Wednesday, January 5, 2022

booty call with dave and buster

My intention had been to drive straight through to Savannah, no stops along the way.

My bladder had a difference of opinion.

So, I stopped at Dave & Buster's, something I haven't done in years, with my five game cards in my pocket.

After a pit stop, I played a few ticket-giving games, realizing they were half-price - oh, wow, this was Wednesday!

Okay, I thought, may as well burn through these scant 'chips' and cash in before I leave!

When my fourth spin on the Pirate Wheel netted the maximum of 1000 tickets, I did just that.

The trick was then finding what booty to collect!

That clear-sided computer speaker was my first grab, then the cool orange socks... but what else... the three wooden Christmas ornaments (the clerk said photo holders), and the RAWR and Lla-lla-ma-zing stickers - yes, those would do nicely!

Procuring those seven items managed to completely use up all 'chips' on four of the cards, as well as all tickets on 1 of them.

That one went into the trash; the card with the pirate on the front will grace my fridge as a magnet; and I left behind two of the cards on top of a machine for someone else.

My original card, which still has enough 'chips' and tickets went back to my travel bag for another day of play in the future.

Total cost to me for more than an hour of play and all this swag: zero, zip, zilch, nada.

I even got back home when I had originally planned to, at 3 PM!

That means I can catch Neo and Trinity... and so I shall!

Gotta get in my free A*List movies!

(smile!)

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

comparison and contrast - what a fun day!

Subtitle: Vicarious Living Through Aunt Tina, Daytona and MOAS, part 3

Today, I visited part of the grounds that I had not yet.
Wait, let me start over.
Once upon a time, I'd gone over to the Cici and Hyatt Brown Museum of Art at the Museum of Arts and Sciences, but, for whatever reason, it was closed.
That was the one and only time I'd driven to its location.
(MOAS also has another building down in Port Orange, but that will await another trip.)
Finally, today was deemed 'the day', as I'd fully enjoyed all the new exhibits and the Planetarium - and even the garden and walking trail - at the main structure.
This is part of the 12-panel painting in the lobby.
The plaques mounted on the rail in front of several panels listed the various native species of flora and fauna in the depicted scenes.
I could clearly see that the artist had taken care to include as many of each as possible, to let the viewer know what a special place Florida is... and that it is the place the artist calls 'home'.
Lots of marsh, lots of water, lots of palm trees.
(smile!)
But what really drew me in was the summertime shower, there to the left of that oasis of trees.
I cannot tell you how many times one of those spot showers would catch me unaware while I was at school in Tallahassee!
Sure, it would only last five minutes, but those were solid buckets of water raining down that entire time!
The artist captured that crazy bit of weather very well!
So did these other artists, all part of an exhibit that featured various phenomena peculiar to this US peninsula, as well as other East Coast states.
I think these paintings do a better job with depicting hurricanes than photographs, or even videos, do.
I'm sure it has to do with the energy caught in the bristles of the paint brush and left behind as a textured eye-catcher.
(smile!)
A rain-washed street in St. Augustine was the first to encourage me to compare and contrast.
The small upper painting and the large painting are of the same scene, by the same artist, but each showing a different perspective, even adding more people and splashes of red from one impression to the other.
Nice of the museum to include both!
In another room of that gallery was "The Seminole And The Everglades" exhibit, which included these gems to spark a conversation in my mind.
Again, the same artist is responsible for both, with the same swamp scene as the focal point.
Here's the difference: the work on the left is an engraving, made for publication in a magazine, whereas the work on the right is an oil painting made in his studio and based on his engraving.
Obviously, it's based on his memory, too, as it shows a sunlit scene and rich color.
Very nice illustration of how the remembered image in the mind can differ from reality!
What about a comparison of a similar scene as seen through the eyes of different artists?
I'm so glad you asked!
The upper was done by 32-year-old William Drown, while the lower was painted by 49-year-old Frank Shapleigh, with both showing an old kitchen in St. Augustine.
It should be noted that the paintings were done fairly close in time to each other.
I think it's notable that the younger man's scene is brighter and better lit, giving almost a sense of hopefulness or romanticism to the room.
On the other hand, the painting by the older man is darker, with a more dilapidated air to what was once the heart of the house.
I wonder what may have been going on in their lives when they did these?
Those two were part of the permanent collection, always on view in the upper gallery.
I wanted to concentrate on the new, temporary exhibits on this trip. 
On to "The Latest News From Florida - Wood Engravings From 19th Century Periodicals"!
The docent, Anne, was very informative - I'm so glad I happened to be there on a Tuesday, as that's the only day she is present!
When I'd explained that I'd seen the video about making prints from engravings, she'd brought me straight away to the room with this exhibit.
Many of the works here dealt with wars and skirmishes during the 1800's, but this scene captured my imagination.
Was this military base being threatened by a hurricane and just how close was it to water?
Those questions would remain unanswered.
Well, who was the artist that had made this drawing of Fort Pickens?
That question would only have the vague response of "Mrs. Lt. Gilman"... seriously.
At least Harper's Weekly gave her that much credit, which was remarkable for the time (1861).
While this was the only piece marked with her name, there were other drawings of Fort Pickens that were too similar in penstroke to not have been done by her hand.
Those had been ascribed simply as having been done by someone stationed there.
Very interesting!
On I went to the next little room, this one with the playful title "Gone Fishin' " for its exhibit.
And there it was, taking up much of one wall: a foursome featuring a famous author and his buddy out for a fishing trip.
This photo is of the last one of trio of watercolors in "Hemingway Among The Sharks", along with text recounting the conversation between him and the artist, Waldo Peirce.
(If you get a chance to see this, take the time to ready the spidery handwriting - it's a hoot!) 
Above the three watercolors done on paper was a much larger piece which was an oil painting on canvas.
This was done for the same gory scene as shown in that last watercolor, but made more vivid and with a real sense of the frantic actions involved in killing the shark.
There's absolutely no doubt that the brush strokes shown in the oil medium made this fishing expedition every bit something that a he-man like Hemingway - and his good buddy, Waldo - would engage in.
At the time of the paintings in 1928, the author was only 29 years old; the painter was 48, making him the "old man" in the fight with the denizens of the sea.
I'll let that allusion to a literary work just percolate there on the back burner...
get it?
(smile!)
As a last showing from this particular exhibit, how about a more humorous turn?
This net full of mermaids would have been deemed a perfect catch by my middle brother!
Thinking of how much he would have enjoyed it made me smile - and that was very good.
I'm fairly certain this is one of Ralph Cahoon's pieces, especially as it is such a whimsical scene.
I made note of another of his works, "Palm Beach Bridge Club", with very similar mermaids playing cards, for the physicist, so I'm sure I'm right.
(smile!)
Now, to shuffle back to the suite at DBR and start emptying the fridge for one last dinner here within view of the the Atlantic.
Later, my dears!
(smile!)

