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!)

yours in the double bond, my brothers!

It's Founders Day again,

here in December,

I see that wyvern lookin' 

down on us 

from above.

And we're zooming close

as we try to remember

those who started

this fraternity 

with such love.

I think Buck Owens would be absolutely fine with my reworking of "Crying Time", I do!

Yes, it's been years and years since I've heard it, but my mental jukebox slipped it onto the turntable as if it were a regular listen.

I guess all that country and western music at Jim and Lauren's reception cued it up!

Anywho, today marked the 119th anniversary of those chemistry nerds deciding they needed their own fraternity, hatching Alpha Chi Sigma in response.

Thanks, y'all!

It had slipped up on me, honestly.

If not for the email yesterday, I would have completely missed it.

As a member of the Order of Altotus, meaning that I am a member-for-life and have been since 2012, I really should do better at keeping up with such things.

All it would require of me is reading the Hexagon every three months when it's issued.

Good for Gary Anderson!

He's truly the reason why I donated that $2000 to become Altotus.

He's a member-for-life, too, and has been for decades.

For this Founders Day, he took fraternal fealty one step further and pledged to match donations made for this occasion.

Very nice!

So, of course I had him spend a little money for the cause - I made a donation for him to match!

Hahahaha! Hahaha!

Here's a funny story: after the official history talk and those kinds of remarks had been made, we digressed into simply chatting with each other.

(There were about 35 that stayed to chat.)

Peter Witt, one of the brothers from Alpha chapter, asked us to raise our hands if we'd made a donation tonight...

then, he asked us to raise our hands if we'd done so to spend Gary's money!

Hahahaha! Hahaha!

My hand was up both times!

(smile!)

Now, wanna know a little secret?

I hadn't paid attention to the history lesson.

In fact, that was on mute.

Why?

Because "Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer" was on at the same exact time as this ZOOM!

Sure, it isn't like I've never seen this Christmas special before or won't ever see it again...

but, I just had to hear Clarice inspire Rudolph to fly after she told him that he was cute...

and, I had to go with Rudolph and Hermie to the Island of Misfit Toys...

and I had to hear Yukon Cornelius explain the finer points about Bumbles being able to bounce and not being able to float and preferring pork dinners to venison...

and then, I just had to watch as the humbled - and toothless - 'Bominable placed the star, oh so gently, atop the Christmas tree at Santa's house.

I just had to.

After all, I have not yet decorated for Christmas.

Maybe I'll do so this next week...

I do miss all my little Misfits scattered about!

(smile!)

2 christmas lunches, and a boy band on the tv!

Seriously, ya gotta sing it!

It's my variation on "The Twelve Days of Christmas" song!

What'll it be for day 3?

We'll have to wait and see!

Luncheon 2 was yesterday, with Dawn!

That was two hours at Cancun, rapidly becoming a new favorite for the two of us.

(smile!)

I brought Christmas calendars and she gladly chose two.

No, not one for her and one for her hubby!

The other was for an ocean-loving girl named Brandee, now living landlocked.

Dawn and I talked a lot about Christmas movies and I turned her on to Channel 15.

Every day, at 6 PM, it has one... and I just caught onto the pattern last week.

LOL!

"Today's will be 2012's "Christmas Oranges"," I told her.

I'd like to think she was watching "with" me yesterday - good movie!

She and I also spoke of graduate school, with her wanting to know about costs and how long the program of study would be.

I told her about mine, but made sure to mention that was in 1996.

Also, how long the degree takes depends on several factors, not the least of which is getting married and moving away six years in.

Yeah, I did that, and I'd do it again, too, even though it added three years to my finally writing my dissertation to Dr. M's liking.

That title, by the way, was "The Effect Of Molecular And Morphological Structure On The Tensile Properties Of The Linear Polyethylenes".

Dawn already knew me to be a chem nerd, but that cinched it!

(smile!)

 

I'd like to thank Joey Fatone for hosting "A Very Boy Band Holiday" last night!

What a fabulous hour of men, men, and men, all singing and dancing!

Sure, Sporty Spice had a few seconds onscreen, as it was at her house...

and there were a few little girls in the number done by the children...

but the rest of it was a feast of males!

