2012/07/30

Strange Dreams

Da Goddess @ 06:05

i don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but I’ve been having strange dreams lately. The most recent? Sitting on a tour bus with Robert Pattinson and some woman (not KStew), talking wine, viewing mountain homes, and then making out.

1) I have seen all of 10 minutes of Water For Elephants and 30 minutes of Vanity Fair. I’m not a fan, obviously.

2) He’s a baby! A child! All of 26. And not at all my type

3) Christopher Walken was the tour director

4) Charles Nelson Reilly was the bus driver

What does any of it mean? Should I be concerned?

2012/07/28

How Do You Top a Monkey Act?

Da Goddess @ 22:23

If anyone can find me a video clip of Bruce Baum’s answer, I’ll give you a bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbilllllllllliiiiiiiiiioooooooooooonnnn imaginary dollars.

(How the fuck am I the only result on Google for “Bruce Baum ‘how do you top a monkey act?’” It’s not like I was asking for his Babyman sketch [which is available in his "Don Rickles Presents" act].)

2012/07/26

When Vaginas Talk and Can, Apparently, Act

Da Goddess @ 21:49

I LOVE the Fug Girls. They complete me.

2012/07/20

Stubborn Love

Da Goddess @ 02:07

Heard this at the end of this week’s episode of Covert Affairs and just absolutely loved it.

“Stubborn Love” by The Lumineers from Look Sessions on Vimeo.

2012/07/15

You Can’t UNSEE It, Can You?

Da Goddess @ 17:23

I dare you to watch this all the way through and then try to erase it from your memory.

2012/07/11

Smear Campaign

Da Goddess @ 02:27

Rory Gallagher sang it best:

THE DIRTY TRICKS DEPARTMENT IS WORKING OVERTIME
TRYING TO STOP THE CANDIDATE FROM GETTING IN THIS TIME
THE WHEELS ARE NOW IN MOTION, ALL THE TRAPS ARE SET
UNDER THIS COMMOTION, WILL HE WALK INTO THIS MESS?
THE STATE’S INTOXICATED – THEY’RE AT THE STARTING GATE
HE MAY NEVER MAKE IT TO THE PLANNED T.V. DEBATE
HE CAN’T FIGHT OFF THE BIG BUCKS OF THE OLD BRIGADE
HE’S GOTTA WATCH HIS STEP IN THIS
SMEAR CAMPAIGN
THEY CALLED A SNAP ELECTION IN THE SUMMER HEAT
THIS TOWN IS REELING BACKWARDS
LIKE A DRUNK MAN ON THE STREET
FEED THOSE LIES
BEND THOSE MINDS AT ANY PRICE
FOUL OR FAIR
AS LONG AS HE’S NOT THERE
ELECTION TIME
DON’T BELIEVE THE PAPERS, IT’S NOT ANYBODY’S RACE
HE’S NOT A RANK BEGINNER, IT’S NOT A CHILDREN’S GAME
HE MAY GET THE NOMINATION, IF HE BREAKS THROUGH THE CHAIN
OR THEY’LL SHOOT HIM DOWN ON MAIN STREET IN THIS
SMEAR CAMPAIGN
JUST WATCH THE PARTY FAITHFUL FUEL THE DREAM MACHINE
THEY’VE FUDGED UP ALL THE ISSUES
EAT THAT SCANDAL SHEET
THE DIRTY TRICKS DEPARTMENT IS NEARLY HALF INSANE
TRYING TO STOP THE CANDIDATE WITH A
SMEAR CAMPAIGN

I hate the months leading up to election, don’t you?

2012/07/09

Ghosts

Da Goddess @ 04:35

After Rob died, like RIGHT AFTER, I saw him. First it was at my pool therapy class. Guy who looked exactly like him and had a southern drawl was sitting by the pool, hollering to his son about trying a new swim stroke. It freaked me out and it comforted me somehow. Next it was at the mall. Then at a store. And on and on it went. On and on it still goes, just not as frequently. These days, it’s less me seeing him than feeling him around. And it’s not as frequent as it used to be.

With Mikey, he’s been gone since Monday and he finally showed up. I went out last night to a bar to visit friends. I was standing against a wall and at this point had seen everyone in the club walk by at least 17 times. Suddenly, from a dark corner, comes Mikey. Wearing a ballcap. He was smiling and enjoying the music, saw me, but then in a rush to get past me. He got near, pulled his cap lower, and squeezed on by. It was truly one of those moments that takes your breath away. I felt at once comforted and unsettled.

That’s how it always seems to go with my ghosts.

