Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Tears for Ears
Very early this morning I awoke to a sensory-rattling noise of what sounded like a gathering of Macaw's in heat. Rapid overlapping chatter, often rising to squawkish bleats, boomed-out from TV speakers.
Oh Gawd! I fell asleep with the TV on again! This time the channel was MSNBC and the cacophony was from "Morning Joe" where Mika Brzezinski usually attempts to speak while her erstwhile co-host and program's namesake, Joe Scarborough, blathers on with one of the usual round-table suspects or special guests, blithely ignoring her attempts to join the chat. Everyone's pitch was higher than usual with the fervor of today's Florida GOP Prez Primary voting. And, for a change, Mika had a chance to speak for minutes at a time without interruption!
Perched in the palmy trees, or rather, by the sandy beach in Miami inside a deli, the on-location hosts and guests were in Political Heaven Game Mode. A primary in a "Must Win" state in the general election is one of the dress rehearsals for the media to get their Poli-Sexy on and strut their stats. With the "Morning Joe" clique, adding to their hyper enthusiasm today was the presence of Mr. Always-Wired Chris Matthews spouting predictions and views.
Between Mika and Chris, the shrillish circus indeed came to town down there and people like me could hear them squealing even with the Mute button in play.
In truth, I've kept the remote on "Mute" because no matter who wins tonight's primary - the Newt or the Mitt - the GOP will remain divided on who they will crown as their Prom King until the very last minute.
Yep. The choices are that bad!
And, to add another insult, did anyone see and hear the clip of Mitt Romney singing a few stanzas of America the Beautiful yesterday? Whew! Talk about flat! If nothing else, at least we have someone currently in the Oval Office who knows how to sing on key. America has a New Idol! Now, if only Simon Cowell were part of the final judgment process, the entire mess of the coming months before the November elections would be moot - for either Mitt or Newt.
P.S. In case you were wondering..... The above picture of Cowell isn't to ward off the sound of Paula Abdul's reaction to being fired by Simon from the X Factor! But that's another story for another day.
Image via: http://pragmaticcompendium.wordpress.com/
Monday, January 30, 2012
The High And Frighty
The SAGS are conducted in an easy-going atmosphere, considering how many celebs and their "handlers" were seated almost on top of each other in the already too-close-for-comfort Shrine Auditorium. And the fashion? I'm not crazy about gowns. I like to see tux's. Not much to say there, either. "Hey, nice satin lapel ya' got going on..."
No, not gonna go there today. Instead, let's view a controversial subject quite high on my list: Medical Marijuana. Of course, last night's Hollywood festivities have nothing whatsoever to do with why weed/grass/pot/MJ is on my mind this morning.... Especially when the product-placement champagne bottles on the tables were the size and height of many of Kate Middleton's hats.
The other day I spent a few hours with a friend who informed me that she and her husband have doctor-prescribed Medical Marijuana cards and shop for their supply at a legal dispensary in their Suburban neighbourhood while jaunting around on regular errands. How nice - and convenient, I commented. Pick up the pet food and dash across the street to buy a few ounces of "legal medication" and bounce back to the car and be on one's way for a Mani-Pedi.
I'm a major proponent for Medical MJ and believe the continuing illegality of it is one more indication of how both social and financial forces in the U.S. maintain the Black Market on an herb that has been used for hundreds of years to cure nausea (along with other ailments), and is not at all the danger to society we have been fed for ages. Statistics via often dubious studies always cite how marijuana is a "gateway" drug to harder substances, and once a person has tasted that pungent herb, the next thing they want to do is smoke crack, snort coke and inject heroin.
Uh. No. Not always. What I'd like to know is how many MJ users started-out drinking alcohol? From what I have read and witnessed throughout my life, are car crashes, horrendous domestic/public fights when one or more in a family/group are under the influence, compromised livers causing jaundiced eyes, broken blood vessels in the skin and so on.