As well as sing, they chatted about old times with each other in their groups and mostly just hung out together, being guys -

it was glorious!

I do hope they'll do this again in years to come!

 

Luncheon 3 found me in the company of the physicist!

You know... one of the prominent Jeff's in my life.

(Luncheon 1 was last week with the other, remember?

But, for Christmas song purposes, that one isn't included in the post title as it occurred last month, rather than in December.

Otherwise, I would have had to say "three Christmas lunches, two something something, and a boy band on the tv", and I didn't have anything to put in there for "that middle part", as Otto would say, in "A Fish Called Wanda".

Plus, this outing today was a dinner, not a lunch, technically.

Nonetheless, my song variation, my rules!

Now, back to my originally-intended post...)

The bfe had suggested The Noodle Bowl, as the weather was just right for soup.

That didn't pan out.

Not only was the restaurant closed, but the space is for sale.

No worries for us!

The King & I was at the other end of the strip, so we just moseyed on down there.

As well as dining Thai, we spoke of many things, like sea, and ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings... 

oh, wait, that's from a Lewis Carroll poem, isn't it?

Hahaha! Hahahaha!

No, mostly we talked about his search for a new barber, which has been a challenge, leading him to stylists that spoke of extraterrestrials or favored loud music or simply were not quite where he wanted to go. 

Poetry was a topic, though.

I know he likes odd writings, so I brought along Peter S. Beagle's 52/50 Project.

The author crafted that when he was 70 and celebrating the 50th anniversary of his first getting published, penning a new piece - poem, song, or prose - every Monday of 2009.

That's the year that the physicist started this Savannah chapter of his life.

Right place, right time, n'est-ce pas?

I'd like to say I've read them all, but... well, I get distracted, do I not?

A rabbit hole beckons and there I go... 

or maybe it's a squirrel that catches my eye... 

or a flitting dragonfly...

what was I saying?

(smile!)

I have read enough of them to know that one was about space aliens, and another featured a physics professor tackling gravity, and then there was the song about beer.

Yes, I do believe the bfe will enjoy exploring this book.

Good!

Maybe he'll even bring it along sometimes so we can talk about some of the works.

That would be pretty cool!

(smile!)

zombies cannot donate blood

kicked out
of the Red Cross -
feeling
like a fool -
that Nam Sod
yesterday
made me a ghoul

no pulse, no pulse,
i'm in misery
thought i ate
all the right foods
but my blood's no good, you see

pulse has jumped
no steady pump
it skitters all
a-round-round-round
those
processed foods
have me
feelin' down
 

- words my own, song to be sung to the tune of "Alone At The Drive-In", from "Grease"

 

"Did that really happen? You were dismissed from the American Red Cross?"

 

Sadly, yes. Today, in fact.

The new guy was checking me in and couldn't find my pulse. Like, for real. He checked the right wrist... had it... and lost it. Three times. So he switched to the left, but same deal. 

He called for someone to second his findings and in came Whitney, but she had the same issue. My pulse was there, and then gone... there, and then gone. 

So they had to deny allowing me to donate today.

I tried to joke around, first with Tim, then with her.

"Hey, I know I've been watching a lot of zombie movies lately, but I couldn't have caught anything from them!"

Nope, no impact.

Drats.

"You've had Nam Sod before and not had this problem of vanishing pulse."

 

Well, that's impossible to verify.

It isn't like I've had that salt-laden dish and then donated blood the next day.

Plus, it's been quite a few months since I had that food at The King & I, as my luncheons with Dawn had been curtailed due to her phone issues.

So, when we finally got together yesterday, and I ordered my "usual" instead of a lunch special, I went at it full-tilt boogie, even forsaking the chopsticks near the end and using a spoon to get most of the juices.

That was probably a mistake.

And, to be honest, I'm naming the Thai food as to blame, but the truth is that I've been eating a lot of dinners from freezer bags and cans.

It's quick, it's easy, and the calories and protein content are in print, right there.

Since I'm keeping a food journal for the VA nutritionist, I'm trying to have an accurate accounting of those two variables, both for her and for me.

The most sure way to do so is with packaged foods.

