Sunday, January 21, 2018

Love My Way


Call Me By Your Name finally arrived in Cleveburgh. It is just one of those movies I've been jonesing to see.

No, I didn't read a review, the book, or even any press about it. I like to be surprised at movies. As luck would have it, our friends David & James were able to join us.  David forewarned that he was still spontaneously broke into tears now and again.

As you might have read, both David and James have lost a parent in the last 3-4 weeks. I offered to change the movie to go see Bad Dads 2, but David was pretty emphatic that we not see that one.  Bullet dodged.

....and btw.....who the fuck ever thought to hire Mel Gibson for a movie ever again? I can only imagine two scenarios:  Mel has something over the producers of the film or he's the only one who would agree to play Will Ferrell's father.   Anyway.....on with the Call Me post.

To be honest, I don't know even how to get into this movie without spoiling anything. I found it to be beautifully shot, well paced, as it did build - for as much as a movie like this can. The story we well written and told, if not at time ambiguous.

I thought Armie Hammer did a great job as a visiting graduate student to a host family in Northern Italy. Timothée Chalamet does an admirable job as a teen struggling to find his sexual identity. I think that is was the ambiguity to which I referred comes in. While the dialouge can be quite captivating, sometimes I had a difficult time who they connected point A to point B.  But parts of it you can chalk up to being a teen and in a difficult time in your life - that things won't flow so easily or as planned.

I don't take too much stock into a man / boy situation. Elio (Chalamet) is 17. Oliver (Hammer) is a grad student - so maybe supposed to be mid-20s. It's not that big of an age difference and let's face it, who hasn't  been 17 and in lust / love / admiration of an older, more experienced man?

The reality of the somewhat clumsy relationship might have looked strange from the theater seats, but was probably more realistic than anyone cares to recall or wants to see.

The Italian setting was perfect. I felt you really immersed yourself into how it would be in summer at a home like this.  The house, the town, the bikes, all local colour that fits well with the area, though one brief scene of Elio picking a peach off a tree was a little biblically heavy.

As much as I enjoyed the progression, when it comes to gay movies, I always wring my hands at the prospect of fear of outing, bashing, ostracization, bullying....or all of the above. It seems standard fare for it this genre.

What I semi-counted on early-on was Elio's parents. Worldly and intellectuals, they seemed supportive of their son and his pursuits. When some things were encouraged (to a degree) and discussed, that did not change. A conversation with his father was so poignant to me, it totally made the movie. Elio's father's line: "nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spot", just dug at me.

There was the way it ended and the way it ended was unsatisfying and great. The story might not go the way you want it, but the final long shot of Elio is marvelous, though I'm thinking many other than the four of us might think so.

I truly enjoyed the film. It's gotten raves I know, but not enough to get more than a dozen and a half folks into theater seats in this mid-west city.  Mind you, we did not see it at the 'art house' theater, but the big cinaplex. So many it won't play that setting.

One thing I can tell you:  you'll never eat a peach the same way again.

2018 Movie Count / Goal:  03 of 12

Song by: the Psychedelic Furs

Saturday, January 20, 2018

No Salt on Her Tail

It's that time!  Shep Porn.  Sophie Smut.  I think there was a good selection this week. I didn't even use them all.  I'll save some for next week.

With the taking down of the tree. 
He was a very good boy with the entire thing. Not a branch touched, not a thing broking. 

Holding court.

Shep, the jumper. 
Picking up at daycare. 

Favourite new toy. 
We call it Ball-Ball (though there are three of them combined).  The duck is now out of favour. And if Sophie is even remotely around Ball-Ball, the charge is on. He is very very very protective of this. 

....but now and then, they are as close as can be. 

the King of Daycare !!!

...a final sign-off from HRH. 

Song by: the Mamas & the Papas

Friday, January 19, 2018

Casual Match

Quarterly, we have a leadership meeting at a nice hotel downtown. I'm surprised how many 'leaders' opt out of this meeting - though I don't know they're supposed to, but attendance is not taken, so......

I'd say of each four hour meeting, there is one really good presentation and point taken away that makes it worthwhile. For me, it's usually financial or government relations related. Yes, I'm that guy.