Monday, January 3, 2022

a book to burn amd skies above

Subtitle: Vicarious Living Through Aunt Tina, Daytona and MOAS, part 2
 
The thunderstorm that woke me early this morning had washed the sky clear of grungy gray clouds, leaving a crystal blue in its wake, spotted with puffs of white.
No cloud cover also meant cooler temperatures - like, 20 degrees cooler than yesterday.
No worries for me, I'd planned ahead!
As I said yesterday, I still had much more to see at the Museum of Arts and Sciences, plus things to see again.
But first, to take in one of my favorite scenes here in Daytona Beach: this beautiful bridge that leads to Beach Street, location of the post office and lots of quirky shops and a nice variety of restaurants.
You'll notice I didn't take a photo of those.
This view along the International Speedway was the object of my affection!
Then on to MOAS, with my first stop being that crazy, brilliantly hued, running dog of Messersmith!
What an inspired, and whimsical, touch to have his tongue streaming along in the wind he's generating with his speed!
Also whimsical is the plastic skeleton of ... the dog? Oh, no! - of a person, along for the ride inside!
Fabulous, utterly fabulous!
I could sit and look at this one piece for an hour, easily, seeing nuances missed from my visit to it twice yesterday.
I do enjoy his other works, especially his repurposing of found items into the shadow boxes at the bottom of the large frames... I do... but this dog is magical!
My musings were interrupted by a text message from Paul in California.
"Chat?" was the only word.
"Can do!" was my response, as I headed for the garden and the walking trails.
He's home recovering from surgery on Stage 1 prostate cancer, so it was definitely an important call and a chance for me to brighten his day.
(smile!) 
He's normally quite active, so these weeks of rest prescribed by his doctor are a bit of a drain on his energy and good humor.
I talked at some length about the exhibits at the museum and my NYE experience; he gave me an in-depth mental image of the surgery he'd endured as well as the kudos from his doctor for the physical exercise he'd done to prepare for it.
In no time, an hour had passed and it was time for the 2 PM "The Sky Tonight" show, with Christian's live presentation!
Right place, right time!
As it turns out, the Quadrantid meteor shower begins tonight, running for the next twelve days.
I think the photo from the Hubble may be my best chance to see it, unless I want to get up about 0430 - only if I'm still up at that time!
Meanwhile, I did take the opportunity between shows to bounce to the Bouchelle Gallery for International Decorative Arts to view again these star-crossed lovers.
Romeo and Juliet, captured in a tender moment in this stained glass door - so lovely to share with my first niece!
Back to the Planetarium again, to catch - for real! - the animated video about "The Little Star That Could" at 3 PM.
Did you know that Ceres is now regarded as another planet in the area of the Milky Way Galaxy where we live?
Yep, that's true: the Solar System now officially includes two dwarf planets, not just Pluto.
I asked if Ceres was being included in classroom talks; not yet.
Over to the Root Family Museum I wandered afterward, to visit the pharmacy exhibit and the trains.
This collection of signs made me laugh out loud!
I guess that "QUIET" was meant for folks retired to bed, not retired from work! 

Oh, my, I was just about to wrap this up and saw I had not mentioned the Artful Books 2021 exhibit!
That will never do, especially as there were a couple of them in the Karshan Center of Graphic Arts that held meaning for me.
This one was the first to draw me in.
Martin Eduardo Casuso had strung together paper photos of his recently deceased brother, as well as sketches and diary entries, and then affixed incense sticks.
The work is titled "Designed To Burn".
 I think my brother Ronnie would have liked it.
The other book that grabbed my heart was from a memory shared with the physicist.
We had just seen "No Exit" at Muse Arts Warehouse, and, as I recall, it was a first experience with that play for both of us.
After it, we stood in the parking lot, talking, eventually moving ourselves and our conversation under the full moon to the Tybee pier... and leading to me writing a song/poem/rap.
So, what brought that up?
Jeannette Stargala took her copy of the play, shed its cover, and rolled it into a tight cylinder before mounting it to its stand, titling the piece "No Exit (Closed Society)".
Not only is there no exit, there's no entrance, either.
Nicely done!
(smile!)

