Movie Stuff

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First the sad stuff: RIP Paul Newman. There hasn’t been a time in my life that I haven’t been aware of Paul Newman. He’s always been there. This blows.

Thoughts/Other Stuff:

The first time I went to see Butch Cassidy, (if you’ll remember, it starts out in black & white/sepia), I remember some woman in front of me saying, totally out loud, “You mean we don’t get to see his blue eyes?!”

He wasn’t one of those Look at ME kind of actors. I always read that he was somewhat shy and didn’t like to make personal appearances except for political or charitable causes.

A few weeks ago, I read a headline on AOL or somewhere, saying what would happen to his Newman’s Own brand/logo if he passed away. Well, they still use the Colonel and Orville Reddenbacher extensively and wouldn’t it be a good thing to keep Paul Newman on the Newman’s Own brand since it’s not just marketing, but the spirit of his altruistic nature?

I believe he married Joanne Woodward in 1958. I can’t even imagine the loss she must be feeling. Ah, life is so hard, knowing that eventually we lose the ones we love. Or have to say goodbye to our loved ones and go on before them. The Husband and I have her in our hearts.

Which leads me to my other Movie Stuff (hope that wasn’t a *spoiler*).

Went to see Nights in Rodanthe today because I want to BE Diane Lane. She’s so classy and natural and I love her in chick flicks (my DVD of Under the Tuscan Sun is much used). If for nothing else, you must see this film for the inn that her character is hotel-sitting for. I love color and antiques and shiny things and this house, sitting right on the beach, in the waves, magnificently blends all those things. I must do my homework and see if this place existed or was built for the film. The story is good, with a comfortable ending (notice I don’t say happy, in the traditional chick flick sense) and lovely performances. I like Richard Gere, most particularly, of his later movies, in Runaway Bride and I have to say, he is gorgeous in this film. Why is it men get better looking with age and us chicks have to work so hard to retain our chick status??? So NOT FAIR!

So I recommend Nights in Rodanthe, but bring a small supply of Kleenex.

C’est la vie!

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Some Funny Words from the Signals Catalog

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Are you familiar with the Signals catalog? They’re a high end doo dad shop and I mean that in the most flattering way--fun, imaginative, inspirational things you don’t need but really want.

Here are some of my favorite sayings from the current catalog:

T-shirts

National Sarcasm Society Like we need your support

I was promised there would be no math involved

I am the grammarian about whom your mother warned you

Baby onesie--Hi! I’m new here

Sisters: Emotional Tech Support

I took the road less traveled… And got here on time

(Under a drawing of snowy egrets) Egrets? I’ve had a few

At what age am I old enough to know better?

If I’m talking you should be taking notes

The dog ate my lesson plan

Dangerously overeducated

Traveling 33 RPM in an iPod world

I’m sick of being my wife’s arm candy (I bought this one for my husband last year) (and yes, he does wear it)

Doolittle and Loafmore Retirement Planning

Your participle is dangling

American Association of Retired Pirates We put the RRRRRR in retirement

Of course I live in the past It’s cheaper there

Careful or you’ll end up in my novel

Wall hangings and other things words show up on:

If we knew what we were doing, it wouldn’t be called Research (A. Einstein)

Many people have eaten my cooking and gone on to lead normal lives

Act Old Later

Door mat: Please stay on the mat. Your visit is very important to us. Your knock will be answered in the order it was received.

This isn't a garden, it's a botanical masterpiece

She is too fond of books and it has addled her brain (I have this hanging at my desk at work)

Since I couldn’t seem to copy a pic of the Signals cover or any of their products (which is probably smart of them), you’ll have to go here to see all these cool things: www.signals.com

C’est la vie!

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What's on Mare's Phone?!?

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The Husband bought this cute ugly guy called a Screamer last night at Michaels. When you touch his back, his eyes glow red and he screams. I thought it was so funny, I had him hold it against the toaster (nice clean background) and trigger the red eye. It's a great seasonal wallpaper for the cell phone.

We told the cashier we were going to torture the cats with him. She said they probably wouldn't appreciate that and The Husband explained that they keep us up at night, so this is just karma. However, the cats were totally not phased by the flashing eyes and screamies. We'll have to try harder!

C'est La Vie!

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Crappy Photo Day!

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Today is Crappy Photo Day here in Mareville, courtesy of my new camera phone.

First, here’s my boy cat, Watson. If you look real close, outside the window, you can see Luna, the neighborhood cat, who has come to torture Watson, just by looking through the window at him. I love this picture, crappy as it is, because Watson’s looking back at me, seeming to say, Mare-thing, why me??

Second, here’s a picture of the jazz group, Reno Jones, at the Brea Jazz Festival last Friday night. Doesn’t it look like something out of Ghost Hunters? “And the air turned chill as the ghost band took the stage, their ectoplasm shining in the night.” We had seen them last year and totally loved them, so we made a return trip (all 10 minutes of it) to see them again and now we know why people bring their own chairs to the festival--I was in pain by the time we left, halfway through the second set (see cheap, offending chairs in foreground). But we bought one of their CD’s to enjoy in the COMFORT of our home and/or vehicle.

Check them out here: http://www.renojones.com/

C’est la vie!

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Animal, Environment and Gay Haters, Vote for Sarah Palin

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Get ready for a rant Extraordinaire!

It makes me physically ill to think about this. The self-proclaimed soccer mom is also a proponent of slaughtering wolves by chasing them in helicoptors until they're too tired to run, then killing them. The big, bad hunters won't get out of the choppers until there's no danger from the poor, exhausted animals. How do they, and she, sleep at night, knowing what barbarians they are? I don't care what the situation is, the answer is NEVER killing a healthy animal. NEVER! I don't care what kind of economics she's hiding behind, the slaughter of animals (she doesn't like bears or polar bears either), especially in such a cowardly fashion, is wrong.

This is what the republicans are offering us?? Two morons who don't care about the environment, don't care about our wildlife and are trying to rape our resources so I'm sure their oil-y friends will be able to raise gas prices more-not less, because somebody will have to pay for all this drilling and transporting of local oil--thus lining their already bulging pockets.

Just heard about the Pray Away the Gay routine... Huh!!??!! There's no such thing, whether that means praying they'll go straight OR praying they'll just go! What a lovely, Christian way to think (NOT!).

And she's got an unmarried, pregnant teenage daughter... What does that tell you? That the kid's looking elsewhere for love because she sure as hell isn't getting it at home. You know, I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt on this one, but as I learned more about her, I decided that no, I don't HAVE to give her anything. She's a selfish, money grubbing, ass kissing politician, like all the rest, only her pretty little exterior makes too many people not realize what a good ole boy politician she really is.

Please folks, let's give the Democrats a chance to clean up the mess of the last 8 God forsaken years. When the Clintons left office, we weren't at war in a place we had no right to be and we had a balanced budget. If the republicans get in, with a Democratic Congress, we'll be mired in place for the next FOUR years.

C'est la vie!

Letter to My Muse

Dear Muse,

Where the hell are you?? My workroom is scattered with unfinished projects and piled high with materials just waiting for a purpose. Are you dancing with the devil? Drinking in Brazil? Two timing me with some other artist?

Stuffed with ideas, my brain suddenly has no outlet. The ideas build and build but the hands, they sit idle. Muse, inhabit my hands! Help me to fulfill my creative destiny! Isn't that your job?

Maybe I should pink slip you and find a creativity coach...

Signed, Frustrated in Fullerton

A background with no foreground!

Homeless Beads--very sad :-(

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