Ye, Ye, Ye,
The Habs,
made the playoffs,
I’m doing the wave:-)
and singing the,
song,
The Habs song,
Na Na Na Na Na Na,
hey hey hey,
goodbye.
Big ass GRIN.
It’s a beautiful day,
sunny,
going to be,
six, seven degrees,
that’s Celsius,
for you Americans,
you know who you are:-)
I’m tired,
I’m preoccupied,
I don’t know whether,
I’m coming or going,
But,
I don’t want to talk,
hopes, fears.
I want to apologise,
for neglecting you girls,
lately.
My friend,
busy writer,
says,
I’ve been slacking off,
she may be right,
she is right.
So, I’m back.
I wanted to write,
about movies.
I love movies,
as much as books.
I have earlier memories,
related to movies,
watching,
with,
mom and dad,
or,
at Grandmaman’s,
on television,
movies taught me,
history,
before books did.
Old black and white movies,
emotion,
style,
beautiful women,
handsome men,
romance,
kissing,
while wearing hats,
tricky stuff, well, looked that way, anyway.
I had idols in movies,
Jimmy Stewart,
so,
upright,
righteoutiously indignant,
Bogart,
vulnerable and dangerous,
Gary Cooper,
a butch model, if ever there was one, to me he was butch before I knew what butch was:-)
strong, silent,
yep, nope,
I’m nothing like that,
but,
still.
But, the idol of all idols,
Cary Grant,
Mr. Debonair,
what woman could resist,
such a silver tongued devil,
this I could aspire to,
if only I was taller,
had a British accent,
and could wear suits.
I suppose I didn’t get,
that he was a guy,
and I wasn’t,
and I didn’t want to be,
weird the disconnect that,
happens with movies,
when you are a kid.
I learned the art of gentleman,
from Cary,
I don’t know,
if he would get,
my brand,
of gentleman,
but,
I’m grateful:-)
Thanks for putting up with me girls.
I promise I’ll be less weird tomorrow:-)
Later girls,
BB
Congratulations! I’m sure that it was your dedicated cheering/support which pushed those Habs right over the top;-)
If they are the Canadiens, why do you call them the Habs?
Isn’t life great when your team wins? When your team wins, the sun is brighter, the cold is less biting, (How else to explain your elation with temps. at 42-44 degrees in APRIL! OMG! I could barely function yesterday morning when it was 53 degrees; but then, my team hadn’t won…:-)) the world simply seems as though it is a better place when your team wins!
How to explain that? I mean, we either arbitrarily or through some tenuous connection choose a team for which we root. Then we live and DIE based upon their results. A crazy but, I think, necessary cycle….
Weird? What’s weird about cool old movies? Nothing, I say!
I too, have always enjoyed movies. Maybe, because we–my sister and I–weren’t suppose to be watching them. We had strict bedtime…regardless. Thus, movies that I watched when we were supposed to be in bed continue to be favorites.
It seems that anything with Mitzi Gaynor or Lauren Bacall or Barbara Stanwyck only came on after 9:00p.m.–“The Birds and the Bees”, “South Pacific”, “How to Marry a Millionaire”, “The Lady Eve”…maybe the women were too hot for prime time:-) My sister and I, watched these with the volume turned to the lowest audible point on the tiny black and white TV in our room whenever we were lucky enough to find them on the Late Movie.
These women were our heroines….Smart and Independent and Beautiful. They always ‘won’ , even if the ‘winnings’ were only men. We wanted to live in their worlds of parties, cruises, and song. What could be greater than that?!
I have never understood why folk who read a lot denigrate TV and Movies. They are simply another medium. I always find it just a little odd when someone tells me with evident pride, “I never/rarely watch TV or Movies.” Too bad.
My first thought after reading ‘Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell’ was, I bet that, this book would be a really cool 2-3 hour movie!
Cheers!
In a bookstore, you get those I never watch television types, I don’t get it either, especially when these same
people read Danielle Steele or Dan Brown, not that there’s anything wrong with that:-)but, it sure
ain’t highbrow, or Frank Capra, Truffaut, Tarantino or Fellini. You have inspired a post about hockey, I hope you don’t mind:-)
A couple of summers ago I visited some dear friends. They love all mediums–books, movies and TV. Unfortunately, and much to my continued amusement they are Luddites. They may be the only folk I know…wait, including my sister…who still have and use a VCR! At any rate, they wanted to share The French and Saunders parody of Fellini. This is where the whole experience veered into a crazy Twilight Zone.
They own an old, maybe 10 inch, picture tube TV; so, one them–the one who doesn’t see so well–sat right next to it reading the subtitles to me and my other friend. The friend who wasn’t reading the screen can’t always hear, so she kept laughing and shouting “Huh?! Huh?!, say that again!” I was sitting in a chair farthest away, so I could neither see nor hear, but I laughed a lot…at them! They knew it and recognized the kookiness of the scene….Thus, I can never think of Fellini without chuckling. And nope, they’ve not bought a bigger TV. They insist that if whatever is on it isn’t interesting, at least they can laugh at the fact that they really can’t see in one of their case, and hear in another, what’s on it! Also, why get something new when the old thing still “works”?!
I love my flat screen, my laptop, my dvd, but, I gotta tell you, I have a soft spot for Luddites. I long for card catalogues, for the sheer aesthetics:-), can’t get more Luddite than that, huh?
Yes to card catalogues…for the furniture in which the cards are housed alone…But I must admit that I can’t live w/o my other stuff…how does one function without a DVR?!