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.

Walk Like A Man

The thing I DON'T like so much about “The Best Of Soul Train” is:
Once it moved into the ‘80’s, the male dancers became even more (euphemism) “artistic”. Both in their gear and in the dance moves dept. Don’t get me wrong, I have danced many an all night long with many artistic fellows at the time and since. But if I’m lookin’ for a little sumpin’ sumpin’ that artistic thing just doesn’t put the grind in my behind. Know what I mean?

On a side note, if you google “Nat Morris” The Scene, just like that, you will get a nostalgia website for our own beloved, Detroit, daily, dance show. What a great, little, funky, little, show that was. Everyday after school, or before whatever for some of us, we’d watch that awesomely cheesy thing. Now THAT used to put the push in my, oh never mind.

Each and every morning, creeping up the hollow

I just this very moment discovered “Sunrise Earth”. And it just so happens to be the probable episode of “Buddhists of Wat Svay”.
I’m surfing at dawn and annoyed with the selections. Suddenly there is a temple, and chanting, and a huge rainbow over it and that’s it, for minutes, then some monks walk out. Then the scene changes to some birds hanging out on some stupas, a few bicyclists go by. Some students are walking by some Fu-Lions and a bird is pecking the roof by a golden dragon relief. Here’s doorways with Buddha’s above them. Sunlight through trees. Two barefoot girls carrying a wash basket between them. More rooftops, and it’s over.

Other than the commercials that was blessedly un-glaring and blaring. If one must watch TV, and I really kind of must, that is a lovely break.
We’re on to “Mediterranean Port” now. Time to open the curtains and look at my own sunrise.

PS

Tomorrow, Friday, 6:00PM, my old pal Anselm will possibly be seen on HGTV. His mother’s place in Kenya, an art studios/living compound called Kitengela will be featured on a show called something to the effect of “Most Extreme Homes on the Planet”. So TiVo or watch or what have you.

Critchmas En Spiritu

Man I love vacation. Yesterday I spent the whole day noodling around YouTube. I started out on somebody’s blog watching a clip. Then I searched witches/brujas. This progressed to ghosts, paranormal, UFO footage, cryptozoology and mysterious humanoids. I ended up with EMO boys kissing and gay porn. Sweet.

Today it’s been Bond films. “The Man With The Golden Gun” and “You Only Live Twice”. Sweet.

Since I made a ton of soups (3 quarts each) I don’t have to cook much, though I think I will anyway today.
I made a variation of my creamy potato leek soup with lots more dill and with broccoli as well. Then I made up a sesame chicken vegetable dal, which is weird as hell, but really quite good.

I think I’ll meander on down to the corner store and see what looks good. I haven’t done any XMas shopping yet. I don’t have no kind of spirit. But I know a couple things I’m going to pick up, think I’ll give the convalescent and the Dad a good book. I got a good local one at a local store recently so I guess I’ll see you this weekend UBU. Think Local!

Cheezeball (with nuts)

This is my favourite time of year in many ways but most of all for TV watching. Everyone breaks out the archives of horror cheeze. I have seen several really wonderfully bad movies that I had never seen before.

One was a really old Roger Corman B/W with a ridiculous sea creature monster that almost made me blush for how crappy it was. The characters were universally insane. One talked like a castrati hillbilly when he had lines at all. Mostly he squeaked, clucked, grunted, roared and howled. There were several freaky Puerto Rican women whose lines were subtitled, one was clearly stated to have been picked up from a brothel. There was an obligatory, undercover, secret agent as well. I wish I had caught the movies name, it was purely Woodsian in it’s inanity.

Last night we saw a B/W Japanese monster movie where it looked like they had basically put beaks on a couple of Godzilla costumes and then added wings to one of them. Then they proceeded to do pretty much nothing but blow up models for another hour or so. Great stuff.

Decisions, decisions

What to watch while writing papers:
the Dr. Who (last season) marathon
or
the Addams Family (T.V. Serial, not movies) marathon.
I’m finding the switching back and forth somewhat annoying...

Sitarounday

Mmm Saturday morning. I suppose I should get up and do relevant things - go to the Farmer’s Market, walk by the river, start cooking and cleaning, whatever. I don’t though. I’m all up in Sat. Morning cartoons. Now with the new season there is Superman in addition to Batman, as well as they’ve brought back Beakmans World (double super awesome). So in addition to the half hour of commercial free, old school toon s on Turner it’s back to Saturday TV Savage hood.

Also joyous is a proper cup of tea with a double bagger of PG Tips. I just found a not insanely priced source. Toast made from a decent loaf of bakery bread from Great Harvest Bread Co. A 4 dollar loaf, no holes and cave-ins, a proper chewy texture throughout and even though they don’t have a sesame semolina approximation, I think I can find enough alternatives to make me happy.
I have been super pissed at Zingermans bread for ages. Always full of holes. 8 dollars a loaf and they can’t properly knead it? I am not a Zingerman’s fan. I was 20 years ago, but it all started going downhill when I found a bloody finger condom in a sandwich back in ‘86.

Oh all right, all right. I’ll go be adult and constructive now that it’s noon