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All Hallow’s Eve at the Blog

Hi Blog!  See I came back!  Two days in a row! Doesn’t this prove my commitment to writing here on a regular basis … well on a more regular basis… Blog?

(Sullen voice from the back of the blog) Whoop tee doooo! Aren’t you impressive … Now keep your voice down, we’re hiding from the trick or treaters.

But uhm blog? Blogs don’t get trick or treaters.  No need to worry. No one has been by here in ages …. except of course those people who keep visiting the Pee Wee entry and the Peter Kastner entry, but they won’t bother you.

Shhhh… I think I heard someone.  Turn off the lights!

So … what’s new?

Guilt finally overcame my laziness and I decided to perhaps throw a few sentences up here lest it be declared abandoned property.  I’m just glad I didn’t find any squatters.  One never knows …

I’ve been out traveling the webs, posting hither and yon … Yikes! My writing tonight is just … what’s the word I’m looking for … archaic, full of lacy doilies and overstuffed cliches.

I’ll try to find something interesting to report in the near future.  More than likely it will be an angry rant about something or other … I’m into angry rants … even more so than in the past … so you might want to run while you can….

Signed, the Queen of Ellipsis

Anybody home?

Taking a deep breath, I tentatively take the handle of the door in my hand.  The brass is cold and turning it requires effort.  Pushing against the dry, grainy wood, I attempt to force the door to open.  It creaks its dismay and eventually gives in.  I am greeted by the musty odor of months of disuse.  A faint light from somewhere up ahead (I think it’s the Pee Wee post) allows me to see the spiders that have taken up residence in my absence. Their cobwebs provide a banner of silk string and dead bugs to welcome my return.

I clear my throat from fear more than necessity and whisper, “Hello, blog …. I wasn’t sure you’d let me back in.  I’m sorry I’ve stayed away so long. I kept track of you … really I did…. tried to make sure you were okay …” I wait. My words are met with dead silence.  “I’m back!” I say loud enough to scare the spiders.

From deep back in the darkened hall comes the reply “That’s what you said last time…”

I take a deep breath and flip on all the lights…


New and shiny

I’ve been slacking, I know.  I hardly write here anymore.  I’ve had a piece written in my head since my December trip to NYC.  The post has become moldy and stale but I will trim away the bad bits and let whoever happens to wander through here decide what’s ingestible.

I love NYC because its inhabitants all look like they’ve got a great story to tell.  No one is trying to blend, to pass for normal – everyone, at least to me, stands out as a character to be discovered.  Just walking the streets, riding the bus, sitting in a Starbucks even is entertaining.

I went to NYC the first week in December, way before the polar vortex tumbled south and froze the city.  The weather was grey, wet and for someone who comes from the desert, supremely enjoyable.  Central Park took on a romantic gothic atmosphere – I took photos of the orange leaves, stones dark and shiny from the rain, black railings dripping raindrops, it was all fodder for an over productive imagination.

central park 2013 gothic rails and rain NYC lights

Manhattan was dressed for Christmas, lights sparkled everywhere.   I walked up and down the streets in the rain with silly grin on my face.

The Met Museum was my home during the three days I was there and at night, the theater – the real reason for my journey.  I traveled to see Sir Ian and Sir Pat in No Man’s Land.  Unfortunately for me that is exactly what I did – I saw them, I did not hear them.  A combination of my abominable hearing and my location in the theater (in the back, under a balcony) left my watching body language and guessing at what was transpiring on stage.  Still it was a wonderful experience – Sir Ian acts with his whole body – I gleaned more about his character from his movements and reactions than I probably would have, had I heard the play.

The next night I went to see Twelfth Night – Stephen Fry portrayed Malvolio! He was magnificent BUT I found the whole play, the staging, the costuming, the music, the actors to be  absolutely perfect.  I heard almost all the dialogue and understood – for a Shakespearian play that is no small accomplishment. Twelfth Night is one of my favorites.  The play was performed as it would have been at the time of its initial production.  All the parts were played by men.  The lead part in the play is a girl pretending to be her brother.  The actor who played the girl pretending to be the boy (are you with me still) was brilliant.  The way he carried his body, the stances he took let you know that he was a girl pretending to be a boy.  And Mark Rylance! as Olivia was hysterically funny.  I laughed more at this production than I’ve ever before.  Rylance and Fry were wonderful to watch.  All the supporting characters where spot on. Oh, sorry, I’m getting carried away – but really the whole piece was so well done.

Hello blog!

