Archive for January, 2013

It’s Always Something

January 24, 2013

Unfortunately things have to take a public outcry to make other [people] realize their decisions are idiotic and pointless. The Madison, Wisconsin chapter of Gilda’s Club, the cancer support group named after the late Saturday Night Live alumna, Gilda Radner, who died of ovarian cancer in 1989. They wanted to give the facility a more generic name, Cancer Support Community Southwest Wisconsin. This change was, in part, out of concern that young people today wouldn’t know who Gilda Radner was. The outcry came from members of “The Club” who were angered at the thought, saying it was a slight to the memory of the woman who faced her imminent death with dignity and humor, leaders of other clubs and from Gilda Radner’s widower, Gene Wilder himself. The long and short, the Cancer Support Community Southwest Wisconsin will henceforth be known as Gilda’s Club.  This turned out to be a teeny, tiny, itsy-bitsy…never mind!

Across the big pond in County Kerry, Ireland, they have voted to issue special permits to the resident of the isolated area to allow them to drive after a night on the town, throwing back a few tankards of ale. Originally, anything over the blood alcohol level equivalent to less than one pint of beer (why bother, right) was the limit. Now, with this new measure, residents can now have two or three drinks. Now you’re talking! The move was spearheaded by Councillor Danny Healy-Rae who claimed that citizens driving after drinking have never killed anyone and that it would help prevent their depression from living in such an isolated area where there is no public transportation and the residents just end up staying home and staring at the four walls for fear of losing their licenses. So, raise a glass to the party people of County Kerry.

Quien Eres Tu update… now the future of it returning to television is still up in the air, as it turns out.

Meanwhile, here in New Jersey, in the land of jug handles and formerly outlawed runny eggs, we get the answer to a confounding mathematical problem: what’s the difference between 12 inches and 11 ½ inches? The answer, of course, is a lawsuit. John Farley and Charles Noah Pendrack’s attorney, Stephen DeNittis cites that the advertized $5.00 “foot-long” sandwiches sold at Subway stores, come up less than 12 inches, anywhere between 11 and 11 ½ inches. DeNittis says the customers are losing out on between 40 and 60 cents on every sandwich, which he says could mean $50 – $60 dollars a year to regular customers. I guess Farley and Pendrack are fine with buying a bag of “air” instead of a bag of potato chips knowing the air-filled bag is meant to prevent breakage. Are these two that desperate for their 15 minutes of fame? I mean, that’s like counting to make sure there are 1,000 sheets on a roll of toilet paper. I’ll tell you, by the time I got to number 49… er, um…

Well, I have been to Subway and I must say, the ½ inch is not so much an issue as the amount of lunch meat they actually (don’t) put on their sandwiches. I’d be more concerned with that point than a short sandwich, but I’m not in the lawsuit.

I also am smart enough to realize fresh-brewed coffee is HOT!  Just sayin’

Welcome Back (Part 2)

January 23, 2013

For those of you who I might not have told or hadn’t seen the notice on Facebook, I had my follow-up visit with the nutritionist two weeks ago. In the six weeks since my first appointment with her, just watching my portions and what I eat and trying to ramp up my excercise regime, and keep in mind it was all through the holidays, I lost 8 pounds (that’s nearly two bags of sugar) and 4 inches off my waist. I have another follow up in about 4 weeks from now. Let’s see what the result is this time.  Meanwhile, later the same day….

The Spanish soap opera I was watching, Bajo Las Riendas del Amor ended just before Christmas but on January 7 with the finish I was hoping for and a new one started and it sucked us right in. It’s called Quien Eres Tu? (Who Are You) and it involves twin sisters Veronica and Natalia. To sum up, Veronica is the second wife to Felipe and step mother two his two unruly teenage kids. She gets her sister, who no one ever knew she had, to come visit her under false pretenses at a spa; she tells herQUIN_E~1 she has cancer and wants to go to Panama City to visit her 8 year old son before she gets too sick to travel and because he has kept this cancer from Felipe, she knows if he knew he would never allow her to travel. She convinces Natalia to take her place for one week so she can take care of business and with the aid of an iPad full of information about the people in her life, Natalia reluctantly agrees. Things are going as expected and she’s quick on her feet when things don’t readily jive but she was overheard talking on the phone to Veronica by Francisca (Franky), someone Veronica has no use for and, finding herself unable to worm her way out of this situation, Natalia comes clean as to what’s going on and Franky swears to never mention it to anyone, a pact later cemented by a surprisingly uncharacteristic show of support (to those who know Veronica) when Franky was accused of stealing a signed sheet of paper by the Ambassador staying at the hotel so she could copy it on an application so her daughter could attend a prestigious school, which she really did.