Yes, I've seen the sad, horrifying pictures of Meth addicts. Crackheads. Heroin users. The physical deterioration is often astounding. But have you seen the same with those who don't go beyond marijuana? A glazed, sleepy look and an odd smile or two are the primary physical "ravages" of smoking weed. The overview of MJ use cannot in any reality compare to alcohol and hard drugs. Read this: Alcohol vs Marijuana Truths
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Her Hatty-Ness
In air-sniffing circles such a title is less than prestigious. It's rather common. In others, 'tis a wonderful thing as England is now awash in more outrageous or haute couture hats for the ladies than ever (it seems).
I'm happy about the latest Royal Newz because I love to observe what is attached to the heads of diverse English women at numerous events ranging from weddings to soccer and tennis matches and what is worn to a simple luncheon, of course. Must wear a hat there as well if one is to be "seen."
Oh, where-oh-where did the non-runway throngs of American Women and their once-interesting hats go? At the moment, the primary hats worn by American women are trendy fedoras, which I love. But, when the elite meet in almost every city of supposed trendy style, it is rare to see a hat worn inside a function. Too bad. Hats can be very Fashionista-Chic...again.
But, I digress, eh? It's time to return to the point: the English hat fetish! I also enjoy the subject because it allows me to add a new flurry of Hat Images to the above slideshow.
As I view the animals, flowers, satellite-like receptors, flora and odd forms of fauna strategically designed to tilt at often gravity-defying angles (perhaps with a little help from glue or pins), my face lights-up and I'm chortling away, LMFAO, GWD (I made that up for Grinning With Delight).
From the frumpy to the frilly, many of the hats are a visual treat and often silly.
It's a good thing to have a laugh, particularly when it's a shared experience.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Just Another Lazy Saturday
Wow! It's the afternoon and I have yet to find the mental clarity to write a word! It's been a busy morning here in Shauna Z-land. Doorbells ringing, was I listening? When I did, it was not glistening. The plumber was here, there was a sad tear, finding out the water heater's dead.
Well, almost.
I think I'll dash to the bath and have a shower now before the water begins to cool.
Ah, the lack of drama in my life is just becoming too boring. (If you're new to this blog, check the archives. Hah!)
Over and Out.....
Image via: http://www.eraleighplumbing.com/
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tidbits
Could I get in? Can I please? What did you just say? I'm hyper. Or something. Nice Try?
Oh shut up, Chuck! Shave That Stupid Smirk From Your Sorta Beard
Someone kissed the Blarney Stone and went mad. The Buck Of The Irish
A few Blind Items to numb your brain. Who Are They And Do You Care?
There was another debate? Back In The Ring!
Oh, and... To The Moon, Newt!
The lighter side of the Moon. Who Could Say It Better?
Other space-related issues are nigh. Too Close For Comfort?
That's it for today. Enjoy your day/afternoon/evening!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Who Deserves A Flog Today?
Rant over.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Where the 'Elite' Meet In the Muddle
elite, élite [ɪˈliːt eɪ-]
n
adj
1. (sometimes functioning as plural) the most powerful, rich, gifted, or educated members of a group, community, etc.
adj
of, relating to, or suitable for an elite; exclusive
[from French, from Old French eslit chosen, from eslire to choose, from Latin ēligere to elect]
Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003
ThesaurusLegend: Synonyms Related Words Antonyms
| Noun | 1. | elite - a group or class of persons enjoying superior intellectual or social or economic status upper class, upper crust - the class occupying the highest position in the social hierarchy elect, chosen - an exclusive group of people; "one of the elect who have power inside the government" cream, pick - the best people or things in a group; "the cream of England's young men were killed in the Great War" clerisy, intelligentsia - an educated and intellectual elite few - a small elite group; "it was designed for the discriminating few" aristocracy, nobility - a privileged class holding hereditary titles |
| Adj. | 1. | elite - selected as the best; "an elect circle of artists"; "elite colleges" selected - chosen in preference to another |
Based on WordNet 3.0, Farlex clipart collection. © 2003-2011 Princeton University, Farlex Inc.
