Let’s commence to commence. Much to do on this Saturnday, and most of it has to do with two of my favorite things outside of spending time with my grandsons:

Food and dancing. Dancing and food. And food.

Dancing food.

*Yay*

Today I will create some cake pops for our fiend (and fellow Finkite) Rae, who will marry the handsome Heffe this May. She has asked me to provide cake truffles on sticks as table favors for her wedding guests, so I plan to get my creative on today and see what I can come up with. Then it’s choreography for the Joseph Act One finale.

What’s up for your day? I’m sure it will be much more fun if you include dancing food.

Now to find someone to help me sample all these treats…hmmm…

And what a week it’s been, sports fans. Stream-of-consciousness thunderbirds are GO:

So Fox News says that Beyoncé sang the Star Spangled Banner at a press conference with “no background music.”

*wiggle fingers* WooOoOOoOOoooOOo. 

Do I snark? Do I sarcazz? Should any half-decent singer be able to pull that off? Yes, yep, and duh. Two snippity questions:

1. So what?
2. Qui s’en soucie?

And speaking of the National Anthem, I will go on record as saying my newest rep at the Cleveland Indians front office (and by “newest,” I mean there’s a higher turnover rate in that position than at McDonalds or Denny’s) is less than courteous. Don’t sass me, little girl. I’m just trying to make your job easier. (Not that it matters, because you’ll “move on” next week.)

Nothing in life is assured, except that at some point, it comes to an end. Your health, your net worth, your job security…it’s all fair game. It’s easy to become complacent and think that certain elements in your life are set in stone, when in fact, they can be as fleeting as the shifting sand. Enjoy and value every moment, fiends.

I have had a week of darn good rehearsals at school, both during the day with the choirs and at night with the cast. The suspense is terrible; I hope it’ll last.

I saw an interview with Gene Wilder. Did you know his real name is Jerry Silberman? He told the interviewer he couldn’t quite see a marquee reading “Jerry Silberman as Macbeth,” so he took “Gene” from a character he liked in the story Look Homeward, Angel and “Wilder” from his admiration of playwright and novelist Thornton Wilder.

The previous two paragraphs are actually connected. Care to say how? First fiend to provide the correct answer gets a big fat ol’ Hershey’s Chocolate Bar. (Git it? Huh? Chocolate? Git it? )

All right. Time to go pay some bills before hitting the shower and the road. Vive Vendredi!!

Frenchifink

PS – Happy birthday, Daddy! 

The Fink hits the deck.

Yesterday’s timeline:

5:00 a.m. Alarm goes off.
6:05 a.m. I realize I shut off the alarm, but didn’t actually get up.
6:55 a.m. Fly out the door to start the car.
6:55:05 a.m. Icy stairs. B00M.
6:57 a.m. Back inside, change clothes, text principal.
7: 48 a.m. Arrive at work, 18 minutes late.
8:05, 9:40, and 12:15 – Bad news, bad news, and more bad news.

What say we just scratch yesterday from the record? That gets my vote, Jim.

(But today’s starting off pretty well, with a 2-hour fog delay)

Today, I shall buy some new work shoes online. I buy most of them that way, because so few stores carry my size (5 US). I’ve rarely bought shoes from an internet retailer and had to send them back, so it’s almost risk-free, which is good. I never seem to have that kind of luck in a physical store.

Anyway, I got to thinking about some of my favorite shoes over the years. Fellow teenagers of the 70s: remember Earth Shoes, those boxy things that featured the negative heel? They were created by a Danish yoga master, and marketed as a more natural and healthy way to wear shoes. I loved mine. Wonder what happened to them…

And what about Converse All-Stars? In my mind, those were the first “must-have” athletic shoe. I remember all the guys in my freshman class (1973-74) had to have them. Girls really didn’t wear them back then, but now, seems like everyone has a pair of “Chucks” somewhere in their closet. Named after Converse salesman Chuck Taylor, the shoes took several decades to go from the basketball market to everyone and their brother. From the official site:

Starting in the 1970s, athletic shoes became so popular as footwear that adults refused to give up wearing them. Everyone wanted the look and feel of sneakers on their feet. Many new athletic shoe companies emerged and marketed a wide variety of basketball and other sports and leisure shoes.

Going back a few more years — I remember wearing PF Flyers before PF Flyers were cool…

And remember the Keds tennis shoes with the pointy toes? Wow! Sixties fever today. All right, time to try to get some work done. But first, we shop for shoes.

Hello, 
Is there anybody in there? 
Just nod if you can hear me 
Is there anyone home?
  ~ Comfortably Numb (Roger Waters, David Gilmour)

So check out the numbers from this week. Odd…

RtB usually gets between 100 and 250 hits a day. (Out of the 2.4 billion internet users on the planet, that’s my share. I am a worldwide phenomenon.) But look at the stats from the last three days. Hmmm. *scratchy head*  *underarm sniff*

Was it something I said?

By the way — I’m totally happy with my tiny little readership. I don’t — and won’t — advertise in order to get views. Those of you who are my Facebook friends already know I rarely plug a blog post through a share. So I write almost every day to feed my sad addiction to writing, comments or no. Are writers depressing? I think so, sometimes. But hey…maybe it’s not what I’m saying, but rather, what I’m not saying. Have I lost my audience?

I remember a day when I was jacked up about research. Then I started the doctoral work and became so incredibly, completely, abysmally fed up with research, I began writing about more personal, “everyday” subjects. Maybe that’s my downfall; I’m just not informative anymore — no longer your one-stop location for articulate and compendious thoughts. Yesterday’s laundry.

Or people could just be busy.

Right, then. I shall awaken my inner philomath. Release the Kraken! Ready, steady, go.