This week's meeting didn't have any of that. The year close hasn't finished, and they aren't about to give preliminary numbers. I'm a little tired about hear of tele-health. It might come more into fashion, but I'll be retired or dead before that happens.

During a break, I had to pee, so went with the throngs of folks who all had to do the same thing. Depending on the meeting, these are usually attended by 800-1000 folks. Once again, the pool women having to wait in line like it's a Def Leppard concert.........again.   The smart ones go to another floor in the hotel to find another facility.  I do that too......but when I have to poo.

So, I'm standing there, peeing, and kind of look to my left, and there stands (and pees) the CEO. He's an imposing man, towering over me at least by 4-5".....and I'm 6'2". I also notice he's still mic'd. If I truly knew him - and was comfortable talking to someone while they urinated - I'd have mentioned the scene in Naked Gun when Leslie Neilsen goes to the restroom.

I would then have been looking for new work, after he faux laughed at my joke. So I said nothing.

I have never not stayed for the entire event. But this last one, I had a meeting back on main campus and I still had to drive back and find a way to eat something before said meeting. So I snuck out 20 minutes early, as the head of HR was talking about employee engagement. Yes, the irony was not lost on me.

Now the head of HR knows me.  Kind of.  We are good friends with a third party, but we have never crossed paths even with that friend. So I don't know him know him enough to have commented that he wasn't wearing a tie at what is always an adult dress-appropriate event. Just sayin'.

Cut to the next morning - yesterday morning. I'm in a budget meeting and a peer of mine, Bill, asks why I'm wearing a tie.  Not that he's not.  I said, because, I always do.  Dick (it's not Richard, honest), is next to him looking all out of sorts.

Bill goes, "I saw you were at the meeting yesterday, what did you think about the business casual announcement".    Blink.  Blink. Blink.  (on my part.) 

Yes, I missed the point where HR-guy said we, as an organization, were behind the cultural times in the workplace and spoke how we should be business casual.

Many - and many of you - would applaud this. I'm not one.  I mean, you've seen my closet of ties. Dozens upon dozens. And I also think it changes the dynamic of work and non-work. And I like wearing ties.

So Dick, who always wears a suit, is just flummoxed by this turn of events. He's a man lost. I don't think he was ever able to focus on the budget meeting at hand.

Bill says to Dick and myself, "I'm not going to be an early adopter.......I'll wait for you guys to do this".  I think Bill might be waiting for a while. I did notice three of the men were already tieless. Clearly they took this to heart.....and quick.

Oddly enough, on the way to this meeting I passed the CEO - and he was still in a tie. I suppose he has to be:  donors and all.

We will see how this all plays out, but for now, my dress-up habits will not change.

Song by: Suzanne Vega

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Weight of the World

Submitted Without Comment

Song by: Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Now We're Even

In life, there are winners and losers.

When it comes to my life with Mike, I'm a loser.  ....most of the time. He's a winner - like when he got to spend an evening with me last July.

HUGE win!  That I paid for everything and brought cupcakes did not hurt matters.

The cupcakes were payment for my loss at last year's 6th Annual Academy Award Guessing Game®. 

I lost at this year's Emmy go-round too. Mike said no payment necessary and that we'd make the next contest double or nothing.

Well, as you saw a week or so ago......I lost again. Double it was. But I alluded to that we'd think about something other than sweets as the prize. The idea was to send him to see Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.

I sent Mike a message reminding him to send me a theater, date and time. He nicely responded if they could change the movie selection. While he did want to see Three Billboards, eventually, they would like to go see Call Me By Your Name.

Done and Done.

In a matter of minutes, the tickets were purchased and the code was sent to his phone, so he could pick them up at the movie kiosk.  I almost...........almost.........just bought senior tickets. And where I could make a joke on his age - as he's 7 months older than myself - that wasn't the reason. They're cheaper. And I'm nothing if not cheap.

On the off-off-off-off chance that someone would card him {snort!}, I didn't do it. He's not a senior.....yet. I cannot vouch for Peter.

Apparently, it all went off without a hitch. Peter said the theater was crow-ded! Everyone clarmouring for tickets and they just pranced in and took their seats.

I might have been the one to select the verb.  It's quite possible they minced. You just never know.