What's with all of the above, you may ask? With regard to the overkill of definitions on "elite" I'm showing all of us precisely what the word means so that the next time we hear Newt Gingrich and other GOPer's pound on how there is an "Liberal elite" running the country, that most of the media are of the "elite," we can all sit back and laugh at the continuing hypocrisy of uber wealthy white men who live in expensive homes, make more money in one day than most Americans make in a year, run up credit lines at posh shops such as Tiffany and take cushy cruises, among other expensive outings and activities/behaviours.
If people like Newt want to bandy-around the word "elite" as an indication of intellectuals rather than his own lifestyle, then I will gladly defer to his gratuitous use of the word because from what most of us have been witnessing over the months, the GOP is sorely lacking in brain-power, thus, are not intellectually "elite" but behave more like effete supercilious assholes toward each other as well as those who are not "like them."
I mean, puleeze! How in the world can a wealthy person such as Gingrich suggest that children should take over janitor duties and not come across as an out-of-touch, out-of-sensitivity-chip elitist? Isn't the cliche'd view of "elite" to set apart those who work with their brains and not with their calloused hands? And when was the last time anyone saw Mitt or Newt, for example, digging around in their fertilizer-fed rose gardens? Or hammering a nail or two in wood rather than in the heads of their rivals?
But such logic doesn't cross the minds of those who are manipulating their "base" with the class warfare innuendos and outright lies when they know the word will resonate all the way to the voting booths despite their hapless followers' inability (or refusal) to see that by voting for a quasi-Washington "Influence Peddler" (aka "Lobbyist") they are allowing the most Insider of Insiders to run amok once again through the Halls of Power for their (not our) own advantage?
And that's just Newt. What about Mitt, who now appears to be way too elite for his effete political party? Or, too "moderate" which is another way of twisting the word to list around in the shifting winds of the GOP's weekly crowning of their Second Coming?
Oh you silly, silly hypocrites! Isn't George Will one of the "Media Elite"? He's been writing for years from the tony perch of numerous magazines and prestigious newspapers. Is it not "elite" to have a successful TV show where a mouthpiece such as Bill Oh-Really spouts his well-spoken points of Conservatism while making an enormous amount of money from Fox News? Why isn't Rupert Murdoch, Fox's Big Daddy, considered part of the "Media Elite"?
Because he isn't a Democrat, that's why. Nor is George, nor is Bill.
And the shrill shilling of the buzz word "elite" never, ever can pertain to a media mogul whose primary purpose in business is to keep the cash flowing via the false accusations toward members of a political party that would rather ensure the health and general welfare of those without power and wealth than shove them off to live under bridges and in tents on land now owned by the federal government with money many of the homeless once paid for from out of their ripped pockets when they had the opportunity to make a few dollars before some "elite" group of suits sat in a warm and cozy conference room one day and decided to foreclose on their homes.
Now, that kind of behaviour is what I deem to be "elite." How about going after them?
I almost rest my case.
Above section courtesy of http://www.thefreedictionary.com
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Mourning In America
Usually a calm and quiet companion, my little Familiar looks at me with suspicion, raises her head and sends-out a loud and long, irritated Mee-Ouch-At-You-Now! She paces by the glass door, watching the rain fall and wants so much to go out and play in it. Until I open the door for her and she is hit with the cold air, the splashes of rain on her fur, and backs away with a scathing upward glare in my direction. I shrug. "Not my doing," I tell her.
The Negative Ions in the atmosphere also provide mine furry friend with extra energy, so while I write I see a whiz of black blurs dashing hither and yon in the background, including a leap or two in the air as she tosses one of my errant hair bands around in play.
