Monday, January 2, 2012

I love to tweet, but...

I am simply too wordy for Twitter. I am a bit addicted to this wonderful site, but being bipolar and OCD, having to condense my thoughts into that few characters is really tough. Luckily, the amazing people that run Twitter make sharing links available so if you were to  accidentally make a "find" (stumbleupon. com.. a really great little place itself, you can get lost for HOURS, seriously, check it out next time you want to find something amazing) like The Bell Chants page I sent a link for on Twitter, you don't have to write an email to everyone you want to share it with, or try to describe the goosebumps you'll feel while watching, listening and reading this glorious video to people in either one short tweet, or several, very annoying ones. The Bell Chants can be found on Vimeo. com also. Good heavens, you'd think I was getting paid to mention sites here, wouldn't you? Well, unfortunately I'm not. I just have got to share things with people, that's all. If for no other reason to show up here, you get really cool places to visit when you leave, and that, for me, is payment enough( although the electric company sadly does NOT recognize the real satisfaction of making someone laugh, think or "surf" as legal tender).


I had a topic for you, but have you ever had an idea and thought "wow, I have GOT to write this down and get back to it when I have the time", and when you went back to that note, like the ones I talked about before, when you dream a "great" idea, and you read it and think, "um, okay, what does this mean?" I am starting to think that our brains have a secret life that we only get small glimpses of on occasion. I mean I have this note that says simple "Attack the Block" and "Eddie Haskell". Now I know that the former is a movie that I saw listed on my TV, but what was I going to SAY about it? OH yeah, now I remember, bless techies for search engines...have you started noticing, you people over, say 40, that a LOT of new actors have the last name as stars we've been watching for years? It was a Whittaker that made me wonder if there was any relation to Forrest... still haven't gotten to that, and you follow these rabbit trails to find out that the Flynns', Carradine's and Waynes' were NOT the only multi-generational actors ever. And I didn't have a typo there, I meant the Wayne family, as in John and Patrick, not the also GREATLY multiplied Wayans family (they are an all -day trip all on their own, and worth the ride). There are the Sutherlands, Fischers, Fords...it goes on to many, many more. And the really tricky ones are like today, I watched an episode of the really fabulous "Leverage"  on TNT, and there was a young woman on it that sounded exactly like Lara Flynn Boyle AND, not only that, but LOOKED like she could easily be the child of Ms. Boyle and her former beau, Jack Nicholson, seriously, but I didn't catch her name, and there is no mention of a sister/daughter/niece of her's anywhere. Could this really be a co-incidence? Stuff like this drives me crazy. So now I have figured out the Attack thing, but what in the world do I do with Eddie? Remember, Eddie Haskell, the really snarky (he could be the definition of the first snarkster) best friend of Wally on "Leave it to Beaver" fame? And for those of you either too young or old to remember this show from the '60's, NO, it is not anything to do with anatomy, to put it as nicely as I can. Can you imagine how much groaning has gone on amongst the folks still around that were associated with that nice little show? The tease factor alone is almost unimaginable. I wish I had a penny for every joke or skit done since it's debut, and especially since, say, the '90's. 
ANYway...

I have other similarly cryptic "topics" for this blog, and I promise that as soon as I can decipher them, I'll get right back to you. In the meantime, feel free to Twitter me or whatever your fascination happens to be today. Like Roseanne Roseannadanna (a character of the late, great Gilda Radner on Saturday Night Live) said every time, "It's always something".
Later, Dragonfly 

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