Happy Thanksgiving
Today was a good Thanksgiving. Spent the day at my sister's house with the family enjoying a wonderful dinner and each other. Now I am sitting at home, with no work looming in the morning. I am watching the Jazz spank the Bulls (at least they are at the beginning of the 3rd quarter) and I am trying to think of what I am thankful for.
There is a lot of course, when I stop to think about it. I am thankful for my wonderful wife. I am thankful for four beautiful, funny kids. I am thankful for my parents, for my siblings and the love and joy that always fills my heart when I get to spend time with them. I am thankful for a job I enjoy and for the friend that led me to it. I am thankful for my recently completed degree. I am thankful for the many opportunities that I have had to spend time on stage. I was able to be in four productions this year (one of which opens on Saturday), and I was also able to perform with an improv troupe that I highly respect throughout the year.
I hope Thanksgiving was as good to you this year as it was to me. I hope you all can find something to be thankful for. Now if next year I can add being grateful that the Cubs won the World Series, then that would be the best. Just sending that out to the universe. Let's see what happens.
Sundry
Just sitting in rehearsal, contemplating the sorry state of this here blog. Been really busy, but there are a few things to talk about.
First. Ah, the NBA is back, baby. I love the NBA and I love the Utah Jazz. So what will this season bring? More disappointing road losses from the Jazz, as exhibited on their road opener in Denver. Granted, Denver should be tough this year, but the 4th quarter collapse by the Jazz just brought back all the memories of Utah's poor road performances from last year.
The return of the NBA also means the return the dillhole in Cleveland and his stupid powder throwing antics. I hate that the first highlight of the NBA season on Sports Center was King LeDouche throwing that crap in the air. Is this professional wrestling? No. Of course, it is heartwarming to watch the Cavs start their season with 2 losses. Let's see more of that, Bron Bron.
Second. Was driving down the street a couple of days ago and there is a woman pushing her kid down the street, not in a stroller, but in a stolen shopping cart. I guess you're a redneck if...
Third. Being in two shows at once is hard. Fun? Sure. Extra money? Needed. But I miss my family.
Hey, go Tweet yourself.
I was watching CNN the other day. You know, trying to fit in a little news of the non-sports variety. After Tiger, Vick and Farve I was a little overloaded.
While reporting a story, the anchor says, "Let's see what the folks on Twitter are saying about this story."
Really? Are you freaking kidding me? How, by any stretch of the imagination, is this news? If CNN is just going to spout off crap they find written by some anonymous yahoo on Twitter, then why the heck am I watching CNN. I can just read Twitter commercial free.
Mac and Cheese
My wife made some excellent homemade mac and cheese last night. However, since it wasn't the bright neon yellow stuff that comes out of a box, my kids were less than thrilled with it.
As one daughter put it, "I mean, who puts onions in macaroni and cheese?"
"I do," my wife said.
"Oh, you made this?" My daughter's mental wheels started to turn, but she was caught with no where to go, no turning back.
"What," I asked. "Did you think it just fell out of the sky?"
"I thought maybe she bought it from someone."
I guess I will be enjoying the leftovers all by myself.
John Hughes
No, his films aren't among the pantheon of Hollywood classics. You won't find them on top lists from IMDb or AFI. However, if you grew up in the 80s then his films probably probably mean as much to you as some of the films from those lists.
When I heard the news that John Hughes died earlier today of a heart attack while walking through Manhattan, I was sad. I was surprised at how sad I was. His movies hold a special place in my heart and childhood. Ferris Bueller's Day Off - The Breakfast Club - Planes, Trains and Automobiles - Uncle Buck - Sixteen Candles - Pretty in Pink - Some Kind of Wonderful - She's Having a Baby. I enjoy them all. They were huge while growing up and I still quote them to this day.
So long, John Hughes. And speaking of quotes:
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Ferris: I'm not European. I don't plan on being European. So who gives a crap if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists, it still doesn't change the fact that I don't own a car.
Ferris: I asked for a car, I got a computer. How's that for being born under a bad sign?
Ferris: Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism's in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, "I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me." Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I'd still have to bum rides off people.
Sixteen Candles
Samantha: Donger's here for five hours, and he's got somebody. I live here my whole life, and I'm like a disease.
Samantha: I can't believe my grandmother actually felt me up.
The Geek: Can I borrow your underpants for 10 minutes?
Pretty In Pink
Duckie: His name is Blane? Oh! That's a major appliance, that's not a name!
Andie: Well, not nothing. I mean, I kissed him...
Iona: Anywhere interesting?
The Breakfast Club
Andrew: We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all.
John Bender: So it's sorta social, demented and sad, but social.
John Bender: I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts.
Planes, Trains, And Automobiles
Del: We'd have more luck playing pickup sticks with our butt-cheeks than we will getting a flight out of here before daybreak.
Neal: He says we're going the wrong way.
Del: Oh, he's drunk. How would he know where we're going?Owen: Her first baby came out sideways, she didn't scream or nothin'.
Del: I've never seen a guy get picked up by his testicles before. Lucky thing for you that cop passed by when he did. Otherwise, you'd be lifting up your schnutz to tie you shoes.
Uncle Buck
Miles: Where's your wife?
Buck: Don't have one.
Miles: How come?
Buck: It's a long story.
Miles: You have kids?
Buck: No I don't.
Miles: How come?
Buck: It's an even longer story.Buck: Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.