to think about calendars
for the new year. And, just maybe, where we were last year at this
time.
Looking back, I discovered that on this day - one year ago - I was
updating my Zazzle
calendars. On this very day. So, apparently, one of my annual
traditions is creating new calendars on November 2nd.
Odd. But, tradition is tradition. (Darn it! Now, I have to go watch
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I also found, looking
back at last November, that I was writing about protecting
grizzlies, cell phones taking offense and hiding, hand dryers and
H1N1, cheesecake recipes, and a myriad of other odd musings.
Revisiting previous posts may seem silly. But, honestly? What better
way to see what topics were most important, how life was treating
us, and whether my 'voice' has changed over time? That last one may
be the most important.
It helps me see where software and/or processes might be impeding my
spontaneity and creativity. Where my work focuses too much on how it
looks, rather than what I want to say. I've run across a couple of
posts from more than a year ago that, I felt, were incredibly
well-written. Perhaps better than some of the more recent articles.
That gives me a lot to think about. And inspires me to get my new
2011 calendars and start planning an exciting new year of articles
and posts - pointing my energies in the right direction. Have you
started thinking about the new year; plans for 2011?
I haven't dressed up in years, but I have to say I remember quite a few of my favorite costumes. One of the last years I went out as a kid, I had the most incredible outfit.
My aunt, who is a whiz with fabric and a sewing machine, recreated a Raggedy Ann dress, apron, and perfectly colored wig. I was 12 or 13 and still recall walking proudly down the street to a friend's Halloween party. My first - if memory serves.
Then, there was the year that my husband and I went 'period'. Not sure which period, but it was great fun.
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We rented costumes. I styled my wig; he wore a tricorne. My first (and only) adult Halloween party. It felt like Cinderella and the ball - a magical, not me, evening. More than thirty years later and I still just want to ... {sigh}.
Fast forward to the late 80s / early 90s. The company I worked for decided to celebrate Halloween with costumes, food, and general merriment. Never one to participate, I (nonetheless) let my hubby-to-be paint me up like a cat.
I slapped on some extremely long artificial nails and dug out my wig. Despite my reluctance, I actually had fun and even won the costume contest. The only problem with the whole day was ... you guessed it ... the nails.
After 2 hours of trying to two-finger-type my way through a month-end workload, I headed to the cubicle next to mine. With a heavy heart, I handed her the scissors and stretched out my paws. My voice broke as I cried:
Naturally, it's not like I discovered the cure for cancer. But, hey! I'm having a blast. Partially, I'm sure, because I actually have a computer with enough 'oomph' to stream movies and TV episodes.
Hulu.com is so much fun. I recently revisited one of my favorite shows from the 90s: Sliders. The joy of television is that almost every show is on - somewhere - at any given time. Unfortunately, I can't say that about 'Sliders'.
I honestly can't remember, after the first run, if 'The Dresden Files' got much airtime anywhere. It was a short-lived series, but I really liked it. Just like 'Valentine' and 'Legend of the Seeker' and 'Ghost Whisperer' and ... hmmmm? Wonder if I'm a jinx; I find a show and it gets cancelled.
On my must-watch-list is the original 'Lost In Space' series from the 60s. Not to mention, the old movies that I haven't seen in 10 years are just waiting for a free afternoon. And the shows I never knew were around, like 'Lexx' - or completely forgot about, like 'Cleopatra 2525'.
I see a lot of Hulu in my future. And I haven't even gotten out of science fiction, yet. Any personal favorites? Suggestions?
I have seen the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, several times, and
loved everything about them. Thinking of the (hopefully) upcoming
"Hobbit" movies, I couldn't imagine who would be cast as the young
Bilbo Baggins. Well, today I found out and I'm still trying to wrap
my brain around it.
Don't get me wrong. I loved Martin Freeman in "Hitchhiker's Guide to
the Galaxy". Frequently confused and in way over his head, he was
the Arthur Dent I imagined when reading the books. But, Bilbo?
It's possible that I'm stuck in the casting from "LotR" and it's
time to reacquaint myself with the characters and adventures that
started it all.
Years ago, I had a couple of roles on a public access soap opera and
a game show. I learned, first-hand, that what you see on the screen
often isn't even close to what the cast and crew see. In fact, the
differences are amazing.
Knowing what (little) I know, a behind-the-scenes tour of one of my
favorite shows was great. You know? See how the pros do it? But,
it's incredibly sad to see everything covered up, never to be used
again.
