So. I decided at the start of the long weekend to begin watching Deadwood all over, beginning with Season One. It’s been over a year since I watched – and I never even watched the last few episodes of Season Three because I was so depressed when I heard (years after everyone else) that this was all the Deadwood there would ever be. I love Deadwood. Anyhoo. The kids have been teasing me, and I haven’t cared at all.
Last night I popped in a disc, planning on closing out Season One. Then I glanced at the last spot. The last empty spot. Empty. I’d lent this to my contractor, and he’d brought it back without the last disc. There is only one way to cope with this. I grabbed my phone at 10 last night, and texted him and yelled at him. He texted back that he would check and get it to me. I replied “and bring back Season Two, too. I’ll have it all watched in a few days and you can have it back.” Then I realized how loserish this made me look. And I did not care even a little bit.
We’ve been cleaning around here, which is not a moment too soon. The problem is, there are a lot of big dumb things that have to get chucked, and the garage is too full of the previous big dumb things. Just now, I had them swap over my press vehicle for the week. I never ask what’s coming – I just drive anything. Well, let me tell you. I have the most darling little
Ford Transit Connect
out front. I will look just like Postman Pat. I know; you have no idea who Postman Pat is, but ask anyone with some British blood in them. Forget it – I have to show you who Postman Pat is. I used to tape them off a network when Christopher was tiny (can’t believe he was ever tiny) and we’d sing along to the theme song. Every family needs traditions.
We shall be trekking all our discards to the discarding place this week!
I was going to write more, but damn, the world is a depressing place this Tuesday morning. Most mornings, actually. I’ve gone from fretting and bopping around from topic to topic to just gazing grimly at every article I read, and realize we’re crappy to each other, we’re crappy to the planet, and we just seem to keep getting worse. And I read stuff from all over the world – I’m actively looking for a change in the tide. Maybe later.
So…completely off this topic, you raved about Lonesome Dove and I got it out of the library for my summer vacation read. I don’t make time to read very often so if I’m going to do it, I want to be sure its good. I was loving the book and when we were at the video store recently, saw the DVD on the shelf. The fact that Tommy Lee Jones is in it, just made me want to rent it even more. Then I finished the book. I hated the ending. I was totally into it and then it lost me. I am still thinking I will get the DVD and watch it. Did you see it? What did you think of it, compared to the book?
The DVD, which was a miniseries made for TV, is still considered by many (not just me – you can check on IMDB) to be one of the best western movies, ever. It is faithful to the book.
Jones and Robert Duvall are outstanding. I saw an interview with Duvall a few months ago, and he still considers Gus McCrae one of the best roles he’s ever had. Ricky Shroeder is great, Diane Lane is great, DB Sweeney is great (why hasn’t be become what he should have?), and Chris Cooper is, as always, terrific. Angelica Huston is horribly miscast, but it’s a really strong film.
The massive cattle scenes are amazing. I’ll shut up now. As I said, it’s faithful to the book, so you probably won’t watch it now. But you should.
I will watch it. I read the IMDB a while ago and couldn’t figure how they ever put Angelica Houston in that role. I loved Gus. I will just be prepared for the parts that are going to leave me weepy….I think I will have to watch it by myself.
I just got in from Costco. This is what the check out dude looked like. Talk about an angry place. Too many people trying to spend their $400 minimum in too short a time span. Then I walked out to the parking lot and there were 10 other people who made this guy look like Sister Mary Freckle Face.
And although it is a little off the whole depressing topic of angry people, last night I was flying over the North Atlantic and saw the most unbelievable display of Northern Lights. I very nearly convinced an overbearing “gentleman” in business class that we had to be very careful to avoid the areas where there were no lights, as we could be sucked into outer space if we got too close. It quietened him down for a while.
I love my job.
My husband gives me big glasses of wine “to quiet me down”. I always wondered why he would overfill my glass.
I told him to hold a large pillow over your face to quieten you down. I see he went with the wine…
Lorraine, splurge on yourself and get seasons one and two of Downton Abbey. Maybe CBNTF will use his Costco membership to get you a cheaper price. The performance of Maggie Smith alone is so worth it and it makes the world go away for awhile, leaving you feeling like a spot of tea and scones works magic.
For two days I have been singing in my head “Oh, my old man’s a dustman, he wears a dustman’s hat”. That’s the only two lines I know. I am driving myself insane. How do you get rid of incessant songs in your head? Or do you just try to replace it with a new one? This is all your fault, Lorraine.
I still have the theme song from “The Courtship of Eddie’s Father” stuck in my head from one of her blog posts about a year ago.
Mind you, I also have “Frog Went A-Courtin’ ” (Muppet version) in there competing for time, from an entirely different blog.
Must be a common thread there somewhere…
Just google the first line and you’ll find a bunch of performances on YoiuTube, mostly by Lonnie Donegan
It usually is…
Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Postman Pat and his black and white cat. Early in the morning as the day is dawning (sang with a British accent).
It’s on YouTube and stuck in my head.
Where, oh where are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over and thought I found true love.
You met another and thhrrrp, you was gone!
There now get that one unstuck from your head!
Bwahahaha!
PJ, you are diabolical. And Zena, hum a few bars of the Eddie theme song. I can’t remember it. Although I remember having a big crush on Bill Bixby.
Try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCF7Dnov8vA
“People let me tell you ’bout my best friennnnnd…”
I remember!
And in a few days, you’ll be wishing you didn’t…
I love you, you love me,
we’re a happy family,
with a great big hug
and a kiss from me to you,
won’t you say you love me too.
Guaranteed to make you want to stick a white hot rail road spike in you left ear.
This song took my back about 20 years when my two daughters used to sing a bastardized version of this Barney song to each other:
I hate you, you hate me,
we’re a disfunctional family,
with a great big punch
and a kick from me to you,
won’t you say you hate me too.
They actually love to spend time in each other’s company now … there is always hope!
OK, this is going to date me:
Me and Jane in a plane
Flying up to the sky
No traffic cop, we’ll never stop
Me and Jane in a plane
That was on an old 78 that I played on my parents gramaphone in the ’30s. I’ve (obviously) remembered the words and the tune all this time.
These days I can barely distinguish if they’re singing in English
Padraig,
You’re right. That dates you. Really, really dates you. We used to have an old 78 player like the one above. It used small nails for the needle and when we ran out (or lost) them we’d run out to the hardware store and buy about 100 for five cents. I loved putting the little plastic piece in the middle of the record. Somehow that gave me a feeling of sophistication, as I plunked the nail on the record.
Hey Jude was my first 78. Winnie the Pooh was my first 45. No downloading on those puppies.