 

"Wow. You may want to track sodium, too.

Just saying.

I know you pride yourself on the use of Mrs. Dash for seasoning, but for manufacturers trying to stock the shelves and freezers of grocery stores, sodium chloride is the preferred seasoner, as it also serves as a preservative. "

 

Yeah, yeah.

Well, you'll be happy to know I'm minimizing my use of processed foods for a few days.

For starters, dinner tonight is from bagged, uncooked, pinto beans.

The makers of the Pappy's Pantry foods have recipes online, so I'm trying my hand at making my very own refried beans.

Get this: they aren't even fried once!

LOL!

 

"Oh, that's funny!"

 

The recipe didn't call for soaking overnight, just cooking a pound of the legumes for 90 minutes with garlic and six cups of water.

 

"And no salt was needed for the recipe???"

 

Well, it specified 1 1/2 teaspoons of it, but I did about a 1/4 tsp and called it enough.

After all, I'd minced up five large cloves of garlic, so I figured that would do pretty well for making them tasty.

 

"And it did the trick for you?"

 

Well, I added a generous helping of salt-free Southwest Chipotle flavoring and that spiced them quite well!

I added a little shredded cheddar, too, but that meant less than 300 mg of sodium for both of the burritos I made.

Specifically, I added 1/8 cup of the cheese for each 1/2 cup of beans.

Yes, quite tasty... and I plan to have two more for dinner.

 

"Well, be sure to drink plenty of water to help flush out your bloated cells."

 

Oh, for sure, in fact I've had three glasses since I got home.

Time to free some of that from my bladder!

 

"You take care, you.

And please try to eat smarter, not just easier. "

 

Yes, ma'am, will do.

(smile!)

ready for the next 100 at the cinema

Yes, I said "100" and I meant "100"!

With this trio, I have completed that quantity of movies at the cinemas since they reopened on August 27, 2020.

Cognizant of that mark being made, I've had a bit of fun with the titles of these last few.

Last week, the movies viewed made the following comment:

Chaos, Walking.

Raya and the Last Dragon, 

Boogie.

Just a little joke, right?

This week, I have:

Tom and Jerry, 

I Still Believe 

The Little Things.

Not quite haiku, but still rather pleasing and nearly poetic.

I guess I have Donald Sutherland and his role as a retired literature professor in "Man On The Train" to thank for that line of thought running about in my mind.

Get the joke?

That was meant for Sheldon Cooper.

(smile!) 

Will I continue counting movies going forward? Perhaps not. As the local cinemas have continued being open for the weekends, it is doubtful they will be shut down again. Spring break is upon us for the schools soon and I suspect the cinemas will resume weekday screenings for that week. Rather, I am hopeful they will.

After all, just living for the weekend is not something I'm fond of doing. 

Now, I'm partaking of a bit of British-laced, Monty Python-esque, hilarity on an old SNL show! This is drag racing in the manner I would love to watch! I wonder if Club One and Blair Williams would ever have such? I doubt it.

Thankfully, On Demand has 40+ years of SNL to enjoy, including this frivolity between Eric Idle and Day Aykroyd on s-2 e-3. Hooray!

As for later on tonight, past the witching hour, we in the USA will be springing forward, causing all to lose a perfectly good hour of sleep.

I'm sure David Lee Roth of Van Halen won't bat an eyelash if I delay the jump in time until I awake tomorrow.

That's no doubt what he will do, too!

Ah, the beauty of sleeping in!

(smile!)

leaping about with Sam and Marty and the Doc

Time travel here,

time travel there, 

in movies and on television

multiple times this year!

How's that for a bit of poetry?

True, it has the same meter as the other, but when inspiration strikes first thing in the morning - yes, even before coffee - I make sure to jot it down!

As long as it rhymes, it's a poem!

(smile!)

And just what, if anything, brought this about?

Well, Marty McFly's antics on stage started it, with this scene in both "Back To The Future" and "Back To The Future, Part 2", shot in 1985 and revisited in 1989.

Quite a bit of footage was reused in the second film, to allow two Docs, two Martys, and two Biffs.

Plus I had this bit of eye candy!

