It's Raining...

I'll be leaving very, very soon to make the long drive. It's quite cool out, which is nice. Would be best to try to beat that afternoon salt lake city traffic, but this being a holiday weekend... I doubt I'll accomplish that.

IN THE MEANTIME, while I'm away, I'd love to log onto this page and see some inspiring words to enjoy ... and those of you who have that capacity know who you are!

After all...
"A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold, in pictures of silver."


California or Bust!

So… tomorrow I depart to the sunny shores of southern California. Going to watch my youngest boy play the first football game of this year. It’s Varsity this time, and he’s the captain! Yep and he deserves it. A hard working young man, if ever I saw one. Erin is there, as well, so we will be making a ya-ya party of it every day.

We will go visit Jack, my screenwriter friend in Santa Monica. Jack lives in a hi-rise apartment building right on the beach. It’s gorgeous and when I took my young friend, Amy, there a couple of years ago, she dubbed Jack “a god.”

Two years ago, when Erin turned eighteen, she said the only thing she wanted for her birthday was a dozen roses delivered… with a card signed, “Love, Mel.” Well, that ain’t much to ask, is it? I figured it was worth asking Jack about. After all, he’s as close to show biz and I’m gonna get. I sent him an email to which he replied, “I don’t know Mel Gibson, but his brother lives in my building.” I’m serious. That’s the entirety of the email… verbatim. I called him immediately and said, “WHAT?” and blah blah blah… so I got Mel’s brother’s phone number and called him. “Hello? I’m a friend of Jack’s. He gave me your number. We have an idea for a fun thing that will make a young girl very happy. My daughter’s birthday is coming up and I wondered… if you might… well… if I paid for it… would you send her a dozen roses?” He was a bit stunned. He said, “Can you call me back in a day or two after I’ve thought about it?” “Sure.” Later, he told Jack, “Tell your friend… that’s just not my cup of tea.” Mean, mean man. How does he expect to make it big when he can’t even do the little things? Hmmm…

Anyway, it’s been a lovely day. I went to lunch with my baby sister, Erika, and her daughter. Graci is attending culinary school in San Francisco. Driving back was as relaxing as it gets. The weather is purrrrrrrfect. And listening to Les McCann and Eddie Harris play, “Compared to What” makes for a satisfying afternoon. And tomorrow, heading for full sunshine.

Life According to Mary:

I’ve crossed lines of words and wire,
And both have cut me deep.
I’ve been frozen up… I’ve been on fire.
The tears are mine to weep.
I can cry until I laugh,
Or laugh until I cry.
So cut the deck right in half ~
I’ll play from either side!

Cathouse Critic's Corner

Yep... movie critic time:

Sunday. August 29. Kill Bill Party.
Watched the Kill Bills, back to back. Getalonghome Cindy was there to narrate, just in case we had questions. But only when we asked. She's not the type to intrude on art just to hear her own voice. And being the one who appreciates Tarantino's work, it was her idea to have the party.
Vol 1: Excellently and creatively presented. It was both visually and intellectually stimulating. The exaggerated "cartoonish" theme was balanced well. (Is it possible to be balanced in cartoon world?) I wouldn't call myself a fan of anime, but this movie could put me on that track.
Vol 2: Q & U's "Bride" shines. A heroine in the truest sense of the word. And the conflicted villain developed before our eyes, with David Carradine being a person he MUST identify with on some major level. Either that, or he's the greatest actor alive. Because he WAS Bill.
I'd been told that I could see the second movie (said to be better by far than the first), without having to view the first. This is true. The storyline is complete and flashbacks can be relied upon to provide explanations. Vol 2 being responsible to fill in those questions that were opened up by Vol 1. BUT in order to comprehend the fullness of the characters, as well as the diversity and sheer genius of the writers/producers/directors............................ you gotta see both. If you are content to just know the story... well shit... here it is in a nutshell:
Love and hate, life and death... in the underworld... make for hazy lines. A lioness and her cub are not to be messed with. You will die.