Nexflix, edging
toward Bourbon Season, some sad news, Canadian adaptation, and more
--On Friday afternoon I learned that Greg
Beck died.I didn’t
know the man personally, but considered him to be a friend.He was an early supporter of TheWVSR, occasional commenter, and
keeper of an online journal that could probably make even Joan Baez
smile.
We communicated via email a few times over the years, often about
music, and I have nothing but positive thoughts about Greg; he seemed
to be warm, funny, and kind.When
I learned of his death last week, I felt almost sick to my stomach.
And that’s all I know to say…My
best wishes to his family and friends.
--It’s full-on autumn up
here in the Rolled-Sausage Belt.On
Saturday, at the Secrets’ soccer games (matches?), people were
decked-out in winter coats and knit caps, and sipping boiling-hot
coffee from mitten-gripped cups.
Just a couple of weeks ago it was so hot
the goalie vomited, and a man sprang from his chair screaming, “Give
him Gatorade immediately!Give
the boy Gatorade!!” They had to abbreviate the quarters to five
minutes each, because kids were literally getting sick from the heat,
and at least one forward broke down in tears.
So, this is quite a change, and much, much better.It’s hard to be in a bad mood in this kind of weather.In fact, it makes a person start thinking about Bourbon Season,
that most wonderful time of the year...
Sweet sainted mother of Rooftop O’Toole, I love the fall.
--I have nothing to base this
on, but I have a feeling this is going to be an exciting week; I can
sense it in my deep-set bones.Does
that ever happen to you?Do you
ever get a really strong gut-feeling about something, for no
discernible reason?
How does it usually turn out for ya?‘Cause
I have very little experience at this predicting the future business.To date, my gut feelings have either sent me scrambling to the
kitchen or the bathroom, and that’s pretty much been the extent of
it.
I think I’m starting to develop ESPN, or whatever it’s
called…
--A few days ago I overheard a
woman tell a man in Wendy’s that she’d joined “Nexflix.”He didn’t seem to know anything about it, so she, the expert,
filled him in on all the details.And
she said Nexflix at least three times.
Speaking of online DVD rental… what recent movie new releases should
I be aware of?I’ve been so
TV-centric lately, I’ve ignored feature films almost altogether.
Just this morning I moved We
Are Marshall, Knocked Up,
and Grindhouse: Death
Proof to the top of my queue.
Is there anything else from, say, the past three months that’s worth
my while? I don’t really like watching marathon films anymore, but
feel guilty about it and want to make at least a half-assed effort.
Help me out, won’t you?
--Toney’s sister has
reportedly hired a professional “adaptation specialist,” whatever
the hell that is, to help them deal with their recent move to Canada.She and Nanners apparently
sit with this person twice a week, and discuss their feelings
and cry and wring their hands and whatnot.And the so-called specialist helps them come to terms with
their emotions.
Heh.This is because they
moved.They’re having to
bring in emergency mental health professionals because they left one
town and moved to another.And
I’m not kidding; this is the truth.
I bet that “specialist” laughs her ass off every time she drives
away from their house.In fact,
she probably goes around the corner, parks, and laughs until it’s
safe to return to the traffic-flow.
Pass the olive oil ice cream.
--Man, I’m struggling with
this one…I hope it’s not
obvious, but this update isn’t exactly rocketing
off my keyboard.
I sent out a note to the mailing list on Saturday declaring last call
on t-shirts, and the response was remarkable.
Here’s what’s left:
Small4 remaining
MediumSOLD OUT
LargeSOLD OUT
XL3 remaining
2X 10 remaining
3X2 remaining
If you want one, you’d better order
straigh’ away.Once these
last few are gone, it’s over.We’re
getting very near the end, boys and girls...
And that’s going to do it for today.I’ll see you guys tomorrow.
I haven't watched the Emmy
Awards since the Great Quincy Snub of '79
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