That's my man, Dr. Beckett, glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun, post post-hole digging in a contest with a cowgirl to win her heart.

He can leave those boots under my bed any time, as I may have said before - oh, yeah!

Love that hair on his chest!

Those bits of time travel were on Sunday and Monday.

Tina Tuesday found me at "Back To The Future, Part III", in the wild, wild West, with Doc Brown's chitty chitty wooo wooo train!

There's something about that man, too, that's quite charming -  it's his optimistic attitude and his towering stance and that lovable grin!

But he's a good deal older than me and I tend to prefer someone within a few years of my age.

Scott Bakula is just four years older than me.

So, when I have sweet dreams tonight of this beau in a bubble bath, I can easily imagine our 1989, 30-something, selves together... and I already know he can dance.

(smile!)

starz featuring kevin and dancing tina!

There she is, right there, shaking all that fringe and sparkle like she means it!
It's the incredible dancing Tina!!!
One might think I'd selected that movie because I knew that lil' fictional character was there - but I had not remembered that name.
The Universe gave me STARZ this weekend for free, as I discovered yesterday when I went in search of a movie On Demand.
i thank You, God.

I'd hoped for a distraction from the "is it REAL or a dream" dilemma that I've had since the pandemic began here in March.
Seeing "Inception" made it worse.
The flamingoes enhanced it more.
But I knew what I had to do as soon as "The Mask" came up in the listing of films: I needed to immerse myself, via this gift of STARZ, into a Film Festival of Masks.

This 1994 vehicle with Jim Carrey and Cameron Diaz was the perfect one to drive home the point.
(Get it? My little pun of a joke?)
Stanley Ipkiss awakened each morning with the face covering on the pillow beside him - so it was just a dream after all! - and the police pounding on his door - oh, wow, that was REAL?!
(smile!)

I knew the ideal chaser, too: "Venom", about an alien creature that inhabits a human as a disguise.
Eddie Brock didn't know if the voice in his head was REAL or a dream until he saw the creature bouncing on the MRI room walls.
Oddly, this Tom Hardy film came up at the Thursday outing at that Tom Hardy film, so this one was front of mind for me.
Perhaps it was The Universe giving me a gentle nudge?

Perhaps my angels were providing clues for me to construct this themed cinematic therapy as a balm to soothe and restore my spirit?
I choose to believe that.
I do know I absolutely perked up when I saw Stan Lee, the one-and-only 'dapper dog walker" - simply marvelous!
I went to bed Saturday with a lighter heart and sweet dreams awaiting on my pillow!

Sunday morning, when I peeked out the living room window, the flamingos were still scattered about, standing on my front lawn.
Hahaha, they were evidently REAL and not a dream after all!
Okey-dokey, they were not a figment of my imagination, but a sure sign,
in living color, of my first niece's love for me!
Speaking of that 1990's show, I knew the third movie for my film festival.

It would have to be the one powered by three of the five Wayans brothers!
Written by Keenan, "White Chicks" featured Shawn and Marlon as FBI agents who favored disguises for their undercover work.
That would be 'Kevin' on the left and 'Marcus' on the right, wigs in hand, making a bust... on REAL ice cream men, not the drug dealers they expected.
Whoopsie - bad move, guys!

Their next move was no better.
Tasked with babysitting two spoiled heiresses who are a kidnapping target, they wreck the car leave the women with a broken lip and bloodied nose.
Whoopsie - so the guys go to Nantucket in disguise as 'Brittany' and 'Tiffany', with hair to every inch of skin transformed.
I actually laughed out loud during this rare new to me movie!
Quite a coup!

REAL white chicks was a logical next move for me, and the 2019 "Charlie's Angels" was ideal!
Women hiding in plain sight, with and without wigs, as nearly invisible baristas and janitors... and a high-security employee whose bowl-cut hairdo highlighted profiling.
Most excellent to see again!

Time for a break to stretch my legs and move around!
Fortunately, the summer heat had dulled its edge and the mower battery was fully charged.
Out to the back yard I went, hoping to finish the job I started yesterday.
Glory, hallelujah, I did!
Sure, there are still bushes and such, around the birdbath and perimeter, waiting for a trim.
But, look - nary a dandelion in sight!
Just lush, low-level, green!
(smile!)

