Happy Arbor Day!

Today is Arbor Day, which is actually a pretty old holiday dating from 1872, back in the bad old days before any kind of environmental awareness or good environmental stewardship existed, at least, not as we know them.

I’m not sure if people thought of natural resources as being finite or possible to damage at that time, although the Industrial Revolution was already in full swing.

On the very first Arbor Day, people planted a million trees.

I like trees, but I don’t have a yard and can’t really fit one in my living room, so I will not be joining the Arbor Day festivities to plant a tree today.

Visit the Arbor Day Foundation for more information on the holiday and trees in general.

Will you plant a tree today?

 

 

Make a Glee-ful Noise

The devil has blonde hair and coaches cheerleading.

I learned this by watching Glee, the incredibly popular Fox show that blends comedy, drama, dancing, singing and all the pain, suffering and cliches a high school can offer on television.

Although the show is not perfect and sometimes suffers from overproduced music and predictability, it is pretty darned good. Some of the characters began as cliches, including the all-American boy football player, the snotty, blonde head cheerleader and the insane over-achieving drama queen, but continue to develop in unexpected ways.

As usual, however, it seems the main characters are just the frosting. It’s the secondary characters and hilarious, over-the-top one-liners that make Glee fun to watch, particularly the evil blonde cheerleading coach Sue Sylvester (Jane Lynch).

The plot of the show is pretty simple: High school Spanish teacher Will Schuester (Matthew Morrison) takes over the school’s glee club (show choir for us Minnesotans) to try and make it good again. Coach Sylvester doesn’t like how much money this takes from her spoiled champion cheerleaders, so she decides to destroy Schuester and the glee club. Meanwhile, the kids in the club are all in love with each other or have the usual mundane popularity issues that make high school a sink of pain and misery.

Simple setup.

Lynch’s Sylvester is the gem of the show, being so evil that O Fortuna sometimes plays when she shows up onscreen. She pushes kids around (literally) and rules her cheerleaders with an iron fist of suffering and random terror, saying appalling things to pretty much everyone, and getting away with it.

Sue is a cartoon supervillain. Here are a few of her lines, and they’re not her best. They’re representative of pretty much everything she says.

Sue: Bringing down this club may be easier than I thought. I am engorged with venom and triumph.

Sue: Schuester! I’ll need to see that set list for Sectionals after all. I want it on my desk warm from the laminator at 5:00 P.M., and if it is one minute late, I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. And then, on some dark, cold night I will steal away into your home and punch you in the FACE.

Sue: Dear Journal, Feeling listless again today. It began at dawn, when I tried to make a smoothie out of beef bones, breaking my juicer. And then at Cheerios practice, disaster. It was unmistakable. It was like spotting the first spark on the Hindenburg. A quiver. That quiver will lose us Nationals. Without a championship, I’ll lose my endorsements, and without those endorsements, I won’t be able to buy my hovercraft.

Two other especially funny secondary characters are Santana and Brittany, a cheerleader so dim she thinks the square root of four is rainbows. And Santana is not much better. Both of them say appallingly hilarious things on a regular basis, things that make you wince and giggle at the same time.

Santana: Did you know dolphins are just gay sharks?

Brittany: Sometimes I forget my middle name.

And then there’s Schuester’s selfish, manipulative and utterly appalling wife, Terri.

Terri: But Will, I’m on my feet four hours a day, three times a week here. Now I have to go home and cook dinner for myself?

Terri: It’s always been my personal dream to cut down my own Christmas tree. How many Christmas trees will we have in the backyard? And do they come in different colours because… well obviously we’re starting a family and I have a real sense that it’s going to be a girl.

The show is absolutely packed with awful, funny one-liners, and it’s so over-the-top and cheesily delightful.

Dumped By My Digital Boyfriend

Seth dumped me yesterday.

I can’t say that it was a big surprise, either. He’d been warning me for three days that he was due to get his acceptance letter from graduate school and when he did, it was splitsville for us.

But don’t worry about me. I just went and picked out another sweetheart from my long waiting list of boyfriends, which I keep ranked in order of their popularity and charm ratings.

Doesn’t everybody?

In the world of Sorority Life, one of those silly little Facebook games that revolves around fashion, cars and other frivolities, if your sweetheart decides to go to grad school (which they do apparently at random), it means you are about to get kicked to the curb.

But because you have lots of “boyfriends” and can select any of them to be your special sweetheart, it’s no big deal. You just go back to your list of disposable boys and pick a new one.

