Archive for June, 2010

It is not polite to point

June 24, 2010

My BB makes me laugh.

The other night we watched videos.  When we were done, she cleared off the T.V stands and headed upstairs to the kitchen to put things away.

But when she passed by our de-humidifier she said, “Can you turn that back on?”  (Our television is in the lower level of our house just up from the basement.  The de-humidifier drones and detracts from the videos)  The funny thing was, she points at it with her foot!  Now who does that?

I found it simply hilarious and the more I thought about it, the funnier it became until I was splitting a gut.  BB says it is perfectly normal for a person to point with their foot.  I have heard of nodding towards something with your head if your hands are full, but pointing at it with your foot?  That was a new one…

I used to listen to The Point @ 102.5 while I was living in Florida…

Now I’ve heard of teaching your dog to point or fishing off the point in Nova Scotia…

I’ve even heard of the album, Bless Its Pointed Little Head by Jefferson Airplane

But I’ve never seen someone point with their foot.  I know that some stretches require that you “point your toes” but that is not the same thing.

I also know that … “the point of a gun was the only law Liberty understood.”  At least according to Gene Pitney.

They say that when you point your finger at someone there are three more pointing back at you…

And I was told when I was growing up that it was not polite to point (otherwise people will know you are talking about them).

I’ve heard of West Point and Zabriskie Point and even seen Grosse Point Blank.

Maybe some folks are an old hand at pointing with their foot, but it is news to me.  So if you have an amusing story to tell about pointing with this particular extremity, let me know.

Otherwise this post risks being…  pointless.


Two Thumbs Up for Toy Story 3

June 19, 2010

  Sequels come and go.  Some are equal to or even better than the originals. (see The Godfather, Part 2)  Some are not worth the celluloid they are printed on.  (see Sex in the City 2)  Sometimes the critics pan what the public loves.  (see The Dark Knight)  Other times the critics love what the public shuns.  (see Brokeback Mountain)  Last night we had the chance to see Toy Story

As a grown-up (?) I am not in the least bit embarrassed to say this was a sequel I was long looking forward to and I was not disappointed in the end product.  But let me give you the whole story…

We have a 13 year old.  Actually 13 1/2 as she will quickly point out.  With all the hype, preparation, build-up and anticipation of Toy Story 3, the fact that WE were going to see it was a given.  That is… up until last night.

I’m not a big fan of opening nights at the theatre.  Crowds galore and children a-plenty usually make me want to hold back until the newness fades, but not last night.  We were anxious to be part of this much ballyhooed event, if only much ballyhooed at our house.  Except for one tiny little snag… our daughter decided she didn’t want to go.

“It’s childish.” She said, “I’m not interested in seeing something for children.”

Whoa!  What happened?  We own Toy Story and Toy Story 2 and love them.  We saw previews for Toy Story 3 months ago and all agreed that it was THE summer movie to see in 2010. 

Ah, we  realized… she thinks she is too mature.

“Well, we are going,”  her mother declared,  “and you are welcome to come with us or stay home!”  So, weighing the alternatives; movie, popcorn and candy as opposed to home alone in front of the television set, she opted to reluctantly join us.  “But I won’t enjoy it.” She determined.

And it was crowded.  There were long lines at the concession stand.  And there were children.  The previews were designed to highlight movies aimed at children and younger minded audiences.  Our daughter sat beside me and chided each presentation as, “stupid”, “childish”, “immature”, or just plain “dumb” up until the actual movie started.  Then something miraculous happened.

Our “grown-up” 13 1/2 year old became a kid again and just for that time, all was right in the family.

I won’t go into the storyline here, suffice it to say that if your family enjoyed the previous films, they will love this one, too.  It is good family fair for kids aged 9 to 90.  And I was able to impart a little bit of wisdom to our girl as she and I waited for the popcorn while her mom and brother held our seats for us…

Don’t hurry yourself into growing up.

