Borrowed Time, a short film that Pixar animators Lou Hamou-Lhadj and Andrew Coats made as a side project. The piece, which has toured film festivals and is now available on Vimeo for a limited time, is expressly about loss and mourning.
Yay! It’s the Oneth of September and I’m happier than the average bear. September is the month that brings us the beautiful Autumnal Equinox which falls officially on September 22nd, my birthday. Is it any wonder that I love Autumn? I was born for it.
Autumn signifies order and routine as the kidlens head off to school. Autumn leaves blow in the cool breeze, bringing sighs of relief from the summer’s icky heat. Rain tap-tap-tapping on the window panes always encourages me to slow down and take the time to cuddle up with a favorite book. Autumn brings thunderstorms that wash away the Old. And best of all, Halloween is almost here.
What are your favorite things about Autumn?
Today kicks off the Taboo Word Challenge created by Eric, author of the All In A Dad’s Work blog. Click the link for details and to participate!
Toke up and rejoice weed smokers, it’s 420 Day again, In honor of the only worldwide holiday celebrating marijuana, who better to celebrate it with than those 1970s’s comic book band of original Doobie brothers “The Fabulous Freak Brothers.” This threesome of cold stone dopers who appeared in their own counter-culture comic books in the […]
So, my spice took me to New York last week to see Jessica Lange performing with an ensemble cast to die for [or drool over, depending on your bent] in Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey Into Night. A magnificent four-hour free-fall into the unpalatable bowels of addiction, depression and blame. It was wonderful!You can check out the theater and the rest of the available performances here.
Starring Gabriel Byrne, *the* Jessica Lange, Michael Shannon, and John Gallagher, Jr. Roundabout Theatre Company | New York, New York
Here are some things this native Texian learned while on her first official trip to New York.
In NY, pigeons are basically the equivalent of TX squirrels. A newcomer may find them cute and fascinating, but to natives, they’re just rats with wings. And, they’re huge. I swear you could leash some of those fellas.
New Yorkers get a really bad rap. “Northern Hospitality” is actually a thing. Most of the people I encountered were super friendly. Sure, they did talk funny, but they were sayin’ nice stuff. I think.
Be prepared to take a cab. Everywhere. Every. Where. Otherwise, the hustle ‘n bustle of bodies will make you feel like you’re the last sperm tryin’ to reach the elusive egg.
Times Square | Photo credit: Marley White
New York may be “the city that never sleeps” but be prepared to see people sleepin’ in the strangest of places.
New Yorkers don’t cotton to cold weather in Spring. I’ve never heard so many complaints about a delightful Springtime chill in the air. Sure, it was 90 degrees when I left Texas, so I appreciated the 50 degree sunshine, but still. What’s wrong with y’all? Real Spring is a luxury. Just sayin’.
The Bottom Line: I didn’t love New York, per se. But! I really liked the people in New York.
I don’t know why; maybe it’s because I’m from the South where dur’near everybody calls each other Darlin‘, Honey, Buddyor some other such term of endearment, but I’m constantly taken aback by people* who get their knickers in a twist when I call them Sweetpeaor Punkinshellor what-have-you. What’s wrong with showin’ a lil’ love?
I’ve noticed that these are usually the same people* who get all rankled when I use the term “ma’am.”
Me: “Yes, ma’am.”
Random Woman: “Did you just call me ‘ma’am’???”
“Don’t call me ‘ma’am.’ My gawd, I’m not that old. How old do you think I am? Really!”
“It’s just a sign of respect.”
“So, where are you from?”
I really don’t understand the problem with using terms of endearment. I don’t even think I do it on purpose. I just can’t help it. Offense is certainly never my initial intention. I think I’m just being Southern. And, polite. I write the way I talk, so I’ll even do it when I’m writing to people. It just feels wrong, otherwise. In fact, it seems almost mean to me to just abruptly end a sentence. Is this a Southern thing? A Texan thing? A Mom thing? ‘Cause I’m all three, and it’s really hard to teach an old dog new tricks.
Where do you stand on the use of these terms? I’m eager to know … Puddin’cup.
*By people I mean women cuz the guys don’t seem to give a hoot what you call ’em as long as you don’t call ’em late for supper.
Today marks the 180th anniversary of Texas independence. On this date in 1836, 59 delegates crowded into the lil’ Brazos-river town of Washington and unanimously passed a declaration (penned by George Campbell Childress) that proclaimed Texas a republic independent from Mexico.
Check out the The Unanimous Declaration of Independence made by the Delegates of the People of Texas in General Convention at the Town of Washington on the 2nd day of March 1836, aka the Texas Declaration of Independence, right here.