Frank Caliendo. The guy’s hilarious. He does the best George Bush out there.
From TBS, it’s Frank TV, covering the election madness. All new October episodes include sketches on:
Then there’s this. The Obama guy is funny…
Power went out at 7:30 last night, and just around midnight, I saw the night light go on in my bedroom.
Category 1 hurricane winds hit Ohio last night. Part of my town is still without power. Schools in my county were closed today; they were without power, too. Wild.
Last night around 6 p.m., I heard a huge crash. This small tree trunk was lying across my front walk, just in front of my steps. Had Rousseau and I been out there…
There are parts of trees everywhere. The Thriller called the city department arborist, and he told us that we’re 39th in line to get tree damage cleared up. Our roof shingles are in pretty bad shape; the insurance claim was filed this morning. Crazy. But I’m glad no one was hurt.
Worst thing: I missed Mad Men. Off I go to the AMC website to see if I can look at it.
Fink out.
…or at least a huge portion of the blogging population, I think it’s fitting to commemorate the 2001 event that changed the world. No pictures today. Just a memory.
Know what sticks in my mind like super glue? The ice-blue sky that day. There wasn’t a cloud anywhere. I will never forget that image; I don’t know why, and I can’t tell you why it’s bothered me all these years. Maybe it’s the incongruity of it; the beauty before the tragedy. Regardless, it’s burned in my memory forever.
Anyway…
I don’t know precisely what I was doing at that moment, but I was nowhere near a television (back then, I didn’t have a TV in my classroom). I was walking down the school hallway, on my way back to my room from the office, when another music teacher met me and said, “I think somebody just bombed the Pentagon.” From that moment, it was on. Total confusion. I remember being uneasy and just a little fearful. I immediately thought about Pearl Harbor in 1941 (the last time anyone perpetrated an open act of war on United States land). With only sketchy information, I didn’t know what to think about everything.
I had to teach a class, and by the time it was over, it was about 9:40 (the attack happened at 8:48). I went to another teacher’s room, where I watched in disbelief what had developed while I was with 8th graders. Everyone was in shock. People came to the school and picked up their children. No one knew what it all meant or what was going to happen next. I think a bunch of us experienced an inexplicable urge to nest. I wanted to be home with my family. It was an awful day, followed by some more awful days.
I watched part of CNN’s coverage of the initial event this morning. I had to stop watching. Too horrible when you know what’s going to happen…
I’ve been to New York twice since 9/11, and I must say it is a city of resilience. That’s gratifying and comforting to see. But part of me is still mad. Mad at the arrogant hubris of America, mad at the psychopaths who were behind this mass murder, mad at someone or something I can’t identify. It’s unsettling.
I think I’ll ruminate on it today. I’ll mix a cocktail out of it; sadness of the anniversary of 9/11, and absolute joy at Lance & Heidi’s upcoming wedding. It will be a good weekend after all.
Fink out.
Yep, already! Adam R. knew the answer to today’s contest. The line, which goes, “‘Get out,’ I told her. ‘Take the child, and go to the spa and get your health back‘” was spoken by Constanze Mozart’s mother in the movie Amadeus from 1984 (it won Best Picture that year).
A big ol’ Hershey bar is on its way to Adam’s house…
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Ah, but I haven’t forgotten about you, contest hounds. After taking the month of August off, the RtB Contest is back.
Big fat ol’ Hershey bar (either in person or through the mail, and the Fink don’t skimp — you get the biggy) goes to the winner. Today’s fun:
In the second-to-last paragraph of this post, there is a movie quote (it’s the phrase actually in quotes, beginning with the words “go to the spa…”). Two-part question:
Send your answers (it’s gotta be both and both gotta be right) to ratfink at finkweb . org to claim your yummy prize. First one to reach my inbox wins.
Please don’t post the answer here, because folks might want to research on their own first. Please and thank you.
Out-of-state players: that means people outside the grasp of my rat claws here in Ohio – the USPS and I are tight, so don’t be afraid to play — I’ll be happy to send your luscious chocolateness through the mail.
Winner will be announced in this space soon’s I get the right answer.
Finky days all around. I’m hittin’ the shower.
Do you have a list like that? I want you to name some off your list, and I’ll do the same, ok? (TRO — I know you can’t resist beautiful brunettes — think of something else!) 
Things I Can’t ResistWhat about you? List a couple. Reveal your inner cravings, OCD tendencies, and general freakishness.