get thee to thy fainting couch…

Calling a near-nude Madonna onstage a “hussy” or “tart” would be considered crude in a way that her mock crucifixion and simulated sex acts are not.

this is simply the most delightful thing i have read in days…perhaps even weeks! ha, ha…’hussy’ and ‘tart’?! oh. my.

um…maybe 150 years ago it would have been ‘crude’ though i’m not really sure where…but no, vd, it’s not ‘crude’…in fact, it would be fucking hilarious if your 80 year old grandma said it…mildly entertaining if your smartass friend said it, laughable when nearly anybody says it…but just plain weird-o when you say it…

hussy and tart…good day, sirrah!

look what i got…

i’m in love…

this is what happens when i am left unattended at a trade show…hooterville had their annual ‘sports and leisure’ show over the weekend…through a series of phone pics and frenzied texts to hubbkf this little girl, who is a cocker spaniel/lab mix, came home with me…we have still to name her…our naming process goes like this:

me:  how about (names of 9,000 names)?

hubbkf: no

me:  why don’t you think of any?

hubbkf:  why rush into things?

well, this morning i decided we DO need to get this little bitty a name…she has prodigious output and i would like to be able to use a name when i am yelling at her not to pee and/or poop on the floor…

so, my contenders are aibhlinn (ave-leen) which means ‘wished for’ or ’longed for child’ (sad, i know…but i am never going to get grandkids), maeve which means ‘great joy’ or ‘she who brings intoxication’ or maddin which means ‘little dog.’   jaxsie is also in the running because her butt has some pretty interesting markings…she kinda looks like she’s wearing short pants…

anyhoo…glad you got to meet the newest member of the fambly…

recently watched movies: a review…

beasts of the southern wild: little what’s her name is totally adorable! a nice whimsical movie,  nevertheless, i had a hard time deciphering the dialogue and then had to google the meaning of it

les miserables:   i think we all know the answer to this one…

hugo:  lovely and enchanting

the adventures of tintin:  amazing technique; charming flick

tim roth’s the war zone:  gah!  watch only if you want to feel violated and sick for the next two days

the land of blood and honey:  the only thing related to angelina jolie that i have ever enjoyed…watch only if you want to be haunted by ethnic-religious-political questions for the next two days

sister, my sister:  a blast from my past since i directed a one-act play based on the incident…watch only if lesbian incest doesn’t disturb your sensibilities and you are willing to infer a LOT from this slow mover…

bertrand bernello’s house of pleasure:  freaking gorgeous period  piece with an interesting soundtrack

bubble:  quirky and deliciously well-acted…no artifice, lots of passivity…an amazing project

speaking of soderbergh…magic mike:  meh…actually disappointed in this one

pitch perfect:  i am not at all ac-ashamed to love this movie…also, bologna barb is a funneh nickname…yes, i’m a 12 year old boy

planes, trains and automobiles:  i will watch this movie over and over just to hear, ‘those aren’t pillows!’…also, too john candy

albert nobbs:  if janet mcteer could only have convinced glenn close to stay with her…sigh…i would have because she is totes amazing…

mr. universe:  not a movie, but omfg, i don’t know if i could love jim gaffigan any more…tears from the laffter…

this represents just a fraction of the films i’ve watched recently thanx to teh nefflix…there have been many more (one night hubbkf and i watched only badly made movies from the 40s involving nazis, spies and atom bombs) that are easily disremembered in their silliness and/or hideous production values–’i can see you’ film makers yes, i’m talking about you…and in between there have been entire series consumed…some more than once (!)…perhaps i will compile a list of them with more of my concise, yet thought provoking, critiques…

and then suddenly, out of nowhere…

so, our young man has been under the weather for a couple of weeks…it’s flu and all sorts of other bugs season…he’s 23, going to school, working full-time and has an active social life…so, you know…didn’t really think too much of it.  he had an appointment to see doc on monday…i was just looking forward to seeing him this weekend and couldn’t wait for him to get here…

he is badass…

we talked about 15 times on the phone this morning…first to tell me that he was going to urgent care because his workmates were pretty sure he had pneumonia…then a few more calls…trying to find a place…what to get his sister for her birthday…insurance questions…so, he finally gets in someplace, and i’m expecting not to hear back from him for a looooooong time…i’ve heard horror stories about the wait times…so, i was really surprised to hear back from him about an hour later…

i picked up the phone:  what did you find out?  and then i heard his shaky voice say, ‘i have type 1 diabetes…’  my mother’s heart began to ache and my arms were and still are needing to hold him…

how does this happen?  i’m having a hard time figuring this out…i mean, i’m type 2 and so his grandpa on hubbkf’s side, but type 1?  i called our doc and we talked about his symptoms and even though he was surprised, he said he’s seen this happen many times before…then i felt even crappier, because i was hoping he would laugh and say, ‘oh, that can’t be…i’ll see him on monday and we’ll figure out what’s really going on…’  his blood sugars were something like 442 so he’s staying the night while they try to get them down…

so, my boy is hours away from me and i can’t get there…he’s got jimmy at the hospital with him now, so at least he’s not bored…he is starving though…

we’ll see what tomorrow brings…it doesn’t seem right though, celebrating one’s birtday while the other one has just had his world upended…

hubbkf gets off a good one…

so, here’s a text-versation from today…

me:  i need to put a sign outside my door that tells people i have nothing to do with their hearing aid needs…

hubbkf:  what?

