Dear Friend,
It's that time again! Time for a random list entry here at Dear Friend! Isn't that exciting? Random thoughts commence in 3... 2... 1....
1. I bought a ukulele, and boy is she fun! I can play Yellow Submarine, though I can't really sing it.
2. Speaking of Yellow Submarine, I'm in a Beatles mood/mania the past few days. I blame Beatles Rock Band, because it's loads of fun and the music is great.
3. I can't pinpoint why, but I anticipate being in an Elvis mood/mania next. I don't know much about Elvis, and have seen a grand total of 1 movie that he's been in, but I'm getting interested.
4. Jem is now playing weekdays on the HUB network. It couldn't be more 80's in it's "outrageous" music, fashions, and to be honest, stupidity. I love it.
5. I'm glad to know that the next season of Chuck will be the final. The last two seasons were all right, but I don't like it as much as I did when it first started.
6. Psych will not be on this summer, since it's been delayed to the fall season. I don't think summer will feel like summer without Psych.
7. Eagerly awaiting the new season of Leverage. I don't remember if I wrote about it here in my blog, but last year I was scary obsessed with that show. It is such fun to watch.
8. Even numbered random thoughts are better than odd numbered, don't you think?
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Stuff that makes me laugh lately: A Ramble
Dear Friend,
It is Friday night, I am pumped full of caffeine and a strong desire to write. I cannot guarantee that what I am about to record will be entertaining or comprehensible. If you choose to read this entry anyway I will consider you a true friend... or really bored, but either one is fine.
I have been practically devouring comedy lately. It began with a whim to see some silent films. I chose to start off with Buster Keaton, and that was a success since I now adore the man. It branched into a little Harold Lloyd, whom I had never heard about before researching silent films trying to find which of Buster's films I would probably like best. I flatly refuse to watch Chaplin. I cannot quite explain why. There is a strange quality about the man that I find off-putting and repulsive. But Keaton and Lloyd films I will happily devour. What I like best about these silent slapstick comedies is the physicality and stunts involved in the jokes. I can't count how many times I've felt my jaw hanging open, making me look like an astonished fish when I see what these men were doing. The best part is the lack of special effects involved in most of the stunts. Honestly, I've grown tired of reading the rants of silent film fans who denounce the current method of using CGI to make most movie stunts these days, but they have a point. What movie makers and actors did before computers (and frankly, insurance companies) took over is impressive. But at the same time, it is incredible that these actors survived some of the shots they put themselves through.
Another great source of comedy for me lately is Drew Carey's Improv-A-Ganza on GSN. (Red squiggly lines under the last third of that sentence, it's a shame they won't show when I publish...) It is almost like a reunion of Whose Line is it Anyway, but not quite. It still makes me laugh, to the point of tears sometimes. It makes me so happy to see Ryan Stiles, Jeff Davis, Colin Mochrie, and Wayne Brady on TV again. Drew has improved at improv since Whose Line, too. (Aside note, I really, honestly like Drew Carey. He's the only reason I started watching the Price is Right again. I don't know why I like him so much... I don't think he's that great as a game show host, but he makes me laugh, and seems to enjoy himself doing it.)
A friend of mine has been talking a lot about the Marx Brothers lately. I love the Marx Brothers, myself, and hadn't seen any of their movies in a long time, so I put a couple in to watch this week. It made me realize that my favorite Marx brother is Harpo. He always has been, even when I was a kid. I usually feel like Groucho gets all the attention, and he's definitely funny, but I'll always adore Harpo.
Also, somewhat related to my Marx brothers "epiphany," Wakko is my favorite of the three Warners in Animaniacs. I thought Yakko was for the longest time, but it was always Wakko. After all, all those years ago when I was a rather rude "hostess" when a friend was over and I insisted that she watch Animaniacs with me when she wanted to watch X-Men it was because it was a Wakko-heavy episode, not Yakko.
Goodness, this has been a rambling and silly entry. If you made it this far, consider yourself hugged. I'll try to be more intellectual in my next letter.
It is Friday night, I am pumped full of caffeine and a strong desire to write. I cannot guarantee that what I am about to record will be entertaining or comprehensible. If you choose to read this entry anyway I will consider you a true friend... or really bored, but either one is fine.
I have been practically devouring comedy lately. It began with a whim to see some silent films. I chose to start off with Buster Keaton, and that was a success since I now adore the man. It branched into a little Harold Lloyd, whom I had never heard about before researching silent films trying to find which of Buster's films I would probably like best. I flatly refuse to watch Chaplin. I cannot quite explain why. There is a strange quality about the man that I find off-putting and repulsive. But Keaton and Lloyd films I will happily devour. What I like best about these silent slapstick comedies is the physicality and stunts involved in the jokes. I can't count how many times I've felt my jaw hanging open, making me look like an astonished fish when I see what these men were doing. The best part is the lack of special effects involved in most of the stunts. Honestly, I've grown tired of reading the rants of silent film fans who denounce the current method of using CGI to make most movie stunts these days, but they have a point. What movie makers and actors did before computers (and frankly, insurance companies) took over is impressive. But at the same time, it is incredible that these actors survived some of the shots they put themselves through.
Another great source of comedy for me lately is Drew Carey's Improv-A-Ganza on GSN. (Red squiggly lines under the last third of that sentence, it's a shame they won't show when I publish...) It is almost like a reunion of Whose Line is it Anyway, but not quite. It still makes me laugh, to the point of tears sometimes. It makes me so happy to see Ryan Stiles, Jeff Davis, Colin Mochrie, and Wayne Brady on TV again. Drew has improved at improv since Whose Line, too. (Aside note, I really, honestly like Drew Carey. He's the only reason I started watching the Price is Right again. I don't know why I like him so much... I don't think he's that great as a game show host, but he makes me laugh, and seems to enjoy himself doing it.)
A friend of mine has been talking a lot about the Marx Brothers lately. I love the Marx Brothers, myself, and hadn't seen any of their movies in a long time, so I put a couple in to watch this week. It made me realize that my favorite Marx brother is Harpo. He always has been, even when I was a kid. I usually feel like Groucho gets all the attention, and he's definitely funny, but I'll always adore Harpo.
Also, somewhat related to my Marx brothers "epiphany," Wakko is my favorite of the three Warners in Animaniacs. I thought Yakko was for the longest time, but it was always Wakko. After all, all those years ago when I was a rather rude "hostess" when a friend was over and I insisted that she watch Animaniacs with me when she wanted to watch X-Men it was because it was a Wakko-heavy episode, not Yakko.
Goodness, this has been a rambling and silly entry. If you made it this far, consider yourself hugged. I'll try to be more intellectual in my next letter.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Isn't that a little rude, though?
Dear friend,
This past Sunday our family tried a new church. It was a nice service, the music was good, the people were friendly and the sermon encouraging. We met the pastor, and it was obvious that he was making an effort to remember us by name, in order either to recognize us if we came back or to pray for us, who knows. During the conversation he asked me a question that I hear far too often, "How old are you?"
I know that in my case people ask me this because they can't tell just from looking at me. I know that in a church there are groups separated by age. I know that he didn't intend to offend me or set off an angry switch in my soul. Because I know all of this I answered calmly and truthfully, but I made a decision.
I am not telling people how old I am anymore.
Part of this decision is because I'm definitely old enough to adopt the "lady-like" policy of keeping such information to myself. Part of it is because I don't feel my age. I haven't for years, and as they say, you're only as old as you feel.
So, from now on, I'm ageless.
This past Sunday our family tried a new church. It was a nice service, the music was good, the people were friendly and the sermon encouraging. We met the pastor, and it was obvious that he was making an effort to remember us by name, in order either to recognize us if we came back or to pray for us, who knows. During the conversation he asked me a question that I hear far too often, "How old are you?"
I know that in my case people ask me this because they can't tell just from looking at me. I know that in a church there are groups separated by age. I know that he didn't intend to offend me or set off an angry switch in my soul. Because I know all of this I answered calmly and truthfully, but I made a decision.
I am not telling people how old I am anymore.
