See, everyone pigs out on Halloween!!
[I'd give photo credit but don't know who took these great shots. Enjoy!]
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Monthly Archives: October 2007
let’s do the time warp again…and again
Ha! I just noticed that they are showing Rocky Horror Picture Show here tomorrow (Halloweeeeeeeen).
On our little suburban island.
Of course, it is an 8pm show time, rather than midnight.
I saw this movie several times. The first time, my dad took me and my brother.
That turned out to be the best time. Crazy crowd, throwing things at the screen, using newspapers, dressed up as characters, singing on stage. Of course, that was Hollywood Boulevard.
Wonder if they do that here. Do the kids go to these things?
Or is it like attending a Bonnie Raitt concert with all my peers?
That could explain the early show time.
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Posted in aging, Bainbridge Island, WA, events
“I fart in your general direction…….!”
If you know this quote, then you know what I’ve been up to.
No, not eating lots of beans.
I went to Seattle to see Spamalot (the musical based on Monty Python and the Holy Grail). This site has some good shots of the Vegas show. 
I must say it was worth the price of admission just to see a grown person, one of the French guards, say those words on stage! Those guys were hilarious with their rude gestures and insult-slinging. King Arthur was brilliant as a dolt. And Camelot was Las Vegas. Turns out the Very Round Table is a roulette wheel….
And the coconuts! Don’t forget those. Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop.
I will be grinning for days.
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Posted in Bainbridge Island, WA, events, life is good
high on Pi
Yann Martel spoke at a the bookstore here on Bainbridge Island Friday night. His novel, Life of Pi, is re-releasing (they do this with books now, not just movies, apparently) with an illustrated edition. Winner of an international contest for illustrations of Life of Pi, Croatian Tomislav Torjanac also commented on the slide presentation and discussed his artistic process.
I read this book last year for my book club, and we had The Best discussion afterwards. Martel carefully crafted the story to leave it to readers to decide which of two versions describing how a shipwrecked boy lived after more than 200 days adrift at sea was The True Version.
I was giddy hearing Martel discuss what he felt about choices of reason versus faith.
The only annoyance of the evening came in the form of a woman who twice asked questions/commented and started each time by saying, “I haven’t read your book, but….” She was probably the only one on the whole block and yet, there she was taking up Our Time, those of us with Questions, those of us looking for Answers (or at least hints) from Martel about which is The True Story.
Geesh, lady!! How about you go home, read the book, and then come ask your questions? Or, I know, how about you just go home?
It was like being at a Queen concert, singing all the words to all the songs, and having some tall, fat bozo blocking your view and gazing around the room, like he took a wrong turn going to the James Taylor concert. Who even let you in here? We have serious artistic worshipping to do and you are IN. THE. WAY!
Other than Her, I had an amazing time and feel like I should be writing up a report to present for my fellow book club losers members who could not attend.
Nah. Maybe I’ll keep all Martel’s explanations to myself. He he he he……
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Posted in Bainbridge Island, WA, events, scratchings
open wiiiiiiide
No one likes dental visits, right? I’m with you. It’s one of those things good for you but unpleasurable. Sure, Kid was cooperative getting her teeth cleaned. But she had two things going for her: she got SpongeBob toothpaste at the end (do they have Kahlua flavored for grownups?), and she had the female hygienist in the office.
I like to think either sex could do just about any job (for the SAME pay, too–oops, my feminism is showing). I’m not a sexist. Really. Even in the GYN arena, male or female doesn’t matter in terms of getting the job done. Unless of course, the male is GOR-GEOUS. That changes the whole atmosphere, and don’t deny it, ladies. In reality, I prefer a female, someone who’s actually felt cramps, to be my doctor. Otherwise, you get the blank stare from them, like when I’m trying to tell the dog why she can’t have a walk at that very moment.
Yeah, yeah, wag, wag, but what about the leash? Where’s the leash?
OK, GYN’s and maybe massage therapists. I prefer a male for that job, but only because of that woman with the skinny fingers who left little round bruises on me.
OK, GYN’s, massage therapists, and now, dental hygienists. Why? Well, let’s just say my mouth is only so big. There’s only space in there for a few tools and a few, small fingers, not big fat fingers connected to some young stud with a deep voice saying, “a little wider, please….”
Look, dude, I don’t know what kind of movies you been watchin’ lately, but regular folk don’t get much wider….
Does having preferences make me sexist?
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paroxysm \PAIR-uhk-siz-uhm\
noun:
1. (Medicine) A sudden attack, intensification, or recurrence of a disease.
2. Any sudden and violent emotion or action; an outburst; a fit.Mrs. Bumble, seeing at a glance that the decisive moment had now arrived, and that a blow struck for mastership on one side or another, must necessarily be final and conclusive, dropped into a chair, and with a loud scream that Mr. Bumble was a hard-hearted brute, fell into a paroxysm of tears.
– Charles Dickens, Oliver TwistParoxysm is from Greek paroxusmos, from paroxunein, “to irritate, provoke or excite (literally to sharpen excessively),” from para-, “beyond” + oxunein, “to sharpen, to provoke.”
This is for parents of toddlers (or teenagers or….). Now you have a fancy word to describe the temper tantrum.
Enjoy. The new word, that is, not the tantrum.
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Posted in words
Lather, rinse, repeat — anyone do this?
Recently, I had the luck to shower alone.
Hohoho, you say, grrrrrrrrrr and meeeeooooww!!
No, it’s not that. Try a 4 year old. A water-loving one.
My point is this time I had time to think, time to read. (so here I am writing; just ask Virginia Wolff about that)
See, no one can say I am not a voracious reader. I read shampoo labels and guess what?
They don’t say “lather, rinse, repeat” anymore. Our four didn’t, anyway.
‘Sup with that? A truer money-maker I’ve never seen: use this product, not once, but TWICE!!
So, my question to you is: DO YOU? Lather, rinse, repeat, that is.
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