Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Various Artists 'Best Of The Blues Vol. 2'
Over the weekend, I got a visit from my niece and goddaughter Gracie. She’s a moody little thing with a bit of a temper, but I happened to find her in a span of five “good” minutes.
So I started doing what comes naturally when it comes to holding conversations with infants… I started talking goofy in order to get her to smile. And through this goofy talk and general stupidity of making Gracie show me her toothless gums with her ear-to-ear smile… I found something very interesting.
You can say the most despicable and dirtiest things to a baby while making that goofy voice!
That’s right! As long as you use the “goofy” voice, you can say ANYTHING and it’s nothing but smiles from the rug rat. For instance… I said words like… “feces”… “hog lagoon”… “defecation”… “homicide”… “Jill St. John”… “urine”… “snot”… “fecal matter”… “butt wipe”… “snow balling”… and “Richard Simmons”.
It didn’t matter what I said, Gracie just sat there and smiled bigger than Jimmy Carter with lust in his heart. Truly amazing!
I just thought I’d pass that on for those of you that want to give it a try sometime.
Have you seen the movie Freedom Writers?
I watched half of it Sunday night and finished the rest on Monday morning. It’s an uplifting tale about a teacher thrown into a pool of inner city sharks that have no expectations of living past the age of 20. She wanted to make a difference and she did.
But there was something in the film that bothered me… It was her freakin’ husband!
He was a total prick!
At first, he came across as a loving husband, but later on, his “prick button” was pressed and he became a total jackass. He didn’t support her and her efforts to make a difference. He felt that he was in competition with all the students in her class.
She could have used his help, support, and understanding… But he silently (according to the film) fought her every step of the way.
I kept thinking to myself… What a douche bag!
I’m sorry, but in my world, if I totally love someone and I’m lucky enough to be married to them… I would try to support them in any way that I could. Right or wrong… It doesn’t matter. If it means something to her then it means something to me. And I would hope that she would feel the same way in whatever I felt strongly about.
I just don’t get people like that. Am I crazy?
This teacher, Erin Gruwell, faced opposition at every turn. From the very educators she worked for to some of the students themselves. She took on 2 part-time jobs so that she could buy books and supplies for her students. And the one person that she should be able to count on was busy feeling like he was taking a backseat.
Damn! He made me angry.
Okay… I feel better now. But I still think that she should have gotten all “Burning Bed” on his ass.
I gave the flick 4 out of 5 stars on Netflix.
And if you wanna join up as friends on Netflix… By all means add me… firstname.lastname@example.org