Anyhoo....they loved the movie. Loved Loved Loved.

I asked for no spoilers, but then we had this exchange......

Not so oddly, I haven't heard from him since.......

But at least I'm all paid-up.

Song by: Michael Penn

Tuesday, January 16, 2018


So, we came out of the Opera movie and sat down to have lunch out - which is a real treat. Usually, we high-tail it back home to be with Shep, but we are trying to reclaim "us" time.  Who knows if that will pan out.

So while 710 goes to use the little boy's room, I check my mobile Facebook only to come upon this blog title image in my friend Glenn's news feed.

Glenn lives in Hawai'i.

It was disconcerting, to say the least.

Now, I was a little stunned, naturally, as I read the announcement before I read his posting, so I thought this was a real thing. As we all know by wasn't.  I just didn't read further in his posting (though later I made a War Games reference in his comments).

Operationally, this alert system was doomed to fail on so many levels. Forget the fact that to sign into my banking site that I need a password and to answer at least two security questions. But hey - that's only $$$.

I could yak about BLOTUS just playing golf through the entire thing, but did you expect anything else out of the douchenozzle?   (the answer you're looking for is: no.)

My friends Morty and Meredity clearly have read about all of this more than I. The tales of people saying their goodbyes and the associated heartbreak. I saw none of that.

I'm crass I know, but I kind of chuckled at the people safety.  On an island. Thousands of miles from any land mass. With alleged nuclear warheads headed right toward them.

Clearly, none of these folks saw the Day After, or read anything on Hiroshima, or saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (but you can't blame them for that last one!).

I suppose there is a survival instinct that kicks in, but putting yourself in your bathroom, unless it's lead-lined, seems like delaying the .0000021 seconds.  And now you have to do it crammed into a place where the last thing you see is the ring around the tub you kept meaning to clean, but hadn't gotten around to.

Me? I'm enough of a fatalist to be the Téa Leoni of Honolulu.  See - there is a Deep Impact (oddly, not a porn title..........probably) reference right there.  I would so rather be put out of my misery immediately than the inevitable giant nuclear rats that survive and come to eat the maimed folks left behind.

I say that of course, until it comes to 710, Shep and Sophie.  I'd probably want to keep them safe, but if not, I want to be with them in the end.

Song by: Blondie

Monday, January 15, 2018

My Music Monday

Typically, the third Monday in January is considered the most depressing day of the year. Or as it has been labeled: Blue Monday.

There are multiple calculations on how "they" determine this. Weather, Work, Debt, Salary, Sleep, etc all allegedly have a factor.

Today is the third Monday of 2018.

I mean, if you have a day called "Blue Monday", well then hell, the post pretty much writes itself, doesn't it?

New Order's song with the same name as the day first appeared back in 1983 (!!!!).  Since then it has made eight other New Order releases in one form or another - rarely the same mix.

35 years later, I still love the song - in any iteration.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Verdi Cries

When I first met 710 so many moons ago, I might have tried to "impress" him with the fact that I enjoyed opera.

In today's terms, that would be called: Fake News.

In reality, at this time, I had seen two operas only:  Faust and La Boheme. ...and the only reason I saw those was that my sister had the lead roles in both.

Spoiler alert:  in most operas, the female lead dies.

But I've been around enough to know more about opera than I should care to - including having a tingling feeling "down there" when, as a pre-teen, I encountered Sherril Milnes on the Dick Cavett Show

....btw....has a gayer sentence ever been written?

In my defense, this was what Mr. Milnes looked like then.

If you go to the art house movies (and actually, the big theaters now), they advertise showings of Shakespeare plays (Kenneth Branagh and Dame Judi Dench, etc) and operas. It's not that I've ever been inclined to go to one, but they also show at odd times:  14:00 on a Tuesday.  Maybe during retirement when I'm free on at 2p on a Tuesday.

But there was a movie on the Metropolitan Opera at Lincoln Center (the movie is called the Opera House) that has been shown in previews and 710 was interested and asked if I would go with him.

Of course I would. It's a buttload of husband points.........again, not that you can actually cash them in for anything. 710 says those points are used for annual relationship maintenance fees, but I have yet to see an invoice or statement. Then, there is that whole pesky 'for better or worse' stuff in the vows.

