I’m not one to complain about winter BUT it’s almost the middle of February and I’ve about had it. Not only do I have cabin fever but the cabin needs vacuuming, my bird feeders are empty and if I see one more quiche I’m going to scream.
This is how bad it is: I almost watched the collected music videos of Miley Cyrus on TV this morning. Luckily, I was able to snap myself out of it.
I guess it doesn’t help that my son just rented a place that has a fruiting banana tree and birds of paradise plants in the yard. I have snow and empty bird feeders and my autumn leaf flag is still hanging on the shed, 3 flags behind what would normally be there now.
I’ve been in this house so long that my hair grew long and my cut lost its shape. Sami just walked by and told me – me, unbathed and in the same pajamas for two days running – and told me that I look pretty. His whole thing is about the length of my hair, as If I’d ever go back to straight long hair again.
I was going to talk about Total Eclipse of the Heart a little bit, but instead I will share something with you about Hurra Torpedo, the world’s leading kitchen appliance rock band. As you now, their rendition of TEOTH has been stuck in my head for quite a while. Turns out that in this as in most other things, I am late to the party.
“In October/November 2005 they became part of a viral ad campaign by going on a coast to coast tour in the U.S. that was paid for by Ford in order to promote the Ford Fusion car. As part of the ad campaign, a mockumentary movie called “The Crushing Blow” was being made.”
That mocumentary is posted on YouTube in 36 parts. I’m about half-way though it ad the Ford Fusion makes minimal appearances always without mention of the brand. I think my favorite part so far is immediately after a trip to a salvage yard in Los Alamos where they rented a few torpedo husks, they make a music video at Fridgehenge in NM . The band plays on their trademark smashed appliances what I think may be a soulful rendition of Sunrise,Sunset. The whole series is quite droll and extremely amusing to me.
See that pint of Hagen Das coffee ice cream?
I ate it three weeks ago. He knows I ate it and I know he knows it.
I am officially On. A. Diet. so I can’t say that I ate it. And he whom I accuse of being a saboteur can’t say he knows I ate it because he’s the one who brought it in here after the declared beginning of The. Diet. And if he admits he knows that I ate it, that is the equivalent of admitting to being a saboteur.
If I throw out the empty carton, that is the same as admitting I am no longer On. A. Diet. so I will lose the special consideration he gives to my fussy and expensive Diet. shopping list. If he throws the carton out, that is the same as admitting that I have succumbed to his sabotage. Although his faults are many, purposely working against me is not one of them.
So for the moment, precious freezer space is being occupied by an empty ice cream container and neither one of us can say or do anything about it. This is how a successful marriage works.
Do you know my email address? It’s suzette DOT suzette AT gmail DOT com
For several years now, I’ve been getting email for a person named Suzette [last name rhymes with profit] in Indianapolis. At one time she must have believed that my email address is her email address because she has used it for both business and personal email.
How does that happen? I’ve had this address ever since I changed my blog name to Cripes Suzette in August of 2004. I’ve been getting the occasional emails meant for her for about 4 years.
Here is a list of some of the emails I’ve gotten that were meant for her:
- a chatty invitation for a Bible Study group outing to a baseball game and picnic
- a recap of a meeting with an agent discussing rehearsal space in an Indianapolis landmark building
- an invoice for a piece of software
- an application from a construction group to bid on a commercial cleaning contract
- guidance from a community organizer about who to contact for clearing records from the Marion County prosecutor’s office
I know a lot about this woman just from these misdirected emails. I know her address, what she does for a living, where her business is located, and her full name – the first of which is spelled SUZETT.
So I don’t know. Did she make the mistake or did the people who are trying to reach her? It seem like a varied group of people and 5+ seems like a lot of incidents to be coincidental, although I’m sure everyone has the urge to add that final E to the first name.
I don’t mind the emails – they are infrequent and entertaining. I’m just telling you about it.
The thermometer read 3 degrees above freezing and there was thin winter sunlight coming down. I had to take this photo from a second story window – it’s as close as I got to fresh air today.
I’ll never be able to help my California daughter in law to appreciate the beauty of snow. She’s just not that into it.
Sad to say that today’s pop culture watchers are illiterates in their own medium. This applies to young people in the GenPop as well as to media writers and announcers. They view everything through the narrow and short-sighted lens of their own limited experience and display a disappointing lack of curiosity. How else to explain the hair-trigger launch of Twitter bombing about Joe Namath’s fur coat?
Back in the late 60s and early 70s, people could barely walk in the street without tripping over him in a mink, a fox, or a white shearling. He wasn’t known as Broadway Joe for nothing. He was an egotistical showboat and never missed an opportunity to display it. That confidence in himself is what made him so good. And so sexy. The furs weren’t gender bending – they were a downright take over of luxury goods. He was a man who earned the right to do whatever he wanted with his money and his spotlight. “To say it’s a charmed life is the understatement of the century.”
I am only thankful that he didn’t show up to last night’s game in pantyhose.
Every few years, I google Bobby Rydell just to see if he’s still alive and if he still has a good head of hair.
This year’s result: He’s still alive and he still has a good head of hair but it might not actually be growing out of his head. I don’t know how I missed this, what with being practically my own backyard and a particular area of interest for me, but hair replacement was not his biggest issue since I last checked on him.
Bobby Rydell, actor and hit singer from the 1950s and 60s, recently underwent a combined liver and kidney transplant at Jefferson University Hospital
Singer Bobby Rydell Receives Double Transplant
That’s all I have to say about it. Good bless Bobby Rydell. I always thought he was a decent person, based only on the facts that he stayed near his Philadelphia roots his whole life and he remained married to his teen age sweetheart until she died.
Bobby Rydell is very googleable. Found the realestate listing from 2003 when the family home went up for sale. I do love the fact that their family home had an exotic black and white bedroom. And from some legal proceedings because of a car accident, I found that there was also a second home in Wildwood NJ. Also, a little DUI that ended up with his Bentley crashing into a yoga studio.
Until the double transplant, his internet record -except for the Bentley and the international fame -sounds like unextraordinary events in an average life.
In the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy my neighbor spent 8 G’s on an enormous built-in generator that’s hooked to his gas line.
It’s goes through an automatic function check every Saturday afternoon at 2:50pm for 10 minutes.
It sounds like a military helicopter is landing in my side yard and it’s most annoying.