Got a little misty. Not surprising, since nearly every episode did
the same thing to me.
A few years back I stumbled across a new television show on CBS called The Big Bang Theory and ever since that time I anxiously await each Monday night to watch all of the new episodes. I am so enthralled with the sitcom, that I even watch the reruns.
One of the reasons why I believe I am drawn to the show is because of its characters and often crazy story lines. The on-again, off-again romance between Leonard, an experimental physicist, and Penny, a waitress/hopeful actress, is the center of the show. Add in the character of Sheldon, Leonard's roommate and a theoretical physicist, and there are plenty of laughs as he constantly gets in the way of Leonard and Penny's relationship with his patented door knocking. From his inability to sit anywhere in the apartment except for his seat on the couch, to the crazy rules that dictate his life, Sheldon always provides plenty of laughs. The other two main characters on the show, Howard and Rajesh, are the core group of Sheldon and Leonard's friends. The foursome plan out all of their days together and cause each other plenty of trouble in each episode.
I love to watch The Big Bang Theory on Direct TV Houston, because it s a great way to relax with my husband and enjoy a good laugh together.
Due to supreme disinterest in the Thursday offerings on our favorite science-fiction network, we were channel surfing tonight and stumbled upon 'Fringe'. Fascinated by the opening, we sat through the episode and I must admit it was definitely interesting. But now I'm thoroughly confused.
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Would anyone who watches faithfully, or even regularly, care to clue me in? Is the woman (Olivia?) that broke out of the facility on Liberty Island a good guy, or a bad guy? Is she from an alternate reality? What happened to her alternate?
I know that Peter died in one reality and his 'father' kidnapped him from the other reality. Is he in the right reality or the wrong reality? Where does Olivia figure into all of this?
And about 10,000 other questions. Any and all help would be greatly appreciated.
Orson Welles is my favorite narrator. Long have I admired his velveteen voice as he delivers wonderful monologues on various alien perils and the dangers of capitalism. Yet his crowning role was not in a film, a television show, or a jabbering anecdote on an old time radio show. His greatest achievement was his narration of my favorite mini series of all time, Shogun.
Like many occidental men who have long since admired the east, Shogun is a fictional account of a deep seeded desire. To the west Japan is a world that is as exotic as the blooming cherry blossom, and as honorable as the warrior samurai. We bask in the mythology of Japan, the idea of sword duels and zen gardens and tentacle cartoon porn. Back then, before the days of the internet, these opportunities were few. This is why Shogun was such a seminal piece of television. Through the eyes of lead actor Richard Chamberlain, it brought about a whole new fetish into the cognitive perception of modern society. Shogun was Madame Butterfly and Akira Kurosawa wrapped into a single warm futon. Shogun was about breaking the boundaries of sexuality in dialogue. Shogun even introduced the word "piss" into the television lexicon. It was nothing short of groundbreaking.
Like all classic mini series, Shogun can be seen on vintage networks available on satellite TV Florida.
Stumbled across a story today that took me completely by surprise. It seems that Erin Gray was looking for work a few years ago, and being very not interested in a corporate job, went online and started booking herself on conventions like Dragon*Con. It wasn't long before she had celebrity clients - and a business - of her own.
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I had wondered over the years what she - and Gil Gerard - were doing. (I was a rabid "Buck Rogers" fan.) Apparently, among other things, sci-fi conventions. In fact, Gerard was Gray's first client; with Marc Singer (the original TV "Beastmaster", "V") coming on board next.
Naturally, I had to check out Heroes for Hire. But I didn't expect to be a fan of so many of her clients: Gerard, Singer, Bruce Campbell, Michelle Forbes, Eric Pierpoint, Gary Graham, Mira Furlan, Carmen Argenziano, Erick Avari ... Let's just say it's an extensive list.
At the risk of repeating myself, I want my channels back! When we went from paying for our HD cable to getting whatever they were willing to give us for free, we lost a lot of our favorites. So many, in fact, that I've been checking out other options, like Local TV satellite, and whether there's a package that we could afford.
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As it turns out, there are some terrific options out there. Naturally, well naturally for us, we don't need a sports package - no one watches sports with any kind of regularity. I catch the odd race or football game, once or twice a season. The extra money for the NFL Sunday Ticket (or similar option) from localtv-satellite.com really wouldn't do us any good. Although sports-lovers would probably jump at the 5 months of free service that comes with sign-up. (My ex would be doing a touchdown dance about now.)
Nope, we're sci-fi and movie fans. Losing BBC America and "Doctor Who" is still brutally painful. The fact that one of our online friends keeps sharing episode details is like pouring salt in the wound. So we need the top tier channels and, possibly, a premier channel.
On www.localtv-satellite.com the choices range from the sublime to the ridiculously sublime. We could never keep up with 285 channels (160 in HD) or even 225 channels with HD and 11 premium channels, though it would certainly be fun to try. Especially, if it comes with a DVR.
It's not that I'm a hater, or even a non-fan; I really don't know anything except exaggerated tabloid headlines. And I can't, honestly, say I've ever heard her sing. Perhaps, it's time to find out what's so great about Lady Gaga concert tickets and the Lady, herself.
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According to her website, she is a self-described ham - which can only help if one wants a career in any type of entertainment field. What I didn't expect was the talent behind the flash. At a young age, she was writing and performing her own songs.
I must admit it's nice to see someone earn their fame, if that's the right word, the way it used to be done - hard work, and hard knocks. No famous-for-being-famous or reality show graduate shortcuts. Pretty impressive, if you ask me.
Who knows, I may have to check out some Gaga songs. One of these days.
I had the greatest dream the other night about a big house and all of our kids visiting. Naturally, we don't have that kind of house. But, Carolina Designs does. I know, because I ran across it today.
It's not that I was actively looking for the perfect vacation home or even, necessarily, Outer Banks rentals. After all, we tend to stick a little closer to home. But, it's hard to deny
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First - (dishwasher) no cactus; a very good start. Then - no desert; no matter where you stay, you're never far from water. And, for pity sakes! just look at this gorgeous house!
I'll admit that I fell for the (dishwasher) appearance - who could resist all that wood and space? Then, I started to do a head-count. There's Mark and me, my 2 kids and their spouses, Mark's 2 sons and SOs - 10 of us total. Hmmm?
A couple of people spending a couple of days away from home is easy to coordinate. But when you're dealing with 10 people, from 3 states, in 1 house, for 7 days -- there are options and then - (dishwasher) there are gotta-haves.
Sleeping arrangements can kill the whole thing before anyone even packs a shoe.
Seahawk-1st Floor
With five bedrooms, between the ground and first floors, Seahawk has it covered. No fold-out, fold-up sleeping issues. Privacy - and (dishwasher) a bed - for all! Even the best of families need their space and blended families need a lot of space.
Oh, just so everyone is perfectly clear: Mark and I get the first floor King! Everyone else? Deal! {wink}
Four full and one half means no bathroom lines. Again - 10 people, 1 house, 7 days - the ability to shower (and pee) on demand is one of those gotta-haves. According to the floor-plans, the Kings are suites and the (dishwasher) other bathrooms are strategically located.
Lest we forget, children: Mark and me ... first floor King ... everyone else ... dealing! Ah, it's good to be da parents !
Seahawk-2nd Floor
Then, we have the kitchen (second floor) and laundry room (ground floor). Frankly, I cannot imagine spending 7 days with 9 other people without a (dishwasher) way to cook meals and wash clothes. Sure, eating out is fun; but not every day and definitely not every meal.
I need to be able to get up, make coffee, and ease slowly into the day. Happily, Seahawk has a coffeemaker and a dishwasher (Ahhhh, yes!) that isn't moi - so I'm good! I'm really, Really good!
Much as I love my guys, there also must be (dishwasher) multiple options for clean clothes! Directly related to the, above-mentioned, showering-on-demand.
With this electronically-connected crew, 10 (yup - 10) TVs, multiple VCRs and DVD players, a video library, and high-speed Internet access are life-savers. No battles over viewing options and checking email - ahhhh, (dishwasher) peace! Of course, having a pool and grill right outside might just entice the gamers into the real world.
Being a mere 635 yards from the beach is, for me, just icing on the (dishwasher) cake. By my calculations, with 8 blocks = 1 mile in my neighborhood, that's about 3 blocks away. Even Mark could manage that walk!
All that space. Near the water. Mornings on the second floor deck with (dishwasher) coffee and a view that isn't the next apartment building. {sigh}
There is, sadly, one really big problem with this lovely house. (Oh, not for me -- for the owners.) It will certainly take dynamite - or an act of Congress - to ever get me out!
I knew that Baccarat made jewelry, lighting, crystal objects, glassware, dishes (okay, calling them dishes is a bit of an understatement). Although I don't understand it, I know of Baccarat - the card game. But Baccarat cigars?