Part of this decision is because I'm definitely old enough to adopt the "lady-like" policy of keeping such information to myself. Part of it is because I don't feel my age. I haven't for years, and as they say, you're only as old as you feel.
So, from now on, I'm ageless.
Saturday, April 02, 2011
It's a bitter world, I'd rather dream
Dear Friend,
My affection for Adam Young, aka Owl City, is well documented. I've mentioned that in general I will get over a celebrity crush in about a month, but this guy is different. But I've noticed another difference besides longevity in this crush; it feels like having a crush on someone I know.
Obviously a crush on a "real life" guy is different than a crush on a "fake" celebrity. As far as I'm concerned a celebrity may as well be a fictional character. I like it that way. However, if I'm interested in a guy in real life it is to my benefit to know more about who they really are if there is any chance of getting involved with them. No one would argue that I have a good chance of having a personal relationship with someone famous, therefore the less I know about them, the better, and the easier it will be to move on when their moment in the spotlight of my affections is over.
But, something is weird about Adam. I think it may be his Blog. I love the way he writes. Reading a new entry of his blog (which I get to do, mostly every Monday, like clockwork) feels like having a casual conversation with him. He writes so well and so easily that you feel like you get to know him through his words despite the lack of precise details. He's funny and eloquent and manages to write about things that everyone can relate to.
The weird, personal feeling of this famous-person-crush came to its peak when I heard the song Lonely Lullaby. This song is an extra feature of the Owl City Galaxy app for Ipods or Iphones. It is a very personal song about a break-up, and it is lovely. I found out that the song isn't an abstract song about sadness in general, but specifically about his ex-girlfriend Anne Marie. One night, while I was listening to music and playing video games the song came on and I got that weird, jealous, sympathetic, frustrated feeling that you get when you listen to someone you like go on about how wonderful someone else is. No one enjoys that feeling. Let me tell you, it feels even worse when you realize that the feeling is completely unjustified and slightly stalker-like.
I eagerly await the day I can simply listen to the song, enjoy it, and move on when the track ends without feeling this bizarre slurry of emotions. Hopefully this written confession, a sort of emotional exorcism, will speed that day along.
My affection for Adam Young, aka Owl City, is well documented. I've mentioned that in general I will get over a celebrity crush in about a month, but this guy is different. But I've noticed another difference besides longevity in this crush; it feels like having a crush on someone I know.
Obviously a crush on a "real life" guy is different than a crush on a "fake" celebrity. As far as I'm concerned a celebrity may as well be a fictional character. I like it that way. However, if I'm interested in a guy in real life it is to my benefit to know more about who they really are if there is any chance of getting involved with them. No one would argue that I have a good chance of having a personal relationship with someone famous, therefore the less I know about them, the better, and the easier it will be to move on when their moment in the spotlight of my affections is over.
But, something is weird about Adam. I think it may be his Blog. I love the way he writes. Reading a new entry of his blog (which I get to do, mostly every Monday, like clockwork) feels like having a casual conversation with him. He writes so well and so easily that you feel like you get to know him through his words despite the lack of precise details. He's funny and eloquent and manages to write about things that everyone can relate to.
The weird, personal feeling of this famous-person-crush came to its peak when I heard the song Lonely Lullaby. This song is an extra feature of the Owl City Galaxy app for Ipods or Iphones. It is a very personal song about a break-up, and it is lovely. I found out that the song isn't an abstract song about sadness in general, but specifically about his ex-girlfriend Anne Marie. One night, while I was listening to music and playing video games the song came on and I got that weird, jealous, sympathetic, frustrated feeling that you get when you listen to someone you like go on about how wonderful someone else is. No one enjoys that feeling. Let me tell you, it feels even worse when you realize that the feeling is completely unjustified and slightly stalker-like.
I eagerly await the day I can simply listen to the song, enjoy it, and move on when the track ends without feeling this bizarre slurry of emotions. Hopefully this written confession, a sort of emotional exorcism, will speed that day along.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Unexplainable Attraction
Dear Friend,
Some people don't photograph well. This is, for the most part, an established fact. No matter who you ask, they will probably admit that some people are not done a justice with a simple picture. There have been theories that these people lose some of their visual appeal because unlike a normal human being with two eyes, cameras only have one "eye" or focal point, and therefore lose perspective and depth. This, therefore, is the missing "something" that renders a relatively attractive person plain or unattractive in a photograph.
I don't exactly agree with that theory. If that were the case, a video filmed by a camera with only one lens would also fail to capture their attraction.
I'm more inclined to say that part of what makes a person attractive is more than their mere looks. Movement and action combine with looks to make a person beautiful. Yes, there are some absolutely stunning and beautiful people who look amazing in a still photograph, there's no argument to that. Some people, though, are absolutely brilliant to see when they move and a still picture will never be able to capture that quality.
I've had this theory for years, but never took time to think about it until recently. I have three examples. The men I will write about in this entry are all very interesting to watch, but I don't think that photographs do them justice.
Some people don't photograph well. This is, for the most part, an established fact. No matter who you ask, they will probably admit that some people are not done a justice with a simple picture. There have been theories that these people lose some of their visual appeal because unlike a normal human being with two eyes, cameras only have one "eye" or focal point, and therefore lose perspective and depth. This, therefore, is the missing "something" that renders a relatively attractive person plain or unattractive in a photograph.
I don't exactly agree with that theory. If that were the case, a video filmed by a camera with only one lens would also fail to capture their attraction.
I'm more inclined to say that part of what makes a person attractive is more than their mere looks. Movement and action combine with looks to make a person beautiful. Yes, there are some absolutely stunning and beautiful people who look amazing in a still photograph, there's no argument to that. Some people, though, are absolutely brilliant to see when they move and a still picture will never be able to capture that quality.
I've had this theory for years, but never took time to think about it until recently. I have three examples. The men I will write about in this entry are all very interesting to watch, but I don't think that photographs do them justice.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
A little bit more?
Dear Friend,
I've got the weirdest desire to write a screenplay. Not just any screenplay, either, no I have a desire to write a musical! Let's face it, if I'm going to write a screenplay, I may as well write something fun, ridiculous and altogether absurd. If there is any sort of scripted program more fun, ridiculous and absurd than a musical then I don't know what it is. The logic is sound!
I'm not the sort of writer who does "screenplays." I write stories, with description, proper (as far as I can get it) grammar, and I use quotation marks to denote speech. I don't even have any desire to anyone to produce a screenplay that I write. Mostly I want to do it because I want to be able to say that I have. I'd write it, never edit it and share it with friends.
The same people who run National Novel Writing Month each November also run Script Frenzy each April. While I have taken part in "NaNoWriMo" as they call it (won two years in a row, baby!) I haven't ever considered doing Script Frenzy before. It's possible that I was not able to come up with a plot idea for Script Frenzy so "soon" after concentrating on a novel length plot in November, but it's also possible that I just didn't want to write a script.
That all changed, however, when I realized that every song I love is pretty strongly associated with a story in my head. My mental music videos could easily all be meshed into a single plot-line with some creative thinking on my part. Combine this with my love for old movie musicals and an idea seed is planted in the fertile ground of my mind.
So, will I abandon all inhibitions and settle down to write 100 pages of screenplay next month? I can't decide yet. I've been having a rough time of it emotionally this past week, and honestly I was going to try to do something in my life other than sit down with my laptop, making clacking noises with my fingers on the keyboard. I just still don't really know how to do that. Still, when meeting new people they inevitably ask you what you do, and rather than staring blankly at them, making them very uncomfortable I could instead tell them I'm writing a movie script, and then let it drop into the conversation that I've written two novels. The sad thing is that the next question would be if I've had anything published, and the answer is decidedly no. But hey, I'm working on it, right? That's got to count for something.
I've got the weirdest desire to write a screenplay. Not just any screenplay, either, no I have a desire to write a musical! Let's face it, if I'm going to write a screenplay, I may as well write something fun, ridiculous and altogether absurd. If there is any sort of scripted program more fun, ridiculous and absurd than a musical then I don't know what it is. The logic is sound!