Sunday, January 2, 2022

heavens above and starlite hotdog

Subtitle: Vicarious Living Through Aunt Tina, Daytona and MOAS, part 1

I did, indeed, make it to MOAS in time for the 1 PM planetarium show!
I'm not saying I understood much of it, as it was heavy on physics, but I certainly appreciated the science and math presented.
Titled "Unveiling The Invisible Universe", it included a visible comparison of the change in wavelength that accompanies a change in frequency, as well as talk of neutrinos and quarks and all manner of things the bfe would have enjoyed.
I also had a ticket for the 3 PM show in the Lowell And Nancy Lohman Family Planetarium.
(Yes, quite a mouthful, and I honestly did not notice any changes except to the signage outside and what may have been new doors.)
About that mid-afternoon show: it wasn't the one posted, but no one complained.
After all, we got the see the razzamatazz laser show normally reserved for Saturdays!
My only guess is that the young man, Christian, in charge of the planetarium was as confused about the day of the week as much as the rest of us were.
You see, MOAS was closed for New Year's Day, which was yesterday... which was a Saturday.
Then, today, a Sunday, MOAS was open again... but it sure felt like a Saturday!
So, instead of "The Little Star That Could", we were treated to "Electro-Laze", with lots of modern music and some spectacular graphics overhead!
How super-duper cool for the ten or so of us attending!
I even went ahead and got a ticket for the 4 PM "Hubble Universe" show, which was "live" as it had Christian providing a talk to go along with the images of the history of this telescope, its tie-in to the Shuttle program, and the launch on Christmas of the Webb telescope.
I thought it marvelous that the Hubble's 30th anniversary photo - of the Cosmic Reef - has been designated as the first image the new telescope will capture.
I'll look forward to that!
So, why such a fascination with the planetarium?
I've always liked them.
The Savannah Science Museum had one and I loved that informed look at the night sky.
Then, that museum closed, and the nearest planetarium is now in Statesboro.
To complicate matters, it's on the GaSoU campus, so parking is an issue.
That's why I've only been once in recent memory.
 
I figured I'd take in all the star shows that I could on this trip!
I'd originally planned on just the 1 PM and 3 PM today, with the 2 PM and 4 PM tomorrow.
Then I realized tomorrow is Monday and that last show would put me out into the 5 o'clock traffic rush.
No, thanks!
And now, with the confusion over which day of the week it was affecting the 3 PM show today, I can catch the regularly scheduled one tomorrow at 3, after the 2.
Perfect!
Of course, I took in some arts between all those courses of science!
In the Chapman S. Root Hall, adjacent to the Planetarium, was a new exhibit, "The Golden Age Of Graphic Arts: French And Belgian Posters From 1890-1930".
Good timing for me, as it leaves next Sunday!
These were all advertisements, done in Art Deco and Art Nouveau styles, with the latter being all swirls and flourishes (like in this coffee ad) and the latter all lines and angles.
Accordingly, these designs came about in the Roaring Twenties and the Belle Epoch, respectively, and I liked both quite well.
"Eclectic" - yes, that's for me!
That's a fifty-cent word for taste all over the place... including my affinity for another new exhibit, "Farm Life And Other Scenes: The Art Of Henry George Keller".
This display will remain in the North Wing Corridor throughout this month.
Most of his works were prints made from his engravings and there was even a video that showed the many steps required to make those prints into reality.
That meant all of the pieces were monotone, save one... this one, titled "Mountain Scene".
Done with pencil and crayon - yes, you read that correctly - it felt like it had marked a special memory for him, a special place with fond regard in his heart and mind.
The other new exhibit is one I would have loved to take home!
Filled with bright hues and day-glo images, with a touch of Dia De Los Muertes, it really grabbed my attention.
Of all the pieces in "Flora, Fauna, And High Color: Florida Landscapes Of Mark Messersmith", the one that made my heart sing is this one, titled simply "Dog".
The sheer joy of the animal running, running, with its tongue lolling out of its mouth gleefully as it does so, is absolutely palpable!
After my very successful outing, with full immersion into three art exhibits and viewing of three star shows, my appetite was up, up, up!
Maybe this was the day for the Starlite Diner?
Why, yes, yes, it was!
And, hallelujah, the grilled quarter-pounder hotdog was still on the menu - perfect!!!
I even had sauerkraut put on it - you know, as a vegetable, to go along with the potato.
Hahahaha!
Now, I'm back to my suite and have dvd's to watch on my laptop, as I actually brought some along on this trip.
Last night I went "Into The Night"; tonight, I'll have Vincent Price with Carol Burnett.
i thank You, God!

don't ask if you don't want the truth

So, the front desk clerk texted me just moments ago to see how things were going.
Big mistake on his part; I told him the truth, no whitewash applied.
I wasn't rude about it, nor did I assign blame to anyone.
I was simply honest.
He should have already been aware of the problems in the suite, but I honestly have not ever seen any proof that one department of Diamond Resorts ever speaks with another.

