It’s true that I live my life filtering out large parts of pop culture… but my filter does let some stuff in. Such as the latest album by Peter Wolf, former front man of the J. Geils Band. I think it’s pretty awesome. Have you heard it?
Have a listen: 
Share Midnight Souvenirs by Peter Wolf
So what do you think? Do you like it too?
And here’s one of his old solo videos, just in case you need your memory jogged:
We went to the Redbox the other night and we thought we rented 2012 starring John Cusack. Imdb says its: An epic adventure about a global cataclysm that brings an end to the world and tells of the heroic struggle of the survivors. Instead we rented, 2012: Doomsday. On December 21, 2012 four strangers on a journey of faith are drawn to an ancient temple in the heart of Mexico. For the Mayans it is the last recorded day. For NASA scientists it is a cataclysmic polar shift. For the rest of us, it is Doomsday .
The cast was amazing! Cliff De Young, Dale Midkiff, and Ami Dolenz! Cliff DeYoung has made more movies than Michael Caine but my favorite is Shock Treatment, where he took over the role of Brad Majors from Barry Bostwick. Dale Midkiff played Elvis in Elvis and Me AND he was in Time Trax! Ami Dolenz? She’s Micky Dolenz’s daughter and the only queen of the B movies who never took off her clothes.
About half way through we realized it was a Christian movie. Very sneaky! But isn’t that a sin? To trick people into watching one movie and then giving them a totally different movie and one with an agenda on top of it all? Regardless I really admire the director/producers’ chutzpah! I mean they dreamed BIG.. Ed Wood big! Somehow they managed to depict total world annihilation on a budget that is probably less than what a TV movie spends on catering. It was impressive.
Gosh, I totally got sidetracked on my last entry. There was more I wanted to say about Crazy Heart but that darn Waylon Jennings distracted me! As much as I enjoyed Crazy Heart, I had a hard time believing that Maggie Gylenhaal’s character would fall for “Bad” Otis Blake. Mainly because prior to meeting her, we watch him puke twice. And he’s clearly drunk the times they meet and when he leaned over and kissed her, I couldn’t believe she didn’t reel from the taste of cigarettes and scotch! I’m afraid the taste of hobo doesn’t typically lead to love. At least not for me. Now, I will admit once, many years ago, at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, I was sitting at a bar and an old man who looked EXACTLY like Kris Kristofferson grabbed me and forced a wet sloppy kiss on me. I think it was forced. I hope it was forced. It wasn’t pleasant. Perhaps I would have found it more tolerable if he was Kris Kristofferson but I doubt it. Only in movies does a 25-year-age difference and alcoholism lead to love.
Watched Crazy Heart the other day. Liked it enough. Maybe a little more since I keep thinking about it. I had heard it was based on Waylon Jennings (whom I love) but watching it, even though I kept thinking, “sweatin’ like Waylon,” I wondered if Kris Kristofferson was the true inspiration.
Check out this video I found of a young Waylon Jennings. He is SO HANDSOME and reminds me of Don Draper from Mad Men even though I’ve never seen an episode of Mad Men.
I wonder why pomade doesn’t make a comeback for men? It’s probably a good thing because doilies would also then stage a comeback as well and I am not a doily fan.
My heat pump appears to be ailing. Won’t turn on. Maybe it’s just refusing based on the month? I don’t know but I’ll have to call ole Ray although I am considering calling someone else because it just seems odd that once a year since Ray put the darn thing in, I have to call him to come out. You’d think I’d get a good ten years out of it, right? Whatever.
I’ve been eating a lot of sugar the past few days and I can really feel it poisoning my system. Why oh why does sugar have to be so bad but taste so good? Why can’t I be like one of those people who scrape the frosting off their cake? You know that type. “Ewwww! It’s too sweet!” Me on the other hand, I’d gladly eat an entire tub of icing. In fact, back when I worked at Cramer’s bakery, I was responsible for squeezing out the old frosting from the the icing bags… I was constantly tempted to just empty it into my belly rather than the garbage. There’s no moral to this story, folks.
Yesterday I went to the Trader Joe’s in Princeton to find that they now carry Three Buck Chuck! This means I can stay in an intoxicated stupor more often since I don’t have to drive all the way to Westfield, NJ to get my fix of cheap vino.
The wind blew so hard yesterday that there were areas that lost electricity! Fortunately, the electricity in my home stayed on.