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Granted, I'm not a cigar smoker. But it is a little embarrassing to realize that these Honduran, hand-rolled cigars have been around since 1871. Milder than some brands, they have what's called a sweetened wrapper cap.
Unless I miss my guess, that means flavor. And probably a much better smoke than the little grape things that Frankie used to buy.
I can't help it - I am a sucker for mugs. Coffee mugs, travel mugs, promotional mugs, tall mugs, fat mugs, skinny mugs - just love 'em. The more unusual and creative, the more I have to have them. I've even purchased dinnerware sets because the cups were unique. But, they aren't mugs.
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Mugs are sturdy, solid, reliable, and big. Trust me - I've done the research. Way back when, I actually had an entire kitchen cabinet dedicated to my addiction. (In those days, it was an affordable habit.) Everyone knew I collected, so any holiday was an occasion to find the silliest or sweetest (thank you, girlfriends!) sentiments on the market.
My favorite mug, hands down, was from the long-distance company where I worked. What made it special was the handle - shaped like a little blue telephone handset. The cutest thing I've seen - or owned - before or since.
(It was not, however, good for reheating! Something in the paint on that adorable handle made molten ceramic when combined with microwaves.)
These days, our mugs are great big, wonderful dollar-store finds - big, round, clear, with concave circles all around so these big, heavy coffee urns don't slip out of your hands. Did I mention they are big?! We have a 12-cup coffeemaker and filling 2 of these mugs puts a serious dent in the contents of the pot. Love it!
The cute little cups that came with my new dishes? They're in a drawer ... somewhere.
Several years ago, in one of his buying moods (See? It's the whole house; not just me!), Mark bought a pair of binoculars. The kind with the camera, so we could travel the state and take great pictures. Well, that didn't work out too well, so I've been thinking about replacing them - as a little surprise. May not be as easy as I imagined.
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I learned - very quickly - that there are a lot of options when it comes to binoculars. A whole big bunch of options! Depending on what you want to pay, what you want to use them for, and whether you need a camera, wide-angle viewing, or are visiting the opera.
Since what we have has a camera and my mind was spinning with available choices, I decided to start there. And was lucky enough to find something well within my price range. Unfortunately, I started thinking about all those other options and that, although Mark had picked the camera binoculars then, he might prefer something else now.
It just never pays to think and shop. Now, I'm back to square one and have absolutely no idea what to get. {sigh}
Unable to sleep, I was catching up on the news on my phone. I was also trying to be still and quiet so that Mark could sleep. This wasn't much of a problem with Yahoo! News/ Opinions - although I'd like to know where all of my regular columnists went. Then, I hit Humor at Creators.com.
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It started with Peter McKay, whom I've mentioned before. His painting post made me grin; the deck awning story had me softly chuckling. My funny bone was itching and twitching, but I was still in control. And Mark was still asleep. Whew!
Then I made a near-fatal error - I started reading Bruce Cameron. 'Tom the Caveman' was amusing; the 'Teenage Boat' touched a chord. If I had stopped there, I'd have been fine. But - No! - I had to continue!
Having never mastered the fine art of moderation, I moved on to 'Feng Shui' and the beginning of the end. Between Larry, the tiger, the dragon, and the in-laws, I was starting to stifle some serious laughter. The bed was beginning to shake; the tears were making it difficult to finish the story and regain a little self-control. But, eventually, I made it and Mark was still asleep.
The '3-D Printer' was the final blow. The bed was bouncing, the tears were flowing. Images of cellphone cases were circling hysterically in my brain and I couldn't stop giggling. Silently, uncontrollably giggling.
All I can say is: it is physically painful to hold back that much laughter. Thank heaven I waited until today to read 'My Father the Dog Trainer.' I'd have killed myself!
Summer is a great time to visit my family in Colorado and this summer I planned the whole trip on the Internet. I decided to use my Internet service Michigan to go online and spent an hour or two researching things I could do while on vacation. Going home as a tourist is always more fun for me than living in the town. I found camping, rafting and hiking trails that peaked my interest.
Booking the hotels was easy. I went to a few websites with HughesNet satellite and compared prices before I made a final reservation. I knew which hotels I liked the best in my small hometown, so I didn't have to research them. I got a multiple day discount and then booked an additional room for my kids, so we could have more room.