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11:06 AM
Just checking in -- how is your stay going so far? Feel free to reply back with a 1-10 (10 being excellent). Have a great day! - Tharius
 
11:12 AM
3. I have made a list of items needing repair. I do not want the work done during my stay, as I do not want strangers in here.
One TV (the one in the living room) has no video, so the maintenance man switched it with the TV from the bedroom. That was on Friday.
The TV from the bedroom has a problem with video breaking up (much like with a satellite signal during bad weather). That's on every channel and begins after the TV has been on for about thirty minutes. Very aggravating, but turning it off for a cool down during commercial breaks has helped me watch a program without people's faces being fractured.
The air conditioning unit on the bedroom balcony makes horrible noises and shakes the wall, as well as being deafening and interrupting sleep. I have finally managed to turn it off, so I was able to sleep last night.
The dining room light flickers and the bulb should be replaced.

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Note: all of the above took me about 12 minutes to type and send.
I did not wait for a response, but gathered the mail I was going to post, as well as my new MOAS membership card, and headed out to enjoy the beautiful day. 

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12:13 PM
What would be a good time for us to have maintenance come to the unit to address issues. - Tracey
 
12:17 PM
I would prefer that all work be done after I check out on Wednesday. I have had pneumonia twice and cannot risk being ill.
 
12:26 PM
I will schedule this work order. I understand with illness. Please let us know if you need anything and i hope you are feeling well. - Tracey

12:34 PM
Thank you for understanding.
 
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Done, and done!
I should be able to catch the 1:00 PM Planetarium show after all!
(smile!)

Saturday, January 1, 2022

ready for a change of calendar view in 2022


For the last few years, I've had The King of Rock 'n' Roll marking special occasions.
The physicist had given me the post-its for Christmas - perhaps it was 2017? 2018? - and they had seemed perfect for helping me remember birthdays and anniversaries.
The pink ones would be for birthdays of girls and women, the blue for birthdays of boys and men, in accordance with the color-coding habit begun by the French in the late 1800's.
Anniversaries were marked with the tan strips (though I would have used purple if the stickers had given me that choice, even though some of the couples are both women... which, I guess, could have been denoted with the pink, n'est-ce pas?).
The black strips I reserved for those no longer restricted to planet Earth.
For reasons that escape me now, I only used the black markers for family and friends that have died in the past twenty years.
That means Grandma, Grandpa, Great-Uncle Sam, and a few others were not included.
Even with those restrictions, I had eleven reminders of those I loved who were gone.
Eleven.
As it happened, those were topped by the most somber Elvis, standing and strumming his guitar; all the others featured him in a dance pose.
Each of the past few years since I first received these post-its, I've transferred the strips to the new calendar, updating ages as I did so.
Not so anymore.


While going through the armoire that serves as my china hutch, I stumbled upon mementos of university events, each with a post-it notes in five colors to help us stay organized for a new school year.
One of the booklets of sticky notes read "Armstrong Atlantic State University"; another reflected the name change to "Armstrong State University"; and the third was a bit more informal, reading "Armstrong Alumni".
That just means I've had these languishing in a dark cabinet for years.
No more!
The pink and the blue denote the same as before for family birthdays, though with the addition of the use of yellow for birthdays of friends.
Anniversaries are now shown on the green tabs.
And the purple?
Those now mark the birthdays of those I love who have died.
Ronnie's death has added one more of those.
That means I now have an even dozen.
Still, after two years of pandemic, I count myself fortunate to not have more.
I'm glad I thought to bring this task along on my holiday.
It's given me a good opportunity to take my time putting together this new calendar.
Tomorrow, MOAS will be open and most of the revelers will be gone -
hallelujah on both counts!
(smile!)

a change of view with brunch in 2022

Here's my first meal of the day!

See my vitamins and such?

Plus, there's the obligatory coffee to start my engine... which actually sounds appropriate down here in NASCAR country!

(smile!)

And way down there...

past the edge of Daytona Beach Regency...

past the boardwalk...

down onto the sand itself...

is the Atlantic Ocean, bringing salt spray and white crests in from the far eastern horizon...

where the blue of the sea meets the blue of the sky.

(smile!)

Over my right shoulder...

and across the median and four lanes of Atlantic Boulevard...

there's the Starlite Diner...

parking lot full, and interior, too.

Perhaps tomorrow will be better for a visit.


 

And this...

this view of an ever-busy parking garage?

That is directly outside the living room window...

directly to my side as I enjoy my meal...

directly in the periphery of my view.

Sigh.

Good thing I grew up with three younger brothers.

I have many years of practice at ignoring anything I don't want to acknowledge.

(smile!)

