Showing posts with label Late Night Prattle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Late Night Prattle. Show all posts
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Because everyone needs a good laugh
Thank you Cher. But, I do believe you sound better as a man.
A very special thank you to Roommate Elyse for bringing this video into my life..
Thursday, December 10, 2009
A Little Night Music
For your late night or early morning enjoyment:
I leave you humming "Send in the Clowns."
I leave you humming "Send in the Clowns."
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Late Night Prattle
When I was little I used to watch a lot of movies with my family. I used to do one thing all the time, but only if I had seen the movie before. If there was a part coming up that scared me, I would run and hide until that part was over.
Example: in Sleeping Beauty I would run and hide when Maleficent yelled at her trolls or became the dragon.
Example 2: in Home Alone I hid when the basement heater came alive.
That's what I always did until I was old enough to not be scared anymore. Now I have no reaction when I watch those parts. However, that reaction changed to something else when I was a little older. In Jr high I would leave the room when a character in a movie was about to make a bad decision or be embarrassed in any way.
Example: in Ever After I would leave the room when Henry turns his back on Danielle at the ball.
Example 2: in Romy and Michele's High School Reunion I would always conveniently "need something from upstairs" when Romy told the group of cheerleaders she invented post-its.
I guess I didn't want to see people hurt or embarrassed. It just makes me feel really uncomfortable. Maybe it's my old age, or maybe I'm just lazy, but I never get up and leave for any reason. There are a few movies that I will turn off though.
Example: in Moulin Rouge as soon as the curtain falls on their show I turn the movie off. In my version Satine never dies.
Example 2: Somewhere in Time is turned off before he finds the present day penny and is sent back to his time.
So, I still don't deal with bad scenes, but I don't have to leave the room anymore.
I leave you (but not the room) humming "We Gotta Get out of This Place."
Example: in Sleeping Beauty I would run and hide when Maleficent yelled at her trolls or became the dragon.
Example 2: in Home Alone I hid when the basement heater came alive.
That's what I always did until I was old enough to not be scared anymore. Now I have no reaction when I watch those parts. However, that reaction changed to something else when I was a little older. In Jr high I would leave the room when a character in a movie was about to make a bad decision or be embarrassed in any way.
Example: in Ever After I would leave the room when Henry turns his back on Danielle at the ball.
Example 2: in Romy and Michele's High School Reunion I would always conveniently "need something from upstairs" when Romy told the group of cheerleaders she invented post-its.
I guess I didn't want to see people hurt or embarrassed. It just makes me feel really uncomfortable. Maybe it's my old age, or maybe I'm just lazy, but I never get up and leave for any reason. There are a few movies that I will turn off though.
Example: in Moulin Rouge as soon as the curtain falls on their show I turn the movie off. In my version Satine never dies.
Example 2: Somewhere in Time is turned off before he finds the present day penny and is sent back to his time.
So, I still don't deal with bad scenes, but I don't have to leave the room anymore.
I leave you (but not the room) humming "We Gotta Get out of This Place."
Friday, September 18, 2009
Late Night Prattle
I was just thinking about technology. I realized that if I were to, let's say, go back in time....I probably wouldn't know how to explain how anything in the modern world works. Think about it. There I am talking to Leonardo da Vinci (as a man of science he would understand the concept of time travel and naturally I would have confided in him) and trying to explain how a microwave works.
I have no idea! Not only do I not know how a microwave works, I don't how anything else works.
Hair Dryer? Nope.
Dish washer? No.
TV? Non.
Metro? Nein.
Telephone? Never in a million years.
I use these things everyday and I have no idea how they work. I just love them dearly. Well, maybe it's for the best, I would have caused a rip in the space/time continuum and Dr. Brown would have had to fix everything. Leonardo would have loved cable though.
I leave you humming "Time Warp."
I have no idea! Not only do I not know how a microwave works, I don't how anything else works.
Hair Dryer? Nope.
Dish washer? No.
TV? Non.
Metro? Nein.
Telephone? Never in a million years.
I use these things everyday and I have no idea how they work. I just love them dearly. Well, maybe it's for the best, I would have caused a rip in the space/time continuum and Dr. Brown would have had to fix everything. Leonardo would have loved cable though.
I leave you humming "Time Warp."
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Late Night Prattle
So....I'm into zombies right now. Not like, into into, I just like reading about them. There's something about them that my mind can't figure out. Today I was in Borders and bought two more books. Something about flesh eating zombies that make me appreciate the simple things in life.
I'm actually learning how to survive a zombie apocalypse. Not saying that it will ever happen, but if it does I'm toally prepared. Unfortunately, the only weapons in my apartment worthy of battleing a zombie are the awesome skillet/pan my Mom gave me and the table lamp I bought from Target. I hope they'll do, because my softball bat is back at my parents' house.
Well, my Dad can use it to protect the house from our reanimated neighbors.....
I leave you humming "Killing Me Softly."
I'm actually learning how to survive a zombie apocalypse. Not saying that it will ever happen, but if it does I'm toally prepared. Unfortunately, the only weapons in my apartment worthy of battleing a zombie are the awesome skillet/pan my Mom gave me and the table lamp I bought from Target. I hope they'll do, because my softball bat is back at my parents' house.
Well, my Dad can use it to protect the house from our reanimated neighbors.....
I leave you humming "Killing Me Softly."
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