Saturday, December 31, 2016


"Surreal," has been chosen by Merriam Webster, as one of the words of the year. I'd say, pretty good choice. How else can we explain The Donald becoming out leader, one tiny finger on the nuke button, the other, tweeting away? Or, the Cubs World Series win? It's unexplainable. How about Bob Dylan winning the Nobel Prize? Okay, I liked that one, yet, still a very surreal year.

How can I explain how I have felt these last few months of the year? Well, it's rather like I'm waiting to feel safe. You know how you feel when you can talk to someone, a friend, a mate, a mom, who will always make you feel safe when you are with them? I want that in my life, and for my country. I don't want to be Negative Nel here. I don't. History has proven there are dark moments. History also records our perseverance, our humanity, our love. Aye, this is a dark time. For my daughter and granddaughter, I truly hope this will be a very short stay in this darkness.

I'll be here next year. Hope to see you, as well. Hugs and best wishes for all.

Friday, December 30, 2016

Maybe It's The Vapors

I've lived in my little Queen Anne home for almost three years now and have never encountered any critters - until, last night. I was sitting in my favorite chair, trying to relax, after a strenuous day in the ER. Nothing too horrible- just a bout of bronchitis. So, I'm watching the movie, Laura,' where a dame is still a dame, when out of the cor... no, actually, right in front of me, a mouse saunters by. I see her tippy toe out my door (phew!) then come right back in. She sort of hesitated and I said, "Why don't you go back out that door?" whereby she did a masterful flip into the air and ran into my kitchen.

Here's the thing. I cannot kill it. Especially after I had just seen 'The Tales of Despereaux,' earlier in the day, about a mouse

who wants to be a knight. He is brave and chivalrous. So, how could I possibly oust my visitor? What if she was sending me a message, like, "Hang in there, 2017 will be so much better.

Okay, it could be the drugs talking, although, I only took an antibiotic and had to suck up this stuff through a pipe and whoa, whoa, whoa....

Anyway, I have not seen her around, which is good. I know nothing about raising a mouse.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Keep My Pearly White Skin Out of This

This has become an issue, something I've seen all too often lately in the news. White people, we are supposed to stick together, we are one, so if Joe Schmoe, the white man, voted for Trump it's my fault as well. That according to Samantha Bee. Don't include me in your diatribe, lady. Also, I have an issue with white people including me in their racist mind think, such as the woman standing in line in a department store berating and demeaning two Hispanic women. She said she was just saying what we are all thinking. No, we are not all thinking with pea brain behavior. How about those kiddies who chanted, "Build a wall, build a wall..." after Trump won the nomination? Just kid stuff. In fact some parents blame the Hispanic student who filmed the incident for inciting negative feelings and endangering their precious apples.

Look, assholes, don't speak for me. Do not include me in your ignorance, in your sick mentality. My white ass is not yours. I do not belong to any "community," because of the color of my skin. You want to spew your hatred. It's all on you. Don't blame me cause I am not with you, not one part of me.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

I'm Rawther Intrigued

Lately, we have been having a rawther good time with Eloise. You know, Eloise who lives in the Plaza in New York city. What I found out about Eloise is just fascinating. She was invented by a very talented woman, Kay Thompson,
who had lived in the Plaza because she was rawther famous herself for teaching singers how to sing, better. She also acted in a few films herself.

Eloise started out as a tease and a tickle in Kay's throat. Sometimes what is created is born from something so deep within we wonder if it actually comes from our ids. Steven King claims this phenom all the time. It's as if something or someone takes over and must come out. His little mind creatures are rawther frightening but Eloise, ah, Eloise, she is the quintessential six year old child who lives by no rules but her own, who is a princess in her 20 Century tower.

I find Kay Thompson quite an interesting person. And, Eloise, well, you must go visit her some day. You might just see her skipping across the Plaza with Skipperdee and Weenie.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

He Was A She And A Very Good She Was He

Okay, one more thing to post. I watched, Nora Ephron's, Mixed Nuts, starring Steve Martin and a bunch of b-listers. I don't have to tell you the reviews since I already said it was by Nora Ephron. It's a terrible movie with some very funny moments, all supplied by Martin and Liev Schreiber,

of whom I have never paid much attention until he was a she and a very good she was he. Oooh, he's handsome, and currently single. Humina, humina.