I'm not the sort of writer who does "screenplays." I write stories, with description, proper (as far as I can get it) grammar, and I use quotation marks to denote speech. I don't even have any desire to anyone to produce a screenplay that I write. Mostly I want to do it because I want to be able to say that I have. I'd write it, never edit it and share it with friends.
The same people who run National Novel Writing Month each November also run Script Frenzy each April. While I have taken part in "NaNoWriMo" as they call it (won two years in a row, baby!) I haven't ever considered doing Script Frenzy before. It's possible that I was not able to come up with a plot idea for Script Frenzy so "soon" after concentrating on a novel length plot in November, but it's also possible that I just didn't want to write a script.
That all changed, however, when I realized that every song I love is pretty strongly associated with a story in my head. My mental music videos could easily all be meshed into a single plot-line with some creative thinking on my part. Combine this with my love for old movie musicals and an idea seed is planted in the fertile ground of my mind.
So, will I abandon all inhibitions and settle down to write 100 pages of screenplay next month? I can't decide yet. I've been having a rough time of it emotionally this past week, and honestly I was going to try to do something in my life other than sit down with my laptop, making clacking noises with my fingers on the keyboard. I just still don't really know how to do that. Still, when meeting new people they inevitably ask you what you do, and rather than staring blankly at them, making them very uncomfortable I could instead tell them I'm writing a movie script, and then let it drop into the conversation that I've written two novels. The sad thing is that the next question would be if I've had anything published, and the answer is decidedly no. But hey, I'm working on it, right? That's got to count for something.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Spring Cleaning?
Dear Friend,
Despite the drop in temperature today, I feel that lovely feeling of Spring. I know it's still only February, and the weather can still throw us a few cold and uncomfortable days, I know that soon it will warm up, flowers will bloom and trees will be green again.
Unfortunately, that also means that bugs will return, crawling through the house and flying at the windows, driving me to distraction.
One thing I've never really "gotten" about this time of year is Spring Cleaning. Yes, I understand that it is generally a time that people can open windows and air out the house, change seasonal wardrobes and generally a good occasion for making things tidy, I get that. What I don't get is why Spring, exactly? No matter where you are, what the weather is like, the tradition is Spring Cleaning.
Spring Cleaning has never been my favorite task. I wouldn't call myself a slob, exactly, but I tend to be on the, let's say relaxed spectrum of cleaners. I keep my workspace very tidy, but otherwise I won't cringe at the sight of a little dust. The idea of going through my things and organizing them isn't palatable.
For this reason, I'm almost alarmed at my actions for the past week. I've been going through everything from my Netflix queue to my followed Twitter accounts and "pruning." I think every set of lists and links that I have has been significantly cut down this week. And the urge to minimize has not been satisfied yet. I imagine in the next few days I will resort to pulling out entire drawers and storage bins and chucking possessions willy-nilly.
This is not like me. I'm the woman who has toys that I can't bear to give up scattered about her room, to the extent that small children think I'm about twelve years old. I have shirts that I got when I was ten. (Very few, possibly two, and they were very large for me then) I have two dresser and two closets, for heaven's sake!
The only time that I've ever noticed people ridding themselves of possessions to this level has normally been before moving. I'm not moving, am I? I'm almost afraid that my spirit or subconscious are subtly telling me that something is about to change. I don't feel like anything is about to change, and in a way that worries me. Change always comes when you least expect it.
Does my wondering about change qualify as expecting it, therefore meaning that nothing will change? Hmm...
Despite the drop in temperature today, I feel that lovely feeling of Spring. I know it's still only February, and the weather can still throw us a few cold and uncomfortable days, I know that soon it will warm up, flowers will bloom and trees will be green again.
Unfortunately, that also means that bugs will return, crawling through the house and flying at the windows, driving me to distraction.
One thing I've never really "gotten" about this time of year is Spring Cleaning. Yes, I understand that it is generally a time that people can open windows and air out the house, change seasonal wardrobes and generally a good occasion for making things tidy, I get that. What I don't get is why Spring, exactly? No matter where you are, what the weather is like, the tradition is Spring Cleaning.
Spring Cleaning has never been my favorite task. I wouldn't call myself a slob, exactly, but I tend to be on the, let's say relaxed spectrum of cleaners. I keep my workspace very tidy, but otherwise I won't cringe at the sight of a little dust. The idea of going through my things and organizing them isn't palatable.
For this reason, I'm almost alarmed at my actions for the past week. I've been going through everything from my Netflix queue to my followed Twitter accounts and "pruning." I think every set of lists and links that I have has been significantly cut down this week. And the urge to minimize has not been satisfied yet. I imagine in the next few days I will resort to pulling out entire drawers and storage bins and chucking possessions willy-nilly.
This is not like me. I'm the woman who has toys that I can't bear to give up scattered about her room, to the extent that small children think I'm about twelve years old. I have shirts that I got when I was ten. (Very few, possibly two, and they were very large for me then) I have two dresser and two closets, for heaven's sake!
The only time that I've ever noticed people ridding themselves of possessions to this level has normally been before moving. I'm not moving, am I? I'm almost afraid that my spirit or subconscious are subtly telling me that something is about to change. I don't feel like anything is about to change, and in a way that worries me. Change always comes when you least expect it.
Does my wondering about change qualify as expecting it, therefore meaning that nothing will change? Hmm...
Friday, January 28, 2011
That Voice!
Dear friend,
It has been a very "Frankie" week for me. I'm not complaining at all.
I don't have a celebrity crush on Frank Sinatra, mind you. This isn't a case of "protesting too much," I just want to clear that up. A few years ago my Dad was under the impression that I had a crush on Cary Grant, when I didn't. This is the same sort of thing; I love them, but I don't love them. (I do have a silly, little crush on a member of the Rat Pack, but it isn't Frank, and I'm not telling you who it is, so don't ask)
Anyway, as I said, it's been a very Frankie sort of week for me. Turner Classic Movies aired a movie called the Kissing Bandit, which I just had to watch, since Frank was in it. I have a fondness for Frank's early movies, ones where he played a lovable dork who was so nervous around women that he had no idea what to do. He was such a little, skinny, silly looking dude that the roles fit him very well. In my opinion, the only thing this movie had going for it was Frank. It was silly, beyond the point of being able to be taken seriously. The costumes were ridiculous, so much so that I burst into laughter at the sight of some of them. Frank didn't sing nearly enough, either. Still, I enjoyed watching it.
A few other Frank movies were on but I, unfortunately, didn't catch all the way through. I did, as I mentioned at the end of my birthday post, watched Ocean's 11. I got it out of curiosity about the Rat Pack. I enjoyed the movie, enough to look past it's ridiculousness. (And like I said, I now have a crush on someone in the Rat Pack. Just for fun, use the process of elimination, it's not Dean or Sammy, either.)
The day after my birthday, I used some of my abundant supply of itunes money to buy a few "Essential" albums by Frank and Dean Martin. I love them both. I don't know why it had taken me so long to get actual CDs from either of these two amazing singers, instead of picking up a song by them here or there.
My brother and my sister-in-law sent me a few musicals on DVD as birthday presents. They sent me Singing in the Rain and Guys and Dolls. The smile on my face as I opened the package was considerable. I love both of these movies but had never gotten around to buying either one. As I write, I'm gleefully watching Guys and Dolls, enjoying the fact that Nathan Detroit, and so many others, aren't using contractions. Or should I say, are not using contractions.
I used to love those cartoons making fun of his screaming and swooning fans. They were really my first indication that Sinatra existed. Perhaps they were a strong influence on me, since I consider myself something of a Frank Sinatra fangirl. I was amused to learn that some of those screaming fans were actresses hired and paid to make him seem more popular.
I don't think I could ever get tired of hearing that man sing. It's been an enjoyable week.
It has been a very "Frankie" week for me. I'm not complaining at all.