Friday, December 31, 2021

ready for a change of view in 2022

I've got my super-chilled, sparkling, pinot grigio open and started, waiting to finish it off with the final toast to the end of 2021.
I've even poured out a bit for "those that are no longer here", as the angels' portion.
Miley Cyrus and her New Year's Eve Party are on the telly and it's been a fairly fun, and chill, show.
I've gotten to like Pete Davidson.
I'd seen Miley and Pete a day or so ago on Jimmy Fallon's show - which I rarely watch - and they were hawking the event, so I'd decided then to tune in.
After all, she was going to be singing and getting nude and he was going to be funny, because that's what they do!
Or so they said, and it's been true so far.
When Pete was introducing the other artists slated to perform tonight, he'd added, "If you don't recognize any of those names, congratulations! You're old enough to vote!"
I got a kick outta that!
(smile!)
She's managed to keep all her clothes on so far, but this latest little silver number looks to be laid on, rather than attached, so the nudity may be soon!
(smile!)
And just who else is with me?
Just me, myself, and I!
I'm down in Daytona Beach, to enjoy a little holiday and maybe a bit of ocean, too.
Not that I'll be in the Atlantic - oh, no!
That water is in the mid-60's, so too cold for this Southern lass!
But I did take a nice long walk by the shore earlier, as I thought the city's fireworks were to begin at 7 PM.
That was not correct... but some other folks had their own and were lighting the night sky from the surf's edge, and doing so starting about 6:30 PM.
They had rockets with huge spreads to rival almost anything the Savannah Bananas fired into the air!
After about an hour of those, I was good!
That's when I'd gone back to the one-room condo I have at the Daytona Beach Regency, to have dinner and get settled in for the next four days.
Plus, I was ready for a break from the crowds of people.
I know it doesn't look like it in this photo, but there were constant streams of families and teens and partying folk, on their way to the amusement rides and the pier.
I'd done pretty well at keeping to myself, but more were coming out as the darkness deepened and the fireworks beckoned.
So, back I went, to the roasted mojo chicken I'd gotten earlier at Publix - yum!
One item of note on my walk: the Paragon cinema at Oceanwalk is truly gone.
I'd seen online that it was listed at "permanently closed" - sadly, that's true.
I guess it's just as well that I did what I did.
I'd stopped off at the Museum of Arts and Sciences on my way into town, renewing my membership (thanks, Tony and Laura, for the VISA gift card!).
They were twenty minutes away from closing, so I just had time to admire the Christmas tree and grab a program to preview the new exhibits... oh, yes, and the planetarium shows!
I plan to catch all five of those!
And just how did I happen to be going by MOAS in the first place?
Well, I'd turned off on the Bunnell exit, to get off I-95 and the constant stream of trucks and trailers and campers flowing in all lanes.
Next thing I knew, I saw the sign for Nova Road... so I took it!
Honestly, I'll be going back this way, or via Halifax, when it's time to leave this area of Florida on Wednesday.
The exits around Daytona can get pretty hectic, especially as they will have two or three directions off the one ramp, but this little exit must mostly get used by locals.
Yes, please!
Okay, time to go and raise my glass... um, I mean bottle!
See you next year!
LOL!

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

ending on a high note!

And tomorrow, I'll be doing it one more time!
I speak of my AMC A*List trio, which will be done for me until next year.
Of course, "next year" is only as far away as this weekend, so... no big whoop!
That title is a pun, by the way.
The second of the two movies seen today - and the one destined to be seen in the company of my first niece and her toddlers - was "Sing 2", and it was phenomenal, beginning and ending with two different musicals!
Seriously!!!
The first was "Alice In Wonderland", at the Moon Theatre, with them hoping to impress and win a slot in the competition at Redshore City, a Las Vegas-style place that only further encouraged my desire to go there in 2022.
(Hey, it's been four years and that's my periodicity for that locale.)
The second musical performed was a delicious bit of science fiction titled "Out Of This World" (though its flavor reminded me of "The Little Prince" opera).
That came complete with aerobatics and interstellar travel and Bono!!!
Yes! That famous singing Irishman, Bono!
(smile!)
Truly one of the best movies I've seen this month!
"Journal For Jordan" was also magnificent, tracking historical events from the first part of this century, as well as containing life lessons from a father to his son. I think Michael B. Jordan just may have already had a special place in my heart, and this cinched it.
So, that's 2 for this 4th week of December's A*List, with another "Sing 2" to close it out.
What about the rest of this month?
Well, that's been a lot of "miss", more so than "hit".
Sure, I've seen my trio of freebies for three of the four weeks.
Sure, I've seen some good ones that I might well revisit in the lean weeks to come.
But, for sure I've seen some that were hugely disappointing.
"House Of Gucci" and "Spencer" fall into that latter category, with both being utter failures in my book, giving their leading ladies naught more to do than pout and pose.
Seriously... what rubbish.
To add insult to injury, Kristin Stewart was in a movie that sounded and behaved like it was a horror fest, not a tale from the book of a Princess.
What a ghastly bit of nonsense.
As for Lady Gaga, all she did was show that she can act like Italian trailer park trash.
What a misuse of talent.
"True To The Game 3" was a soap opera, following the lives of a drug-dealing family - entertaining for one viewing, but not to see again.
"National Champions" was a bit of football fiction about college athletes - that would have been more compelling if it was based on fact.
Speaking of football, "American Underdog" was actually a very good film, tracking the rise of 'Pop' Warner, who had taken a break after college, losing his momentum toward his dream of going pro, but who managed to keep hope alive until the breaks came his way.
Hey, getting that Super Bowl XXXIV ring was a big deal... and I saw that game!
Well, on tv, of course, at one of several Super Bowl parties I attended, back in the day.
(smile!)
So, that's two fashion faux pas, two football flicks, and one drug family.
There was also "West Side Story", but I've covered that one.
That means there's only the third week of December remains for its tale to be told.
(smile!)
Well, that started off well, though quite dark, with "Nightmare Alley"... which has already had its space in this blog.
(I'm not adverse to seeing it again, mind, especially if my nephew Zach wants to go. We spoke of it at Thanksgiving, so I know he'll like it.)
The next one, "The King's Man", has also received words here, and I have zero intention of ever, ever, ever watching it again.
The third of that third week's trio was "Spider-Man: No Way Home", which is wrongly titled in several regards, not the least of which being that Peter Parker is just a teen boy and so should be called 'Spider-Boy', at least until he's 18.
Seriously.
It was pretty cool to have the multi-verse pulled into this live-action Marvel film, rather than just in the animated world, but that raised a lot of questions for the after-effects of the major changes made to people before they were returned to their home timelines.
The first part of the movie made me glad to have never had teenagers in my life, but it also made me a bit frustrated with the dumb decisions being made.
The last part of the movie was quite touching and showed the importance of surrounding yourself with people who know and love you... and the extreme loss when those people are no longer present in that capacity.
Nice touch to have Tobey Macguire in this one!
I'll try to see it again... but I may not.
It's another stupidly long movie, for no good reason.
I tell you what: give me the editing shears and I'll be glad to trim it up to a fair fighting weight, rather than the ungainly heading-to-3-hours mass it now has.
I've said it once and I'll say it again: movies don't need to be more than two hours.
Now, "Masters Of Illusion" is on and I want a bit of magic in my life!
(smile!)