I have read little blurbs on the Internet about whether we really NEEDED a Toy Story 3 and/or how does it measure up to the original and it’s sequel… but don’t clutter your mind with the politically correctness of the critics and their often opinionated, higher thinking and archaic word choices.

Take it from a big kid who seized a bridge between outside influences and old family values.  Take your children, laugh and share then talk to them about the lessons learned in this wonderful addition to the Toy Story franchise. 

You’ll be glad you did.

Oh, by the way… now our big little girl has decided that we need to add Toy Story 3 to our collection!  She is wise beyond her years…


You Are the Paul McCartney Beneath My Wings

June 11, 2010

The perfect dedication song… does one really exist?  With so many to choose from, it is difficult to pick just one. Maybe the perfect compilation would be the better thought…

I never knew what I missed until I kissed her…

She’s always a lady…

and she believes in me…

Could anyone be more beautiful?

Is it any wonder that I love her?

Whenever I feel down or not sure which direction I should go, she’s always there to guide me…

I could never thank her enough…

but I will continue to try…

and do anything for my love…

I love my French Canadian sweetheart…


I’m Too Hot for this Blog…

June 5, 2010

So perhaps you heard of this poor woman’s plight…



Could anything be more vain?  To declare, ” I have had this burden all my life.  My figure just drives men to distraction because I’m so hot?”

If you watch the video (which appears rehearsed) this woman looks like, well… a woman at work.  But now suddenly, we have other images… and  and finally, splashed all over the Web that seem to be auditions for a magazine cover.

You know, people will do anything these days for their 15 minutes of fame.  Reality “stars”, Balloon Boy, mistress confessions, stalkers, crashers, Joe the plumber, frivolous lawsuits… and it all seems to work for a while.

But you have to wonder when this lawyer decided to take the case, did he see it as a win-win situation??mkt=en-ca&vid=ac537f6e-c03a-459f-b520-f9fa4572f7cf&tab=m1209500717947&from=hpquad  Either way, we’re gonna make some big bucks off this case because either Citi will settle, we will win the case via judgement by the court, or we’ll garnish so much publicity that someone out there will hire you because you are “so hot.”

I guess that means if the rest of us are still working, we must not be very hot.  Perhaps only average or worse yet… (gasp!) ordinary.


Could it be that this person was let go because she couldn’t do her job?  If as she claims, she was a distraction and a “favorite” amongst the male clients… did she play up to that rather than try to overcome it?  It would seem to me that a person determined to succeed at their job would try to minimize anything that would hamper job performance, if they valued their position.

I have been to many loan institutions in my day and I have seen attractive women doing their work.  I have seen some try to get by with their facial features and anatomy, others use their brains.  Many were/are as attractive as this person, perhaps even more so.

I find if you are doing your job and doing it well, the attraction comes naturally and people recognize it without all the outside appearances.  If you are obsessed with how you look, the attraction fades…

After all, the world is full of pretty faces… true beauty comes from within.


Rolling Stone’s 500 Greatest Songs of All Time? Not Hardly

June 2, 2010

Another list, another bust.  I guess Rolling Stone had to “update” it’s 2004 greatest songs of all time list to accomodate the Y2KO’s  but I say bunk.

And I guess I’m not the only one who feels this way…

Here’s the list if you haven’t shelled out the bucks for the prints yet…,1086538,1086538

It’s almost hysterical.  Some of these choices to be “politically correct” left out some fantastic songs by great artists.

You know, a great song should be a defining moment in our culture.  Bangladesh by George Harrison.  Back in 1971 George did it first by sponsoring a charity event, The Concert for Bangladesh. Unselfishly, a world renown artist did something to make a difference.  That song should be considered one of the greatest of all time simply because of what it started.

On the heels of George Harrison,  Micheal Jackson helped organize We Are the World for charity.  It was a rallying cry for people to make a difference.  I think that song deserves to be ranked as one of the greatest of all time ahead of Rolling Stones choice for #417, Fuck the Police. Don’t you?  Beat It did manage to rank #337, kind of like an afterthought.