I reserved my campgrounds for two days and booked my rafting trip all online as well. Booking these things online is easier than over the phone because they take credit cards online and I don't have to listen to any recordings. Some of the small businesses in the area take a while to return a call if they are out in the field, so booking online guarantees me a spot quickly.
The trip was wonderful and we packed in a ton of mountain activities that we usually wouldn't have done without the research. I was happy to see my family over the summer and know that everything we did was already taken care of, so we didn't have to wonder what we were going to do on a daily basis.
Well, it's been just over a year since the DTV transition. Remember all the hoopla? It was like Orson Welles and War of the Worlds - panic and mayhem in the streets! Or so we were meant to believe.
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Don't get me wrong. For people with analog sets, it had to be a bit scary. It's not like they were asked if they wanted their free over-the-air viewing options to vanish. And, as I recall, the required converter boxes weren't exactly inexpensive - hence, the bucks-for-boxes program that ran out of money. Another nightmare for people who had no choice but to convert.
For those of us who were already cable or DIRECTV by DirectSatTV subscribers, we rather self-importantly pooh-poohed all the concern over disappearing signals and changing formats. Frankly, I can't imagine what it was like for remote or hilly areas. Even in a perfect test market, the problems were large enough to cause concern for officials.
Wilmington, Delaware, with no hills and unchanging channel positions, was the first community to go all-digital in 2008, as a test of how well the DTV transition would work. Well, it didn't - exactly. The digital signal was less powerful than the previous analog and viewers at the fringe of a station's range, lost reception. Poof!
As a result, the government authorized construction of distributed transmission systems - for stations that couldn't cover their analog range with the digital channels. In extremely simple terms, these systems send a signal to multiple transmitter sites for simultaneous broadcast in overlapping sections, widening the broadcast area for that channel. This authorization, however, came too late to allow construction in time for the original February, 2009 cut-off date.
Frankly, Direct Satellite TV offers and cable service must have started looking pretty good to a lot of people at that point. I wonder if anyone has looked at new subscription rates during the DTV conversion process. They certainly would have been the simplest, if not the cheapest, options at the time.
One of our favorite channels has changed their schedule. Five nights (15-20 hours) of must-watch TV has devolved into four hours - at best - spread over three nights. And yet those four hours manage to conflict with other shows that we'd like to watch. Bottom line? Time to check out DVR options.
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There are either/or selections, nice-but-not-critical applications, and very important functional considerations. In my quest for answers, DVR for DIRECTV got me started by explaining receiver options. Basically, there are two types of service: HD (high definition) and SD (standard definition). Since we have an HDTV, SD service doesn't sound like our best choice.
The specs, not counting image/sound quality differences, are fairly similar. HD-DVR seems to have more bells and whistles, which may be a ploy to grab viewers. Or may simply reflect consumer preferences for HD. Either way, HD receivers will record SD; the reverse is not true.
Another variable, which DVR for Time Warner Cable highlighted, is the ability to compensate for schedule changes. Some DVR systems will find and record programmed shows - in their entirety - even if they change days, times, or run longer than expected. Given network predilection for moving shows around, that could be an invaluable function.
And for sports fans, it may be a gotta-have-this option. Just imagine: you've avoided result broadcasts all day, waiting to sit back, relax, and enjoy that game or race. You get down to the wire - 2 minute warning / white-flag lap - only to find that your recording has been Heidi-bowled [1]. It's one thing when the network makes a bone-head broadcast decision. Quite another to inadvertently run out of recording time or memory.
Which leads me to a last, important component: storage capacity. I learned from the stats on DVR for Dish Network, that not all systems are the same. Some have much smaller hard drives, severely limiting how many programs can be recorded before viewing becomes mandatory. Like an enormous VHS tape or DVD, when you're out of room - you're out of programs.
This limitation is even more obvious where HD is concerned. High-definition files are larger than standard-definition and that estimated eighty hours of stored programming drops very quickly to thirty, or less. Unless viewers record today, watch tonight, and delete immediately - size of the hard drive moves to the top of the list.
So, for us, I'm thinking that storage is the decision, followed by HD over SD. Since we follow (or attempt to follow) a few shows that move around a lot, it might be nice to have some of the bells and whistles that eliminate neurotically memorizing the TV schedule, as well.
1. - On November 17, 1968, the Oakland Raiders, hosting the New York Jets, were down 32-29 with 65 seconds left in the game. Twelve seconds, three plays, and a fifteen-yard face-mask against the Jets later - the Raiders scored on a pass from Lamonica to Smith. Score: 32-36, Raiders. New York fumbled the kickoff at the 10-yard line; Oakland recovered and ran it in. Two touchdowns. Nine seconds. Raiders win - 32-43.
