This is an amazing movie. The story is terribly sad, horrible, actually. But, it is tempered by the science/technology and advances in medicine due to research from Mrs. Lacks cells.
I give it 4/5 star rating because it was so sad during a couple of parts, I almost had to turn it off.
Looney Tunes. My very favorite was Bugs Bunny, followed closely by Foghorn Leghorn.
Cathy and I always agreed that our first introduction to classical music and opera was Looney Tunes.
- Tales from the Vienna Woods Op. 325 by Johann Strauss II
- The Blue Danube by Johann Strauss II
- Dance of the Comedians by Bedrich Smetana
- Minute Waltz in D-flat by Frederic Chopin
- Morning, Noon, and Night in Vienna by Franz Von Suppe
- The Barber of Seville Overture by Gioachino Rossini
- Beethoven's 7th by Ludwig Van Beethoven
- Traumerei by Robert Schumann
- Largo Al Factotum by Gioachino Rossini
- Hungarian Dances by Johannes Brahms
- The William Tell Overture by Gioachino Rossini
- Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 by Franz Liszt
- Overture from The Flying Dutchman by Richard Wagner
- Pilgrim's Chorus by Richard Wagner
- Ride of the Valkyries by Richard Wagner
Kiiiiiilllll da Wabbit, kiiillll da Wabbit!
Gemini is the third sign of the zodiac, and those born under this sign will be quick to tell you all about it. That's because they love to talk! The great strength of the Gemini-born is in their ability to communicate effectively and to think clearly. Adventures of the mind are what the Twins are all about. They also love to share themselves with their friends, and they make for charming companions.
That's a really flattering description, and truth be told, modesty thrown to the wind, I'd like to think it fits me. I do like to talk, but I don't monopolize a conversation. I know how to listen without interrupting, I do pay attention, and ask for clarification, or more information if something strikes my fancy.
Those of you here who have met me in the real world, does this description fit me at all?
This is a bizarre one. I was with a group of my coworkers at one of those Escape Room arcades / centers, whatever they're called. We had to find clues and unlock the door before sun down and the resident vampires set upon us.
The room looked like an office / library combo, with shelves and shelves of books, paintings on the wall, three or four library card filing cabinets, a roll top desk with at least a dozen tiny drawers, well, you get the picture. We had to solve riddles to find the next clue, time was running out, and I woke up before we could escape. I was actually sweaty and panting.
- REO - Take It on the Run
- Collective Soul - Gel
- Alice Cooper - Eighteen
- Eric Clapton - Layla
- Foreigner - I Want To Know What Love Is
- System of a Down - Toxicity
- Metallica - One
- Etta James - Don't Touch Me
- Steely Dan - Deacon Blue
- Rob Zombie - Thunderbird Kiss 1965
In early 1984, while I was pregnant with Sean, Jeff and I decided to move to a bigger house. We had everything finalized and were just waiting to begin moving our stuff. My mother and I had a shopping trip planned, but I needed to stop at the City Utilities office and get the bill transferred to our name, before I went to pick her up.
It was January or February, and pretty cold outside and I was wearing a long sleeved tee shirt and down vest. The CU office was an inferno, hot enough to sweat, so the vest came off almost immediately. I had to stand in line for a long time and when it was my turn I was panting. The lady behind the counter said, "I'm hurrying, I promise. We'll get you out of here in just a couple of minutes!"
True to her word, we finished up and as I was making a bee-line for the door, I started seeing sparkling lights in my eyes. The next thing I know I wake up, lying flat on my back in the middle of the CU lobby with five or six people standing over me... one was a policeman. The only thing I could think to say was, "I'm not on drugs! I'm pregnant!"
- Mark Wahlberg served forty-five days in jail for an unprovoked, racially motivated attack in 1988 that left one of the two victims blind.
- Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was a HUGE Star Trek fan. At an NAACP fundraiser at UCLA, he convinced Nichelle Nichols to stay on the show when she was thinking about leaving to work on Broadway.
