Saturday, March 28, 2015

I Love This Honeybear

He goes by many names. Joshua Tillman aka J Tillman aka Father John Misty. His lyrics are twisted, his melodies floaty and ethereal, and his voice makes me crazy with fannish, mesmerized adoration. There are several tour stops within a reasonable driving distance. Somebody stop me.

Listen!

The road trip to KC was made much less tedious due to a particular pod cast. We listened to several installments of Sawbones. If your tastes tend toward the bizarre and you have a strong stomach you must listen! Every week Dr. Sydnee McElroy and her husband Justin take you on a magical, mysterious, and, yes, often gross tour of a particular facet of medical history. You will learn more about bogus medicine than you ever thought possible. And then when you share this information you will find yourself able to stop dinner party conversation dead in its tracks. This is a super hero power. Use it wisely. Oh, the theme song kicks ass and you will hear it reverberating in your head for days. A very good thing. What are you waiting for? Click on the link!

Dueling Andis

The AndiGirlz were up and dressed on Pi(e) Day morning while I was still in my flannel pajamas. They were armed with a shopping list and directions to a nearby grocery store. Since I drove my Outback was parked in the driveway. I had forgotten how cute it is when kids ask to borrow the car. I handed over the key and told them not to break it. When they returned with makings for pie and lasagna they were laughing (Andrea) and looking a tiny bit sheepish (AndiBean) about AndiBean's inadvertent shift into my car's off road semi manual mode. I told her not to break it but she just had to try. My car is fine. This little adventure was made even funnier when I went upstairs to shower and dress and checked my phone. There were text messages there from each of them.

From Andrea: Andi's going to wreck your transmission.

I do love a tattle tail.

From AndiBean: Your car is fine. I just somehow engaged fake-manual mode instead of automatic drive. Hahaha. Figured it out!

I also love owning a dorky mishap.

They never fail to entertain me.

Friday, March 27, 2015

You Can't Make Me Like Him!

It wasn't presented as a challenge. But when I declared that Will Farrell was not my cup of tea, JT Phlaan took it as one. Okay, maybe I used stronger words. Like revulsion. Over-actor. Possibly short on talent and fearless about it. JT claimed to not only know of, but possess a copy of something called Stranger Than Fiction. He then reeled me in by mentioning that Emma Thompson and Maggie Gyllenhaal are in it, too. Stop it! I love Emma Thompson and Maggie Gyllenhaal!  And shut up about Dustin Hoffman and Queen Latifah who also appear as pivotal characters! Because I like them, too! I came to the conclusion that all those positive casting choices just might make up for Mr. Farrell's presence. So now I must grudgingly allow Will Farrell to share this planet with me. I loved this movie! I cared about what happened to him! He even made me cry. Okay, fine, he can act. But this may very well be that proverbial exception that proves the rule. You can't make me like Will Farrell, but I have a sizable soft spot for Harold Crick. This film challenge round goes to JT.

Dear Li'l Sis

Less than a week ago you texted me to say that my fave guy, Kyle Chandler*, was appearing in a new Netflix series called Bloodline. I am now confessing that I binge-watched all thirteen episodes and can't possibly survive if I don't get more soon!! All I have to say is, what a tangled web we weave! Watch this series and don't avert your gaze for a single second or you will miss an important plot point! Don't eat anything crunchy or you will find yourself backing up to hear missed dialog! Did I already command y'all to watch? Okay. Thanks, Lil' Sis. I did enjoy.

*My most sincere apologies to John Cusack and Nathan Fillion. I still adore you.

  

So Long, Spitfire


I develop a weird attachment to cars. Even to ones I dislike. Not that I disliked this one. Meet the Pontiac Sunfire, that I have nearly always referred to as the Spitfire. I don't normally christen vehicles with a nickname but I mistakenly uttered Spitfire early on and forever after struggled to call it by its real name. It was Michael's car. When he and Liz moved to Seattle, the Spitfire came to live with us and Reid has used it for his work, errand, and other evil purposes. It had been cranky about starting this winter so nearly three weeks ago Reid drove it to the shop. A couple of days later we got the diagnosis. It was code for waaaay too much money to put into a car of this age and general condition. I only drove it one time, the approximately half a mile from the parking lot at M&L's to my driveway. But I did ride shotgun a number of times with one of my sons at the wheel and I will remember those times fondly. Today I picked up the license plates and handed over the spare key and said goodbye. No, I didn't cry. Isn't it cute?

Back in the Saddle

I am not one of those busy, overscheduled people you might hear about. Really. It's just that for the last week I've had a lot of crap to do. I have also found it impossible to download the photos I took in Kansas City! And also impossible to borrow photos that others took during the Pi(e) Day Surprise. So now I'm attempting to regroup and get some posting done. Thank you for your patience. But seriously, it's Friday night! You ought to be out on a hot date rather than looking at this sort of stuff on the internets! I do understand, though. I know! Let's have a beer! Grab a beverage of your choice and stay tuned.