I don't have a celebrity crush on Frank Sinatra, mind you. This isn't a case of "protesting too much," I just want to clear that up. A few years ago my Dad was under the impression that I had a crush on Cary Grant, when I didn't. This is the same sort of thing; I love them, but I don't love them. (I do have a silly, little crush on a member of the Rat Pack, but it isn't Frank, and I'm not telling you who it is, so don't ask)
Anyway, as I said, it's been a very Frankie sort of week for me. Turner Classic Movies aired a movie called the Kissing Bandit, which I just had to watch, since Frank was in it. I have a fondness for Frank's early movies, ones where he played a lovable dork who was so nervous around women that he had no idea what to do. He was such a little, skinny, silly looking dude that the roles fit him very well. In my opinion, the only thing this movie had going for it was Frank. It was silly, beyond the point of being able to be taken seriously. The costumes were ridiculous, so much so that I burst into laughter at the sight of some of them. Frank didn't sing nearly enough, either. Still, I enjoyed watching it.
A few other Frank movies were on but I, unfortunately, didn't catch all the way through. I did, as I mentioned at the end of my birthday post, watched Ocean's 11. I got it out of curiosity about the Rat Pack. I enjoyed the movie, enough to look past it's ridiculousness. (And like I said, I now have a crush on someone in the Rat Pack. Just for fun, use the process of elimination, it's not Dean or Sammy, either.)
The day after my birthday, I used some of my abundant supply of itunes money to buy a few "Essential" albums by Frank and Dean Martin. I love them both. I don't know why it had taken me so long to get actual CDs from either of these two amazing singers, instead of picking up a song by them here or there.
My brother and my sister-in-law sent me a few musicals on DVD as birthday presents. They sent me Singing in the Rain and Guys and Dolls. The smile on my face as I opened the package was considerable. I love both of these movies but had never gotten around to buying either one. As I write, I'm gleefully watching Guys and Dolls, enjoying the fact that Nathan Detroit, and so many others, aren't using contractions. Or should I say, are not using contractions.
I used to love those cartoons making fun of his screaming and swooning fans. They were really my first indication that Sinatra existed. Perhaps they were a strong influence on me, since I consider myself something of a Frank Sinatra fangirl. I was amused to learn that some of those screaming fans were actresses hired and paid to make him seem more popular.
I don't think I could ever get tired of hearing that man sing. It's been an enjoyable week.
Friday, December 31, 2010
A final post for 2010, Silly and Heartfelt all at the same time!
Dear Friend,
A year ago today I decided to put some of my Itunes gift money to good use. I looked around and listened to various clips from assorted artists and releases that had caught my attention in the preceding months before settling on to Ocean Eyes by Owl City. I'd heard his single Fireflies (just like every other person on earth) and had enjoyed to sound of it. I figured it was gift money, so I may as well take a chance with it.
I didn't listen much that night, being rather busy with New Year's Eve traditions, but what I did hear I liked. Little did I know it would send me into one of my "obsessive" phases that I am inclined to suffer through from time to time.
Though, suffer is a horrible choice for the way to describe how I go through these phases. I enjoy every second of immersing myself into a pleasant activity. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother, now would I?
As I mentioned in my previous post about the soundtrack of my year, Adam Young took over my listening habits. I love his music. However, it isn't just that. I love him.
I often have what I call Celebrity Crushes, they're fun and meaningless and often get me to watch movies or shows or listen to music I wouldn't have known about if I hadn't taken a strong interest in whoever the latest "heart throb" is. These little episodes rarely last longer than a month, sometimes less, really strong crushes occasionally last two or three months, and when they're over I still look fondly at the person and enjoy their work. I just don't obsess like I had before.
I've been "in love" with Adam Young for a year now.
I don't know what exactly it is that I adore so much about him. I do know that I find him witty, funny, sweet and inspiring, though. I've been happily listening to his music and reading his twitter and his blog. He quotes some of my favorite movies, including You've Got Mail. He reads wonderful books, even getting me to finally read the original Bambi novel. He's a Christian, and did the best cover of In Christ Alone I've ever heard. I almost can't find anything wrong with him.
But, isn't that a little strange? He's human, just like the rest of us, so he must have some faults. Well, I mean, besides the fact that he's obviously into Blond girls and a vegetarian, but those aren't exactly faults, are they, they're just his opinion and choice.
I've come across people who are so obsessed with celebrities that they believe they're honestly in love with them, and frankly those people scare me. I am not that scary, stalker girl who can't talk about anything or anyone else.(Though, the fact that he's been mentioned in almost every blog entry I've made these past six months might contradict that statement, huh?) The one who sends letters and presents and is upset when she doesn't get any replies or thanks. I also am not the girl who loses sight of reality in the fantasy of some unobtainable "god." I'm just sitting back, enjoying his music and lyrics and thoughts that he chooses to share with his audience.
I've chosen one of his songs to be a sort inspiration for this upcoming year.
Sky Sailing's Steady as She Goes
The tide can bring in anything,
So Steady as she goes!
Happy New Year, and God bless you, my friend!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
My mind rebels at stagnation
Dear friend,
I've not been blogging, even though I've been doing things that I usually choose to write about, for example; seeing movies. I've seen at least Disney/Nature's Oceans (skip it, it sucks, though the footage is pretty), Sherlock Holmes (wow, that was fun! Why haven't I bought it yet?), Iron Man (fun again, but not something I'd buy), and Iron Man 2 (I had just as much fun with that as I did with the first. But I saw them on the same day, so they kind of melded into a single, extremely long movie in my head).
Really, I'm writing now because I noticed something about myself. I like mystery shows, books, and games though I suck at figuring out the solution. I think I know why, though. I care more about the characters than the mystery. I feel as though I am missing the point, but I don't care since I'm enjoying it anyway.
I noticed this when I was watching Sherlock Holmes. My Dad had ordered the movie on Pay per View, but didn't tell me, since he didn't know I wanted to see it. Since PPV is usually a 24 hour deal, in which time you can watch as many times as you like, I decided to watch the next evening. The film cut off just before the end. I wasn't torn up about not seeing the solution to the mystery at all. I wasn't too concerned about seeing the end because I knew (spoiler, I guess) Watson was still alive. (End of the fake, silly spoiler)
Some would look at that as a sign of a very poorly written mystery. Maybe it was, but I've almost never bothered to try to follow mystery plots anyway. A good deal of the shows I watch are either cop or detective shows. Psych and dueSouth especially, but even Chuck and Burn Notice have the same sort of elements. Most people who watch LOST are talking about the need to know answers by the time the finale airs tomorrow. I don't really care. I mostly want to know what's going to happen to these characters, rather than what occurred to make all these things happen.
In other words, I care more about the characters than the stories.
Having realized this, I am beginning to read a lot more mysteries. I even went out and bought a copy of the entire Sherlock Holmes. I've read most of the first novel already, and I'm loving it. All I'm focusing on are the characters of Holmes and Watson. I have tried reading Holmes before, and most of it just went over my head, and I didn't get the hype. I'm catching on now. I find it much easier to follow the story by focusing on why Holmes is doing what he's doing rather than focusing on what he's doing.
I hope all this enthusiastic ramble made sense. I'm just happy to figure out one of the ways my brain works. I don't want to focus on a problem; I want to focus on how the problem affects the person.
(That reads like a soundbite...)
I've not been blogging, even though I've been doing things that I usually choose to write about, for example; seeing movies. I've seen at least Disney/Nature's Oceans (skip it, it sucks, though the footage is pretty), Sherlock Holmes (wow, that was fun! Why haven't I bought it yet?), Iron Man (fun again, but not something I'd buy), and Iron Man 2 (I had just as much fun with that as I did with the first. But I saw them on the same day, so they kind of melded into a single, extremely long movie in my head).
Really, I'm writing now because I noticed something about myself. I like mystery shows, books, and games though I suck at figuring out the solution. I think I know why, though. I care more about the characters than the mystery. I feel as though I am missing the point, but I don't care since I'm enjoying it anyway.
I noticed this when I was watching Sherlock Holmes. My Dad had ordered the movie on Pay per View, but didn't tell me, since he didn't know I wanted to see it. Since PPV is usually a 24 hour deal, in which time you can watch as many times as you like, I decided to watch the next evening. The film cut off just before the end. I wasn't torn up about not seeing the solution to the mystery at all. I wasn't too concerned about seeing the end because I knew (spoiler, I guess) Watson was still alive. (End of the fake, silly spoiler)
Some would look at that as a sign of a very poorly written mystery. Maybe it was, but I've almost never bothered to try to follow mystery plots anyway. A good deal of the shows I watch are either cop or detective shows. Psych and dueSouth especially, but even Chuck and Burn Notice have the same sort of elements. Most people who watch LOST are talking about the need to know answers by the time the finale airs tomorrow. I don't really care. I mostly want to know what's going to happen to these characters, rather than what occurred to make all these things happen.
In other words, I care more about the characters than the stories.
Having realized this, I am beginning to read a lot more mysteries. I even went out and bought a copy of the entire Sherlock Holmes. I've read most of the first novel already, and I'm loving it. All I'm focusing on are the characters of Holmes and Watson. I have tried reading Holmes before, and most of it just went over my head, and I didn't get the hype. I'm catching on now. I find it much easier to follow the story by focusing on why Holmes is doing what he's doing rather than focusing on what he's doing.
I hope all this enthusiastic ramble made sense. I'm just happy to figure out one of the ways my brain works. I don't want to focus on a problem; I want to focus on how the problem affects the person.
(That reads like a soundbite...)
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Why I'm not a critic
Dear friend,
I just had another session of reading negative reviews of products that I enjoy. That little hobby of mine might sound weird, and even frustrating, but I still do it. Sometimes it can be funny to see someone's vehement hatred of something silly and unimportant like a movie or CD. (In the sense that there are definitely more vital parts of our lives that the same energy could be used in pondering.)
In any case, friend, tonight I was reading reviews of Owl City's album Ocean Eyes. It seems to me that there are only two opinions to have about this album, either you think it sucks or you adore it. I am in the second camp. I cannot seem to get enough of this dude's music. The thing is, though, I'm able to understand those who hate it. When I step back and look at it rationally, the music isn't good. The singing, the lyrics, the style, etc. when looked at objectively aren't great. Yet somehow, put them all together, and it touches something in my heart or soul in a way that makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
And so, that is why I'm not a critic. I can't tell you what is of good quality and worth your time. I can only tell you what gives me a feeling of being wrapped in a comfy blanket.
Owl City isn't for everyone. In general I'd almost say that if you're not a romantic (hopelessly and classically so) don't bother. If you do give him a shot and hate him, don't say I didn't warn you (and what's wrong with you?)
I just had another session of reading negative reviews of products that I enjoy. That little hobby of mine might sound weird, and even frustrating, but I still do it. Sometimes it can be funny to see someone's vehement hatred of something silly and unimportant like a movie or CD. (In the sense that there are definitely more vital parts of our lives that the same energy could be used in pondering.)
In any case, friend, tonight I was reading reviews of Owl City's album Ocean Eyes. It seems to me that there are only two opinions to have about this album, either you think it sucks or you adore it. I am in the second camp. I cannot seem to get enough of this dude's music. The thing is, though, I'm able to understand those who hate it. When I step back and look at it rationally, the music isn't good. The singing, the lyrics, the style, etc. when looked at objectively aren't great. Yet somehow, put them all together, and it touches something in my heart or soul in a way that makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
And so, that is why I'm not a critic. I can't tell you what is of good quality and worth your time. I can only tell you what gives me a feeling of being wrapped in a comfy blanket.
Owl City isn't for everyone. In general I'd almost say that if you're not a romantic (hopelessly and classically so) don't bother. If you do give him a shot and hate him, don't say I didn't warn you (and what's wrong with you?)
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Annual Birthday Post!
Dear Friend,
Once again, it is my birthday. It seems to happen every year around this time. Usually it makes me feel both nostalgic and introspective. Not so much this year. This year, I'm more wondering about the future. Frankly, as far as I can tell I'm on the verge of something. It might be something big, it might be something small. I don't know yet. Either way, something has to change, it's inevitable, whether I want it or not. I can't say that I feel ready for it, but since when do life changes wait until you're ready?
It's been a fairly nice day. Amazing, it hasn't been, to speak a little like Yoda. What I've noticed in my life is that if I plan my birthday myself I end up disappointed, so I didn't try to plan much for the day. Having the pick of what to do with my day, I took my mom to see Princess and the Frog again. A good movie, still, but not as great as it could have been, entertaining though. Crush any expectations you might have of it being Disney's greatest film ever, because it isn't. Can you really expect that though? Make a decent movie and slap Disney's name on it and more people will see it, though. Someone brought this adorable little boy who laughed at one scene and asked "Isn't that funny, Daddy?" really loud in the theater, too and that was cute. Do have a nice day, friend, and I'll talk to you later.
Once again, it is my birthday. It seems to happen every year around this time. Usually it makes me feel both nostalgic and introspective. Not so much this year. This year, I'm more wondering about the future. Frankly, as far as I can tell I'm on the verge of something. It might be something big, it might be something small. I don't know yet. Either way, something has to change, it's inevitable, whether I want it or not. I can't say that I feel ready for it, but since when do life changes wait until you're ready?
It's been a fairly nice day. Amazing, it hasn't been, to speak a little like Yoda. What I've noticed in my life is that if I plan my birthday myself I end up disappointed, so I didn't try to plan much for the day. Having the pick of what to do with my day, I took my mom to see Princess and the Frog again. A good movie, still, but not as great as it could have been, entertaining though. Crush any expectations you might have of it being Disney's greatest film ever, because it isn't. Can you really expect that though? Make a decent movie and slap Disney's name on it and more people will see it, though. Someone brought this adorable little boy who laughed at one scene and asked "Isn't that funny, Daddy?" really loud in the theater, too and that was cute. Do have a nice day, friend, and I'll talk to you later.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Many thing to review
Dear friend,
I just bought four Cd's and watched a movie. So, of course I've got lots of opinions rattling around in my head, and have decided to write them out.
I'll start with the film, as that will be easiest to sum up. I watched The Brothers Bloom a few days ago. I saw the previews last spring during a summer movie preview show. It looked quirky and pretty, right up my alley. The plot revolves around two brothers who happen to be Con men. The younger brother wants to quit this line of work, but the older brother wants him for just one more job. So their last victim is an eccentric, sheltered heiress.
It was an interesting movie, sometimes it was funny, and it was visually stunning at times. I just... well, I wanted to like it much more than I actually ended up liking it. As far as I can tell, they didn't want a rating of PG so they added in pointless language and a bogglingly unnecessary scene on a train in a thunderstorm to bump up the rating. It may also have been too impressed by it's own clever ideas. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't as good as I wanted it to be. So I can't exactly recommend it. 2.5/5
It did, however, confirm to me that I think Adrien Brody is beautiful. Don't ask me to explain that, I don't get it, it doesn't make any sense, I just find him insanely attractive. (Also, dear brother of mine, who has a habit if bringing up strange topics I've blogged about in front of our parents, let's leave this one off the discussion table, ok? This would just be too weird to talk about with Mum and Pop)
Now, new music reviews. Lately I've purchased the newest offerings from Ayiesha Woods, Barlow Girl, Michael Buble, and Relient K. (Spell check loves all those names right now)
Ayiesha Woods, "Love Like This" is good. I wasn't expecting too much, but the Christian Book store had a coupon to buy two get one half off when I wanted to buy Barlow Girl and I enjoyed AW's first release so I went ahead and got it. It's pleasant and fun without inspiring any strong emotion in me at all. It's good background music, but not my newest worship experience music. 3/5
Barlow Girl "Love and War" is amazing. I was disappointed by their previous release. It did nothing to encourage me or lift my mood. In fact, the last Cd was depressing to me. They more than made up for it with this one. It's encouraging and great for leading me to look to God and see what amazing things He can do and has done. I love the sound of the music and their voices and feel a sort of Beatles kind of vibe from a lot of it. If, you know, the Beatles had been three women, or something. 4.5/5
Michael Buble's "Crazy Love" is pretty good. Same sort of thing from the Canadian Crooner. He's got a few new original songs, such as Just Haven't Met You Yet, which is awesome, but it's mostly covers. They're good, but not amazing. If you like Michael, you'll like the CD. 3/5
Relient K's "Forget and Not Slow Down" is great. Honestly I'd been worried about this release. It feels like RK and I are due for a dud. When I'd heard that this was essentially a CD full of breakup songs I was expecting to dislike it. I bought it anyway. I'm glad I did. Yeah, there are a few melancholy songs that you won't help to lift any mood, there are still great songs that you can listen to whenever you want, single or taken. The sound is great, though occasionally surreal and weird. It might be difficult to put these songs on playlists or in a shuffle since the intros and outtros are almost seamless despite being on different tracks. I still love the CD. 4/5
So, there are my reviews. Hope you enjoyed reading them!