Thinking she was going to a support meeting for cancer patients, Natalia, as Veronica, learns her sister had a drug problem and because he was suspicious about “Veronica’s” actions, Felipe traced her phone calls to who turned out to be his wife’s sponsor and not a secret lover. Veronica was a drug addict and not afflicted with cancer at all. Nor does she have an 8 year old son. Well, because of the sponsor’s suggestion to Felipe to treat her gently otherwise risk sending her in a downward spiral, he found himself, (and vice versa) falling in love with his “wife” all over again and they plan on going away for the coming weekend.

Meanwhile, Veronica, who is hiding in Panama City is telling Natalia she needs her to come to where she is in Panama City on Friday. Veronica has since assumed another identity and is planning on having Natalia and her own lesbian lover killed so she can disappear in Australia.

As it turns out, Natalia is also in a spot of trouble via her now dead friend, Saul. He also was involved in some shady shenanigans and by association, the mob is looking for her. But she is now “Veronica” so hopefully she can hide behind that, though, like I said before, Francisca now knows the truth, so if their new-found rekindled friendship ever takes a turn for the worse… 

Simple, right? And that was just day 1.   Just kidding…

Well, folks, I know that’s a riveting story and what’s even more frustrating is that just 2 weeks in, the network CANCELED that show! Well, apparently the Spanish-speaking soap audience doesn’t appreciate that any more than their English-speaking counterparts and a campaign began and already, after one week of protest, UniMas has reconsidered and is saying Quien Eres Tu will return. Take a lesson ABC… that’s how you deal with a disgruntled audience, you listen to them. We are your bread and butter.

I’d like to say I was part of that campaign. I wrote a rather extensive letter on UniMas’s Facebook page, but first, I had to run it through an English to Spanish translator. I was undecided which language would be best for my letter and I went with Spanish, and explained how I am English-speaking and learning Spanish, blah, blah, blah. Then from the Spanish version, I ran it through a Spanish to English translator, to make sure nothing got lost in the translation. It was a lot of back and forthing, but I finally got the letter done and sent. And now as it turns out, I read a statement where they’ve received so much negative feedback they’re going to recount their decision.  Just have to wait and see when it’ll happen.  Psst, don’t tell anyone, but someone is continuing to post episodes on YouTube passed last Friday’s episode 10.  YAY!

Oh yeah, that passed your eyes joke. You thought I’d forgotten. You might wish I had. Let’s see if it translates as a written joke.

A rather developed woman goes to a spa and after a day of beauty treatments she is ready for the Cleopatra milk bath. She gets into the tub and the attendant asks if she want the milk pasteurized (passed your eyes) and the woman says, “No just up to my boobs. I can splash it up into my face.”

Crickets?

See ya!

Welcome Back (Part 1)

January 22, 2013

Look! I’m here! Let’s see for how long.

Well, happy new year, y’all’somes. Let’s see, what’s been happening since my words last danced passed your eyes? Hmm, there’s a joke using the catch phrase “passed your eyes”. I’ll clean it up and tell you later.

Well, Christmas came and went and the New Year arrived without much incident. We spent it in Philadelphia, Mummers and all. It was great time.

I think I’ll make this an entertainment report. Let’s start with the most recent. Did anybody see Kelly Clarkson sing “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” during the inauguration yesterday? What was with her pronunciation of liberty as liberdy… sweet land of liberdy… Kelly, please! And is it just me, or did President Obama sound like he was trying out this Bill Clinton impersonation?

Now to recap…on Christmas we went to see Les Miserables. While it was okay, I don’t get the hype. I hate it when movies have so much hype. After Ann Hathaway’s character died, I felt kind of bored. And then I was choking on popcorn, which might have been fine during Gangster Squad, when it was all loud with gunfire, but during Les Mis, when it’s so somber and quiet, I was “that” guy making noise. Gangster Squad, with Sean Penn turned out to be a bit of a dud for me as well..for as long as I waited for it to finally open. Not enough Sean Penn, the main reason we went to see it. Last weekend we saw Django Unchained and again, while for me (Goodness knows I march to a different drummer) it had potential of being a really good movie, I counted several reasons it fell into an abyss and garnered only a 4 rating from me. First of all, in a story set pre-Civil War, I don’t think Jim Croce’s “I Got A Name” was a proper song choice for the period, nor was the rap music during a massacre. There was the comedy relief involving the KKK and the ‘bags” they wore over their heads. It was just a pointless relentless ongoing gag about how difficult it was to see through the eye holes that got old very quickly.  And while they were bounty hunting someone, Django was reading a wanted poster the German had in his pocket. Django was able to read the name “Bacall” but could not sound out the word “gang”. Ariel argued that perhaps he had heard the name and by association knew what the letters spelled. I’m not so generous.  There were other incidents that didn’t feel right to me, but again, that’s just me.

The last time I was here, I mentioned that One Life To Live is coming back as an online project. The last I read was that deals were made with the necessary unions and guilds and Erika Slezak, (Viki), Robin Strasser (Dorian), Robert S Woods (Bo) and Jerry VerDorn (Clint) have signed on. Oh happy day!

Oh, this blog was going to drag on so I’m splitting it in half. The rest will be tomorrow.