Firstly I just want to get this off my chest. It bugs me so I'm starting right off with it. And I'll be the first to admit that I may very well be reading restaurant language wrong. I don't know. I'll have to make it a point to ask my server the next time I go to a restaurant that has wine glasses on the table...
"Oh, what a nice place I'm glad you chose it."
"I knew you would like it, and the food is fantastic."
"OK, ladies if you come with me I'll take you to your table."
"This is lovely."
"And your server will be with you momentarily."
Thirty seconds to a minute later our server comes to our table to take our drink order.
"Hello my name is Stephanie and I'll be your server tonight. May I start you off with a cocktail or drink?"
"Yes I believe I'll start off with a Sapphire and tonic."
And as soon as I give my drink order they whisk the wine glasses away, as if I offended them somehow. I just sat down, I don't know what I want to eat, let alone make a decision about wine. When they take the wine glass away like that I don't order wine, even if I wanted a glass. I don't get it.
I mean are you supposed to say immediately when the server comes over, that you may be having wine? Are those wine glasses just for show, and when you sit down the show is over? Why don't they just keep the wine glasses in a clean space somewhere else?
Maybe next time I'll let the server take the glass away. Then when I order the entree. I'll order a glass of wine, so they have to bring the wine glass back. But there's a 99% chance I won't order wine.
But like I say, on this issue I may be restaurant illiterate.
It's like this, my mom and I have talked through the years about what we would do if we had a restaurant. We talked about what kind of restaurant it would be, what we would serve, that kind of thing.
Both of us agreed it would be a low key neighborhood soup and sandwich kind of place. If it were up to me I'd have it be more like...This is a bar that sells food. There would be a menu that would change daily with some constants, and we would sell leftovers at a reduced rate the next day. There are some things that are actually better the next day. Anyway that would be my idea.
I do have several relatives that own, and or have owned restaurants, and it's hard work and long hours, and no guarantees. I've seen it first hand and I know, it's hard. My idea would not be an option right now.
But I have another idea. A dinner club, a Daily Kos dinner club.
Follow me past the thing there.
A tuxedo cat. I call him that, Tuxedo Cat because I don't know his name yet. I want to call him Sylvester, but I don't think that's quite right. I'm fairly certain it's a he though. A lively, fluffy haired, indoor tuxedo cat which caught me by surprise. I had no idea that I was allowed to have friends on the inside.
Maybe I'm allowed to have a tuxedo cat because I'm a non-violent person who doesn't act out. Nor do I manipulate people into various hang ups, desires, or fears, or, whatever random and bizarre ideas that waft into my consciousness at any given time. I save all that for myself, you never know when you're going to need it. Especially when you're an artist. All emotions are like paints in a box.
I just never thought I would be able to know, no matter how insignificant or inconsequential. Thanks to my tuxedo cat I have just a mere little glimpse into a very small aspect of a working mind. Or at least mine. It's a nice little present I got, for living through so much physical pain.
It started it's life from a comment in one of the animal diaries the other day and it just grew. There was no stopping it. It may be a cautionary tale, it may not. But I've wasted too much time on this to back out now. Forgive me, I'm weak. Anyway it's the weekend.
This past year has been not been a very good one for me. My computer crashed and burned, so I was without a computer for several months. Also I had two operations in the span of a few months. One was a cyst removal of my left thigh. It was benign. That was at the end of February. Then last month I had a pacemaker put in.
I was informed that in most cases installing a pacemaker can be an out patient procedure without much fuss. But that was not the case for me due to severe Marfan Syndrome. Everything is complex, and in need of much more attention. I was in the hospital for three days, maybe four if you count the day I had to go to the E.R. twice. The second time they kept me.
My progress in recovering has been slow but steady, and improving. But as a result of the past few months I've had a lot of free time on my hands. As a result of that, yes my TV watching has increased. Or to be more accurate my movie watching has increased.
I have an HDMI cord I plug into the TV so I can watch shows and movies while I am otherwise occupied on my computer, like coming here and chatting with all of you. I was on pain pills for a while so doing anything constructive is/was a non-starter. I'm still not 100% ready to...clean my apartment.
If you know me you know I love Film Noir so I seek them out. I do like Jimmy Stewart, so I seek him out too. But along with movies that I've seen before I found movies I had never heard of that I found entertaining and good.
Maybe you could add in the comments section movies that are your favorites that generally are not on peoples must see lists.
The other day I was at my mom's house and AMC was running the Wizard of Oz. It must have been a Wizard of Oz anniversary because Judy Garland was born in June, and usually they don't run The Wizard of Oz unless it's a holiday.
As I was watching it I remembered a little anecdote I had formed in my head.
Some of you may know I like anecdotal humor and short stories. I originally entered this as a comment in Night Owls. I had only one response from rbird. Rbird said, "Why not make a diary out of it?"
