Haines His Way

Kitchen vibes for DRJANE.....

Still no snow DR GINNY.

the niece of Cedric Gibbons,

So it was probably she who picked up the empty Vodka bottles thrown over the fence.  

So it was probably she who picked up the empty Vodka bottles thrown over the fence.  

No doubt!  

She probably heard a few choice words as well!  

I was at home sick the day Kennedy was shot. I had gotten up to get something from the kitchen and heard a lot of commotion from the den where the TV was. My mom asked me to go in the room to see what all the noise was about. I paused at the den door just long enough to hear it was about the President, and I told her the President had been in some kind of accident. Didn't find out until later that day what had actually happened since I went right back to bed.

An enjoyable episode of BONES tonight with one of those working-against-a-clock scenarios that are always fun. And the show provided a nice twist, too.

No doubt!  

She probably heard a few choice words as well!  

"Where's my f***ing money, Harold?. . .Harold?. . ."  [sound of birds twittering and a fence shutting].

And over the next day or two, I'll have both SUPERNATURAL and MY NAME IS EARL/THE OFFICE to enjoy.

Does anyone remember what he or she was doing 42 years ago today (assuming you were alive and aware of your surroundings)?

http://www.fiftiesweb.com/kennedy/kennedy-assassination-22.htm

I just barely remember that day--I was five years old.  I remember my dad was home from work for some reason.  And I remember him sitting and listening intently to this red table radio we had.  I remember my mom coming down the stairs and my dad telling her that the president had been shot and then they both sat down and listened to the radio and that kind of freaked me out a little because they both never sat down and listened to the radio like that.  And then I remember my one sister coming home from school and wondering why my parents were just listening to the radio instead of watching the TV.  And then once she turned it on, I don't remember it being turned off for the entire following week.  I remember my oldest sister coming home from school crying because the nuns would not let anyone go home and made all the students get on their knees and pray in the classrooms.  I remember my mother crying and my dad holding her.  I remember my aunts and uncles coming over, the women gathering in the kitchen, the men smoking and drinking beer in front of the TV.  I remember a lot of crying in church that Sunday.  

For myself, I think it was the first time that I was aware that there was such a person as the president.  And I quickly learned that there were vice-presidents and widows and children of murdered presidents and even murdered murderers.  New words and new information blurted themselves into my little head and I would from that point understand that there were things--big things!-- going on outside of my little world of family and friends.  

I feel like I've diverted into narrating my own version of THE WONDER YEARS.  Ick...

Well, I did stop at Target tonight, but I wound up not making any of my expected DVD purchases.  I found out that there were double-disc versions of THE WAR OF THE WORLDS, THE POLAR EXPRESS and KING KONG (the last actually coming in a tin box.)  I suddenly felt overwhelmed and confused and suffered from consumer burnout.  I came straight home and opened up a bottle of George Duboeuf's New Wine for 2005 to calm my nerves.

DR JASON - no apology necessary!    

Speaking of operatic voices, have you yet heard the group called "Il Divo"?

"Il Divo" were "big" here last year - as they were in the UK.
(ie before their American publicity tour).

I'm back from the 9:30 showing of PRIDE & PREJUDICE, which was fine, except my feelings are colored by the worst ever nadir experience at a Loew's complex:  I bought the tickets on Sunday, and the tickets said the showing was in the "Olympia" on the top floor.  Charlotte and I were seated in an empty theatre by 9:15 enjoying our company and snacks.  When we got to the Olympia, the sign above the door did not say PRIDE & PREJUDICE at 9:30, it said something was showing at 12:05 am, so I asked an employee walking by if we were at the right place.  The person said we were at the right theatre so we went in.

At 9:30 the lights dimmed and for 5 minutes I watched "Loew's Cineman" flash on and off the screen.  I went out to the concession stand and inquired about the film.  The clerk said the movie would be starting shortly and my bitchy reply was that it was already late.  So, Charlotte and I watched the flashing Loew's Cinema logo for another couple of minutes and I went back out yelling for a manager.  The concession clerks were angry that I was disturbing their partying, and I finally accosted a young man and insisted on seeing a manager.  He founda lady who took my tickets, went to a computer, told me the theatre had changed, and the film had already started in a theatre in the fucking basement!  

We got to the theatre, which was packed, missed the opening minutes and sat in the damned second row at the side so everything was distorted by the perspective.  Everything about the film was colored by my entire experience under the helpful employees of Loew's.  On the bright side, after the film I asked at the box office for a manager, bitched him out and got four free passes.  I think it might be a good film.

42 years ago today I was bumbling around in my mom's tummy trying to figure out if it was time to pop out yet!