While part of the "movie"(?)  seemed to include opera, just as much seemed to be about, city planning, urban development and the creation of the venue itself. I can certainly live with that..........right?

Oddly enough, some of the opera stuff was more interesting. Or let me rephrase: sometimes the filmmaker went too deep into some of the city planning etc that you just wanted or needed a break from it.

Leontyne Price opened the new opera house at Lincoln Center. They did some interviews with her at the age of 90. While she was diva in her prime, she is pretty hilarious in her present.

There was a great tale regarding the lights at the Met. If you've never been, they are quite unique and very beautiful, but they came about quite accidentally.  But no spoilers here. hehe.

Oh - who am I kidding, the most you all know about Lincoln Center is that Dana Barrett met Dr. Peter Venkman there to discuss Zuul. .....which is still more than most people know.

I didn't know 100% what to expect, but I wasn't banking on almost two hours. There was some editing that could have been done - and sequencing - to make it a tighter movie. I didn't need to hear a Julliard choir sing ''G-d Bless America", I guess it could have worked for like 20 seconds, but not the entire song.

The Opera House is very PBS-y.  I expect that it will be on during a fund-raiser at some point in time. It shows an interesting slice of New York City all during the Metropolitan Opera's history and the development that went on while it looked for a new home. One that is now 50 years old.

2018 Movie Count / Goal:  02 of 12

Song by: 10,000 Maniacs

Saturday, January 13, 2018

12 of 12

So I'm doing my 94th 12 of 12.

Normally it is 12 pictures taken on the 12th of the month. Since I only post once per day, you get my images the following day. All pictures taken with my iPhone. Click images to enlarge, if you choose.

Created by Chad Darnell and picked up from, what I can tell, any number of random bloggers who then link back to him and vice versa. Chad is no longer doing this, nor is successor coordinating the linking of other 12 of 12'ers anymore. Now it's just Erik and myself - that I know it's the only blog post he's still doing......for now.  

I still continue to do this, because of all my consistent post topics, I actually like this one the most.

06:10.  Dressing for work. 

New-ish brace for my arm. 

06:30.   Rain.  As seen from my car on the way to work. 

The day is broken up into rain / sleet / wind / snow.  At this time, it was 58 degrees. 

08:30.  Second b'fast. 

I normally do not have a second b'ast at work. But I was starving, so I got an asiago bagel and cream cheese.  It didn't satisfy me, but on the other hand, I didn't eat sugar, which was my initial thought. 

10:10.  Scanning. 

Very secret important documents. 

11:30.  Going up. 

Went from my first office to my second office.  Just to tell my staff to go home early. 

14:20.  Sleet & Wind

Blobby leaving early.  A freezing mix had closed most schools and businesses. The 30 mph gusts blowing the sleet into my face was painful!  .....but I'm a survivor. At this time, it's now 28 degrees. 

14:35.  Gassing up, as temps are headed to single digits. Also cleaned my headlights. They were filthy to the point I wasn't sure my lights were on.

15:30.  "Lunch".  Such as it was. 

Again, at least it wasn't sugar. And it has 'skinny' right in the name, so you know it's good. 

16:40. Snow. 

It's now 22 at this point. Shep wanted to walk, so Blobby took a walk. The footprints I made leaving the driveway were gone by the time we returned 15 minutes later.  Allegedly getting a lot of snow. We'll see.

19:00. Stink bug. 

Ugh.  So tired of these things. 

19:20. Dinner. 

Hastily thrown together mac & cheese and a field green salad. 

21:25.  Fuzzy Pants. 

You've seen the ones with bears, but I have a set with dogs too.  Clearly. 

....and now your Baker's Dozen......

22:10.  Cookie time!

My one sugar fix of the day. 

Check in next month for the next 12 of 12.

Friday, January 12, 2018

I Got Shit

Can we just agree, that regardless of what you think of BLOTUS, he has brought down the level of civility in this country?

THIS was the headline on CNN. 

I'm a huge admirer and user of profanity, but I don't write my work emails with those words. And yet, how can the news organizations accurately report their stories by sugar-coating the choice of verbiage used by Offender in "Chief"?