So Long, Princess

Carrie Fisher. Much, much, too young. I was not a big fan of the betweeners, the Star Wars after Hans and Princess Leia. I did see the last one when all the gang came back, and I loved it. I think I would have liked Carrie Fisher very much. She was funny and honest and a bit cheeky. It is so wrong for a child to go before the parents no matter the age. There will be many people who will say, "Who cares, we didn't know her." It's true and, it's not. They take us places we dream of, all in glorious film. They make us laugh, break our hearts, piss us off, and make us want more. She truly will be missed, as they all are.

12/28/16. Sadly, Debbie Reynold's, Carrie's mom, has died. What can one say. I opened my computer to see the news, and was truly disturbed by the article. Not that they got it wrong, her life, but that they had crossed every t and dotted every I, something they had ready made in the vault.

Peace to you and your daughter.

Where's My Comment!?

BTW, lovely readers, you may notice or not, a whole bunch of comments disappeared. My bad. I also had the comments on my phone and deleted them never thinking they'd all go away. I'm such a technical antinerd.

Monday, December 26, 2016


All in all I had a very nice Christmas. There was one little glitch on Christmas Eve. I told my three year old granddaughter she could open one present. She unwrapped the 64 (64!) count box of Crayola crayons and started to howl, then she poured the crayons on the floor and howled some more. She was expecting a scooter. Okay, funny and pitiful and rather hurtful. Mom gave her a time out. All was saved the next day when she said it was her best Christmas ever. I think she meant it. I did not go all out because she gets a lot of stuff from Daddy. Yeah, Dad got her the 'Hatchimal,' the latest craze for kids. I remember seeing something about it on some show where the host said the original price was $50. Well, this thing has gone off the charts. Daddy got child one for $130.00 x 2, since he had to buy two of them. I just googled the bird like thing and it is now hovering in the $300 range. Supposedly, this this can mentally grow up. Its starts in the baby stage to toddler to...what, belligerent teen? When I saw my granddaughter's, I was not impressed. It went, "Lalala," and "uh-oh," and hiccupped as its eyes turned from blue to green to red. It's not a cuddly thing, although it has some sort of fur on it.

Okay, this is not going to be a, "Get off my lawn," rant. I kind of get it. I wanted a play kitchen when I was young. Never got it. Also, this is a country of capitalism. I have no doubt moms and dads will be buying this thing no matter how high the price.

Yeah, we/I live in a country where we can buy $300 toys for our children. That's a good thing.

Isn't it?

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Hide and Sneak

Ah, to be young, and stupid. If someone had dared me years ago to try this, I think I may have taken the challenge, although, my preference would have been a book store. Ikea is the best. I get the store big wheels are a tad miffed because those dang youngsters still keep trying to get away with it. Great marketing, I say.

Remember the teen who lived in a Walmart for weeks? As I do some research (Research!?) I see many people have tried to live in Wal-Mart. Jeesh, if you are going to live off the griddle, pick something a little classier, like Target. Okay, living in a department store is creepy, as was the woman who lived in a man's  cupboard, then would come out when he went to work. Again creepy, but brilliant.

Perhaps, before I get too crotchety I will attempt to live in George Clooney's closet.

Stop The Presses! Tired Dad

Gahd, I'm turning into a Grinch. It's going to seem like I'm man bashing in this story, but it's really not Dad's fault. Women are to blame, here.

A Dad, exhausted after trying to get home. He takes the baby. Baby sees lady. Wants lady. Dad and lady take turns holding baby. Story makes big news. Why?

Grinchy me says, if Mom had been on plane, also exhausted and baby would be fussy, would this be a story if nice lady and Mom took turns holding baby?

It was certainly a lovely gesture for lady to help out with baby. I guess it's a story because it just doesn't happen every day. A Dad with a baby on a plane, exhausted. Now, a Mom with a baby on a plane, exhausted. Not news.