Ah, good, I think. She's having fun! And then she disappears for an hour. Where'd she go? Under the bed or hiding in one of her extremely difficult to find "safe places" in the house? My parent-owner-friend guilt begins to slip into my consciousness. Shouldn't I spend a little more time with her? Playing? Reassuring her that the rain will eventually end and she can once again stalk around on the balcony to terrorize the nearby birds in the way-too-near trees? No, I think. I've already spent more time than usual petting her tummy, tweaking her nose, and telling her that she's a "Good Girl."
It's okay, I tell myself. She's used to seeing me behind a computer screen at this time of day. And so I return to work. Suddenly I hear a loud galloping sound moving from one end of the house through the hallway. A black blur flies into the room, pounces on a small rug in front of the armoire, makes rumbling-around sounds, turning the rug upside down, and fleeing the scene - all within seconds!
My focus somewhat askew, I decide to take a break and turn on the TV to catch the latest news from voices rather than written words and enjoy another cup of strong black tea.
Relaxing on the loveseat where I have been writing, the TV is turned-on. I'd like to know what's new beyond Heidi and Seal, Mitt and Newt. Instead, I hear the now-maudlin-to-anyone-with-a-heart opening chords of Sarah McLachlan's "Angel" - the soundtrack to one of the most depressing commercials in the world!
Cute, sad, frightened dogs and cats who have been abused and abandoned stare out at one with earnest eyes and break-your-heart-in-seconds expressions. Some are in Animal Shelter prisons while Sarah's music pours tons of pathos into one's ears and the accompaning voiceover reminds us that if we don't immediately run out to our nearest animal shelter and take one of these sweet-looking animals home with us they will soon die! Or send money ASAP so they won't die! Whatever, don't let them die!
Gee, thanks, Sarah. I want to throw myself off the balcony now! (By the way, I'd throw your agent off the balcony, too, for allowing you to have your once-beautiful tune forever associated with, thus turned-into, the anthem for pre-euthenized helpless and abused dogs and cats!)
This well-intentioned yet cynical-and-manipulative-in-the-guilt-factor commercial has been running for several years in the U.S. I've learned not to look at the images. I immediately change the channel. I'm one of those people who can't go into an animal shelter because I'd adopt every one of the dogs and cats if I could.
And then I look around my room. I see my black and gorgeous furry friend reclining on the floor near my feet; stretched out near the floor vent where she likes to spend much of her time when it's chilly inside and out. She's calm again. And so am I. It's okay, I remind myself. She was a Rescue. She never had to spend time in a shelter, but a series of Foster Homes brought her to the brink of a cat breakdown until she ended-up at my home over five years ago.
I may not be able to save all the homeless animals in the world, but almost every pet I've had was a rescue in one way or another. It's better to be able to take care of at least one pet than none at all is how I view it.
Just ask my cat.
Image via: http://www.gamerreaction.tv
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Sealed With A Diss?
A day away from Saturday's "Breaking Story" and no new newz has erupted to shine that glaring spotlight on "WHY?" After reeling from the horrendously unexpected, utterly mind-numbing parting of Russell Brand and Katy Perry, how can anyone endure the current Show-Biz Fizzle of a yet another relationship and/or marriage falling from the starry skies? My primary excuse for not writing about the thunderous news yesterday is hidden within the second word of this sentence.
Obviously, my writing attention was focused elsewhere. Sorta. If one can consider listening to Chuck Todd (of MSNBC and NBC) ramble on most of yesterday afternoon, looking increasingly smug as I suspect he thinks (as does NBC) that he is the new Tim Russert (NO FRIGGIN' WAY); a worthy commentator for political machinations. (Perhaps a year ago. Now? Not on board with Todd...)
As expected, Newt whomped on Mitt.
What a shocker! Who could ever imagine a "Morals Guy" spouting BS rhetoric in the fringe Bible Belt (although closer to the belt than a Bible, as it were) would win?
Now, back to substance: Seal and Heidi Klum, married since 2005, are done. Kaput. Finished. Heidi is to file for divorce at some point next week, per the report.