Saturday, December 25, 2021

tryp'ing on christmas!

Woohoo!
My two favorite Michiganders had flown south, along with the flocks of geese, and were wintering briefly in town before hopping down to Florida.
How very nice to have a second visit so soon in this holiday season!
They had a posh place downtown that even had a front parlor in it, so that called for a gathering!
No restaurants open, but the plethora of noshes from Aldi's and Parker's worked out just fine to stave off hunger.
(smile!)
As for beverages, Andy and Sheryl came prepared!
As I recall, the 'Moscow Mule kit' was a gift to her from someone, but I may not have the details of the story quite right.
It's been quite a while since I had alcohol and, although I only had one, it was plenty strong!
Amy had abstained, so I was the lucky recipient of one of the copper mugs full of vodka and mint and ginger beer - such a tasty cocktail!
How nice to see them again!
The last time had been at their wedding.
Very nice to be reminded of Turtles and Odd Lot and JinHi and talk of Andy's music store and new movies and tv shows and life!
(smile!)
Before I leave this post and shuffle off to Buffalo... um, bed... kindly take another look at Amy's shirt.
Can you believe she took the shirt off her back, literally, and gave it to me?
Apparently, she's doing in Saint Augustine what I did in Italy in 2012: wearing shirts one last time while on holiday, then ditching them to make room for new threads.
Very nice!!!
I was in Italy for ten days and I returned with these seven new shirts and no need for extra luggage - that was a definite bonus... and a nice update of my wardrobe, too.
Okay, bed time is early tonight!
Sweet dreams to all!
(smile!)

on christmas day, on christmas day

I may not have seen three ships come sailing in today, but I did see all three of Smitty and Mary's kids!

That's Christy, back left, soon to be 39, with her one-and-only ever-lovin' daughter Caitlyn, soon to be 15, staring at me - hi, y'all!

Tony's wife, Laura, is perched on his lap, which seems to be a favorite seat for her.

And the reason I was taking photos in the doorway?

Buster had seen them out around the table, so he'd hopped up in a chair to join them!

(smile!)
 

Where was Zach during all of this fuss?

He was right beside me in the open patio door!

Here he is just moments earlier, when the opening of gifts was in progress.

Like Caitlyn, this 35-year-old knows how to look straight at any camera in a room!

Love the lid he's wearing!

He had it specially made to show his support for autism, and for his son, Kobe.

Fly those colorful puzzle pieces, Zach!

(smile!)

What about the youngest son?

Here's Tyler, in the living room with his 'rents!

The 25-year-old was sporting a sweater jacket that must have come straight outta Lapland!

That had been a gift from his girlie, Hannah, as well as his new "Nice Cock" socks!

Hey, there was a rooster on them, okay?

Nice pun, right? 

And so appropriate for a chef!

(smile!)

And just was Hannah?

Well, you have to look to the right of the chair, toward the couch, where she was with Christy and Caitlyn!

Do you see her yet?

Hahahaha! Yeah, 2-D doesn't work that way!

And here I am, in the 'fireworks' shirt from Mother Pat and the festive blue unicorn brooch from Christina a couple of Christmases ago.

I just had to have this proof that I was there, too!

Merry Christmas, y'all!

Friday, December 24, 2021

angel bells and ghosts evening!

I took a break - kinda sorta! - from all the house cleaning I've been doing since yesterday afternoon to watch Clarence get his wings.

It simply isn't really Christmas to me if I don't see "It's A Wonderful Life", right?

So when I spotted it in the tv listings, I made sure to catch the whole movie... well, by sound, if not by sight.

Oh, did I not mention that I'd invited Jeff and Amy to swing by on Christmas Day and have some munchies, and that I'd gone to Aldi's for the first time ever to procure charcuterie treats?

Well, I did, and I did... and I've been cleaning like a crazy person ever since!

No, I still don't have any Christmas decor strewn round about, but that's okay.

At least the common areas of the house are presentable and clean, with stray stuff thrown into what was once the guest room, along with all the things going to Goodwill next week.

Now, I'm sittin' and watchin' this favorite from "The X-Files", the one with Lily Tomlin and Ed Asner as "The Ghosts Who Stole Christmas".

So very delightful - I'm so glad the timing has landed it now in that show's episodes!

Merry Christmas Eve to me!

i thank You, God!

Thursday, December 23, 2021

sugarplum and nutcracker morning!