What's my point, you ask. Women go gaga googoo when they see a Dad with a baby, holding it, paying attention to it, being a Dad to it. Is it that rare? Is it that rare in this day and age to see Dads with babies? I should say young Dads. I see them all the time; Dad's with babies. They look exhausted.

Stop the presses!

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

No Updates on This Updated Update

Here are some updates on stories I've pondered over. The first one is concerning the teacher who grabbed the microphone before child could finish his line. This is the other side, right here. Um, yeah, okay, I guess, but she still seemed rawther ticked. Although, I have to say, those school kid shows are like getting a splinter in your bum but(t) (Hohum) not being able to get it out.


The Columbia plane crash... We may not know for quite some time. The first thing I had heard was one of the football players demanded his phone be charged, taking up the crews' valuable time. Wow. I'm not sure about that but truth is stranger than fiction. Stay tuned...

Well, this story gets weirder and weirder. The woman, (always described as a mom) Sherri Papini, who was allegedly kidnapped by two Mexican women, yet managed to escaped, and now has taken off somewhere with hubby and kids, seems to have a hazy memory about what happened. The weirder part is this guy, Cameron Gamble, a ransom negotiator, although, I don't believe any ransom was requested. I'm not sure if that's a lucrative business he's in but he seems to have some sort of calling, me thinks mostly scaring the beejeebus out of nubile ladies. Project Taken is his game, if you care. I'm just more confused. Curiouser and curiouser....


Two girls, aged twelve, stab their classmate 19 times because Slenderman told them to. The girls now 15 seem to be in limbo, as though no one really knows what to do with them. Clearly they are mentally ill. Do they go to prison?

Seems I've asked more questions than answered. More clues to follow. Stay tuned...

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Did You Say, Man Flu?

"Oh, you poor baby. I'm going to take care of your booboo. Let me rub your feet and fluff your pillow and clean up your spew. Oho, that's quite all right, dear, this dress was old. Now, you just lie down and sleep while I call a lawyer, I mean a doctor. Lie still..."

According to this thing, here, it says men do feel the flu symptoms stronger than women.

I'll reserve my judgement. But, ya all know what I'm thinking.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Who Is The First Lady, Jackie or Moana?

I ponder why some movies are made. They seem to be aimed at no particular audience, unless the audience prefers obscure movies so they can boast they sat three hours watching the most wretched film. Now, I'm not saying the recent movie, 'Jackie,' is wretched. I did not see it. It looks quite stunning, visually. Looks like it cost loads of money to make. I'm not a fan of Natalie Portman, who portrays Jackie Kennedy in the film. I don't know why I have this negative attitude towards Portman, but I do. However, it would not be the reason for not seeing the movie. I just don't find the subject matter something that would keep me in my seat for two/three hours. It was an awful time in American history. A lovely lady married a charming man and most likely expected a fairy tale life. Didn't happen. I just don't care about her grief, her sorrow, her strength... She was probably a wonderful mother given how intelligent and 'normal' her children turned out. I'm not sure what the movie covers. Like I said, I don't care. Are others going to see this? Check out Mojo to see where it is on the charts. Looks like another lady beat out Jackie by a long shot, Moana.

Friday, December 16, 2016

It'll Be Alwhite

Source: my aakriti
Hacked! Seems to be something to this. So, now what do we do; let this fool still take over?

Can we have a do-over? Let's just keep Obama in there until we find two decent candidates. That's my input. Although, seeing how white Obama's hair has turned< I'm guessing he'll want to get out of dodge.


Mersey River

I was playing on computer this morning, going to one of my favorite live camera sites, Nova Scotia. Looks a little rough. I love it!

Chester Yacht Club


Of course, someone had to do it. They calculated how Santa could get to everyone before Christmas. He would have to go 62 million miles an hour in 31 hours. Whooo! Here's a storm tracker if you believe.


The snow is coming down. I have my book, 'The Great Railway Bazaar,' by Paul Theroux, hot chocolate, wine, pizza... Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....


Oh, and Packers vs. Bears Sunday at noon. What could be awesomer!?

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

OMG! Mom Kissing Child! Sick!

I wanna get riled over dis dis cause it's so silly and I get emotional over the small things, or is it a small thing? I'm making it BIG.

