Basically, just another blog
I’m deeply ashamed of myself for not blogging in so long. Twenty days, for those of you keeping score. As in, just a day shy of three full weeks. FOR SHAME.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m going to start in earnest now. Maybe tomorrow. In the mean time, I leave you with this. Kisses!
..the first time I ever saw “The Rocky Horror Picture Show?” It was some time in the late 80s. A friend took me to a midnight screening (of course) on the East side of Cleveland, in a glorious, run-down old theater that actually had a balcony. It was fabulous from start to finish, but specifically, I won a fabulous prize. Before the movie started, one of the “hosts” went into the audience and held a number of silly contests. I won a can huggy (long since gone, sadly) by guessing exactly what vegetable he had in his pants.
It was a squash. And that is why, to this day, watching RHPS makes me think of squash.
The incomparable Louis Armstrong, La Vie en Rose:
Bonus! A Kiss to Build a Dream On:
This weekend I watched a documentary on one of our many cable channels about the making of the Vegas show, “LOVE,” a collaboration between The Beatles and Cirque Du Soleil. The documentary was pretty good, and as for the show itself, it looks really good. I’d definitely catch it if I had a chance.
Watching it brought back so many memories. I’ve been basically obsessed with The Beatles since I was about 13 years old. I can’t explain why I got interested in them, or what it was that fascinated me so, but it was a straight-up obsession. My parents, who were past the target demographic when The Beatles were sprung upon the world in the 60s, were not sympathetic, but they did indulge me by buying me my first Beatles album and then allowing me to spend my allowance on later ones, as well as playing them at fairly loud volume on the old cabinet record player in the basement. They did not raise an eyebrow when I checked out every book that our local library had with anything to do with The Beatles, wrote many school papers about them, and later rented every Beatles-related item our video store carried.
I remember the day that John Lennon died very vividly. I was in the 8th grade. My mother heard about it on The Today Show, and came to the bathroom where I was getting ready for school to break the news. I was devastated…but she still made me go to school that day. My English teacher, who was a young, hip type (and whose name I sadly cannot remember), mercifully was sympathetic and spent nearly all of our class that day talking about John, The Beatles, and what an impact they’d had. (Plenty of kids I went to school with in the suburbs of Cleveland were depressingly unaware of The Beatles or anything else that wasn’t played in heavy rotation on WMMS at that time.)
Any way, I’m still pretty obsessed with The Beatles. Here’s one of my favorites:
Here is my obligatory “Happy Holidays!” post. But I’m really sincere. I hope my readers (all three of you) have a wonderful holiday, and a new year that’s full of hope and possibilities. Make resolutions, if that’s what you do, but wait until next week to do it. This weekend, just enjoy yourself.
My own Christmas plans involve sitting on my ass a lot, eating what I feel like eating without counting any WW points, playing WoW every night and some afternoons, and bemoaning the fact that I have zero freelance hours for December (and therefore no check in January). Oh well, at least I have time off work until January 2. And my father is visiting us, which helps distract The Bean. Also, our weather is decent here – no blizzards, ice storms, or anything else terribly inconvenient.
Things I Hate About the Holiday Season:
Things I Love About the Holiday Season:
Merry Christmas, everyone.