I just bought four Cd's and watched a movie. So, of course I've got lots of opinions rattling around in my head, and have decided to write them out.
I'll start with the film, as that will be easiest to sum up. I watched The Brothers Bloom a few days ago. I saw the previews last spring during a summer movie preview show. It looked quirky and pretty, right up my alley. The plot revolves around two brothers who happen to be Con men. The younger brother wants to quit this line of work, but the older brother wants him for just one more job. So their last victim is an eccentric, sheltered heiress.
It was an interesting movie, sometimes it was funny, and it was visually stunning at times. I just... well, I wanted to like it much more than I actually ended up liking it. As far as I can tell, they didn't want a rating of PG so they added in pointless language and a bogglingly unnecessary scene on a train in a thunderstorm to bump up the rating. It may also have been too impressed by it's own clever ideas. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't as good as I wanted it to be. So I can't exactly recommend it. 2.5/5
It did, however, confirm to me that I think Adrien Brody is beautiful. Don't ask me to explain that, I don't get it, it doesn't make any sense, I just find him insanely attractive. (Also, dear brother of mine, who has a habit if bringing up strange topics I've blogged about in front of our parents, let's leave this one off the discussion table, ok? This would just be too weird to talk about with Mum and Pop)
Now, new music reviews. Lately I've purchased the newest offerings from Ayiesha Woods, Barlow Girl, Michael Buble, and Relient K. (Spell check loves all those names right now)
Ayiesha Woods, "Love Like This" is good. I wasn't expecting too much, but the Christian Book store had a coupon to buy two get one half off when I wanted to buy Barlow Girl and I enjoyed AW's first release so I went ahead and got it. It's pleasant and fun without inspiring any strong emotion in me at all. It's good background music, but not my newest worship experience music. 3/5
Barlow Girl "Love and War" is amazing. I was disappointed by their previous release. It did nothing to encourage me or lift my mood. In fact, the last Cd was depressing to me. They more than made up for it with this one. It's encouraging and great for leading me to look to God and see what amazing things He can do and has done. I love the sound of the music and their voices and feel a sort of Beatles kind of vibe from a lot of it. If, you know, the Beatles had been three women, or something. 4.5/5
Michael Buble's "Crazy Love" is pretty good. Same sort of thing from the Canadian Crooner. He's got a few new original songs, such as Just Haven't Met You Yet, which is awesome, but it's mostly covers. They're good, but not amazing. If you like Michael, you'll like the CD. 3/5
Relient K's "Forget and Not Slow Down" is great. Honestly I'd been worried about this release. It feels like RK and I are due for a dud. When I'd heard that this was essentially a CD full of breakup songs I was expecting to dislike it. I bought it anyway. I'm glad I did. Yeah, there are a few melancholy songs that you won't help to lift any mood, there are still great songs that you can listen to whenever you want, single or taken. The sound is great, though occasionally surreal and weird. It might be difficult to put these songs on playlists or in a shuffle since the intros and outtros are almost seamless despite being on different tracks. I still love the CD. 4/5
So, there are my reviews. Hope you enjoyed reading them!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Cabinets, diet, and Mr. Opportunity
I'm helping my parents in the newest diy home improvement project: Refinishing the kitchen cabinets. I'm pretty accustomed to diy stuff, (especially painting, which is a big part of this new project). When we moved into this house I took over the removal of the (hideous, awful, atrocious, evil) wallpaper (from hell) in the master bathroom. In the various times that we've helped friends decorate their homes, I've been my Mummy's assistant decorator, measurement taker, wallpaper remover and ladder climber.
Today's activities got off to a late start, so all we could do was empty the pantry, remove that doors and shelves and finally remove the hardware from the doors. I'm pretty sure that if you give me a screwdriver I can disassemble anything.
We've got a lot of cabinets; upper, lower, island, pantry and wet bar. This will be a long project. I'm kind of looking forward to it.
It never fails that if I think to myself, "Ok, time to cut back on the sugar, stop drinking soda, and maybe loose a few pounds." my mother will buy a boat load of cookies and candy. She'll also load up the fridge with vanilla coke. I'd decided I wanted to drop five pounds, and we've got a fridge filled with sprite and vanilla coke, two types of oreos, cupcakes, inside out junior mints and hagen-dasz ice cream. Maybe I should try to gain five pounds instead. I never mention that I want to eat less sugar, since that would be, you know, too easy. And as the only person in the house who (usually) eats sweets, I fell slightly obligated to consume these goods. Besides, if it's freshly baked, you can't save it for too long before it goes bad, you know? *sigh*
I crossed our entire kitchen to hear the Mr. Opportunity radio commercial. I also left my dad looking confused the other night while we watched tv and Mr. O came on and I got really happy. My Dad just looked at me like I'd lost my mind. My Mom just said, "Rob Paulsen" and that was enough explanation for him, apparently. Really, he ought to have figured that out on his own. =)
Today's activities got off to a late start, so all we could do was empty the pantry, remove that doors and shelves and finally remove the hardware from the doors. I'm pretty sure that if you give me a screwdriver I can disassemble anything.
We've got a lot of cabinets; upper, lower, island, pantry and wet bar. This will be a long project. I'm kind of looking forward to it.
It never fails that if I think to myself, "Ok, time to cut back on the sugar, stop drinking soda, and maybe loose a few pounds." my mother will buy a boat load of cookies and candy. She'll also load up the fridge with vanilla coke. I'd decided I wanted to drop five pounds, and we've got a fridge filled with sprite and vanilla coke, two types of oreos, cupcakes, inside out junior mints and hagen-dasz ice cream. Maybe I should try to gain five pounds instead. I never mention that I want to eat less sugar, since that would be, you know, too easy. And as the only person in the house who (usually) eats sweets, I fell slightly obligated to consume these goods. Besides, if it's freshly baked, you can't save it for too long before it goes bad, you know? *sigh*
I crossed our entire kitchen to hear the Mr. Opportunity radio commercial. I also left my dad looking confused the other night while we watched tv and Mr. O came on and I got really happy. My Dad just looked at me like I'd lost my mind. My Mom just said, "Rob Paulsen" and that was enough explanation for him, apparently. Really, he ought to have figured that out on his own. =)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Hey you, yeah, you
Dear Friend,
This post is going to be composed of things I didn't say. They are for specific people, but I'm not going to say who. Some of the people will be able to see them, either in my blog, my facebook or my livejournal, and some of them probably will never know this exists. If you think one of the statements is about you, realize that I'm not mad at you, and I don't mean offense. If you really want to talk about it you can contact me, ok? Just please refrain from doing so in public comments.
Ok, disclaimer over: here we go!
Hey You!
I knew. I only acted surprised because you expected me to.
It sucks that you were only my friend because you had a crush on me.
I didn't expect you to come back. You know why? You were so insistent you wouldn't leave. You were trying to convince yourself, not me.
The first time you made me feel stupid I figured I was being a ditz. The second time you made me feel stupid I decided you were a jerk.
I wish we could actually be friends.
Stop saying that, you don't know what other people think of you (obviously).
Just because I have a crush on you doesn't mean I expect you to have one on me, too.