It's a lovely photo of Hilary Duff and her four year old son at Disneyland. The brouhaha is because Mom is kissing son on lips.

OMG!? Affection, love, a mom's kiss!? The travesty. Yeah, well some people had some problem with this. What kind of people would object to this?

People are so fucking weird.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

How's About 20% Off My Knuckles!

I know, I know, I should have patience, but coupon nuts drive me, well, nuts. Especially ones like the woman in this story who took twenty minutes going through her coupons! WTF! I know she has every right to be an obnoxious shopper who doesn't care there are people waiting. The real culprits are the people who work there. Open up another frickin' line fer chris' sake! I don't know if the woman was actually beaten up by angry customer. Things happened off camera. I'm sure the store can figure it out.

Come on couponers, use a little at a time, not twenty minutes sorting through your giant book. Have them ready before you get in line. Kaaaay?

Monday, December 12, 2016

I'm So Felting It

So now that everyone else has a gift for Christmas, I was looking for myself. I started with looking for Bob Dylan memoribilia and found this adorable site. I'd have to make my own Bob. but I may just order a kit and see what happens. Well, naturally I'll share my fabulous results; Check out here, ifin you like this sort of thing called art.

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Ways and Meanies

Hilarious. Kimmel has some hate thing going over kids. I know nothing about him. don't watch his show, but wonder why the hate. I don't have a elf on a shelf because I also hate when fear is used as a means to get children to behave. But, hey, if that's your thing, or you might have a Damien that needs some learnin' try these, here.

Baba Yaga


Saturday, December 10, 2016

Oh, Granny

Grandmas. I now get it. I hope you all have the privilege of becoming a grandparent. Seriously, there is nothing like it. Yesterday, my granddaughter and I made a "garlic" strand for the tree. She also bugged me endlessly on where her gifts might be hidden. She said she wouldn't look if I told her. I then said, "Then what is the point of showing you?" She replied (with one eye open) "I'll just take a little look."

I know, I know, it's just something that makes me giggle whilst you all scratch your heads, but I'm reminded of that classic (I like it) movie, Dennis the Menace, where Martha is talking to George about reading aloud to Dennis. George an old grump reply. She gets up and says to him she merely wanted to share something that made her happy.

That's all.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Hipsters and Nazis

We don't have the wise words of Jon Stewart anymore,but there are still people who call it like it is. Thanks, Seth.


Ha! Speaking of hipsters, I found a new cafe in town. It's hard to find because of the tiny sign and dark doorway, but once inside it is a hipster paradise. Coffee or tea, organic or fair trade, every kind of wine you could want, specialty ales (don't say beer) Baristas with tattooed arm sleeves and "F-you," attitudes. And, an amazing lack of people of color, unless you count arm sleeve girl.

What made me laugh and sort of pissed me off is when I bought my $1.85 Masala Chai, the hipster server handed my bill in a fancy bill booklet. (It's called a waiter wallet. HEY!) He wouldn't touch my dollars. I had to use the stupid booklet. After I drank my tea amongst the hip and white, I found a great bottle of wine for Christmas. Again, same deal. I held out my card, yet doofus (HEY!) handed me the bill in the booklet. Gahd, so pretentious.

You know what really pissed me off? ME! I put a tip in the wallet. Still bugs me. As does calling Nazis the Alt-right. I may get slapped around later, mostly by myself, but perhaps Clint was right when saying we've gotten so politically correct in this country. (((slap, slap))) Ouch.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Sing a Song of the Curmudgeon

I know there is some reasoning behind adding music to dark drama such as Oliver Twist, or this new hit, Hamilton. If I understand this, the reason is to alleviate the misery the audience member may be feeling seeing a child in rags, begging for food, coughing up coal chunks. I'm not sure Charles Dickens would be happy to see a rosy faced little cherub pleading for food in D minor.

Is it possible people will recall the child's grief, and or, death, whilst singing, "Oh, his clothes hung upon him like seaweed from the emerald sea."