What was next on the film roster?
Well, how about another one with aliens in disguises as well as a buddy flick featuring a woman and a man?
Sounds like last year's "Men In Black: International" is the only choice for those parameters!
In fact, there's the probationary Agent M and Thor-like agent H trying to rescue Vungus the Ugly (the alien Jababian prince) from two other aliens.

Yes, this would be them.
As Dynads, they are able to take on multiple forms, ranging from break-dancing humans at a nightclub to beings of pure energy in the street.
Quite impressive shape-shifting, though those glowing blue orbs they used as eyes were a bit of a giveaway of their identities.
(smile!)

Okay, time to dial it back a notch, back to the REAL instead of science fiction dreams.
"Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins" proved to be the right one for that, plus it was "new to me" - win win!
On the surface, no masks, no make-up, no wigs.
Just a man who had created a fictional version of himself for television, but reverted right back to the insecure, jealous teen he had been when he goes back to Georgia for a family reunion.
Hey, that makes want to write a poem!

Yes, you can run, but you can't hide,
from the person you are inside.
You can don a new persona as a disguise
when out in the public and strangers' eyes.
But your baggage is always open when family is around
and they've certainly got your number
and know the buttons to bring you down.
So don't think you can fool them, they never slumber
when it's one of their own, finally come back to town.
(smile!)

Speaking of slumber, time for me to get some in just a while.
My boys of physics will soon be on, so I need to settle down and chill.
Later!
(yawn!!1)

pepperoni swiss, with stargazer

"My goodness, are you having another grilled cheese sandwich?"

I certainly am!
The Gouda is long gone, but I do have Swiss still.
I added a little cheddar...
to make it mo' better...
and pepperoni, too!
Hey, that's a haiku!

"Hahaha! Hahaha!
Now she's doing poetry!"

Well, it seems to have become that kind of a leisurely Sunday morning, with a love-soaked feel to it.
After all, I have been spending the last two mornings with a stargazer!

"Oh, my, yes!
That is one gorgeous bloom!"

Well, it's one of three, actually, on that stalk.
None were open when they arrived, but this one was waiting for me yesterday morning.
I expect one of the others will be fully blown tomorrow!
I have to make sure I give them more water twice a day, as they are quite thirsty flowers.
But those lilies are not the stargazer of which I speak.

"So, maybe you mean the hopeful romantic type, don't you?"

You are absolutely correct, my dear.
I'm so very happy that this book chose me at the bookmine.
I have quite enjoyed reading Gene Wilder's words and hearing his voice as I do.
Apparently, some of these memories are of his romances, some are love stories he's heard from friends or about friends.
Of the four I've now read, two have been quite racy!
I had not expected that -
what a very nice surprise!

"Racy? You mean, like explicit?"

Yes, exactly!
The first time hit me like a bolt from the blue, as it was so unexpected.
Remember, I'm hearing his voice and seeing his eyes as I read.

"Yeah, sure, sure.
I am well aware of your imagination."

Of course you are.
so, there I was yesterday, reading a sweet tale of first love, and - wham!
I actually had to compose myself before I could finish reading it!

"Wow!!!"

Wow, indeed!
Then, this morning, I was treating myself to two more stories and it happened again!
Twice!

"Seriously?"

Yes, I'm telling you, seriously!
The first of those, about a woman in a red hat, was quite graphic!
He even spoke of her how she took his hand and "put [his] middle finger onto her clitoris as she slowly moved [his] finger around and up and down".
This happened in a darkened room at her house, at a party with guests in the next room!
Then, after she had her fix, she had removed his hand and left.
She had just wanted a little strange, a quick touch and go, literally.

"Wow."

Yeah.
I really felt for the guy.
He had been looking for love, not a wham bam with him not even touched.

"Wow."

For real.
I mean, it's one thing if a quick hook-up is what both are wanting, but it's a horse of a different color when both are wanting different things.
Then, she completely disregarded him the next day, as if it never happened.

"Oh, the poor guy."

Sure enough.
The next story is the one that actually got my motor racing...
and all it had in it was kissing!

