When Grandma Comes To Town

I'm watching Twoandahalfmen and Charlie's supposed to take Jake to school, and then in his halfwitted way takes him someplace else only to find out that it's the wrong place, and then is about to have a nasty fart over not knowing where he's supposed to take him, and I say, Take the day off ya stup'd idyut!  And of course, I'm guess we're all supposed to realize how stupid this is, when it's well Judith took a vacation to Hawi'aa and well let the kid take a day off!  That's what I would say anyway; but no Charlie has his long fart, finds the right school via his cell phone and later goes home to get drunk on his couch and...

But no...  for a moment there I was back somewhere in a downtown Heidelberg or Stuttgart or ... And I'd swear it was fasching, all because my grandma'd come to town.  Twas one of those rare events where I didn't have to go to school, because she wanted to take me into town, for a museum, or something...  It's a memory that somehow haunts me.  It is like someone was there in painted face, which is why I think it was fasching ...  But no, it is the vagueness of the memory that haunts me.

An Obamanation?

Before anyone else utters this pun, I thought I'd take a stand and say no, it is, but it isn't.

Bab'hi Au Monde

I've been watching Mr. Hulot's Holiday in spurts. More than anything it reminds me of Chaplin, but then there are these little french comic strip moments, and well, then there's this guy in this voiture who's spouting off french blah-blah-blah, but I'm thinking, that's Babi Hammond, oh with dark hair and more hair, but tout-de-moins c'est Bab'hi... Qu'est que c'est?

The Day I Couldn't Sit Still

This movie doesn't even deserve mention, except of course that I couldn't pass up the opportunity of using "The Day I Couldn't Sit Still" as a title to a blog posting. It would be nice if someone presented an intelligent story about space invaders with dire warnings for us, but alas this movie just fell back to that old line that government and everyone else is just plain dumb, except for of course maybe one person, who perchance might save us from ourselves. Sadly, Kathy Bates portrays the epitomy of this dumbness, which made me wonder: isn't she smarter than this? As I said, I couldn't sit still. After I had eaten my gummy bears and wondered for the 100th time what is this burning sensation I'm getting on the knuckles on the back of my right hand? I decided I might as well leave. I entered the lobby going to the bathroom. I noticed by the clock on the wall that I must already be an hour into this movie. How could that be? I wondered.