- Bill Murray was arrested in 1970 for trying to smuggle ten pounds of marijuana through Chicago's O'Hare Airport.
- Greta Garbo once disclosed to a close friend, "Mr. Hitler was big on me. He kept writing and inviting me to come to Germany. If the war hadn't started when it did, I would have gone and I would have taken a gun out of my purse and shot him, because I am the only person who would not have been searched."
- Woody Harrelson's father, Charles, was a contract killer. He also made claim that he was one of the three tramps at the Texas School Book Depository that shot President Kennedy.
April 18, 2017 - Completely Useless Facts
- In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world's nuclear weapons combined.
- Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married.
- Women blink nearly twice as much as men.
- "Go." is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.
- No word in in the English language rhymes with "month".
- A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.
- Money isn't made from paper, it's made from cotton.
- In the 1830s, ketchup was sold as medicine.
- There are no clocks in Las Vegas casinos.
You Can't Be Twenty on Sugar Mountain
This evening, my sister invited me to her home for dinner, it was our Easter Celebration, since everyone has obligations tomorrow, but was free tonight. Remind me later to tell you about the newest member of our family, Miles, who was born in January. He's a keeper!
Anyway, on my drive home, Sugar Mountain was playing on the radio. I've always known this song, Neal released it in 1969 -- if you're counting, that's 48 years ago.
Tonight, I got it. Even though I'm not old, I'm no longer young.
My great nieces and nephews are in their twenties, just beginning their lives. I remember doing that, but I have nothing in common with them, nothing to say that they can relate to. I'm on the outside looking in.
It stung for a few seconds, but I got over it. When I arrived home, Leslie and the wiener kids had arrived a few minutes ahead of me, with new clothes to wear to church tomorrow morning. We had a fashion show, discussed accessories, hair styles, nail polish, etc., and I decided that even though I can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain, being the Mema is a really good head space.
The Stolen Kiss by Jean-Honore Fragonard. Cathy and I were fortunate enough to see this painting at the Art Institute of Chicago in 1990, when they had a HUGE collection of paintings on loan from the Leningrad Museum. We saw Matisse, Manet, Monet, Picasso, Gauguin, but we kept going back to this one. It was mesmerizing. Are the lovers engaged? Is this a clandestine tryst? Is he a servant? Is he married? Is she? I can and do make up stories in my head about what's going on and why they have to hide their love.
The Taj Mahal. Now, I'm completely aware that the woman who is entombed there, Mumtaz Mahal, died in childbirth, delivering her 14th child. I know that it is a monument to the sub-human subjugation and mistreatment of women. I get that, truly I do. But..every time I see a photo in a magazine or on television, the sheer beauty makes me catch my breath.
Honestly, I try to imagine visiting the slave trade / auction sites in the American Southern States and trying to find beauty there, and it makes me feel nauseous and sweaty. However, the Taj Mahal... I long to see it, it sings a sweet siren song to my soul, 'come, come to me and you'll find peace'.
What is your favorite way to get lost in simple activity, what's it like when you're in "the zone"?
I've written about this before, but it something I truly enjoy and don't mind talking about it again. I call my activity Wandering Aimlessly.
This began back in the late 90's, after I became fully "netified". I'd be watching a movie or television show, hear something that piqued my interest, and do a web search. Then, I'd just start clicking on random links, going wherever they took me.
I've wasted entire afternoons, truthfully, just wandering from page to page with no real destination. It's simply amazing the knowledge one can gain by reading things that others feel is pertinent enough to post on a website... the validity and usefulness is strictly up to the wanderer, but it just about my favorite pastime that does not include other people.
It's been busy ag mo theach so I'm playing catch up.
Puddles aka Mike Geier doing 'I Who Have Nothing', originally recorded in 1963 by Ben E. King, but the version most will remember is Tom Jones version in 1970.