Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Tis the season

For an awful lot of family friendly television. While I know this is a day late and a dollar short, as they rerun a bunch of “family classics”, here are my thoughts on one.
As much as I adore you Johnny Depp (and that is fairly embarrassing, as I don’t generally play the celebrity game), this time you fail. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory completely bites. Because I may love you, but you know who I love more? Both Roald Dahl and Gene Wilder.
And by the way,
There is no need to edit out the drug references from Willy Wonka, (Family Channel). I saw this, in the theater, at age 7 and did not jump from the mast of any tre jolie boats into a chocolate river and die because I thought I could fly.

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Saturday, November 15, 2008

Finally

Something to care about. Psychomania will be on at midnite. I could watch that a thousand, million times.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Maude-ian AM Earworm

If You Want To Sing Out Sing Out - Cat Stevens
Haven’t seen this lately, so why it’s a-poppin I don’t know. Dreamed bout rehab ala “28 Days” which I did see part of yesterday. Can’t fathom why that was part of my soundtrack.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

AM earworm

I’m Hans Christian Anderson - Danny Kaye
There is no mystery in the why and where of that one. I’ve been thinking about the Grimm stories. That leads to a 2 book set I own, one of Grimm, one of Anderson. They both are excellent, thorough, collections in the traditional style. The Anderson has these crazy late stories of his. They are called things like “On To The Future” and such. Most people have never seen them, they are really wacky.
So that leads to thinking of the Danny Kaye movie of Hans Christian Anderson which was a musical. Which is where the song came from.

I am also thinking about an old movie my parents loved called “The Red Shoes”. The basic idea is the ballerina goes insane.

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