No one outside the stadium in Oakland saw it happen. At precisely 7:00pm, NBC came back from commercial and switched their coverage to the made-for-TV-movie, Heidi. The game was christened, and will (undoubtedly) be forever known as, The Heidi Bowl.
Oh man, when Dug the dog started talking with his electronic collar, it was the best! “Hi there! My name is Dug, and I love you.” Anyone who watched the movie will have heard that line in Dug's voice. With Ed Asner doing the voice of the main character Carl, the movie was just perfect. There aren't too many movies that an adult can sit and enjoy with the kids but UP! certainly is one of those films.
The first part of the movie where it shows the life of Carl and his wife Ellie from the time they were kids is just a masterpiece of animated film. That was the most touching few scenes I've ever seen in any film whether it was animated or live action. I'm so glad we rented this on Direct TV pay-per-view. It was such a joy to watch. It's one of those movies you won't mind seeing again even though it is a cartoon. Of course though, the cartoons of today are nothing like they were when I was a kid. Even though it’s animated, it seems so real. I think it's the facial expressions that give the characters so much life. The animators pay attention to the little things that make the experience so much more enjoyable. You won't be disappointed watching UP!
Don't ask me why, but it occurred to me recently that there are no
famous female magicians. Well, at least none that I can immediately
name. Judging by this
article, I'm not the only one wondering where they are or why they
aren't.
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In a survey of 227 practicing magicians, only 7 of whom were women,
the responses hardly seemed to belong in the 21st century. They spoke
of hard-wired physical and mental differences, gender roles, and an
innate female disinterest in power and technology. I found it shocking
and more than a little disturbing.
A lack of female mentorship is not uncommon in fields labelled
'traditionally male' or 'technical' - engineering, medicine, science,
law, architecture. But I would imagine that occurs more from a
closed-off old-boy environment than a true lack of women's interest or
ability in these areas. It's a little difficult to get into the club
when no one will share the sekret handshake.
Then we have the rationale that women are right-brained and men are
left-brained, therefore men are naturally more analytical and better
at problem-solving. Gender differences are also 'responsible' for
women being unable or unwilling to take on any endeavor requiring
commanding or confrontational behavior. Women are, after all,
'designed' to nurture - not compete. Right?!
My response to that drivel? Have you ever upset your mom, wife,
sister, or girlfriend? Trust me! We can command and confront!
Some of the more, shall we say, amusing answers? to paraphrase:
Women have to perform more subtle magic; no one wants to see a woman
saw a man in half or stab swords into a box.
A female magician and her handsome male assistants wouldn't be as
popular as a male magician and his pretty female assistants.
It's too difficult to modify women's smaller clothing with pockets
for hiding birds and other objects.
A women's hands are too small to easily facilitate palming cards,
etc.
Being smaller, women are naturally better subjects for levitations
and disappearing box illusions.
Less solitary/more social, women are ill-suited to and disinterested
in spending large amounts of 'alone-time' mastering magic.
Women are 'sharers' and, therefore, likely to be guilt-ridden over
maintaining the secrecy necessary in the world of magicians.
Magical, mystical creatures ... "in and of themselves. The ability
to create life from seemingly nothing is all a woman needs." (Okay,
maybe that one isn't quite as amusing.)
The most upsetting justification given? The Salem-witch-trial,
burned-at-the-stake (my phrasing) history of women and magic.
Are we really expected to believe that women shy away from careers as
magicians to avoid being associated with / accused of practicing
witchcraft?
(As a sidebar, to debunk a myth or two: Although some witch hunts
almost exclusively targeted women, men were accused and
executed. In fact, in Russia, the majority of the victims were men.
The term 'warlock' is a Hollywood construct; all accused of
witchcraft, at the time, were called witches.)
These attitudes are a sad commentary on how gender discrimination
survives and thrives in pockets of society. Judging by the comments
that followed the article, inroads are being made. As always, strong
intelligent women and men aren't buying the bull.
With the price of movie tickets increasing, it gets rather expensive for me and my family to go out to the movies. Therefore we choose to stay at home and watch movies. I watch movies on demand on DirectTV all the time.
