Nothing monumental has happened around here lately, but there are a few little things I thought I’d share and/or discuss with you.
#1 – Adam Lambert. I talked in another post about Adam Lambert’s new album cover and the eyebrows it raised. And I think I also made it clear that the second runner-up in “American Idol” was clearly my favorite. Well, this week I woke up to a newscaster talking about his “outrageously offensive” performance on the American Music Awards. It was implied that the whole thing was over-the-top sexual and nothing that should have been shown on broadcast TV. So, I immediately hunted down the You-Tube video of his performance to see for myself. Now first let me say that I’m certainly no prude and, as a matter of fact, I’ve always enjoyed Adam’s sexually charged performances. So I watched it. Oh. My. Goodness. As Adam, himself, admitted in a later interview, he did go a bit overboard. And there was one action, in particular, that shocked me. Later, on “The Early Show” Adam made a point that Eminem sang about raping women and some other artist had rifles in her act but that people chose his act to be shocked by. He said, “I guess violence is okay, but sex isn’t.” When his mother was asked about her reaction she said that initially she was “taken aback,” and then later thought, “well, whatever!” And, you know what? I kind of feel the same way. In my old age I guess I’m just not as judgmental as I once was. I still like him and I still like his music. This is rock and roll, Baby!
#2 – Danger Cat’s New Girlfriend. Awhile back in THIS post I wrote about Danger Cat, the wild feral cat living in the woods behind my house. With him being so dangerous and so angry most of the time, I never dreamed he would find true love until I recently saw him skulking around with this furry lady.
I call her Bootsie because, well, just look at her feet – a more perfect set of boots I’ve never seen on a cat. You can tell by her expression that she’ll be a perfect partner for Danger because she has her own haughty attitude. When I took this picture, I could just hear her thinking, “Who the hell are YOU?” Right after I snapped it, she headed into the woods to find her boyfriend. He must like his ladies big, because she doesn’t look like she has missed too many meals.
#3 – One Gorgeous Sky. One particularly chilly evening I was walking past my window when I happened to notice the sky as the sun was setting. I immediately ran into the house for my camera and got this shot.
Breathtaking, no? This picture is a great argument to take the time to step outside now and then and see, really SEE, the world around you. As I stood there in the chill twilight, I had this tremendous urge to start applauding and yelling, “Bravo, God!” Here’s another shot.
Every time I see something like this I think the same thing, “So many skies, so little time.”
First off, there’s the weather. Obviously, we’re not the only ones who suffer in the frigid temperatures! And, speaking of the weather, it is certifiably insane! And I do mean that in the schizophrenic way. One day it’s six degrees, and a few days later, it’s 60! Now I love the unseasonably warm days as much as the next person, but I always have this lurking dread of when the other shoe is going to fall. I mean, it is February. I’m pretty darn sure that winter’s not over yet. It’s like Nature is being a trickster. She lulls you into exchanging that sweatshirt for a t-shirt, only to slam you with an ice storm the next day! So I’m taking it all with a grain of salt. Almost every one I know has been sick with colds at least once this year, and there’s no doubt that the weather is playing a role in this. If I had my druthers, I’d just as soon have all the winter we’re going to get all at once, and then be done with it! None of this toying around. There should be a rule that once the temperature hits 60 degrees, we’re automatically into spring!
a show – a strong, intelligent female F.B.I. agent, a mad, but brilliant (and oddly lovable) scientist, a handsome, macho man who plays his son and their fascinatingly mysterious boss. It’s a show about a special unit inside the F.B.I. that investigates incidents involving “fringe science,” i.e. UFOs, telekinesis, bio-terrorism, ESP, you name it. The weirder, the better. I used to be a huge “X-Files” fan, and already I think this show is superior. They advertise in the beginning, “more show, fewer commercials,” and that’s just what you get. Until the very end, every commercial is only 60 or 90 seconds, hardly time to run to the bathroom! And yet, you don’t want to miss a minute. This week I realized that watching this show is like riding a roller coaster. It literally speeds through the hour. You laugh, you scream and, when it ends, you feel strangely exhilarated. If you like great acting and creative writing, I’d highly recommend it.