First I thought it was too short and silly then I thought well, there must be certain things people do or say that could spark creativity. Such as the way people pass joints around in a circle, or the way everybody hangs out in the kitchen at a party, or how did walking around in the rain become a dating myth?
I'm hoping that:
A) people read this, and
B) people put their own spin on how certain things came to be in the comments section.
This is the truth about how it all started...
So it's Thanksgiving again. And lets say you are wanting for some different recipes to spark up the usual holiday fare.
Lets say you are having a basic simple Thanksgiving with just the four or six of you. But you want something to serve that's different and memorable. Something in keeping with the season, but beyond a new way of using cranberries. Something that will become a must do for your family.
Or lets say you are going to the folks house, a sort of pot luck affair with everyone bringing a side and another pumpkin pie. And you want to bring a show stopper.
I have two recipes, that I just love.
I hope you have a chance to make at least one of them and tell me what you think.
The inspiration for this diary came from another diary called, On The Edge of Our Seats: Cinema's Most Suspenseful Moments. Submitted on Saturday September 22, 2012 by Keith930. I had commented that one of my favorite suspense movies was The Odessa File. I'll include a short pertinent section of that comment here:
The Odessa File
One of my favorite movies. And it's a timely today as it was when it came out. From beginning to end it doesn't stop. I will say it's one of those rare cases in which you want it to be redone, the only place it suffers is in some technical areas, and style. And it's got that pesky Jon Voight in it. And I could live without Perry Como and the cloyingly annoying song Christmas Dream.
Don't inquire about that song if you don't know it. It will be the death knell of any happiness you glean from life.
There are certain songs you will never be able to unhear...
So originally I was going to do a diary about songs you never want to hear again for as long as you live.
I immediately considered a flaw in that idea. That being people are plagued enough with awful songs that roam around in their consciousness, they don't need to add to that play list. It's like, "Oh my God this is the most disgusting thing I've ever put in my mouth, try some."
So, instead this diary is about movies that you would like to see redone.
I'll admit there are some movies that nobody wants redone, even if they have more technical flaws than valuable content. And they're are movies that you can't redo, they demand to be left alone.
And right now I'm thinking about one of the silliest movies ever to be made called, A Comedy of Terrors staring Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, Basil Rathbone, Boris Karloff, Joe E. Brown, and Joyce Jameson. That cast of stars alone proves my point. As well as tells you basically everything you need to know about that movie. And the best part of it is, as soon as you get bored with it it's over.
I know I could have picked any movie except that one, but that's the one that immediately came to my mind so that's he one I chose.
But there are some movies I'll be honest I would like to see redone. Or at least in the case of a couple of my picks not redone but lets take another look at that subject.
Also I'm not including movies that are so terribly flawed there's no point in talking about them.
The movies that I picked are because I am passionate about the subject matter, or the movie itself is so good in so many ways. It just irks me when film makers got some aspects so right and others so wrong.
Now on with this brief list.
I have made a decision.
The Undecideds is just a polite way of saying:
Who am I voting for?
Go soak a sock, that's who I'm voting for.
You'll find out when I feel like telling you, if I feel like telling you, and fucking A.
Who died and made you God of voting?
You just want me to tell you, so you and your friends and enemies
can speculate on who my friends and enemies are.
Who are you voting for?
That's the more important question.
Who are you voting for?
Because I want to know.
We're not allowed to say.
Oh, La De Da.
Isn't that convenient.
Well I'm not allowed to say either.
Now I have to go, I'm late for a thing.
You know when you are in a state of uncertainty about something in your life. Maybe some sort of physical pain is involved, or just maybe a sense you have that something's just not right with you. Sometimes it brings you to tears, other times just a feeling of malaise. And this condition, which you suspect all along should be simple enough to diagnose, baffles every doctor you confide in.
Then all of a sudden there comes a moment when doctors and their ideas stop you dead in your tracks, you shake your head, then laugh. Because that's all you can do.
If you can relate, then this little diary is for you.
The other day I felt like having some friends over for dinner. I had some food that might otherwise have ended up being bought solely for the purpose of decorating the inside my refrigerator, so, instead, I made a meal out of it. Since I'm just one person I had a dinner party.
Be warned I will not be held responsible for any careless and irresponsible use of the information you are about to read. If you read this and decide to eat this meal nightly don't come crying to me.
As you may remember the album Physical Graffiti was released on February 24, 1975. It's February 24th. again. And to mark this anniversary I've written a little story. This is a short story in four parts with an epilogue.
It is a short story so make your tea, and get your devices together, it will take a few minutes. It does read pretty quickly though and is focused. And the chapters do get progressively shorter.
There are times, a few times that differ from how I wrote it originally because I'm unable to use big words. I don't mean multi-syllabic words. I mean big, huge, words. But I'm positive you will be able to spot those areas the second you see them and understand why I wanted those few words big. There is quite a bit of prose herein. So for-warned is for-armed.
And after you read this you will know a little bit more about me, hopefully not too much.
I do hope you enjoy, or at least remember with me.