As with TMZ's accurate and credibility-building jump on all other news sources with the first official confirmation of the death of Michael Jackson, former side-eyed readers and TMZ TV watchers will give Levin his due when it goes beyond the transparent Kar-Kash-Ins "leaks" – thus, every entertainment-based website or blog, along with general news sites, have reported the seemingly done deal.
Surprised indeed were many fans and supposed "friends" of the couple who have avoided less public drama in their personal lives than most in their lair of fame. That's why the attention of a mere mention of divorce between them has been so immediate.
Let's view a few links for the reports. Why not? Of any recent Hollywood divorce/separation, this one reigns supreme in the "Who Would Have Thunk It?" category:
Huff-Puff Is On The Spot
Gawker's Sentiments Are Def Shared
Yes! They Were A Hoot!
Telegraphing Rumours
Give It Some Heart
Next?
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Recipe for Distress
It appears that the anti-Romney forces now view Newt as their man! Particularly since he snarled at "Juan" the other night/day in that oh-so-perfect condescending tone with a verbal wink that "Juan" is not like "us."
That sort of racial innuendo has brought mucho dinero's to Gingrich's once-waning campaign. All of a sudden, we have yet another "will he or won't he" guess-fest on whether or not Mitt will receive the GOP nomination. Poor guy. First he thought he had won the Iowa Caucus, only to learn yesterday (officially) that Rick Santorum had beat him in the corn field where dreams are made of. Or dashed. Plucked right out of the husk.
I have an idea which could solve the GOP's choice dilemma: Place Mitt and Newt into a blender, mix with hubris, add waffles with butter and syrup, toss in some Bling, a dash of false promises, pious pandering, and – voila! – you have Mute!
Just the way most of us would like it.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Optical Illusion Art Beyond the Street
WTF is this? All I can tell you is that #1 and #2 are supposedly the same colour. Riiiight.....
Who's Lying Now?
The guns are out on the hypocrisy he so blithely ignored when he was doing his best to impeach President Clinton for his mindless dalliances with the now infamous intern with whom he "did not have sexual relations..." while Newt was doing his own "having sexual relations" on-the-side thingy.
What's the difference, you may ask? Newt wasn't president. He was simply the Speaker of the House! The gavel-banger of all things immoral and corrupt in the Democratic administration! The "idea" man; the face of all that was so very chaste in the Republican party at that time.
With an unflattering ABC interview making the rounds from the former Mrs. Gingrich stating that she doesn't believe Newt has the moral character to be president, wanted an "open marriage" (ahem), the Comments sections on several websites flashing the story, reek of the usual war between Democrats and Republicans:
(R) "Oh no you don't, you Liberal a-hole! What about JFK? John Edwards, huh?"
(D) "That's not what we're talking about here. It's Gingrich's hypocrisy."
(R) "You are saying that cheater Bill Clinton was moral enough to stay in the White House but not Newt because he cheated? That's lame, man."
(D) "At least Clinton kept the economy strong. Repubs are such jerks. More affairs on your side of the aisle than ours, genius!"
(R) "Go f-k yourself!"
(D) "Better than doing it with a Republican hypocrite!"
And so it goes, back and forth. There is no point to this comparison, really. Whether a married Republican cheats, or a Democrat breaks his vows, the bottom line seems clear: It's The Menz of Power syndrome. Period. That's all there is. In addition, these guys are, well, GUYS. Guys on a power trip. Add to it that they are politicians, and what you have are professional liars and back-door squires (in more ways than one).
The truth went out of politics a very long time ago, particularly with regard to personal issues. Politicians, as with any American citizen, have a "right to privacy." The only situation in which I believe it is important for a president to be honest with the world and their country regarding personal issues is when - a) they have a life-threatening illness that makes it impossible to do the job; b) they pound on their bully pulpit over moral issues and plan to take away the private rights of their citizens while behaving in the precise manner they tout as "inappropriate" for a "Leader"; c) hide financial gains made through dubious dealings.