Did you watch last night’s Saturday Night Live with Betty White? What a hoot! I watched almost the entire show and that rarely happens! I even sat through the JZ performance. By the way, what in the world was that?!? Do people really find him entertaining? How in the world did he get his start? When he was a little boy did his parents encourage him to pace around ranting incoherently? What possessed him to think he had the talent to record albums? And even more so, who signed him? I really want to take these people by the hand and sit them in front of my record player and have them listen to some good music because clearly they have never been exposed to melody, harmony, rhythm, dynamics or any type of pleasant sound, if they think this JZ is compelling.
Speaking of music, Rhapsody split off from Real Networks which makes me very happy. I never liked Real Networks because back in the 90’s their RealPlayer annoyed the hell out of me. Not only did Rhapody split from Real Networks, they are now allowing their users to access their music database from our smart phones! This means I can queue up and listen to The Neanderthals, Los Straitjackets, Katie Melua, Serge Gainsbourg, etc.. on my HTC Hero’s tiny tinny speaker.
As you may know, for years I have been seeking an affordable way to stream music throughout my house. I was beginning to think my best bet was to have Internet radios set up in the different rooms. But now I am thinking I just need speakers and I can use my Hero as the Internet Radio. The problem that then presents itself is that the Hero’s battery is quickly exhausted and so I would need to purchase additional power cords or I would need to move the power cord with the Hero… it always get complicated.
I cleaned my house for the exterminator. It’s not perfect but it looks better than it has in months. I FEEL better when my house is in order. So why do I mess it up so easily? Regardless of my apparent psychological disorder, I have decided I am going to make a concerted effort to keep this place tidy. It should be so easy. All I need to do is put things away and clean up after myself and vacuum every once in awhile.
Last night I went out with the Zumba girls. Zumba girls? I can’t remember if I told you guys that I take Zumba class once a week. I also take Kickboxing and I do a circuit workout too. There’s a group of women that I exercise with and we get together and PARTAY every now and then. Well, they usually PARTAY. I find excuses why I need to work or pretend to work. At any rate, Glenda, our instructor, consulted her spirit guide the other day. Glenda asked for our power words. You won’t believe what my power word is! REVEL!
R-E-V-E-L
n : unrestrained merrymaking
v 1: take delight in; enjoy
2: celebrate loudly; engage in uproarious festivities;
3: be ecstatic with joy
4. To feast in a riotous manner; to carouse; to act the bacchanalian; to make merry. —
5. To move playfully; to indulge without …
This word hit me like a brick. It’s so true! I need to revel! All work and no play makes Donna a dull girl. And so I’ve really tried to internalize it. When the girls came calling yesterday, asking me to go out with them, how could I say no?
And I had a blast. So much so that I wonder how I got this Dos Equis tattoo on my chest and I am really hoping it comes off with baby oil.
Do you like it? Does it make me the most interesting woman in the world?
Totally out of curiosity, do you also have an aversion to people who have snotty voices? You know, like Diane from Cheers? I met a woman the other day and she had the most pompous voice. Plus she bragged about being a lawyer. I so wanted to kick her in the head. She is very successful so clearly most don’t find her lockjaw annoying or worthy of violence. Maybe it’s just me.
Stay thirsty my friends.
I’ve had it. And so I called the exterminator. He’s coming tomorrow to obliterate these damn ants. I can’t wait. Which is funny because I really tried to be nice and kind. But nothing worked. They just kept coming. It didn’t matter whether I tried to psychically ask them to leave or if I killed a few and left their crumpled bodies as a warning to others… THEY JUST KEPT COMING. Finally I decided that mass extermination was the only answer.
Have fun tonight my little friends because it is your last! Bwah Hahahahaha!
Sitting at a bar, enjoying a beer, a song played on the radio.
“Who sings this?” I asked.
The girl sitting a couple stools down from me sneers and says, “That’s BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!!! DUH!”
I listen for a few more bars and say, “Yeah, he’s no Neil Diamond.”
I am really worried. Perhaps this is proof that I actually am in my mid-30’s! Somehow I felt compelled to go Talbot’s Website…. AND I LOVED THE CLOTHES!!!!!
Talbot’s clothes were always matronly and shapeless and ugly. Have they changed? Or have I?
Whatever the case, I could so rock this dress:
