Everyone knows it’s Windy

[Big fat Hershey bar goes to the first person who replies here with the name of the band that recorded the lyric in today’s post title, and the year. It’s RtB’s first Contest of the year!]

We all about blew away last night. Everyone’s garbage is in the street. There are about 100 soda pop cans strewn all over my back yard. And, needless to say, I’ve been awake since about 2 a.m. Delightful.

OK, I’m going to have to cut this off for now because my modem is acting stupid. School server is down, too — great.

First person to post the answer gets the treatses. :-)

FO

Various & Sundry XI

In the midst of a generally stinky week (for myriad reasons), this provided a couple minutes of levity:


Heh heh.

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The other day, PK sent me a link to a Consumer Reports article that said Eight O’Clock brand coffee was considered tastiest, and that Starbucks didn’t even make the top shelf. (Last time I had coffee out there, I had to take mine back and have them brew me another latte … it totally tasted burned beyond belief.)

I am going to have to try out Eight O’Clock after I’m through with this pound of Dunkin’ Donuts beans.

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Do I know some boss musicians or what? (“Chameleon” even! What a throwback…)

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And I must say: I hate everything. Except you. And I will chop up sentences. If I want.

Fink. Out.

BTTH V

Now friends.

I try to be nice. I try to be open-minded. I make it my business to stop and consider a divergent opinion before deciding to agree or disagree. I have even paused before passing any kind of judgment on spoiled-brat, selfish, filthy rich athletes (I am sorry, but nobody is worth $25M a year to swing a ball bat) who wear entitlement like a big fat badge.

But I am now officially at the end of my tether.

**cue weepy Yann Tiersen piano music**

“When I arrived in Texas in 2001, I felt an enormous amount of pressure. I felt like I had all the weight of the world on top of me and I needed to perform, and perform at a high level every day…”

Mm-hm. Yep. And your point?

This is getting ridiculous. Remember back in the early 80s, when there was an absolute bank-run on the insanity defense in American courts? Seemed like every ax murderer and rapist out there either said, “The devil made me do it,” or gave Academy Award performances on the witness stand in attempts to channel Charlie Manson.

Well, I’m starting to see the same trend. I call it the “Young and Stupid” defense.

When have so many gotten so caught and had so few legitimate excuses? What to do then? Ah…look as meek as possible and say, “I’m ashamed. I was under pressure. I was Young and Stupid.”

Tell it to the judge, Alex. You weren’t Young and Stupid. You were Arrogant and Greedy. Sorry, fiends, but I believe (and I’m not alone) that had the news of A-Rod’s steroid use not come to light, he would have never ever ever in his long-legged life admitted to it. I mean, maybe I wouldn’t have, either. But like my mother always said, “A lie will follow you around, and one day, the truth will probably come out.”

Oh, but then I could plead Young & Stupid. Hmmm…..

I want a donut. A stop by Hawkins Bakery this morning, mayhap? I think so.

Fink out (and late!).

Photo credit: John Munson, the Star-Ledger

Cool TV VI

When I was a kid watching primetime TV in the 60s and 70s, I cared about exactly two plot features: fantasy worlds where people had amazing powers, and cute guys. Not necessarily in that order.

So it should come as no surprise that I loved these two shows. Still do, though I never get to see them anymore.

My favorite Bewitched characters were, of course, Samantha, and also the crazy Dr. Bombay. I even liked Endora, Samantha’s meddling mother.

I always enjoyed Elizabeth Montgomery as Sam, but I must say I was more than a little creeped out when I watched her several years later playing Lizzie Borden. Did I ever have nightmares after that, holy carp. It even scared me watching it ten minutes ago.

Anyway…

My other favorite magic show: I Dream of Jeannie. It held the double-whammy: magic, and Larry Hagman, who, in my estimation, was the one of the best comic actors on TV at that time. And don’t forget cute as a puppy. You just wanted to hug him and kiss him and squeeze and buy him a chew toy and take him home. (At least I wanted to when I was twelve.)

Ten years or so later, I changed my mind. Larry morphed from cute, long-suffering but still-happy Major Tony Nelson into nasty, greedy, mean-as-a-snake J.R. Ewing — even though he ended up getting what he deserved.

Anyone else watch these two shows? They are among my all-time favorites. That they both had dynamite theme songs was an added thumbs-up. They don’t write ’em like that anymore.

OK, time to make the donuts. Tempus fugit, et cetera. I command you to have a good Monday.

Fink, wiggling nose, disintegrating into a column of mist, and funneling into bottle *BiNg*

Photo credits – Sony Pictures Entertainment; Sidney Sheldon Productions

In other news

  1. So what if they had to transpose Plácido Domingo’s arias down for his performance in the Met’s Adriana Lecouvreur, and the voice isn’t all it used to be? The fact that the man is 68 years old and still at it is amazing (although there is a time and place to quit, friend).
  2. Definitely not centrally intelligent.
  3. “Ben Wallace was right when he called Mo [Williams of the Cleveland Cavaliers] originally being passed over for the All-Star game a ‘shamockery,’ ” Cavs owner Daniel Gilbert said in an e-mailed statement. “But not naming him as the natural and obvious replacement for the unfortunately injured Jameer Nelson is stupidiculous, idillogical and preposterageous.” Heh. Wonder how long it took him to come up with that. It’s actually quite clever.
  4. Well of course he does, sweety. (And Al, I still say shut up.)
  5. If you’ve a mind to, bookmark this Rolling Stone article and read it when you get the chance. It is disturbing and bizarre, especially for those of us who remember the Watergate scandal. (Caveat: contains considerable profanity.)
  6. Hey, I haven’t mentioned this in a while! Delectable.
  7. What do you want to bet … this Toledo sheriff’s rant is going to get him in trouble, even though he was absolutely right. “Hey, it’s pushin’ 50 degrees outside — let’s go ice fishin’!”
  8. Please tell the Easter Bunny to bring me this. Santa apparently thought I was naughty last year. But I’m trying very hard to be good now.

Hey, guess what I’m doing today… ugh.

Fink out.