For example, when Seth the Surfer dropped me to go to grad school, I then had my choice between Dante the Dancer, Neville the Nerd, Oliver the Out-of-Towner and Patrick the Pretty Guy. Each of the boys has statistics for charm and popularity, just like each outfit you wear or car you drive in the game.

In the world of Sorority Life, you can have a dozen boyfriends, but you can only have one “sweetheart.” Of course, he’ll drop you to go to grad school every once in a while, but hey, no relationship is perfect, right?

I find all this pretty strange, since I’ve only ever had one boyfriend at a time in real life and I would probably gag if I ever called him my “sweetheart.” Having more than one boyfriend would seem both greedy and difficult to schedule.

Of course, I’m not a leggy blue-haired chick with $6,000 shoes like my Sorority Life avatar is either.

I don’t have 593 outfits in my closet, but most of the fun of Sorority Life is dressing up your avatars like electronic Barbie dolls, so I don’t mind the lack of realism. They’re even better than Barbies, in a way, since you can cut their hair without getting into Big Trouble.

And I’ve never belonged to a real sorority, but I’m pretty sure they don’t trade boyfriends like large-scale sentient Pokemon cards in real life either. I’m guessing they don’t each have $122 billion in the bank or 58 cars, although having 1,017 accessories might be possible if you count each barrette, shoe, bobby pin and earring separately.

So if your boyfriend wants to go to grad school, don’t worry. Life doesn’t mimic video games, or we’d all be throwing fireballs and driving Aston Martins to work, with a sniper rifle in one hand and a silver boomerang in the other.

My Life in Murder Nightmares

Last night I dreamed someone close to my family had been murdered as the result of being a witness to a drug deal gone bad.

Only I didn’t know that in the dream until near the end. We just knew she’d been killed and it was, of course, horribly upsetting.

In my dream I was investigating it as some sort of hobby, like a private investigator from a book. My "investigation" led all over the place, including a futuristic apartment set high in the sky with horrible clear lucite floors and walls that you could see right through, and an artificial lake full of comatose people, who may have been doing the equivalent of serving time in jail or something. Unlike the floor in the apartment, the reason they were comatose under water was not clear.

It was not a good dream, even though I did find the killers, because the murder victim was still gone. A hollow triumph.

My dream got me thinking a bit about how real investigations, as opposed to fictional ones, end. At the end of TV shows and books, there’s a bit of triumph as the bad guy gets dragged off in cuffs or tries to escape and gets shot or jumps off a building. In real life, though, I’m guessing it’s more like the dream. Even if you feel good about the person getting caught, the victim is still gone forever.

Fame, Notoreity and Chicken Fries

I went to Burger King today for lunch and the guy at the counter recognized me and said hello. I almost, almost looked behind me to see who he was talking to, but then I remembered that there wasn’t anyone behind me. It was pretty much me, and then empty space.

He then complimented me on my blogs. (You’re welcome!)

I don’t know why, but it always surprises me when people actually read anything I write or know who I am.

I see the statistical workup on this blog almost every day, so I know about 1,000 people check in most days, but for some reason I’ve always assumed it was just my mother clicking on it 980 times a day, or a cat taking a snooze on somebody’s Enter key, or some guy in Khurbeckidoodlvarcistan mistakenly refreshing over and over again to see pictures of his family goat.

I’ve been working on a Special Project for the past day or two, and I’m still trying to sort out the best way to present what I have. When I know more, I’ll let you know.*

 

 

*Note: It does not involve pictures of family goats. Sorry.

Shop Til You Drop

I’m not one of those girls who likes shopping. I don’t relish picking out clothes from a rack, I don’t enjoy bringing everything to the try-on rooms and I especially don’t enjoy actually trying everything on.

Part of it is that I’m not a size 4. Part of it, though, is that nothing ever seems to fit right, even when it is the right size, and if it does, it either doesn’t have pockets (pants) or is horribly short (dress) or the neckline goes down to the navel (shirts). Most of my shopping trips end in muttered rants against the fashion industry, which by the end of the trip I usually believe hates women.

Unfortunately, my family is having three weddings this summer, and I need to find a dress. At least one dress. Preferably two.

The good news is, my mother is going to join me in shopping. Misery loves company, after all.

I already promised I’d at least try to be good.

More Springtime Sunshine Songs

A few more sunshine songs for a warm spring day:

  • Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In, by the Fifth Dimension: Gotta love the hippies! "This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius, Age of Aquarius… Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in."
  • Keep on the Sunny Side: Written in 1899, recorded in 1928, this is a great tune for optimists. "There’s a dark and a troubled side of life. There’s a bright, there’s a sunny side too. Though we meet with the darkness and strife, the sunny side we also may view. Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side, keep on the sunny side of life."
  • On the Sunny Side of the Street: More of a jazzy sunshine song, from 1930, but lots of artists have covered it. "Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worry on the doorstep. Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street."
  • Soak Up the Sun, by Sheryl Crow: A great summer anthem. "It’s not having what you want, it’s wanting what youv’e got. I’m gonna soak up the sun, I’m gonna tell everyone to lighten up." (Suggested by Jake from Fargo, along with Walking on the Sun by Smash Mouth.)