"Yes, but you really like the kissing!
It's a shame that relationships have so many passionate kisses in the beginning, before all paths lead to the bedroom."

I totally agree.
I'd be up for a kissing-only set-up, if there was such a thing.
Just hours of kissing, kissing, kissing!
Not that there couldn't be a bit of touching going on, too, you understand...
that would most definitely be fine with me...
but I don't want the sex to interfere with the lip action.

"Totally.
I'm right there with you on that."

Yeah, I miss kissing.
Too bad there isn't a dating site for folks that just want to do that.

"Well, maybe you could specify that in your profile."

Oh, sure, how about this?
Wanted: a man who can kiss like Crash Davis in Bull Durham.

"Actually, that sounds like it would work.
Anyone reading that would know instantly that you like baseball, too."

Hmmm... well...

"Plus, they would realize that you like music, too, and that you are a hopeful romantic."

Well, I am a hopeful romantic.

"As you have been for most of your life.
So, that would mean you are still hopeful."

Still hopeful...
yeah, I like that.
I also like Pinot Grigio, the wine that has come up in two of the stories.
Such a delightful coincidence!
Right place, right time.
This bottle was opened for my birthday dinner, after lying idle in the wine rack for some few years.

"Was that given to you as a birthday gift?"

I think it may have been for Christmas, from a stepsister, but that's been quite a while back.
I was amazed that it had not turned to vinegar!
You know, that's what happened to that wine I opened for my New Year's dinner.
It still looked pretty, but...
ACK!!!

"Hahahaha hahaha! I remember that face you made!"

Yeah, yeah.
Okay, this has been fun, but I need to finish mowing the yard before any rain arrives.
I only got through part of my front and part of the back yesterday.
You see, I had first cut the neighbor's front yard, as his birthday is the same month and day as mine, like Aubree's, but differs in year.
I started doing that after I got my first battery-operated mower.
Then, for the past two years, that mower battery was discontinued, so I couldn't.
It felt really good to be able to do that little kindness for him again.

"I'm sure he was quite surprised!
Doesn't he tend to repay you by edging your front yard?"

John has done that in the past, but he's been having heart problems, so I certainly do not expect him to do anything in return.
He's a good neighbor and I've been meaning to do this for him.
I know how nice it is to come home and not see foot-high weeds taunting you.

"Heard."

Yes.
Well, I have other things to do before the "Quantum Leap"-a-thon starts, so...

"Oh, goodie, goodie!!!
What time does that start?
Is that what Comet tv is calling it?"

Settle down now, settle down!
(smile!)
I know you're excited, and so am I!
I hope to catch up on the episodes I've missed on Tina Tuesdays.
That will be sweet!
And it all starts at 3 PM.

"Then I better let you get to it, girlie!
See you on the flip side, as the bfe says you would say!"

Yes, indeed, he does say that I say that!
(smile!)
Later, gator!

"In a while, crocodile!"

Take care, Kodiak bear!

"Chop, chop, lollipop!"

Give a hug, ladybug!

"Out the door, dinosaur!"

Better swish, jellyfish!

"Ciao now, brown cow!"

Gotta go, buffalo!

"Bye-bye, butterfly!"

Blow a kiss, goldfish!

"Be sweet, parakeet!"

This has been fun, but, really...
Later!
(smile!)

being international on a saturday

One of the most interesting side effects of folks being quarantined is the absolute preponderance of food porn on social media.
I get it.
Heck, I even contribute to it pretty regularly... but not this time.
Nope, this photo was reserved for those near and dear to me, not on the Book of Face, but reachable by phone.
And so it began.

"Italian pasta.
Georgia shrimp.
Japanese chopsticks.
Plus, I wrote in French on fb and watched a Czech movie."

stepmom Bonnie:
Did you fix this yourself? What did you use for seasoning?

first niece Christina:
Saw the whole world without ever leaving the house...

blue-sky Penny:
Ready for an international affair?

bfe Jeff:
You are having an international kinda day on this day of isolation!

Jeff the ex:
What was the Czech movie?

So nice to be doing something I would normally do, how I would normally do it!
i thank You, God!