Maria.... 
Wayne just met a nutcracker named Maria... 
and oh she looked divine, with that curlicue mustache drawn above her lips... 
Maria, Maria, Maria!
She was rolling a die for the chance to win a workbench - and she won!
But she decided to roll on for a Colorado trip - and she won!
So she played on for the car - oops!
The price certainly was not right for her on "Let's Make A Deal".
Rather, the die was not cast in her favor!
This couple from that same holiday ballet didn't fare any better.
She had danced as the Sugarplum Fairy and this was her actual costume from that activity.
I don't recall her husband being of a ballet troupe, but he looked mighty fine as the toy soldier!
Their task was to break piggy banks and collect the cash inside, while avoiding the Zonks.
Oops - that's what they found!
I really liked this episode, with its breath of holiday musical ballet!
Hopefully, next year I'll be a volunteer usher for those treats again.
I miss the tiny dancers!
Meanwhile, the mask mandate is once again upon us in Savannah, while the USA death toll from COVID surpasses 1300 people per day... yes, per day.
Here's hoping 2022 finds me again at the Lucas, maybe even breaking my record for Nutcrackers in a single season!
(smile!)

Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Duck! It's Bird!

"As in, watch out for that feathered, flying beast?"

No, silly, that's a line from the episode of "Psych" I watched with today's brunch!

"Hey, you didn't start with that, so..."

Well, didn't you at least notice that "Bird" was capitalized??

"Sure, but every word in that blog title was, so I thought it was just part of the vibe."

Oh, I didn't think about it that way... but you're correct.

"And so your real rationale for writing it as if it were a name? Like Larry Bird?"

That's because it was a name! Actually, I'm sure it was a nickname, not a christened one. I mean, I just can't see his Mama calling him that. Though, I called Big Red "Little Bird" when we flew to Okinawa...

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one. What's up with this Bird guy?"

He was a bounty hunter! Kevin Sorbo played him, and this was certainly one of the most active shows I've seen on "Psych". Shawn and Gus even took a dive off a yacht!!! Usually, the most active they are is jumping into Gus' Echo.

"Hahahaha! That sounds like it must be a joke!"

 No, that's the type of car he has. Looks like it probably gets good gas mileage. My car has been doing well with that, too! For the past two months, I've gotten 35.11 miles per gallon and 33.11 mpg. Yep, my little 20-year-old car does quite nicely!

"Hey, very nice!"

Thanks!

"Whoa, whoa, what's going on here??? Are they actually k-i-s-s-i-n-g???"

No, though it certainly looks like they're both interested in that very thing: eyes closed, noses brushing cheeks, breath warming lips. However, as Shawn told Juliette, they're "not doing anything but close talking". Not anything else, just "close talking".

"Who on Earth does he think he's fooling?"

Well, there's a few things going on here, but it's important to understand that Shawn really is a gentleman and would never take advantage of a woman having a bad day, no matter how much he has loved her ever since he first saw her.

"And she'd had a bad day?"

She had. She was escorting an alleged killer ("Tin can") to the police station when he took advantage of a momentary lapse on her part to headbutt her, knocking her to the ground and allowing him to escape. She had fellow officers acting like the guy had been able to do that because she was a woman and weak. People pretty much kept that up, causing her to doubt herself and her career choice. Well, at least they did until the bounty hunter had the same thing happen to him when he tried to nab "Tin can" in a diner! Hahaha!

"So, this scene was toward the end of the show, during the denouement?"

Exactly. And Shawn was feeling pretty macho, as he'd gotten hold of a vest that allowed him to pretend to himself that he was a mighty, mighty bounty hunter, like Bird, who he had idolized since he was a kid.

"So that hit of bravado enabled him to even dare approach her so closely?"

Exactly, though he knew how fragile her psyche was and didn't want to push her into something she didn't want to do.

"Hence, the "close talking" that went on for at least a full minute..."

... and ended with his lips closed on the upper portion of her top lip for maybe a count of three. Not long enough to be regarded as an encroachment, but certainly for enough time to let her know his interest in her.

"Wow."

I know, right? And this was only the middle of the second season! I had not remembered that almost-kiss at all.

"Well, that was a nice way to start the day! What's next on your agenda?"

I need to go to the post office and mail my payment to Diamond for the 2022 maintenance fees. Fortunately, Sears is granting me a 0% rate until May 2023 - yes, that date is for real! The stipulation was the check had to be mailed to the recipient, not used online. Heck, I don't care! I'd rather pay all my bills with checks in the mail!

"That's because you're 'old school'!"

Yes, I am, and proud of it! I'm also going to CVS, as they've given me 40% off any one item... and I'm getting new house slippers! That little mouse ate part of the heel on my left slipper, so time to throw those out. 

"Goodness, you have a mouse in your house?"

Actually, I'm pretty sure I've blocked off its access. Monday, I heard the sound of one of the kitchen cabinets being pushed open and closing again, pushed open and closing again, like something was trying to make sure the coast was clear. I barked, loudly, and ran in there. When I checked what was once my liquor cabinet, it looked suspicious, so I closed the door and blocked it with the trash can. I've pushed the coffee cart up against it, for good measure. And ever since, I haven't seen any flashes of fast-moving mouse, nor have I heard any more noises coming from the kitchen. Hooray!

"Hooray!"

Gotta go! Later, chica!