Yes. I’m still around. I’ve written many, many entries …. in my head … They just never get transcribed. I’ve written reviews of Danny Boyles’ Frankenstein (both versions), I’ve waxed poetic on the charms of Jonny Lee Miller, expounded about my new love, Howl Jenkins (“Howl’s Moving Castle” – book not movie) and cried about Theo Van Gogh and …. maybe at some point I will write it all down. But tonight … tonight, through the boughs of the pine tree, I spotted the three stars that form his belt and realized he is back. Low on the horizon, Orion returns! It made me happy – winter is approaching! And Orion is back to watch over us!

Why, Even as BBC Sherlock Fans, Elementary Has Become Our Favorite

Why, Even as BBC Sherlock Fans, Elementary Has Become Our Favorite.

Well said! Now I don’t have to say anything further on the subject except I like BBC Sherlock, love their Watson and especially Moriarty BUT I LOVE/PREFER ELEMENTARY IN ITS ENTIRETY AND JONNY LEE MILLER’s PORTRAYAL OF SHERLOCK.

Wizarding news!

What!?!?!! No …. Really?   Yes, yes, yes (with much jumping up and down!). – my reaction to this news….




Happy 20th X-Files!


This is from xfilesnews – click on photo to read.   And I agree, thank you DD for the red speedos!

Swim I say!

I just had my first swim class. It was a perfect day in the desert for it – a blanket of grey clouds, occasional light rain, temperature in the mid to high 70s. Watching my niece and nephew learn to swim these past few years inspired me to take the class. While I can doggy paddle and get across the pool, I want to learn how to do what they do so effortlessly. Getting into a swimsuit and going out in public was the biggest hurdle. I’ve lost a little bit of weight recently so I no longer look as much as I used to like my Slavic ancestors vacationing on the coast of the Black Sea. This commercial still cracks me up, even if its not PC —

Eeez next, svimwear

Okay, body image issues aside, just participating in a class for myself is something I’ve not done in over a decade or more and it took a little bit of convincing myself to just do it.  Bravely, I got myself to the pool, put my stuff down and became a female Tommy, i.e., took off my hearing aides and glasses and voila the deaf, dumb and blind girl heads for the water. I found the majority of my classmates were in pretty much the same boat as I am when it comes to swimming experience and we shared the goal of learning to swim sufficiently well enough to do laps. All in all it turned out to be a pretty good experience. I learned or am learning to put my head under water while swimming which may not seem like much but is a huge issue for me — water in the ears aaaaagggghhh! And I got these words of wisdom from the instructor: “you tense up, you sink.” Applies to all life that, …..

That’s class one. We will see how I feel next week. I just hope she doesn’t make us dive. I draw the line at diving – I’m more of an ease my tushy slowly into the pool kind of gal.

In closing, I leave you with a quote from a new hero of mine – 64 year old Diane Nyad who just swam from Cuba to Florida (click text to go to original page):

DIANA NYAD: The thing about aging is, it’s true that the clock seems to be ticking faster as you get older. It isn’t, but it seems to be. Time seems to be running out. And I wanted to swim this endeavor not to just be the athletic record. I wanted it to be a lesson for my life that says, be fully engaged. Be so awake and alert and alive every minute of every waking day, because that’s where I had to be for these fortunately years to get this done.

Stephenie McMillan Passed Away

I didn’t know her by name but when I read what she did I realized just how important she has been to the lives of all of us who love the Harry Potter movies.  She was the set decorator on all eight movies.  She is the one that made Harry’s world magical.  Ms. McMillan described what she did as a set decorator:

In an interview with the British Academy of Film and Television Arts last year, McMillan detailed her work flow — she’d read the script, make a list of all the different buildings and special props, guesstimate a budget and start her scavenger hunt.

(Click on the quote to take you to the LATimes obituary article.

Here is another quote from an article describing how she perceives what she does:

Set decorators are in charge of what is in the set from curtains, colouring and furniture to props used by actors and every detail within. Stephenie says that it doesn’t matter to her if you don’t see every detail or if it’s too dark to notice one of her intractably designed pieces in a set. The practise of designing and creating an atmosphere that is real and comfortable for all is more important than if it is seen by anybody. Stephenie’s main concern is the feeling of space and even if something isn’t seen it still adds feeling to the set.

Click on the above quote to take you to a very interesting article with photos of her work.

Her work on the films was and is inspirational.  Her work captured the spirit of the world that JK Rowling wrote about in concrete form – from the teacups used in Divination class to the wonderful chaos of the Weasley’s home to Dumbledore’s office and Snape’s Potions Class … all the details were put in place by Ms. McMillen and we thank you.


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