April 11, 2010
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Things various in nature
On Friday I had a splitting headache. I blamed it on the barometric pressure. On Saturday I felt a tad off but ignored it in the morning, wrote an entry here, washed windows. But then, the demon struck. Doubled up with stomach nastiness, I crawled into the bathroom and then crawled into my bed. Grrrr. I have plans, dammit. I want to clean and play outside. Alas, ’twas not to be. Yesterday became a day of crackers and ginger ale and coke and more crackers. I also plotted the murder/torture of certain staff members who always come to work when they are sick. NB-Please stay home when you are sick, especially if your company provides sick time. It is not fair to those of us who do not want to spend our weekends in bed. Today has been a little better, still weak and tired but no longer surviving on crackers and ginger ale. Being ill does have its advantages, though.
A word about comedy. Humor is not universal. What one person finds funny, hilarious in fact, another may well not. Take the noble banana peel. I don’t find a person slipping on a banana peel funny. I know it’s supposed to be but I have never found it so. Keep that thought in mind …..
I have tried and tried to watch the work of Quentin Tarantino <http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000233/bio>. And I tired again with Inglourious Basterds. Nope, It doesn’t do it for me. I recognize his genius. In this particular film, Brad Pitt is brilliant, truly. But the violence just becomes too much. Child the Fourth loved the film, thought it absurd and hilarious, in a dark and creepy way. He got it. His mother got it and didn’t like it. Loved the performances; hated the film. On the other hand….
Men who Stare at Goats <http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1234548/> is one of the funniest films I have seen in a long time. I laughed out loud. Early this morning, Child the Fourth stumbled down the stairs to see what his mother was guffawing about – it was the Jedi Warriors of America. That the film is based on fact just makes it all the funnier. Only in America. Sheesh.
Just a reminder: April is National Poetry Month. Who’s your favorite poet? What are your favorite lines? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
And so it goes.
Comments (3)
I LOVED Men Who Stare at Goats…. and just got (but haven’t seen yet) IB
Pollen count is soooo high here, everyone’s sneezing from it……
Ahhhh choo!
Hope you are feeling better. It always makes me so mad to be sick on the weekend!
I’ve been thinking of your question about favorite poets/lines of poetry and have not been that impressed with myself. I keep thinking of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. Like:
“I told them once, I told them twice/ They would not listen to advice.”
And further along in the same piece:
“I took a corkscrew from the shelf;/ I went to wake them up myself.”
And I don’t remember the author of this:
“Hi Hippottomus, Hip, Hip, Hip.
What and ugly face you’ve got! What an ugly lip!
Won’t you come and play a bit? Dance and hop and skip?
Hi hippottomus, Hip, Hip, Hip.”