I didn't need a break, I wasn't busy. I was just tired of dealing with you and your garbage, and I'm surprised you don't seem to have caught on to that.
I'm sorry I was such a jerk. You just caught me off guard.
You know what, your opinion isn't fact. I know that must shock you.
Acting like everything is ok doesn't make it ok.
I told you. You didn't listen.
Everyone else talked about you for it. I said something to you about it. Of course you got ticked at me.
I'm tired of initiating the conversations.
I don't care how "important" you are, you're still a jerk and a bully.
Say that to me again, and you'll be picking yourself up off the floor.
This post is going to be composed of things I didn't say. They are for specific people, but I'm not going to say who. Some of the people will be able to see them, either in my blog, my facebook or my livejournal, and some of them probably will never know this exists. If you think one of the statements is about you, realize that I'm not mad at you, and I don't mean offense. If you really want to talk about it you can contact me, ok? Just please refrain from doing so in public comments.
Ok, disclaimer over: here we go!
Hey You!
I knew. I only acted surprised because you expected me to.
It sucks that you were only my friend because you had a crush on me.
I didn't expect you to come back. You know why? You were so insistent you wouldn't leave. You were trying to convince yourself, not me.
The first time you made me feel stupid I figured I was being a ditz. The second time you made me feel stupid I decided you were a jerk.
I wish we could actually be friends.
Stop saying that, you don't know what other people think of you (obviously).
Just because I have a crush on you doesn't mean I expect you to have one on me, too.
I didn't need a break, I wasn't busy. I was just tired of dealing with you and your garbage, and I'm surprised you don't seem to have caught on to that.
I'm sorry I was such a jerk. You just caught me off guard.
You know what, your opinion isn't fact. I know that must shock you.
Acting like everything is ok doesn't make it ok.
I told you. You didn't listen.
Everyone else talked about you for it. I said something to you about it. Of course you got ticked at me.
I'm tired of initiating the conversations.
I don't care how "important" you are, you're still a jerk and a bully.
Say that to me again, and you'll be picking yourself up off the floor.
Friday, May 01, 2009
Why I won't get a tattoo
Dear Friend,
There are many reasons for me not to get a tattoo. The biggest being that I can't imagine any image or words that I would want permanently inked into my flesh for the rest of my life. Another biggie is that my dear mum would disown me, which would be inconvenient as I still live with my parents. There's also the, what's the word, stigma? that goes along with tattoos, particularly around some religious people. Add to that, my major fear of needles and my skin remains unmarked.
But I like tattoos. I like the art, and the story or significance of tattoos.
True story, my dad, before he was married, planned to get a tattoo, but since he is also afraid of needles he got drunk beforehand and the shop refused to tattoo a drunk person.
There was an article on a Christian site I go to about making the decision about whether or not to get ink. Unfortunately, the article is split in two parts, and it won't be finished until next week. Personally, I don't think it's a sin, but I wouldn't recommend it.
There's a nearby town that I've seen at least three different tattoo shops in. Understandably there are a lot of people with ink around there. Most of the choices they've made seem really unfortunate in my eyes. I can't tell you how many different girls I've seen with words written across the backs of their necks. I think it's not pretty. I don't mind tattoos there, but words seem out of place. (No offense meant if you have words on your neck) I met a girl in Colorado who regretted her neck tattoo and always wore her hair in a loose, low bun to try and hide it.
I've seen, mostly in pictures online, tattoos where a necklace would fall on a persons chest. I can't fathom that.
If I ever were to get one, it probably wouldn't be where anyone could see; like my upper back. That would work, since I'm not in the habit of wearing halter tops or anything... yeah. Oh, you know what would be cute there? Little wings! Or would that be cheesy? Doesn't matter, it won't ever happen anyway.
There are many reasons for me not to get a tattoo. The biggest being that I can't imagine any image or words that I would want permanently inked into my flesh for the rest of my life. Another biggie is that my dear mum would disown me, which would be inconvenient as I still live with my parents. There's also the, what's the word, stigma? that goes along with tattoos, particularly around some religious people. Add to that, my major fear of needles and my skin remains unmarked.
But I like tattoos. I like the art, and the story or significance of tattoos.
True story, my dad, before he was married, planned to get a tattoo, but since he is also afraid of needles he got drunk beforehand and the shop refused to tattoo a drunk person.
There was an article on a Christian site I go to about making the decision about whether or not to get ink. Unfortunately, the article is split in two parts, and it won't be finished until next week. Personally, I don't think it's a sin, but I wouldn't recommend it.
There's a nearby town that I've seen at least three different tattoo shops in. Understandably there are a lot of people with ink around there. Most of the choices they've made seem really unfortunate in my eyes. I can't tell you how many different girls I've seen with words written across the backs of their necks. I think it's not pretty. I don't mind tattoos there, but words seem out of place. (No offense meant if you have words on your neck) I met a girl in Colorado who regretted her neck tattoo and always wore her hair in a loose, low bun to try and hide it.
I've seen, mostly in pictures online, tattoos where a necklace would fall on a persons chest. I can't fathom that.
If I ever were to get one, it probably wouldn't be where anyone could see; like my upper back. That would work, since I'm not in the habit of wearing halter tops or anything... yeah. Oh, you know what would be cute there? Little wings! Or would that be cheesy? Doesn't matter, it won't ever happen anyway.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Facebook, blogger, livejournal, DeviantArt, message boards.... highly overrated
Dear Friend,
I did something amazingly therapeutic last night. I wrote in my pen and paper journal. I've sadly neglected that thing for far too long. I've gotten so caught up in writing things online. My writing changed from "this is what I think" into "I wonder what people will think of what I think?"
That has caused something of a strange blow to my self-esteem. I think I'll try writing just for me in the book more often. I don't know if that will cause my blogging to be more infrequent or not. I suppose it doesn't matter if it does, does it?
Love ya'll!
I did something amazingly therapeutic last night. I wrote in my pen and paper journal. I've sadly neglected that thing for far too long. I've gotten so caught up in writing things online. My writing changed from "this is what I think" into "I wonder what people will think of what I think?"
That has caused something of a strange blow to my self-esteem. I think I'll try writing just for me in the book more often. I don't know if that will cause my blogging to be more infrequent or not. I suppose it doesn't matter if it does, does it?
Love ya'll!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I don't actually like Fred Astaire, mind you
Dear Friend,
It's Easter, and of course as far as television goes that means the usual movies. With TCM that includes Easter Parade with Fred Astaire, Judy Garland, and lots of songs for who knows what reason. I've yet to find a point to this movie (I said "point", not "plot" because the plot is quite clear. Fred's character is dropped by his dancing partner and he says he can take anyone and make her into just as good a dancer as his ex-partner, if not better) yet I watch it every few years. The weird thing is, I don't like Fred Astaire. Yeah, the man could dance, but I didn't like his singing or talking voice, and somehow he annoys me.
The man, however, could also play the drums. I've always been fascinated by drummers. I can play (or fake my way through) a few instruments, but they each only involve mostly my hands. Drums need hands and feet, all hitting a rhythm at different points. I can only keep a beat with extreme concentration. I admire drummers.
As such, I enjoy the dance number "Drum Crazy" in Easter Parade. I'm putting it here, so you can enjoy it, too.
(If you're reading this in Facebook and can't see the video, it should be on my wall)
It's Easter, and of course as far as television goes that means the usual movies. With TCM that includes Easter Parade with Fred Astaire, Judy Garland, and lots of songs for who knows what reason. I've yet to find a point to this movie (I said "point", not "plot" because the plot is quite clear. Fred's character is dropped by his dancing partner and he says he can take anyone and make her into just as good a dancer as his ex-partner, if not better) yet I watch it every few years. The weird thing is, I don't like Fred Astaire. Yeah, the man could dance, but I didn't like his singing or talking voice, and somehow he annoys me.
The man, however, could also play the drums. I've always been fascinated by drummers. I can play (or fake my way through) a few instruments, but they each only involve mostly my hands. Drums need hands and feet, all hitting a rhythm at different points. I can only keep a beat with extreme concentration. I admire drummers.
