The Whistler's Dream

Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...

Random Fluffy Foto!

Random Fluffy Foto!
Writing in bed, and Beka editing by ear. Really. The ear typed some letters. Really.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

More celebriDrivel

Ah, Tina Fey. That pinnacle of thespian accomplishment. Ranks right up there with the immortal Adam Sandler in my list. So, here's what she had to say in regard to all the attention on her SNL impression of Gov. Palin at that widely-panned self-congratulatory sleaze fest known as the Emmys:

"Fey herself, who has gotten so much attention for her impression of Palin on "Saturday Night Live," said she hopes the VP hopeful will be out of her life very soon.

"I want to be done playing this lady Nov. 5, so if anyone could help me be done playing her on Nov. 5, that would be good for me," Fey said, adding that she was totally resistant in acknowledging her uncanny physical resemblance to Palin until her young daughter turned on the TV and teased "that's mummy."

Simple solution: join the masses who've already turned off the tube, watch the ratings drop, and bingo - she's done playing anybody. Easy. Quick. And really REALLY painless. Or, save us the effort and just drop her butt right now. It's in her best intrests, really - if she doesn't want to play someone anymore, all she has to do is get out of our faces.

And take a few of your friends with you, Tina...

Friday, September 19, 2008

Arr! Ye say it be yer birthday? ARR!

As be me tradition, we be celebratin' Talk Like A Pirate Day!

My pirate name is:

Mad Sam Kidd

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

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And, as also be me tradition, we be celebratin' the birthday of me first mate, a fine strappin' wench that's been on me crew for these past 26 years. I did try to find her pirate name, but the goat-kissin' son of a scurvy dog name-generatin'-thing didn't give 'er a name that did 'er justice. So, let me sees...

I calls her Cap'n Victoria Kidd, the scourge of typos and sloppy data (whatever that be). And she be me first mate, me soul mate, and me only mate on this 'ere voyage through life.

I loves ya, Sweet Vicki Sue, and I always will! ARRRR!!

Friday, September 05, 2008

Minor rant...

Alright - I just gotta put this out there...

I'm getting sick of musicians weeing themselves over their music being played by Republicans. The latest whine-fest? Ann & Nancy Wilson of Heart, objecting to the song "Barracuda" being played while Sarah Palin was onstage at the RNC. "Her views are certainly not our views" was the comment.

WHO CARES? Sorry, but I don't immediately think, "gee I guess that means that the Wilson sisters must fully support and agree with everything this candidate stands for!" Of course they don't - they're famous musicians. That pretty much points their compass to the far FAR left, if you get my drift.

Ms. Palin's nickname in High School was... any guesses?... Yup. "Barracuda." So that's the connection to the song. Period. Certainly, I can understand if the Wilson sistahs (and their ever-so-interested watchdogs at their label) want to get coin back from having the song played. That keeps the RIAA in business, after all. But assuming that a music clip constitutes an endorsement? Nah.

Besides, with their lack of anything current on the horizon, wouldn't you think that the Sistahs Wilson would like a little attention by now? Sheesh. If Ms. Palin wants to trot in to the strains of "Angelica's Waltz." I'll not only be happy to send her a CD, but I'll autograph it too. :-D

And hey - to be fair and balanced, if the good Senator O'BAM-ah would like to tra-lah in to that song, sure. That'd be fine. I'll just encode some subliminal messages mentioning how the use of this music doesn't necessairily represent the views of myself, Vicki, or Ezzie the Wonder Dog. So there.

Yikes-A-Roni. Sorry Ann & Nancy - just crawl back into whatever corner of obscurity you came from, and take a nap, 'k?

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Ok - how do you do this blog thing again???

Greetings, all 2.72 (and falling) of you who actually read this thang. It's been a cool, interesting, disappointing, and fast August.

The cool? Having our niecelet, Kassi down for a whole week. People my age shouldn't try to have that much fun in that short of an amount of time. Included in the festival were: a day trip to Chicago, a walk at Meijer Gardens, shopping at Rivertown, the Dark Night in IMAX, smoothies, Chinese food at Ming Ten... whew!

The interesting? I played three Sunday nights at Susie's Cafe in GR. Found that folks that go there regularly really dig my music. So, I'll be planning some other trips there in the future. But not at night - they're only open nights in the summer for ice cream. So we might do some Friday lunch music in October, and some Holiday lunch things in December. We'll see. But it was a fabulous time.

The disappointing? I think I already mentioned that I was turned down for the third time by our insurance for bariatric surgery. And with that, I officially gave up trying. I've gotten weary of the whole insurance thing, where I play the part of the mouse in the wheel, and they play the part of the 5 year old kid trying to knock the mouse off the wheel.

I'm at 470 lbs., and the whole summer went by without me doing anything about that. No bike riding, because the bike that was custom built for me missed a major dimension, and it's too big for my short legs. The knees are hellish, it's hard to move, and I begin to understand how someone decides one day to just lay down and not get up.

Although I have it on good authority that if I try and go that route, certain people will be "all up in my grill about that." :-D Knowing the person that told me that, I totally believe it... It has crossed my mind, tho - what is the point at which someone just gives up? How does someone decide one day that they're down, and they're not getting up. How does a person get to 600, 700, 800 lbs without anyone convincing them otherwise?

On the other hand, if someone has given up, no amount of talking in the world can get through to them, I'd suspect. It scares me to think of being so desolate, so lonely, so depressed that laying down and not getting up again is your only option. And it scares me that it might be me someday who doesn't get up. I hope it isn't, but still...

The fast? Summer is gone. And I never got out to enjoy it. I sat enthralled by my computer, wasting precious time I could have been out in the sunshine. Now the dark days are coming, and it's too late.

God and I are still not on a first-name basis yet. My heart remains a cold stone, not moved by worship, and I wonder what it will take to thaw it out.

Depressing? Yeah. But that's what's been roaming around in my head lately. And sometimes, the first step to changing things is cleaning out the ol' brainpan and getting rid of some of the crap. :-D