Those kinds of things. So, be it a Republican or a Democrat, people are people = flaws. Those with sincere ethical and moral standards are also of different parties. So, JFK messed around with many women while he was president? Methinks he did the same before he was the Leader of the Free World. Newt messed-around on his wife for years but isn't considered presidential material for that reason? The tune from Democrats is that if he lied to his wife for 6 years, he would have no difficulty lying to the country were he to become president.
Excuse me while I choke. Chances are Newt's already lying about his true beliefs on race relations. Obama doesn't tell the full truth, either. Most presidents have to parse words when serious sheet is flying behind-the-scenes on both the national and international level. Military stuff. Bomb threats. Aliens. (Hah!)
Therefore, although I don't back infidelity, it's extremely naive to think that somewhere along the way to the White House, the Menz of Power have been tempted by "other women" and yet somehow managed to race away unscathed from the talons of so-called "easy sex" because they belonged to one particular political party and one perfect wife.
I think that Mr. Gingrich is an ass primarily because he is one in my "book." Were he a Democrat I would feel the same. The argument between Dem's and GOPer's is really a moot one. Yes, I understand that most of the negative reactions to GOPer's who have been caught in affairs stems primarily from the pious, "I'm a loving husband and go to church every Sunday" speeches and pristine images which does wave the Hypocrisy Flag quite high. I don't care for Bible-thumping by those who are going home (or to a hotel) to do exactly what they preach is so abhorrent to the "moral fiber of America."
But, although I certainly don't want Gingrich as the next President of the United States for reasons well beyond his personal failings, the argument I'd love to see on more Message Boards and Comments sections involves what a candidate wants to do for (or TO) our country. You know, the "What have you done (will do) for me lately?" measurement. Not how slippery all the zippers have been over the years.
Link to Marianne Gingrich's Part 1 Interview: Bitter Chills
Image via: http://www.signs-of-a-cheater.com
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
By the Way.....
Since this blog is but a mere drop in the Interwebs ocean, I chose to remain open today, if for nothing else than to keep the ball rolling while offering the few crumbs of education in two different forms: One is a clear, professional explanation of what SOPA means, and the second link is a lovely, raunchy way to really grasp what could be coming down the Wild West trail of the Internet if something and/or a bunch of someone's don't block/stand-up to the bill and do something. If you want to do something, here is where you can express your opinion: Petition
Clean Link: For Those Who Aren't Prudish
The Funny-Rowdy One: Cover Your Eyes
Image via: http://www.cmswire.com
Mysterious Doings
First off, before 2012 had barely staggered in with the global baggage of an economic and revolutionary explosion-implosion hangover from 2011's painful ways, a body was found on Queen Elizabeth's property at the Sandringham Estate outside London.
Oh wow! A true English Mystery was afoot! How wonderfully curiously dramatic! Weeks later, the body has now been identified, and it is indeed clear that something not very nice preceded the find.
Now, we have another: this time a very American-Slasher-Movie-Like murder mystery in the Hollywood Hills by the quintessential icon of the town of Tinsel, the Hollywood Sign! Beneath (and/or within some kind of reach) hapless hikers with a dog happened upon a real life version of a vintage Vincent Price film minus the moody charm of a sultry Raymond Chandler noir–laden staccato-paced narrative, when the severed head of someone was found on what one would have thought would have been just another hike in Paradise!
Calling all TV Crime show producers and writers: you, and perhaps only you, can profile this case when it's glaring at you from your lofty corner office with a wave of the scary murderer's hand and the sense of "Look at me and what I've done!" call for attention. I mean, Gee! If former FBI Profiler Dayle Hinman can subsist on a somewhat stilted yet factually accurate cable program for how many years now of reruns, surely there is a mind (or two or more) in this town full of the needed twists and turns required to unravel this new place-appropriate, true crime mystery. A few details: Watch Your Step
On that happy note, I bid you all the best of walks and hikes in your future, knowing that at all times the wonders of nature may also bring the dismay of another form of life's decay.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Anyone Home Today?