me:  gina the hearing aid lady is here today so i get all sorts of people popping into my office with their hearing aids…

hubbkf:  that was a joke

3 photos = supreme joy…

tonight, i am going to:

morris theatre…

to see this:

my french accent sucks so i just go with ‘les mis’…

with this girl:

aidertots

not only am i beyond excited to finally, finally see the movie, i will get my first peek inside the morris theater.  it’s pretty new…built in 1937-40 or so, but at the time it was the cat’s pajamas or some such since it was to be an

811 seat theatre building that would include three large apartments, two retail spaces, a luxurious lobby, and all the latest moviehouse features of the day.

and also, too…

The stage was large enough for vaudeville productions and dressing rooms were located in the basement. In the balcony there was a special “crying room” according to the Tribune, where “parents of fretful children might take the youngsters and still be able to see and hear the show though other patrons will be undisturbed.”

sadly, the theater struggled in later years and either closed or was on the brink of closing (i forget).   a group of people formed a co-op, raised some funds and bought the building.  renovation and preservation is in the works…wish we could have done the same for our lovely, local orpheum theater

orpheum -left foreground

inauguration post…pride and prejudice edition

yes, i know people live in other areas of the world where they are not used to colder temps…and being a native minnesotan, i know we’re a pretty hardy (fool, perhaps) bunch and can take it…so it really, really annoys me when the weather channel personnel go on and on about how frigging cold it is in d.c. today and actually, it’s more like this…but, wevs…at least mike bettes gave stephanie abrams a bunch of crap for being whiny and wearing heat wraps…especially when mike seidel got to do this:

i can’t feel my face!!!

yes, i clearly watch too much of the weather channel…you’re just noticing this now?

what does this actually have to do with the inauguration?  well, there has been a certain amount of whining the past four years about the usurper in the white house, who in case you didn’t know, is worse than about roughly one thousand hitlers, stalins, mussolinis, pol pot, chairman mao, franco, marx, trotsky, lenin and pinochet COMBINED…no easy feat, mind you…especially when he has all those free cell phones to give away…not to be outdone by her husband, though, you may have heard that michelle is possibly worse than nero…or caligula…not sure which, but hey…we have four more years to find that out!

yeah, things have been pretty crappy in the good ol’ us of a…but most people can put it in perspective as the natural order of things…feast and famine, so to speak.  some, however, are never going to get over the fact that there is currently a blah person in the white house and will continue to be most aggreived over the fact that our sheriff is a ni*clang*!

in the days leading up to another historic inauguration (cuz, rilly, who thought he’d get re-elected?  certainly not these guys) there has been some seriously bizarre butthurt over the continuing reign of dear leader, the kenyan usurper, king obama the first by guys like bobo wens* who somehow think it’s way more patriotic to outline how domestic terrorism can easily be achieved, than it is to be introspective, reflect for a while and say, ‘hmmmm…i certainly don’t like that guy in the white house or what he stands for, but i sure do love my country, how can i best effect what i consider to be positive change and get the guys that i like better elected to positions where they can do the most good?’  this usually isn’t answered by thoughts of crippling the power grid…and yes, i know words such as ‘introspective’ and ‘bob owens’ shouldn’t be used in close proximity…

once again, i find myself annoyed and frustrated by my fellow americans…even last weekend while bartending, i overheard a discussion about free cell phones, how welfare people are screwing us over and always will because they ‘never see their dad going to work…much less know who their dad is…’ i’m pretty sure that discussion was totally not racist whatsoever…

but i am still pollyanna-sh enough to to be buoyed by today’s inaugural celebration…chuck schumer’s comparisons to abe lincoln’s america, and when bronco said this:

Being true to our founding documents does not require us to agree on every  contour of life; it does not mean we will all define liberty in exactly the same  way, or follow the same precise path to happiness.  Progress does not  compel us to settle centuries-long debates about the role of government for all  time – but it does require us to act in our time.

i really want to scream:  so get the fuck over it already…the world changes…we grow, we learn from the past yet we do stupid things, we do amazing things, we progress, our values change as we confront new wrongs to right…this isn’t 177 fucking six anymore…so deal with it…

so, yeah…fox news, the confederate yankee, wnd, stacy mccain, glenn beck…all you fear mongers and fomentrs of division:  this is still your president, the democrats are in the catbird seat and you’ve got four more years to get through…you might want to start catching up to the rest of us…

since he’s so much more eloquent, i’ll let e.b. white have the last word:

It is presumably our duty to comply with such a request, and it is certainly our pleasure. Surely, the board knows what democracy is. It is the line that forms on the right. It is the don’t, in don’t shove. It is the hole in the stuffed shirt through which the sawdust slowly trickles; the dent in the high hat. Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right, more than half of the time. It is the feeling of privacy in the voting booths; the feeling of communion in the libraries; the feeling of vitality everywhere. Democracy is the letter to the editor. Democracy is the score at the beginning of the ninth. It is an idea which hasn’t been disproved yet; a song, the words of which have not gone bad. It’s the mustard on the hot dog, and the cream in the rationed coffee. Democracy is a request from a War Board – in the middle of the morning, in the middle of a war – wanting to know what democracy is.

okay…i lied…gotta give props because, wow…michelle and beyonce?  bringin’ it…

not wusses…

sing it, sister!

*click at your own risk…shortly after my visit to bob, my pc contracted a nasty virus…fucking bobo…