Good morning all. I could get used to these three day weekends. Indeed, I most certainly could!
My only sorry is that if we are ever going to start chats we didn’t do one on a night when I could have stayed up TO chat.
DR Ann, I am so sorry about what happened but delighted that you and the sugar gliders are alright.
DR Michael, I hope that the doctor is able to help you. At least, I hope that you have better doctors than I do. I know for a fact that I going to the emergency room sometime very soon. I have a problem that I have been to several specialists about but they keep pointing fingers at the other specialist and telling me that nothing is wrong. Well, something IS wrong. Very wrong. Anyone who has seen me during one of the “attacks” can see that something is wrong.
The problem is the stupid appointments. I can’t get a doctor to allow me a “floating” appointment to come in when what is happening IS happening.
So I have come to the only decision I can. The next attack, I’m going straight to the ER. If I can’t drive, I will call an ambulance. I have to get some medical attention (accent on attention) when the problem is there. Not after when everything is fine and I appear to be the picture of health. Maybe then they will see that I am not faking this and get me some help.
End of rant. Sorry.
I saw POTO the movie yesterday and while it was not as bad as I thought it would be if I never see it again, I won’t complain. I will NOT buy either the CD or the DVD.
The guy who played the Phantom was worse then I could have imagined. Horrible. Just horrible. It was very apparent that English is not his first language—he was singing (if you could call what he was doing singing) phonetically and it sounded like they had to piece every word he sang together, one word at a time. It was so jerky at times I was amazed it got past anyone who knew anything about sound. I actually giggled a couple of times because it was so bad.
The stage version of the Phantom used more makeup to make the part of his face that was damaged! There was nothing really wrong with this Phantom! Considering he lived in a theater, he could have easily covered it with makeup not a mask. He could have went out and about with other people as well.
The picture was to dark and out of focus for many of scenes.
One of the managers had a horrible voice as well.
Raul is not my favorite character. I consider him a wuss—even in the stage version but Patrick Wilson did a pretty good job. At least I could handle his singing voice.
Christine was alright as well. Not as bad as I thought she would be. I spotted a few mistakes but she was passable.
I liked how they brought the Opera House/Chandelier back to life. Interesting how they switched some songs/scenes around. Also how they spoke some of the song lines instead of singing them.
I have issues with Madam Giry and the ending. They should not have still been alive. I won't say so I don't give anything away.
I know your thinking that it’s because I like Mr. C that I didn’t care for this version of POTO and that might be partly right but you have to understand where I’m coming from.
I had never heard of Michael Crawford or POTO for that matter when I asked for CD with
Memory on it for Christmas. It happened that I got the ALW CD,
The Premiere Collection The track I found myself returning to over and over again was
Music of the Night. Based on that one song alone, I bought the POTO soundtrack. You could say that Michael Crawford was the Phantom for me in the truest since. I had no idea as to his age or what he looked like in real life or even what he looked like on the stage as the Phantom. I only know he moved me to tears for Erik and won me to him by the power of his voice alone. Little wonder that I judge every other Phantom to him.
TOD. My first computer was TRS with 4 K of memory. I knew I wanted a computer from the first time I learned they were available. Of course, I was hoping for one like
Star Trek that I could talk to.
There were no hard drives. Every time you turned the computer off, you had to reload whatever program you wanted to use all over again. You used your trusty cassette player to do so. Made it real easy to make copies of the programs.
I remember I upgraded that computer to a screaming 16 K (!) of memory and it cost an arm and a leg to do so.
I also have a story as to how I really missed my chance to get in on the ground floor with Radio Shack but I’ll tell that in another post.
When the Commodore 64’s came out, I got one of those and through it, hooked onto the net for the first time. It was nothing like it is now.
I joined a service known as “Q-link”—you know it as AOL now--and it was only for C 64's. Not too many people know or remember that.
As far as marriage goes, at 46 years old if my Prince Charming is out there, he either took the wrong turn someplace or saw me in the distance and turned back.