So, I won't.
Have an excellent day whatever you're doing (or not)!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Who Deserves A Flog Today?
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Life Can Be A Glitch
Now that we live in a seriously Techno-focused society, the word Glitch has become a frequent word to explain-away anything that has gone "wrong" during the execution of a non-human task (although its original meaning is broad). Anything that has created a "problem" (ie; an unexpected blockage/mistake/curse-worthy incident) based on the temporary disruption within/from/by a technical device, is a "glitch."
Most of us have used the term, which is handy to have in one's vernacular in the event of an embarrassing error we caused ourselves but prefer to ignore and are prone, instead, to point the blame-finger at an inanimate object which, in truth, at times does seem to have its own agenda and inexplicable way of doing things without our help.
More often than not, these little "glitches" occur because we don't quite know what we are doing with the digital camera or new cell phone or printer or game or the HD Flat Screen TV.....
But, alas, I say and have said for years, "glitches" can be fun! Unexpected mistakes are often the birth of a brilliance and innovation no one would have found had cheese not been left out in mild temperatures too long so that it grew mold which, given a creative mind and knowledge of Science, eventually was discovered to be nature's First Antibiotic known as "Penicillin."
So, in the spirit of how almost everything important in Life must have been brought to us through an "accident" of sorts, or, in new language, "a glitch," so it is that current/"new" art is benefiting from the deliberate play with a camera through the photographer's "glitches."
The plan for today's blog was to find something or somebody to Flog, of course. But, while on my way through the webs, my attention was diverted by a rather clever and oft-pretty (or otherwise unique) set of images hot-off-the-press of a Pro Photog's deliberate "glitches."
Had to ditch the flog and share: I Like It
Image via: http://yearoftheglitch.tumblr.com/
Saturday, January 14, 2012
And They All Shine On?
Thus far this week Hollywood has hosted The People's Choice Awards, The Critics Choice Awards, and the oh-so-way-insider AFI's thingy which happened last night. If you're not in the American Film Academy or know someone-who-knows-someone-who-knows-someone who is, then you've only seen the official photo op's and the usual paparazzi shots of those who participated = which means everyone you've already seen at the Critics Choice fête, will see tomorrow night at the always loose and sure-to-be-uncomfortable-for-some-in-the-audience annual Golden Globes, sponsored by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association (aka "I'll have two lobsters, 10 bottles of Dom and a paid vacation to-vote-for-your-project/person" kinda peoples - it has been said a thousand times), as well as at the upcoming Academy Awards, SAG Awards, DGA Awards, and a few who crossover into music for the Grammy Awards.
Huff-Puff. What a whirlwind season! I'm exhausted just viewing the award gala's itineraries!. The hours it takes for the women (and a few of the Metro-Menz) to get ready with the right outfit, the best expression, the finest manicures, the Red Carpet Runway practiced poses, is daunting.
No, I mean it. Imagine going through several months as if you had alternate weeks of prepping for (and going-to) a Prom, Homecoming, then another Prom and yet another Homecoming, etc.
For women it's madness! Gowns, jewelry, hair, makeup. Fashionista's all over the world will be picking your every choice apart, along with how your face looks (depending on your age), coupled with your own expectations riding high (or low, if not non-existent) for you or your project to win (or lose) one of the awards.
There are Pre-Award Parties, Post-Award "After-parties" mingled with special luncheons filled with your peers. God Gawd, that's a lot of Image Pressure! That's a lot of socializing! And, if you're only around as a presenter with no current films or TV shows or CD's to plug, you absolutely must, must, mustbe at your best should you run into Spielberg or another director or producer or hyphen with whom to make nice for another gig.