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

tres amigas y una mala noche en el cine

En parte, fue culpa mía.
Debido a que era martes, tenía la intención de tener el combo de cameo como un trago, con la cena para seguir cuando regresara a casa. Eso significó que llegué al cine con hambre.
Debería haberme dado cuenta de que habría un problema cuando no olí el aroma de las palomitas de maíz frescas cuando entré.
Eso no era una buena señal, no era una buena señal en absoluto.
Sin embargo, no me di cuenta.
Estaba distraído por el estacionamiento lleno de autos incluso antes de entrar.
Estaba distraído por el aire frío de la noche que me obligaba a usar mi abrigo grueso, bufanda y guantes.
Me distrajo la idea de tanta gente en este cine más pequeño para ver una película entre semana.
Pero me quedé con mi plan de cenar allí mientras veía la película con Barbara.
Incluso ya había obtenido mi boleto en línea, así que todo lo que tenía que hacer era recogerlo en el puesto de comida y luego obtener mi comida y canjear el cupón de la encuesta.
La joven de la caja registradora me saludó alegremente, ¡reconociéndome como un habitual de Stephenson!
Ella tomó el código del boleto y me presentó mi recibo A * List para "The King's Man", luego me preguntó si quería algo más.
"¡El combo de cameo, por favor! Y también me gustaría conseguir estas palomitas de maíz de la encuesta", dije, ofreciendo mi balde.
"Se acabaron las palomitas de maíz", respondió ella.
"Te quedaste sin palomitas de maíz", le dije con asombro e incredulidad. "¿No hay palomitas de maíz?"
Cuando negó con la cabeza, le pedí los nachos de la película.
"Lo siento, también nos hemos quedado sin papas fritas, así como con los bocadillos de pretzel. Todo lo que tenemos son dulces y pizza".
Me di cuenta de que estaba reteniendo la línea, pero estaba aturdido.
No había pensado en traer Lactaid conmigo, para poder comer pizza ... Estaba planeando palomitas de maíz.
Ya había comido pizza margherita para el brunch ... Quería palomitas de maíz, había esperado con ansias las palomitas de maíz, solo estaba pensando en palomitas de maíz.
La miré a ella y al estante de los dulces varias veces, la gente se ponía ansiosa detrás de mí, yo me ponía nervioso porque mis opciones eran muy pocas.
Luego agarré una bolsa de Peanut M & M's, al menos habría algo de proteína en eso, y podría comerlos lentamente, y los pagué antes de dirigirme a la sala de proyección.
Eso fue bastante oscuro y tengo un problema al tratar de reconocer a las personas en una multitud.
No ayudó que Barbara hubiera traído a Sandy y que Carolyn estuviera sentada justo enfrente de ellas.
No estaba tratando de localizar a mis tres amigas ... solo estaba buscando a una persona.
O eso había pensado yo.
Bárbara y Sandy me hicieron señas, no una, sino tres, antes de que las reconociera.
Entonces, subí a su fila, manteniendo un asiento entre nosotros, quitando mi abrigo, acomodándome en mi asiento, bolsa de dulces en el portavasos.
No fue hasta que comenzó la película que me di cuenta de que la cabeza rubia frente a ellos era Carolyn.
¿Habían planeado esto como una sorpresa para mí?
¡Fue un buen pensamiento!
Luego prosiguió la película.
No pasó mucho tiempo antes de que comenzaran a aparecer escenas de la Primera Guerra Mundial.
¿Que qué?
No recordaba de ninguna de las vistas previas que se estableció en ese período de tiempo, pero está bien.
¡Al menos las escenas con Rasputin fueron entretenidas!
Pero luego siguieron más escenas de guerra, con hombres jóvenes asesinados innecesariamente ... y yo cada vez más agitado por ser engañado por las vistas previas para ver una película de guerra ... a medida que el contenido de azúcar en los dulces comenzó a funcionar en mi límite hipoglucemia.
Eso no fue bueno, nada bueno.
Cuando terminó el pseudodocumental, estaba más que listo para salir de allí.
Honestamente, si estuvieran tan decididos a volver a mostrar parte de la historia de "1917", entonces hubiera preferido ver esa película increíble de nuevo, no esta "cosa" que trató de tocar las fibras del corazón mientras daba un relato histórico ficticio.
Al menos "1917" suena a verdad.
Ni siquiera me quedé por los créditos.
Ni siquiera me quedé a charlar con Barbara, Sandy y Carolyn.
Ni siquiera les pregunté si querrían cenar tarde en algún lugar.
Sabía que todo eso tomaría demasiado tiempo; Necesitaba salir de allí mientras aún pudiera ser civilizado.
El caramelo en ayunas definitivamente había tenido un efecto negativo en el azúcar que corría por mi torrente sanguíneo.
Agarré mi abrigo y mi bufanda, les dije que necesitaba conseguir algo de "comida de verdad" y los dejé a los tres conversando frente a la pantalla plateada.
Estoy seguro de que salí del estacionamiento antes de que llegaran a la puerta principal del cine.
Sé que conduje más rápido de lo habitual en mi prisa por llegar a casa.
Comí pepperoni y una tortilla, luego desmenucé algunas sobras de pavo (del banquete de Thanksgiving de Christina) y preparé una sopa, agregando zanahorias para darle dulzor y pasta para obtener buenos carbohidratos.
Triturar el pavo ayudó a disipar la ira que se había acumulado por el exceso de azúcar en mi cuerpo.
Comer lentamente el pepperoni me ayudó a conseguir algo de proteína que necesitaba, para ayudarme a calmarme.
Ver el tonto "Marry Us For Christmas" había sido una buena distracción de la decepción anterior de la película que esperaba esta noche.
Honestamente, tuve parte de la culpa.
Debería haber prestado más atención a la fecha de hoy.
Y ahora, este día casi ha terminado.
Te doy gracias, Dios.