The last movie that we watched on demand was Remember Me starring Robert Pattinson, Emile de Ravin, and Pierce Brosnan. I was hesitant to watch this movie because I wasn’t sure that Robert Pattinson would be a good actor because he wasn’t that great in the Twilight Movies. However, I was pleasantly surprised by his acting. He played the part of Tyler very well. I was convinced that Tyler was an exceptional and emotional person and I felt for him the entire movie.
The best part of the movie was seeing the relationships between the characters develop. From the previews, I already knew that the two main characters Tyler and Ally were going to fall for each other. But their individual lives and stories were so different, that as you watched the movie, I couldn’t help but wonder if they really were going to be together. I tell everyone that isn’t the movie that people expected it to be. Hands down, it was the best drama to come out this year. The ending is incredible. I wasn’t expecting the movie to end the way it did and while it was very emotional to watch, I’m glad that Remember Me ended so well and not in the usual romantic drama sort of way. This movie was perfect.
Admittedly, Syfy (or SciFi - whatever they called themselves at the
time) drove me crazy during the first season of Warehouse
13 . They must have aired each episode 20 times, if they aired it
once. But - in the end - it worked! I am hooked.
It's been a long wait for the beginning of season 2, with a long list of
questions to answer and problems to solve. Let me just say - it was
worth the wait! Welcome back!
Can't say that we're regular viewers of Mythbusters, but the other night was just too much fun. After mentioning one of the hosts' breath issues, they created a bad breath treatment from vodka and cinnamon. It really looked hideous - brownish liquid, sludgy at the bottom. Not good, at all.
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Just as I was developing sympathy for the person who would have to try this concoction, it was pointed out that someone would have to judge whether it worked. Ewwww! After smoking, eating raw garlic and extremely smelly cheese - the nasty breath was ready. An associate was chosen and the before-and-after sniffing began.
Braver than I, that's for sure. Although, you've got to wonder who this poor guy upset, because in another segment he was volunteered to judge the effectiveness of a stinky-feet remedy, also based on vodka. Frankly, the beer-goggles experiment looked like much more fun. And a lot less disgusting.
Oh - the vodka-based remedies did work. No better or worse than mouthwash and foot baths. But, according to one man's nose, they did do the job.
I know I'm a day early, but we always seem to end up so busy on the
fourth that I forget to wish everyone a safe and happy holiday.
Enjoy your burgers, dogs, corn-on-the-cob, and ice cream! And ribs,
potato salad, brownies, and pie. I can assure you - we certainly will!
Be safe around those fireworks and always keep a bucket of water handy,
for spent sparklers and odd surprises. We always had fun, as kids, and
with a little bit of forethought, no one ever got hurt.
In the process of setting up this blog (for the third, or more, time), the pages all ended up with the same quotation, attributed to Dr. Theodore Geisel, at the bottom. While I do love this quotation, it occurred to me that there were others I enjoy and new inspiration and contemplation that could also be shared. To that end, we have updated the footers on each page - and hope to make this a regular habit.
For those proverbs, quotes, and not-so-little life-truths that are longer than that space allows:
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An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy.
"It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego." He continued, "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
Here is the same story, but it is called "Grandfather Tells" which is also known as "The Wolves Within"
An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice, "Let me tell you a story.
I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.
But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times." He continued, "It is as if there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.
But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.
Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."
The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"
You can buy a person's time; you can buy their physical presence at a given place; you can even buy a measured number of their skilled muscular motions per hour.
But you cannot buy enthusiasm... you cannot buy loyalty. You cannot buy the devotion of hearts, minds, or souls.
You must earn these.
~ Clarence Francis
A Navajo Legend
Back in the 1960s a NASA team doing work for the Apollo moon mission took the astronauts near Tuba City where the terrain of the Navajo Reservation looks very much like the Lunar surface.
Along with all the trucks and large vehicles, there were two large figures dressed in full Lunar spacesuits.
Nearby a Navajo sheep herder and his son were watching the strange creatures walk about, occasionally being tended by personnel. The two Navajo people were noticed and approached by the NASA personnel.
Since the man did not understand or speak English, his son asked for him what the strange creatures were and the NASA people told them that they are just men that are getting ready to go to the moon. The man became very excited and asked if he could send a message to the moon with the astronauts.
The NASA personnel thought this was a great idea so they rustled up a tape recorder. After the man gave them his message, they asked his son to translate. His son would not.
Later, they tried a few more people on the reservation to translate and every person they asked would chuckle and then refuse to translate. Finally, with cash in hand, someone translated the message, "Watch out for these guys, they come to take your land."
