When they make popcorn chicken, how do you suppose they coax the chickens into the popcorn maker?
I recently read about the old drug, Methylene Blue and how after extensive testing they discovered it was an aid in fighting Alzheimer’s disease and dementia which is awesome news.
It did get me to thinking on how they knew this. Did a mouse have a worry that it was becoming forgetful and eventually started turning up in places it had once frequented for no apparent reason? And then suddenly after being given the Methylene Blue, it remembered just where it was it had left that piece of cheese and had no issues working its way around a maze.
At least now they won’t have to take the mouse’s car keys away from him.
Some quick observations of the biggies in the film festival world from a small fry in the film world.
Cannes tends to remain fresher over time while Sundance can be over-baked. Telluride is a trip while Toronto is…just Toronto.
So, I finally got around to watching “The Danish Girl” and imagine my surprise when I realized it was NOT about a woman working in a bakery.
After carefully typing in my sign on and password I slowly scroll through my menus and execute a couple of plugin updates. I then peer around the corner and look up some old posts. I glance through some of the “What doesn’t kill you…” postings and giggle to myself. This is self-pleasing, but what the heck…I thought they were funny.
I write a new post entitled “Checking In” to, you know, let folks know that I was checking in. And then I posted it.
That’s it…really. Nothing else earth shattering or unique. So you can stop reading now…
for today anyway.
A thought for the bitterly cold winter months…
If you are dealing with a gassy stomach and you relieve yourself while in your car with the seat warmers activated, can you achieve lift-off?
Whenever the holiday season ends it always leaves you with a feeling of the blues. If it was a great holiday season, you are sorry it ended and if it was a bad holiday season, you have the sense of a lost opportunity.
I find the holidays important to embrace since you only get a certain amount of them in a lifetime. If you live till 75…you get approximately 75 holiday seasons to enjoy and the first few barely count since they’re not in your control at all and you won’t remember them. For that matter there’s always a chance you won’t remember the last few either, but let’s hope for the best.
I sometimes put too much pressure on myself to enjoy the holidays because I do recognize how precious they are and in my house growing up they were even more important to my family then the norm because we had a broken family but my parents seemed to put aside their differences and problems between Thanksgiving and Christmas and we were like a whole, loving family again.
I always try to squeeze in too many Christmas movies and specials. I’ve watched some of these films and shows so many times that when I put them on I almost instantly fall asleep, especially if I put them on late after a long day at work. I’ll see the beginning and awaken for the end and my mind, knowing them as well as I do, fills in the blanks.
Whatever the case, I think it’s important to make the attempt because they become like touchstones. In an ever-increasingly chaotic life, it helps to curl up on the couch and watch an old chestnut like “Going My Way” or even a child’s show like “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” just to remind ourselves of simpler times and a nudge to not stop striving to recapture those feelings again.
One film that never gets tired for me is “Miracle on 34th Street.” The classic 1947 version. Not one of the several weak remakes they’ve tried sneaking by us over the years. By the way, this film should be viewed in glorious BLACK & WHITE. Not that cheesy colorized crap.
This year was even more poignant with us having just lost the great Maureen O’Hara. The charm of this film and its clever screenplay by Valentine Davies epitomizes everything Christmas should be, short of the religious origins. It also contains, for me, the single greatest film quote ever written and its what I’ll leave you with after rambling on too long already. It’s a thought that you should carry with you every day. Not just at Christmas, but all the time and especially when faced with a crisis of conscience or confidence and going up against doubt and all the dark imaginings that may bring.
“Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.”