At what point did we sink so low we have to use 'shithole' in headline..........I mean, ones other than a craigslist "personal" ad?

CBS - yep.  albeit, they are the old people's network, so you don't want to offend-offend. 

NBC.  Uh-huh. 

FOX? And of course they go even lower. 

I expect Jeff Bezos and the WaPo to make sure it gets out there. 

the New York Times takes the highest road, though they do use the word under the headline. 

But yes, if you dare think that BLOTUS & Co are not extremely racist, you're either not paying attention or so far fucking deep in denial that you couldn't recognize it if it hit you right in the face. 

Take a look at the headlines:  it hit you right in the face. 

Norway is the Maine of Europe. 90% white. Not like "Haiti, El Salvador and African countries". You know - the shithole places. 

So when BLOTUS talks about those places, he means people of colour. You can pretend he doesn't. You can says it's for other reasons, but he's talking about those folks being bad hombres. 

The only truly bad hombre I see anymore sits his fat ass in a white house.

So this is it. Everyday this "man" takes the entire country down just a little lower. He's crass. He's rude. He's ill-informed. He's a bigot. He is a racist. I'd say he's ugly, but that sounds like I'm being petty.  So I won't say he's ugly. 

g-d.......this country is depressing. 

BTW.....mid-terms are only 10 months away.  Fingers crossed!

Song by: Pearl Jam

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Penis Song

It was one of those days at work, no time to think of a post. I had no idea what even went on in the world today. Not that I actively look for stories about BLOTUS for which to write. It's not like I am not seeking out misery.  Honest.

So, this was going to be a Site of the Month, but it's just a video, not really a site.  Still it made me laugh.

I don't think you necessarily have to be a Harry Potter fan for this to work, but it certainly helps.  It made me chuckle.

Song by: Macklemore

Wednesday, January 10, 2018


While I mentioned it in my Globe selections, if you have Amazon Prime and don't use the service to watch some of its original content shows - you should.

Between it and Netflix, we are about ready to cut the cable.....sorry Ina.

The Prime show which I mentioned - the horribly named the Marvelous Mrs. Masiel - is actually really really good.

Apparently the Hollywood Foreign Press did too - since Mrs. Maisel won for best actress and the show won best comedy show.

The good and the bad of the show is that it is from the Gilmore Girls creators. I loved that show when it was on, but reruns and that horrible Netflix revisit just made me think it didn't age well.  ....and it's not that old to begin with.

The Maisels and Gilmores share some similarities, but very few. They have strong strong strong female leads. They have a well rounded, quirky cast. They all talk a lot and fast, though not to much overlap like that mother and daughter team.

The Maisels swear. More of the ancillary cast than the main character.

Brief synopsis:  young married couple living in NYC in the late '50s. Upper West Side folks with wannabe downtown yearnings. Husband abruptly leaves wife and now she needs to find a life on her own - which includes stand-up comedy.

Oddly, it's not as far-fetched as it sounds.

It should be noted that the families are Jewish. It's a big enough of a things to mention, as it plays into any number of areas of the show. It kind of rubs me the wrong way that Miriam comes off as more of a Jew than Lenny Bruce.  As if.

Rachel Brosnahan is perfect. She really is - I love when someone can embody a role and make it look effortless. . The husband?  Meh.  When they're together, it's the only time the show rubs me wrong, though I know it's necessary.

What/Who I absolutely love are Miriam's parents. O.M.F.G.

I don't think Tony Shalhoub has ever been, nor could ever be, better than this. He's out there and extremely nuanced all at once.  ....and really, who knew Kevin Pollock would work again, and be good.

The production values are amazing. Shot in NYC, yet, the period is spot-on. It seems that no expense was spared, but Bezos is now the richest man in the world - so they can afford it.

The first season is only 8 episodes long, but all are extremely well done. I say you give it a shot (though the trailer doesn't give it the due it deserves).

Song by: Indigo Girls

Tuesday, January 09, 2018

Games People Play

Does this look like the face of a winner?

I know - right?

But as luck would have it - for him - Mike is a "winner".


Somewhere in my walnut sized brain, I keep thinking those few victories I had were more than they were. I also keep second-guessing myself, which it seems is never good.

