The Furious Spinner

Here's a piece about the Stupidity Awards. Ain't it grand our president is an award winner at something.

You've probably heard that Linda Ronstadt got booed and thrown out of the Aladdin in Las Vegas. This demonstrates the vital vivid very important difference between conservatives and liberals. I cannot imagine a group of liberals booing and then tearing up a casino after Wayne Newton (or anyone) dedicated a song to George Bush. (Ronstadt dedicated a song to Michael Moore.) Liberals understand the doctrine and values of this country. They understand that free speech means free speech—it doesn't mean only those who agree with me or thee are allowed to speak!

It was 102 degrees today. Not sure what it is now. Mario is upstairs sleeping. An almost cool breeze comes in through the open window. The sounds of bluegrass drift in with the breeze, the notes like lost butterflies who've accidentally come into the house when what they really wanted was another blossom to flirt with. The music drifts away again. (The annual Bluegrass Festival has taken up residence at our fairgrounds, which are a few blocks away and down the hill.)

Now it is so quiet I can only hear the ringing in my ears.

Tonight Mario and I played backstreet bridge while watching the movie The Butterfly Effect. The movie was quite imaginative, and we enjoyed it. The other night when I couldn't sleep because of the itching and oozing, I watched Cold Mountain. It was one of the most depressing movies I have ever seen. All I can say is, "Bleck, bleck, bleck." Yes, I will acknowledge that nearly every review of The Butterfly Effect says it sucks. I'm not saying it was the greatest thing ever made. I'm just saying we enjoyed it. Nearly every review of Cold Mountain says it's great. I beg to differ. The man in Cold Mountain spends nearly two and a half hours going through horror after horror while trying to get back to his gal while the woman endures horror after horror while waiting for the guy. They get together twenty minutes before the movie is over. I thought, "Uh-oh." I knew the final twenty minutes would have to be filled with something and it wasn't going to be pretty. And it wasn't. The guy gets shot dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Besides that, it was a film about the U.S. Civil War, and it was filmed in Rumania! And the two leads were British. I've got nothing against the Brits; don't get me wrong. It drives me nuts when Americans play Brits, too. Don't know why. I guess the fake accents always seem fake. And Nicole Kidman sounded so much like Vivian Leigh playing Scarlet O'Hara. I thought Butterfly Effect was more entertaining, although the ending is sad. I was in tears. I was NOT in tears from Cold Mountain. I was just grateful it was over. I can like a depressing movie as much as the next person. I loved The Hours, for instance. But Cold Mountain left me...cold.

OK. Nuff belly-aching. I guess I should try to sleep once again. Either that or eat something. 0 comments

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