As such, I enjoy the dance number "Drum Crazy" in Easter Parade. I'm putting it here, so you can enjoy it, too.
(If you're reading this in Facebook and can't see the video, it should be on my wall)
Thursday, April 09, 2009
How has no one heard of him?
Dear Friend,
(This could be a long story, but I think it's worth reading, so, please, stick with me here.)
I've gotten a new "mania" and his name is Albert Campion. You've probably never heard of him. It's a pity, too. Somehow, despite the obsession with adapting mystery novels into TV shows or movies there's only been one series (two seasons long) with Campion in them. Agatha Christie is done to stinkin' death, but I'd never heard of Margery Allingham until I went nuts over Peter Davison. It all started with the TV series All Creatures Great and Small. I loved the books, and when I saw the show on DVD at the library I picked it up to try it. I liked it, just not as much as my parents, and the one week check out period quickly burned me out on watching it. I liked the characters, Christopher Timothy as James Herriot, Robert Hardy as Siegfried Farnon, and Peter Davison as Tristan Farnon. It was cute, but not that cute.
Frankly, the story would probably have ended here if it hadn't been for the move to Virginia. My family was stuck in an RV for months and we had no friends to visit and no cable to watch. Thankfully, Barnes and Noble had their usual "Buy two get one free" sale just about the time that we couldn't take watching two static filled channels anymore. Normally, I wouldn't look at B&N's DVD selection twice, since their so expensive, but this was appealing. Their shelves are filled with British television, and if there is one thing I love, it's British television! We could only find the first two seasons of ACGAS, but it was enough to get me to pay more attention.
Shortly after that we signed up for Netflix, and got the rest of the series. Looking around Netflix and typing in actors names to see what else they were in brought to my attention, Peter Davison was Dr. Who! I knew very little about Dr. Who, but I knew that was interesting if not impressive. One day, I was watching one of my many "British talkies" as my Dad calls them, and saw a preview for Campion. My Mom and I pointed at the TV and said in unison, "That's Tristan!" I hopped on over to Netflix and put the two seasons in my queue.
I also put the "Last Detective" series on, and love those, too, but I'm not crazy about them. I just mention it because for awhile there, Netflix told me, "You seem to like Peter Davison, why not try... (various Dr. Who discs)" whish I found amusing.
I just want to know why Campion isn't more popular! I realize that not too many fictional detectives achieve rock star status, but if I say Sherlock Holmes and Watson, you know who I'm talking about. You probably know who Hercule Poirot is, too. You may even know Lord Peter Whimsey! But I have yet to find anyone who knows Campion.
I can't even find the books! I went to the used book store that has a huge mystery section that practically smacks you in the face as you enter the front door, but no Campion. (Most mystery sections seem to start and end with "C" for Christie. Such a sad state of affairs.)
How has this happened? Shall I start a campaign for Campion? The world needs more owlish glasses and "people" who would write like this "The main thing to remember in autobiography, I have always thought, is not to let any damned modesty creep in to spoil the story. This adventure is mine, Albert Campion’s, and I am fairly certain that I was pretty near brilliant in it . .." about themselves.
We need more of him, I think, on TV.
"‘His name is Albert Campion,’ she said. ‘He came down in Anne Edgeware’s car, and the first thing he did when he was introduced to me was to show me a conjuring trick with a two-headed penny—he’s quite inoffensive, just a silly ass.’
Abbershaw nodded and stared covertly at the fresh-faced young man with the tow-coloured hair and the foolish, pale-blue eyes behind tortoiseshell—rimmed spectacles, and wondered where he had seen him before."
He doesn't even have a Facebook or Livejournal group, that's just wrong.
Edited to add:
After about an hour searching Youtube this is all I found that had Campion in it... sigh.
(This could be a long story, but I think it's worth reading, so, please, stick with me here.)
I've gotten a new "mania" and his name is Albert Campion. You've probably never heard of him. It's a pity, too. Somehow, despite the obsession with adapting mystery novels into TV shows or movies there's only been one series (two seasons long) with Campion in them. Agatha Christie is done to stinkin' death, but I'd never heard of Margery Allingham until I went nuts over Peter Davison. It all started with the TV series All Creatures Great and Small. I loved the books, and when I saw the show on DVD at the library I picked it up to try it. I liked it, just not as much as my parents, and the one week check out period quickly burned me out on watching it. I liked the characters, Christopher Timothy as James Herriot, Robert Hardy as Siegfried Farnon, and Peter Davison as Tristan Farnon. It was cute, but not that cute.
Frankly, the story would probably have ended here if it hadn't been for the move to Virginia. My family was stuck in an RV for months and we had no friends to visit and no cable to watch. Thankfully, Barnes and Noble had their usual "Buy two get one free" sale just about the time that we couldn't take watching two static filled channels anymore. Normally, I wouldn't look at B&N's DVD selection twice, since their so expensive, but this was appealing. Their shelves are filled with British television, and if there is one thing I love, it's British television! We could only find the first two seasons of ACGAS, but it was enough to get me to pay more attention.
Shortly after that we signed up for Netflix, and got the rest of the series. Looking around Netflix and typing in actors names to see what else they were in brought to my attention, Peter Davison was Dr. Who! I knew very little about Dr. Who, but I knew that was interesting if not impressive. One day, I was watching one of my many "British talkies" as my Dad calls them, and saw a preview for Campion. My Mom and I pointed at the TV and said in unison, "That's Tristan!" I hopped on over to Netflix and put the two seasons in my queue.
I also put the "Last Detective" series on, and love those, too, but I'm not crazy about them. I just mention it because for awhile there, Netflix told me, "You seem to like Peter Davison, why not try... (various Dr. Who discs)" whish I found amusing.
I just want to know why Campion isn't more popular! I realize that not too many fictional detectives achieve rock star status, but if I say Sherlock Holmes and Watson, you know who I'm talking about. You probably know who Hercule Poirot is, too. You may even know Lord Peter Whimsey! But I have yet to find anyone who knows Campion.
I can't even find the books! I went to the used book store that has a huge mystery section that practically smacks you in the face as you enter the front door, but no Campion. (Most mystery sections seem to start and end with "C" for Christie. Such a sad state of affairs.)
How has this happened? Shall I start a campaign for Campion? The world needs more owlish glasses and "people" who would write like this "The main thing to remember in autobiography, I have always thought, is not to let any damned modesty creep in to spoil the story. This adventure is mine, Albert Campion’s, and I am fairly certain that I was pretty near brilliant in it . .." about themselves.
We need more of him, I think, on TV.
"‘His name is Albert Campion,’ she said. ‘He came down in Anne Edgeware’s car, and the first thing he did when he was introduced to me was to show me a conjuring trick with a two-headed penny—he’s quite inoffensive, just a silly ass.’
Abbershaw nodded and stared covertly at the fresh-faced young man with the tow-coloured hair and the foolish, pale-blue eyes behind tortoiseshell—rimmed spectacles, and wondered where he had seen him before."
He doesn't even have a Facebook or Livejournal group, that's just wrong.
Edited to add:
After about an hour searching Youtube this is all I found that had Campion in it... sigh.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Weird idea
Dear Friend,
I was out shopping today, grocery shopping and the like, and caught a reflection of myself in one of the freezer case doors. I realized that my pants would make a perfect start to a Yakko costume! They're wide-leg khakis that require me to not only wear a belt to keep them up, but also require high heel shoes to keep them from dragging on the ground. I figure all I need is a black shirt and some white gloves. Can't be too hard to find, right? And if I really want to go for it, I could make some ears.
It might be awesome!
Should I do it?
I was out shopping today, grocery shopping and the like, and caught a reflection of myself in one of the freezer case doors. I realized that my pants would make a perfect start to a Yakko costume! They're wide-leg khakis that require me to not only wear a belt to keep them up, but also require high heel shoes to keep them from dragging on the ground. I figure all I need is a black shirt and some white gloves. Can't be too hard to find, right? And if I really want to go for it, I could make some ears.
It might be awesome!
Should I do it?
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