And somewhere along the lines, the people who vote for the Golden Globes aren't as quirky as they used to be. So I got left in the dust.

Honestly, One hour and fifty-five minutes in, before I won one fucking category. And yes, I timed it. And yes, that includes Seth M(e)yers' lame-assed monologue. Emphasis on the 'mono' it seemed a LOT longer.

Not that he's ever been funny, but there was winning this year. He was right in saying that it should have been a female host. It's the only way some of the "jokes" (and I'm being generous there) could have flown.

And do NOT start me on Oprah. No, I did not see her. Even if I didn't have laundry to get out of the dryer, I would have muted her. I am not a fan in any way. Mike claims she was good. There is some CNN article saying she is contemplating a 2020 run for president.

g-d fucking help us.

"You get a sewer system,  YOU get a sewer system, you ALL get sewers systems!".   Oh, it's the only way to make infrastructure fun, isn't it?

But srsly. Like we need another unqualified television gasbag in the White House. One is fucking enough. For fuck sake, she gave us Drs. Phil and Oz.  Can her Cabinet selections be any better?

Oh - and she got an award for her "acting".  But she's Oprah, so..........let's toss her a bone, so she doesn't get mad at us?  Was Beloved that successful? ( it was not.)

Anyhoo.....let's see, the rest of the awards.  Well first off, Sharon Stone. How do you get such round boobs?

and better yet, from where?  You're 60. Those dirty pillows - whosever they are - are 24. Are they like your earrings: borrowed and you have to return them at the end of the show?   #timesup on those.

I'd say, way to put it all out there, you know, with some of the dirtbags banned the ceremony and Hollywood.

....and poor poor Kirk Douglas. The poor guy didn't know where he was. Or who he was.

...and his daughter-in-law. Honey, this was a night about not being allowed to be sexually harassed, not for asking for it.

I suppose you kind of are asking for it when you buy your "dress" at Frederick's of Hollywood.  Have you not one gay you can consult before stepping out of the house and in front of a wheelchair?

Ashley Judd was even there.......and let's face it, it's only because of scandal she helped break. It's not like she's starring in Double Jeopardy II....or anything else for that matter.

Enough about them. This was Mike's night.  Aren't they all.  And no, there was no question mark in that last sentence.

I'll give him credit. Considering he's only seen like one movie this year, he has not let that subscription to Entertainment Weekly go to waste. He must have devoured every word of their Awards Issue.

What? I mean, how can you expect him to best me, when this is how he starts his day:

Super Genius.

Still a win is a win. And he won. He's not getting cookies. I have to drop a stone, so why should I make them if I cannot partake? I figured something better.

The winner of the best picture was one I wanted but for one in which I didn't think anyone would vote:  Three Billboards.

Mike and Peter have not seen it. Mike will tell me a date / time / theater where they will see it, and tickets will be waiting at the kiosk for them to pick up and view the movie.  If I can find a way for Sno-Caps and popcorn to be waiting, it will happen.  Maybe Jujubees, but those might tug on his partial.

Here's the breakdown, if anyone cares...........the awards were not in this order, so some of my

Best Motion Picture - Drama - Both Lost
Best Motion Picture - Musical or Comedy - Mike. Mike. Mike. 
Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture - Drama - Both Lost
Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture - Drama - Blobby wins. 
Best Actress in a Motion Picture - Musical or Comedy - Mike wins. 
Best Director - Mike wins
Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture - Musical or Comedy - Mike wins
Best Supporting Actress in a Motion Picture - Mike wins
Best Supporting Actor in a Motion Picture - Mike wins
Best Original Score in a Motion Picture - Both Lost
Best Screenplay in a Motion Picture - Both Lost
Best Animated Film - Mike......yet again. 
Best Motion Picture - Foreign Language - Blob wins. One. 
Best TV series - Drama - Mike.....again. 
Best performance by Actress in a TV series - Drama - Both Lose
Best performance by an Actor in a TV Series - Drama - Both Lose
Best TV series - Musical or Comedy - Blob wins.  YAYYYYY
Best performance by an Actor in a TV series - Musical or Comedy  - Blob wins
Best performance by an Actress in a TV series - Musical or Comedy - Both win
Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television - Both win
Best Performance by an Actor in a Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television - Both Lost
Best Performance by an Actress in a Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television - Both Won
Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role in a Series, Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television - Mike wins
Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role in a Series, Limited Series or Motion Picture Made for Television - Both Lost

All hail the victor.