Let’s see,  the Moody Blues recorded the first stereo album, Days of Future Passed, back in 1967.  That is a landmark achievement not only because of it being stereo, but because it blended classical instruments with rock for the first time! Perhaps rather than No Woman, No Cry (which sucks) we could have had Knights in White Satin.

There was no mention of Harry Nilsson, personally I think Everybody’s Talkin’ or I Guess the Lord Must Be in New York City does it for me much better than Nirvana’s Feels Like Teen Spirit, ranked at an unbelievable #9!

Neil Diamond, accomplished singer and songwriter, didn’t get a spot on Rolling Stones list.  I Am, I Said should have been included somewhere.

Jim Croce’s Time in a Bottle beats anything Iggy Pop put out, in my humble opinion.

One For My Baby (and One More For the Road) by Frank Sinatra?  Nothing by The Voice on this list.

Kris Kristofferson was an obvious oversight.  Loving Her Was Easier Than Anything I’ll Ever Do Again should have beat out at least a hundred lesser songs chosen by Rolling Stone’s panel, or at the very least… Sunday Morning Coming Down.

I would have liked to see Charlie Rich, either Rollin’ With the Flow or Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues but who says Rolling Stone really knows what they are talking about?

It’s Only Make Believe by Conway Twitty.  Blue Eyes Cryin’ in the Rain by Willie Nelson.  You’re So Young and Beautiful by Elvis Presley.  I Saw the Light or I Can’t Help It If I’m Still in Love With You by Hank Williams.  From a Jack to a King by Ned Miller.  He’ll Have to Go by Jim Reeves.  Devil Woman by Marty Robbins.  I Will Always Love You or Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton.  Coalminer’s Daughter or You Ain’t Woman Enough by Loretta Lynn.  Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin.  At Last by Etta James.  Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt.  This Guy’s In Love With You by Burt Bacharach.  No Waylon, no Merle, no Roy Clark, no Boy Named Sue?  and on, and on, and on…

And no Grateful Dead?

Why omit this song?

We Can Run

Lyrics: John Barlow
Music: Brent Mydland

We don’t own this place though we act as if we did
It belongs to the children of our children’s kids
The actual owners haven’t even been born yet

But we never tend the garden and we rarely pay the rent
Most of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we’ll be when the bills hit

We can run but we can’t hide from it
Of all possible worlds we only got one, we gotta ride on it
Whatever we’ve done we’ll never get far from what we leave behind
Baby we can run, run, run but we can’t hide

Well I’m dumping my trash in your back yard
Making certain you don’t notice really isn’t so hard
You’re so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use

Well it’s oil for the rich and babies for the poor
We’ve got everyone believing that more is more
If a reckoning comes maybe we’ll know what to do then


All these complications seem to leave no choice
I heard the tongues of billions speak with just one voice
Saying just leave all the rest to me, I need it worse than you, you see
Then I heard the sound of one child crying

Today I went out walking in the amber wind
There’s a hole in the sky where the light pours in
I remember the days when I wasn’t afraid of the sunshine

But now it beats down on the asphalt land
Like hammering blow from God’s left hand
What little still grows
Cringes in the shade till the night-time


as recorded by the Grateful Dead

This song was way out of character for them and it struck a chord with all of us, sort of a modern send up of… It’s Natures Way by Spirit.

Or how about this one?

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother (B. Scott and B. Russell)

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother…

as recorded by the Hollies

Or how about the single most recorded song of all time?

check it out…

Gentle On My Mind by John Hartford

It’s knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it’s knowing I’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem’ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem’ry
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
‘Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me ’til I’m blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin’ on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin’
Cracklin’ caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands ’round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you’re waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my mem’ry
Ever smilin’ ever gentle on my mind

as recorded by Glen Campbell


Yes, I could go on but I won’t.  Suffice it to say I don’t buy into Rolling Stones “something for everybody” greatest songs list.

You shouldn’t either!