Most industries have their annual retreats where peeps of the same company or mind-set/interests go to pat each other on the back and hang-out in public and in private while scoffing-up expensive culinary delights, flirting, making deals, shaking hands...posing for pictures. The difference with the entertainment biz is that, as I'm mentioning, most of this happens more than once a year and within a condensed time-frame.
In the process, one can become so immersed with their image, their accolades, that it's not completely uncommon to forget key people to thank when accepting an award.
Tsk. Not a very bright ommission. Remember when Julia Roberts neglected to thank Erin Brockovich when Julia won the little nude golden man? Yeah, that old example. Well, somebody who should have known better did a similar douchey non-mention at yet another podium, this time just a week ago, and this year in Palm Springs.
Some people just won't learn. Or have they?
(Warning: No rumours, here. It's a fact. Don't know to whom I'm referring? It's okay, then. You wouldn't care anyhow.)
Whatever, tomorrow night at the Golden Globes could be interesting. With Ricky Gervais back again to slap more egos into hyperventilation, all eyes will be watching if a certain couple may need an intervention.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Freedom to Preach?
I'd like to expand on a story from one of the links from yesterday's post to provide the Flogging Whip with a sense of satisfaction today.
The story/article/information concerns the apparent plan for various TV markets to show graphic anti-abortion "bloody fetus" images via a paid ad during the Super Bowl's commercial time-outs. Tell me, is this what you want to see while rooting-on your team of choice? Do you want to have your pizza and hot wings while viewing a gory image no matter what the purpose?
I didn't think so.
What irks me the most about the aggressive anti-abortion message is not only how distasteful the idea is, but the In-Your-Face at any cost many radical factions of the political-cultural populace will go to pound their message into your living/screening room.
An image of a bloody fetus is not always from an abortion. The image from a miscarriage will cause a similar vision. How lovely for those who have had the misfortune of a miscarriage to suddenly find themselves hit with what, to them, has to have been a sad and upsetting episode in their lives on a day meant for fun and social gatherings. Where are the minds of those behind this not very brilliant idea? Mean-spirited and off-target, that's where.
There is a time and place for such images to be shown on TV. News programs. Special Reports. Ads on the pious 700 Club and other programs of similar focus. Places where the audience may expect to see such advertisements. Similar to images of war and the bloody aftermath of same, at least when I tune in to a "Special report" on the maiming of soldiers, I'm prepared to either tune-out or look away if I don't want grim images to stick to my brain.
Oh sure. Those who are behind the ads want to use the huge audience of the Super Bowl to make a large statement to those who don't, they think, share their views, or may be waffling on their position to be Pro Life or Pro Choice. In a way, it's an interesting, albeit controversial platform, which is precisely what "they" want. Controversy = lotsa chatter pro or con. Either way, the message is "out there" to the masses.
Nevertheless, I call a huge Foul.
Perhaps Madonna can divert attention from the egregious intentions of the Commercial Crashers by wearing one of her less-than-chaste on-stage outfits during her halftime performance. You know, do something equally radical minus the gore so that beyond the game we'll have another On Stage Gaffe to chortle and Twatter about for years to come. This is one time I'm hoping Madge will bring back the wild child she once was and stop trying to impress with her latest matronly dress.
Should you care to refresh yourself on the details of the ads, (or for the first time), go here to read it and steep. (Different link from yesterday.) Spare Us From The Nuts
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
All the Links Not Fit To Hint
Let's bring back the Janet Jackson "wardrobe malfunction" instead... Disgusting On Every Level
Sure, tell it to my hacking lungs! Say What?
Where's the backdrop black-out curtain and simple spotlight? Who Can Wake Up To This? Zzzzzz
Hedging their bets? What A Bunch Of Stealthy Losers
This is very, very strange. Too High?
Someone's feeling way too "cute" for naughty words. Go Back To Your Room
X doesn't mark their spot. Hold The Kool-Aid
Wonder what the Morman's think about this? A New Happy Place On Earth
See ya' tomorrow!
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