True Story. Mom can't get kid to take a shower. Mom calls local sheriff Dept. Local Barney Fife comes out and takes a Taser to the little miscreant....with mom's permission of course.
Screw Tasers y'all, it is time for this state to make it legal for teachers and parents to carry a nice long cattle prod with them, that way the little smart asses can't get too far away before you can reach out and give the little shit what for. Man, raising a kid will be so much easier now that we can tell our misbehaving kids "straighten up or I'll get Dep. Fife to Tase you Jimmy Bob....now pick up that plate".
Can one still Taser their younins' after 18 if they are in college or is 18 the cut off date and then it is considered assault? Just checking since mine is getting pretty close to 18.
I'm sure everyone has a favorite movie. Mine is The Dead which was John Huston's last film. It is just a lovely, beautiful movie based on James Joyce's novella of the same name. I read Dubliners years ago and The Dead has always stayed with me. Joyce is normally hard to read, but that collection is very accessible and well, here, just read this lovely last paragraph:
"A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."
How can you not fall in love with that?
So we went to see the movie when it came out and I try to catch it whenever on TV. Last night I downloaded it from Amazon and I am so happy I did. Just as lovely as I remember.
As a bonus here is Ewen McGregor (no Frank Patterson, God rest his soul, but still lovely) and Susan Lynch singing The Lass of Aughrim over the closing credits of Nora...another movie I quite like.
I just listed a great pair of vintage Rhythm Step shoes. While I was doing a bit of research on the shoes I found this and this and this ad in Life magazine. Enjoy.
The picture above was taken by a woman named Vivian Maier who's street photography was purchased by John Maloof at a Chicago auction. He is slowly posting her photographs at Vivian Maier-Her Discovered Work.
I love vintage photographs that are candids of real people just going about their daily business. There is something honest and striking about her photgraphs. Via No Pattern Required.
Jesus, I think I forgot to welcome Tina, What-I-Found Sewing Patterns, as my first real advertiser. Seriously, she's the bomb and I am not just saying that because she paid me. "I travel all over the country finding great sewing patterns, both old and new for all ages, sizes and eras. I think vintage sewing patterns are art, I think they are history, I think vintage and new sewing patterns are practical."
Great patterns, great prices and she is pretty darn nice too. Now go by and take a few patterns off her hands.
I love Firefly. I love Nathen Fillion which means I find Castle* a nice little show. I love mysteries, which means every time the show is on I tell my husband "I wish Castle was a real series of mystery novels."
But look. Not books about Castle and Beckett, she of the
oh
so
many
awesome
coats*, but Heat Wave the Nikki Heat novel Castle has written with Beckett as his muse. AARRRGGGGHHH Can NOT believe I missed this. And now I am broke and the new Dresden Files is coming out and I.Must.Own.Both.
Wonder just who is the author writing under the nom de plume of Richard Castle.
*If you watch the show, you will know what I mean. My theory on the coats is that she buy very basic clothes, shoes and has a no nonsense purse, but what she splurges on is awesome jackets and coats. **You also know this means that if I had a Kindle already I could have downloaded a copy and would be reading it right now.
My list for Christmas was going to be quite easy. A flat screen monitor and a Dell Mini. I had decided the Mini would be perfect for me to surf the internet on the sofa and download e-books to read. I've flirted with the idea of a Kindle, but I'm just.not.sure.
Think Pink in October. 10% of the proceeds from each pink (or with a touch of pink) will be donated to the Susan G. Koman Foundation for The Cure in honor of Mary Catherine Lamb.
Every night before I go to bed I take my Ambien and read for about 45 minutes. While the pills help me stay asleep it still takes a some time for me to get sleepy so I'd rather read until I pass out then stare at a dark room.
I don't do "chick lit" or political books, it is mostly mysteries and a bit of supernatural stuff.
I am working my way though the Kurt Wallender books by Henning Mankill a Swedish author. Wallender is tenacious, brooding and a bit of a mess. The novels are really quite good though at times the dialogue can seem stilted, but I wonder if that is more of a problem with translating them into English then Mankill's writing. Still they keep my attention and in my head Wallender looks like Kenneth Branagh, so that's a plus. One Step Behind and Firewall are in my pile now.
Let's see, I also got a copy of Hands of Flame which is book 3 of The Negotiator series from Paperspine today. I'm kinda "meh" about the heroine, Margrit Knight and her on again off again Gargoyle boyfriend, but the mythos of the "Old Races" along with a hot dragon dude and interesting vampire (even if the author fucks with vampire lore and that always annoys me) have kept me reading.
Swanky. Another picture from the estate sale last week. The notation reads;
THE LE MANS — Cadillac's most exclusive experimental creation highlights the General Motors Motorama of 1953.Named for famous Le Mans — scene of the world-famed road race — this plastic fiberglass car powered by a 250 h.p, engine.Racy sports styling is combined with rare elegance — featuring specially embossed seat leather and jeweler engraved hood emblem, wheel discs and instrument panel surfaces. This single seat car is 5 1/2 lower than the standard Cadillac convertible,The Le Mans, according to Don E. Ahrens, Vice President of General Motors and General Manager of Cadillac Car Division, is regarded as the most advanced interpretation of American luxury-sports car styling.
The models outfit looks very Clare Mcardle-ish. A lot of designers would lend their designs and names to advertisements for luxury cars.
Bonus! Look at That Cadillac from the Stray Cats, Live at the Savoy in 1983. God we were all so young....
"With the house of Lacroix filing for bankruptcy, and Yves Saint Laurent gone, some fear that haute couture is finished. But Paris's fashion phoenix has survived world war, cultural revolution and economic meltdown, reshaped to fit the times. (that is a really poorly worded sentence, no?) Tracing its lineage- Worth, Poiret, Chanel, Dior and onward- Amy Fine Collins describes the current incarnation: spectacular shows accessible to millions on the Internet and a new global client base in the Middle East, India and China."
Which is true. I just went to Style.com and saw a collection that I would have never seen before the advent of the Internet without traveling to Paris or London. The article is an interesting read on the history of haute couture with a nice collection of vintage fashion photographs.