By the way, guys, thanks for coming to visit. It does make me feel better knowing you’re near.

2012/07/04

America, The Beautiful!

Da Goddess @ 04:13

Happy Fourth of July

We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
~ William Faulkner

May your 4th of July be safe and happy! And may you recall what this day is truly about.

Freedom is a hard-won reward. We can’t take it for granted or we may lose it. So, please, take a moment today and consider how special this great nation of ours is — we have fought for our right to disagree and speak our minds, as well as the right to take a day off and celebrate all manner of our liberties.

2012/07/03

Andy Griffith, Too?

Da Goddess @ 10:58

What a sad couple of days. First Mikey and now Andy Griffith.

I’ll keep it simple here. The Andy Griffith Show was one of the best shows ever and we owe that to the vision of a man who wanted to portray decency and kindness in a world that was rapidly changing. Much like my own father, Sheriff Taylor was a dad who sometimes struggled with being firm and gentle (as in “Opie the Birdman” and “Mr. McBeeVee”), but who always seemed to find a way to do so. Griffith shaped his character to be to sort of man who we respected and to whom we could look for answers when confusion overwhelmed us. Even as Matlock, Griffith maintained a quiet dignity, albeit with a bit more sass.

As an actor, he could make you laugh as easily as he could make you cry. As a singer, his voice could wrench your heart. As a guitar picker, he could make you dance.

An American original, Andy Griffith. For all he accomplished in his life, perhaps his greatest gift to us all was being Every Dad, the father we all wished for, the man we could count on to show us right from wrong — even if only from the glow of a television screen.

RIP

I also love this particular song.

Yin/Yang

Da Goddess @ 01:56

I woke up yesterday morning, certain I was done with my unpleasant reaction to my recent steroid epidural, only to discover my skin at the injection site had begun to blister. Okay, I could live with that. The nausea and diarrhea, I could live with that, too. Then I got a great big hug and smile from #1 Nanny’s Boy and I felt better.

A few hours later, I receive news that my friend has died. Definitely worse than blisters and dyspepsia. Knocked me down to size right quick, I tell ya. After calling Little Dude and losing it completely (I could scarcely get the words to form around all the tears I was shedding), I was again greeted by a big hug and a silly grin from Nanny’s boy.

Attempting to reach various friends who’d known Mikey over the years, I was coming up short. Phone numbers had changed, Facebook was slow, I was becoming frustrated, and then there was an envelope for me in the day’s mail. It was a delightful gift from Mimi at Bento Box Gifts. It brought a smile to my face and, once again, I felt the universe sort of even out around me.

In the past several days, as things have seem to go awry, I’ve been very aware of balance being restored, of my place in the universe being noted. I come back from these moments with a better understanding that it’s NOT all about me (even when it is, there are many others my life impacts) and whatever I’m experiencing will soon look trivial when compared to what others have endured or what others offer to you.

If I can give you, dear friends, nothing else in terms of a TRUTH, let this be it: there is always balance and there is always an acknowledgment of your joy/pain/existence. Always. Sometimes the reminder of this is very small and a little sneaky, often covered in slobber and smooshed goldfish crackers, or perhaps a sweet and gentle little bit of ephemera that weighs nothing but wraps around your heart with a comforting heft and warmth.

Be open to all forms of balance. They truly make life worth the effort.

2012/07/02

RIP Mad Mikey

Da Goddess @ 20:54

Michael May, our beloved Mad Mikey, passed away this morning, July 2, 2012.

I don’t have all the details. All I know is he awoke not feeling well, was rushed to the hospital, and then he was gone.

No words can do justice to the strength of his character, his love for his family, their love for him, and the amazing person he was. Mikey embodied the core values of the US Navy: Honor, Courage, Commitment. Throughout his illness, he faced every challenge with a determination that we rarely see anymore. He wanted to be there for his wife and his daughter. He wanted to provide for them. To ease their burdens. To be their rock. And he was. No matter what else was going on, no matter how terrible he felt, he was there for them.

To Mikey’s entire family, especially Mrs. Mikey and MiniMikey: You have my sincerest sympathies. I don’t know what else I could possibly say. I love you guys!

Mad Mikey RIP

I will always picture you in the sun, Mikey. Standing up for what you believed in, fighting the good fight. In my heart you will be the pillar of strength and a true portrait of all that’s good in this world. I’m so lucky to have known you. I’m so lucky you brought your family into my life. Your gifts are everlasting, my friend. Thank you.

May God’s love enfold your spirit and carry you to a place without illness or pain.

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