(is my smirk showing?)

Song by: Alan Parsons Project

Monday, January 08, 2018

My Music Monday

2018.  A new image for the My Music Monday segments.  It's tradition.

I know I said I'd have a theme, or try to. I don't. This is a random selection thanks to #10 in shuffle.

Counting Crows' "You Can Count On Me" came from their disk, Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings.

It's rock and pop combined, though maybe a little more of the former. I'm always a fan of someone who will take a known phrase or thought and put a twist on it.

I like the band, but they can be very very hit or miss.  When they're good they can be great. When they're mediocre, they can come off as horrid......or worse, forgettable. This is a rare time when they're good, but not great.

If it pops up on my rotation, I don't hit 'next'.

Sunday, January 07, 2018

Straight Edge of the Blade

Six days into the year and we made it to our first movie. Hovering around 0F we had little activity choices other than staying in or going to a movie. We tried taking the dog out and he was happy. It lasted all of 10 minutes.

We now had a few more choices of movies than last weekend, so we chose I, Tonya.

I'd seen previews, of course, but couldn't quite tell whether or not if it was leaning to be a black comedy.

If you're over 30 (40?), you know the tale. Harding - Gillooly - Kerrigan and the Lillihammer Winter Olympics, and the Nationals before those.

Any other bio-pic would have done a telling start to finish of the events. That's not this movie, though it does incorporate most of them in some fashion. If you're looking for Kerrigan, she's barely here. I did find it odd, when she got hit and cried 'why me', a good portion of the audience laughed.  For the record, I was not one of them.

But while you could say I, Tonya was black-ish comedy, I felt at the heart of it, the story was a modern day American tragedy. That is, assuming you believe what is Tonya's truth. There are variations of the truth all over this movie, but there is nothing definitive.

Certainly, there are comic moments, and I think there are parts where people laughed a little more nervously at which they were not sure they should.

The cast is good. I really don't know anything about Margo Robie. In this movie, if going by her looks, Jamie Pressly (sp?) from My Name is Earl, could have been the stand-in or model for the look.  I wasn't 100% sold on Allsion Janney's portrayal of Harding's mom, but she certainly had her good moments.

Bobby Cannavale makes an appearance. But he's become the Michael "send me the script, I'll do it!" Caine of his generation. Though I have to say, I think Cannavale makes better choices - even when he is in everything.

I'd say some of the dialogue was a little far out there, until you realize that enough it is from interview done by Gillooly, Harding and her "bodyguard" Shawn.

I know the film has Oscar buzz and it might get there. I don't know it's worthy of wins. Yeah, I know I wagered on it for tonight's Golden Globes, but I also said, that award show is topsy-turvy and doesn't conform to societal norms.

There is no way yet of knowing where this will end up on the list of good for 2018, as the n right now is extremely small.  As you'll see below, I scaled back the movie goal to 12. It seems reasonable, but I've been proven wrong before on this..........many a time.

2018 Movie Count / Goal:  01 of 12

Song by: Jenny & Johnny

Saturday, January 06, 2018

Love is the Ride

Settle in folks - it's the first Sophie & Shep appearance of the year, plus friends.  I think there is a good selection, and if not in quality, at least in quantity.

Shep and best bud, Kooper having a blast at a school football field. 
...and yes, that is slobber draped across Shep's snout.  His own.  

.....a quiet moment of reflection. 

Brother and Sister time. 

Sleep time for Shep. He's a really good sleeper in bed. 

I swear, I could do this daily. I love being greeted like this. I know I linger and I'm sure the workers would just like me to go, but I stay and give anyone who wants pets pets. 

Sophie, making the new Oxo strainer hers, while her big-pawed brother watches. 

Shep checking out his new present. It's LL Bean, so hopefully it will last longer than a week. 

Dad #2 getting kisses for picking someone up from daycare!

Song by: Lucy Kapalansky