Somehow — and I’m not quite sure how I found the time between homeschooling and cleaning up crusty cat puke — I managed to update not just one, not just two or even three, but all four of my blogs today. Repeatedly! (One of ‘em even has nudity, oh my.)
Which reminds me: know what goes well with a very dry dirty Ciroc vodka martini?
I’m not much of a Stephen King fan, but I recall reading VH’s copy of The Dark Half
The developmental abnormality is said to occur in 1 out of every 500,000 births. In cases where the parasitic twin is less developed — like when Aunt Voula in My Big Fat Greek Wedding
So what do you call it when a 1-year-old girl has two deceased triplets — one complete except for limbs and the other with only a hairy head and part of its digestive system — removed from her abdomen?
I just call that gross.
For four freakin’ years I’ve been wondering just what Bill Murray’s character whispered into Scarlett Johansson’s ear in the final scene of Lost in Translation. Now, thanks to some folks and their skills at digital enhancing, I finally know!
No, it doesn’t change the movie in the least bit, but at least I no longer feel as steamed over Sofia Coppola’s decision to snub viewers by leaving them lost in the final few frames.
Hillary Clinton’s camp is making a big deal out of Barack Obama’s admission to having used illegal drugs, saying that voters should give thought to such activities before picking a presidential candidate. No doubt this all has something to do with Hillary losing her 20-point lead, as polls show her tied with Obama in New Hampshire, a status that’s sure to hamper future fundraising.
This, from the wife of the man who admitted to smoking marijuana — without inhaling — back in the 1960s.
Of course, she’s since apologized for making it an issue, and now claims that it was an unauthorized statement by one of her staffers. Still, given the history of the Clinton camp making — and then retracting — “unauthorized statements”, the apology is about as credible as Bill Clinton’s hasty explanation that he “never inhaled”.
As Obama noted of Bill’s days of hitting the bong: “I never understood that line,” he said. “The point was to inhale. That was the point.”
Yep, just like Hillary’s point was to remind everyone — in a roundabout way, of course — what happened the last time we elected a presidential candidate who admitted to using drugs.
Every year, right around this time, my family starts panicking about finding the perfect Christmas present for Grandma and Grandpa.
Unlike younger folks, shopping for the older generation isn’t simply a matter of figuring out gifts that tie in to their interests. They’re of an age where they already have just about everything they want and, if anything, would really like to jettison some of the junk that’s piled up over the years. One thing they hold on to ferociously: the dozen or so boxes of slides and photographs they’ve compiled over the years.
So this year I suggested to VH that we help his parents transfer slides into DVD format, enhancing colors in the process and preserving his folks’ memories so we can all enjoy them in years to come. We’ve already done this for them once on their 50th wedding anniversary when my husband spent hours doing a slide transfer to prepare an hour-long DVD we played at their party.
Why not do the same with their boxes of memories from their travels over the years? It’s not like they’d ever think to do a 35 mm slide transfer themselves — even if they could figure out how to use a program to do it.
Sure, it’s a bit self-serving. After all, we’ve all grown a bit tired of trying to talk over the hum of Grandpa’s ailing projector as we huddle in front of a bed sheet hung on the living room wall.
But after the last time, when the overheating projector melted one of the slides and prompted a rather colorful stream of language from Grandpa, I’m pretty certain he’d appreciate having their favorite memories moved to a more permanent, reliable form, too.