I’m sure I’m still missing a few.
 

Movie Review: Kick-Ass

What would happen if a geeky, ordinary high school guy with no powers whatsoever decided to become a superhero?

That’s the question that the movie Kick-Ass attempts to answer, and although I enjoyed the movie and its fun premise, I’m not sure it was entirely successful in utilizing its premise.

It almost seemed to want to be two movies, one about the geeky guy’s quest for superherodom, and one about the quest for revenge of two of the supporting characters, Hit Girl (pictured at left), a profane, adorable, killing machine of a little girl, and her father, Big Daddy, a gentle, loving and vaguely insane mentor figure (played perfectly by Nicolas Cage).

Unfortunately, one of these films is far more interesting than the other, and surprise, it’s not the one you would think. The Kill Bill-esque revenge fantasy featuring Hit Girl (Chloe Moretz) and Big Daddy was much more interesting than the alleged main plotline about Dave Lizewski journey toward becoming Kick-Ass (Aaron Johnson), even though Johnson did a creditable job with the part. And it’s not as if the Kick-Ass premise is faulty, or that the writing was bad, either.

It’s just that watching Moretz and Cage interact in their twisted, but loving father-daughter relationship is fun. And everytime the movie leaves Moretz and cuts back to Kick-Ass, it leaves you feeling ever so slightly bereft. Moretz, in her ultraviolent, ultra-foul-mouthed role as a child trained to do murder efficiently and without a second thought, lights up the screen.

She probably shouldn’t. It should probably be repellent when a kid runs through thugs with a sword like a cuisinart. Heaven knows it would be horrific in real life. But Moretz steals every scene she’s in, except when she’s working with her screen father, Cage. Their chemistry is great, and their scenes are tiny gems strewn throughout the otherwise rather ordinary film.

Don’t get me wrong. The parts with Kick-Ass aren’t bad. They’re pretty okay, actually, poking fun at the Spider-Man and other superhero movies of the last few years while following many of their conventions, often mockingly. But they’re only okay.

And one more thing: this movie is really very violent. I don’t mind stabbings, shootings, that sort of thing. I really don’t. But I really don’t like to see people blowing up onscreen at close range. That’s just gross, and also, unnecessary. So if you go, be warned: this is a violent movie.

There’s also plenty of cursing (possibly a bit more than average for an R-rated movie? or did it just seem that way because it was done by a child?) and some sex.

Rain, Clouds, Wind and Storms

I already wrote about some music for good spring weather. Here are some tunes for bad spring weather:

  • Rhythm of the Rain, by the Cascades. "Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain, telling me just what a fool I’ve been."
  • Singin’ in the Rain, by Gene Kelly. "What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again!"
  • Pennies from Heaven, by Bing Crosby. (And Billie Holiday if you prefer.) "But no one appreciated a sky that was always blue, and no one congratulated a moon that was always new. So it was planned that they would vanish now and then, and you must pay before you get them back again. That’s what storms were made for, and you shouldn’t be afraid for… every time it rains, pennies from heaven."
  • Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head, by BJ Thomas… I think. It was written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David. "Raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling. But there’s one thing, I know, the blues they sent to meet me won’t defeat me. It won’t be long ’till happiness steps up to great me."
  • Rainy Days and Mondays, by the Carpenters. "Rainy days and Mondays always get me down."
  • It’s Coming Down, by Cake. "It’s coming down, it’s coming down. It’s raining outside, You’ve nowhere to hide. She’s asking you why you think it’s funny."

And if you’re tired of rain, let’s talk about clouds, thunder and wind:

  • Get Off My Cloud, by the Rolling Stones. "Hey! You! Get off of my cloud! Don’t hang around ’cause two’s a crowd on my cloud, baby."
  • Dreams, by Fleetwood Mac. "Thunder only happens when it’s raining. Players only love you when they’re playing." Actually, thunder can happen when it isn’t raining at all.
  • The Chain, by Fleetwood Mac. I know, I just like them. "Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise."
  • Windy, by The Association. "And Windy has stormy eyes that flash at the sound of lies. And Windy has wings to fly above the clouds."

Then again, maybe it really is better to read about sunshine.

 

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