~ First People - The Legends: The Navajo and The Astronaut
Surely what a man does when he is taken off his guard is the best evidence for what sort of a man he is? Surely what pops out before the man has time to put on a disguise is the truth?
If there are rats in a cellar you are most likely to see them if you go in very suddenly. But the suddenness does not create the rats: it only prevents them from hiding.
In the same way the suddenness of the provocation does not make me an ill-tempered man; it only shows me what an ill-tempered man I am.
The rats are always there in the cellar, but if you go in shouting and noisily they will have taken cover before you switch on the light.
~ C.S. Lewis, (Mere Christianity)
There's a great power in words, if you don't hitch too many of them together.
~ Josh Billings
Living with two non-fans, I don't see too many games these days - in person or even on television. But, as a fan, I couldn't resist checking out Ticket America, just to see what's available out there. A lot, as it turns out.
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Though I admit, I was a tad confused. As I say, it's been awhile since I watched any sports; most of the venues I remembered - Palace of Auburn Hills, Fenway Park, Yankee Stadium, Madison Square Garden, Camden Yards, Wrigley Field - were still there. I've even been to games and concerts at some of them.
But, others? I had to look up where they were, which was (actually) fun. For example:
Quicken Loans Arena - Cleveland, Citi Field - NY Mets, Izod Center - East Rutherford, Bradley Center - Milwaukee, and Amway Arena - Orlando were all new to me. Ticket America, however, has them covered.
They have a great set-up for buying - and selling - tickets by venue. Pick your stadium or team. (If you have tickets to sell, there's a clickable link in the middle of the page.) Next, choose the game or event, and a nifty table comes up. See the section, row, price, and number of available tickets - with a seating chart of the arena that scrolls up and down with you.
Works great and makes finding tickets a whole lot of fun!
As a Facebook member - personally and professionally, I tend to watch what's going on. As a game-addict, I watch even more closely. It just isn't pretty.
I, personally, have stopped playing all Zynga games on Facebook. (Actually, I don't play much at all, but that's a different post.) The frustration level created by the slow-loading, barely-functioning, I-could-be-flossing-my-teeth-right-now nature of the games ensured that outcome. Yet, I may have placed the blame at the wrong doorstep.
Among other regular reading material, I follow some of the blogs at Time.com. (Primarily, Tuned In and Techland.) They keep me up on favorite topics and, occasionally, break my heart.
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Just today, I read that ABC/Disney is reportedly canceling Legend of the Seeker, a well-written series with (as they say) tremendous production values. Apparently, Tribune Company - which owns WGN and many of the CW affiliate stations - is dropping the show. That 24 stations could shut down a series is amazing to me.
Our local CW affiliate is not owned by Tribune, but will Belo (and their 20 stations) step up to help? Who knows. Probably a mute point. (Though I'm still hunting for contact information.)
It's just a sad, sad day. Another great show, destroyed by the broadcast company that could find no value in 'Firefly' - yet, is willing to throw money at 'Dead Like Me' and 'Friends' reruns. So, so sad.
It is entirely possible that I watch entirely too much SyFy Channel.
I offer that observation, based on my reaction to seeing the Roto-Rooter Truck sitting in our parking lot yesterday. Did I think: "Oh, no! Plumbing problems!"? Nope.
The first thought to enter my little sci-fi-soaked brain was "Oooh! Ghosts!"
For those of you who share our addiction to this channel, you'll understand. Those of you with normal lives, won't get it. But that's okay.
Years ago ... I hate it when a thought starts that way; nearly as bad as "When I was your age...". But, like it or not, it was years ago.
It was the 70s and I had a job bussing tables at a cafeteria that butted up to a beauty salon. The glass door near the kitchen let the stylists come in to have lunch - or bug the help. They were a little nuts and it was rarely dull.
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The joke and prank ring-leader was rebuilding a woodie wagon (a bit like the picture, if memory serves ). He was planning to attach long-armed convex mirrors and - for some reason - had them in the salon. With him, who knew?
One day, there was a knock at the salon door and an impish, bearded face appeared in the glass. Grinning and babbling about nothing in particular, he kept looking down at my feet. Being young and naive, I had no idea what was going on - at first.
Eventually I figured it out. Suffice it to say, just the site of one of those mirrors can still make me laugh - after 35 years.
So, I guess my month is pretty straight forward: Frozen pizza, green
beer, a recorder, and making Frankie sing! Should be a blast! Hope you
have a great month, too.
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