Yeah, call me a curmudgeon. Falalalala.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Tango of Film

I think I may have seen about ten minutes of, 'Last Tango in Paris.' It was so long ago that I don't even remember my reaction to it. The recent revelation in the news over director, Bertolucci's admission that the rape scene was not consensual is truly disturbing. This is old news. The interview with Bertolucci happened in 2013, and I'm sure many people knew even before that what had happened. So, why now? Believe me, I am not dismissing the heinous act of a woman being (movie) raped. I just wonder why now; why are people finally addressing this, expressing their anger and disgust?  Women have been vilifies, used, harassed, molested, threatened, degraded, ignored and humiliated in Hollywood, Bollywood, Paris since time began. This happens a lot in the biz. Actors mention this all the time. Women mention this ALL the time.

Yet, no one seems to be outraged this still happens. Last Tango in Paris was filmed in 1972. What happened was sick and depraved, and...

It still happens. Where's the outrage?

Monday, December 5, 2016

Giving Kudos to Book Not Read

I haven't read the book and I don't think the movie is out yet, but someone told me the whole story about a five year old boy who grew up in India. He ends up on a train and falls asleep. For weeks he lives on his own, then sent to an orphanage where he is adopted by a couple from Australia.

That's all I'm going to tell you. This true story is so amazing, and I haven't even read it! I do have the book and plan to fall into a good book tonight.

Did I mention Dev Patel plays Saroo Brierley? Humina, humina....

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Turned Paradise into a Parking Lot

This story is so awesome. There is a tunnel under Naples, once used by King Ferdinand II to vamoose when his enemies wanted to knock off his crown. Well, a king can't live forever so the tunnel was used as a military hospital for awhile, then, a junk yard for abandoned vehicles.

You can take a tour if you happen to be in the area. Boy, this is on my seat bucket list.

Lookey here, for more.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Whistler's Mother#@!%&*^ Song

Haha, yes, I completely understand how this woman feels. If you don't want to go to link, here's the scoop. Some guy keeps whistling, 'Closing Time,' near her house. She tells him to shut up which was probably not the smartest thing to do cause it annoys the whistler who continues his mouth organ. So, lady calls police who eventually do find man some many yards away, still whistling the tune. Like the writer in article wonders, was she just annoyed with his choice of song, or whistling in general?

I admit, I hate whistling. It is like the scratching on a chalkboard reaction for me. Never heard a woman whistle, just a man. The terrible thing is, angry people probably don't whistle. I'm guessing the whistler is usually a happy guy. But gahd almighty it grates on my every nerve. As for the song, just imagine hearing that over and over...

Time to close this one up.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Hairy Pranksters

Do you like pranksters, the type who have some inner need to make one laugh? Some people go way too far. They are amateurs, my friends. Click on to this link for some serious merry makers.

In my humble opinion, pranks are meant to give people a chuckle or a little scare. Those who think running naked whilst their junk bounces are not funny. Those who scare people to the imminent course of cardiac arrest are not so funny.

Of course, it's all subjective, isn't it? What do think? Funny, or, not so funny?

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Seven Million Dollars of Stinky Cheese

Hey, I'm not happy the way the election turned out, but the people have voted, so I will try to remain optimistic and hopeful.

I don't quite understand this recount going on in my own cheddarland corner. What is the point? Can it really make one iota of a difference? It cost roughly seven million for this. Think about that. Seven million dollars. That could feed a lot of people. That could buy winter coats, shoes, boots, hats, blankets for so many people.

Even if you had the six million dollar man deliver a million dollars worth of coats, that's still a lot of happy and warm kids.

Another thing on my list I do not understand.


Is there anything you can still find within yourself of that kid you used to be? I remember as a kid always looking for unique rocks or fossils. I still do that. I should have been a geologist. 


Before there was digital online free drawing sites such as, Picmonkey, Lunapic, and Photofunia, sites I use to create my works of art (ho-hum) there was the hand.

I've been doing a lot with the hand lately. Yeah, I like to sniff paint as well. Takes me back. 

I present to you my hand stuff.

Yes, impressive, aint' it?

Take This Train for a Halloween Freight

Ya really wanna scare on Halloween?  Too bad this tunnel only allows fright trains. I mean, freight trains. I now understand why some peopl...