December 31, 2012

Purposeful Memorial for Monday 12/31/12

(Soon to be) Gone but not forgotten:  2012!

This is my favorite holiday.  It seems custom built for me -- I'm a highly skilled reflect-er who is very fond of countdowns and who, at heart, is a glass-half-full optimist who savors the opportunity to constantly look for reinvention and new ideas and new experiences.

As I've done for at least the last two years, here are my random favorites of the year that is fast fading (12 of them for 2012 -- in alphabetical order):

1.)  Apocalyptic Television -- My name is Troy and I'm a TV addict.  And based on the number of entertainment hours I consume and the fact that the end times is all zeitgeisty anyway, that means I had plenty of exposure the end of the world scenarios -- Falling Skies and Walking Dead and Revolution played out variations on the theme, but it was Doomsday Preppers that provided the perfect perspective, especially as it changed between seasons 1 and 2 to launch into full mock-out mode of the people it was profiling.  Feeling so prepared, I'm just a little bummed that the folks referenced in #9 (see below) were so wrong.

2.)  Ashley -- As in the lady who has furniture showplaces named after her.  The apartment's been in need of a "refreshing", and all things lined up from a promotional point of view to do just that this past summer.  A couch and a dining room and a bed later, and suddenly it's all looking like new, with a new home office space and a new guest bedroom set-up and a new challenge for the cats to get comfortable on what is, let's face it, their couch.

3.)  Election 2012 -- Sure it was frustrating at times (after all, I was a Republican before I became an independent), but at least the early months were enjoyable when it was pure entertainment as the extremists all took turns being ridiculous on the national stage.  With it out of the way, I can return to bemoaning the fact that leadership as compromise and moderation and reasonableness and consensus-building seems to be a concept only found in the abstract world of textbooks for ideologues, but it sure was a (mostly) fun ride for so much of the year.

4.)  Forty -- No more 3's in front of my age.  Nope, 2012 was my 40th year -- and I memorialized it in a series of special posts that are tagged as "you can't deny you've hit 40 when ..."  Observations included that I was the only one in my apartment building who grabbed a phone book when they were delivered, and that my ear (which is still somehow growing) hangs up on people on my cell phone, and how I can now somehow be sucked into watching the whole half hour of "Wheel of Fortune".

5.)  fun. -- All that old age stuff aside, I could still pretend to be young -- mainly be listening to the same music that the kids were listening to on their fancy i-devices.  I gravitated toward "We Are Young" when on my winter vacation, and "Some Nights" when I got to take another trip in September -- and I described my appreciation for their hits thusly:  "I like the whole mash-up of self-evaluating call to action angry-man lyrics with epic Queen-ian pop-song-in-multiple-movement flourishes all powered by that Tusk-esque drum line that has always worked to get me revved up."  Or, more simply, I found fun. to be a lot of fun.

6.)  Indianapolis -- It's the favored new place for a weekend getaway.  Friendly people, different things to see and do, a great bar crawl crowd, and it's just far enough away to make it feel like a mini-vacation each and every time.  Don't get me wrong -- I still love me my Chitown, but Indy's impressed me.  I have a feeling that visits there are not going to be limited to only having happened in the year that's ending.

7.)  Martina McBride -- There's a reason she's the most frequently "randomly" chosen artist in my Tunes for Tuesday shtick.  As I said this fall when I got to see her again in concert in Toledo, "of course there's her technical proficiency and those soaring high notes -- but it's the songs themselves that just really really 'get you'.  I couldn't even begin to list all the tunes that get me all verklempt when I hear them, and kudos to her for tackling so many different kinds of social issues as she entertains.  A class act all around ..."

8.)  Mauler -- She passed this July, stubbornly holding on for months beyond the time she was probably ready to go, just on the strength of her sheer will -- and she was the most willful creature I've known.  Every pet loss hurts, but Mauler had become so humanized in her actions and vocalizations and in how she chose to run this household.  Just because I haven't said it in a few months, "... she was found in the woods in Mt. Gretna as an abandoned kitty, and she slept inside my shirt for the first few days ...".  Rest in peace Mauler.

9.)  Mayans -- So the ending was a fizzle and not another big bang, but I so enjoyed the getting there.  Thanks to the Mayans and their predictions, I was able to spend just over 100 days of this past year entertaining myself with the series of posts called "100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending".  I cleansed my spirit, offered up long overdue thanks to folks, reflected back on people and places and experiences that had been key in my development, took just a few pot-shots at those who deserved it and overall had one heck of a time.

10.)  Nephews -- To be clear, I have a bunch of nephews (as I have a big scattered family and lots of branches on the old family tree -- plus a tendency to play fast and loose with the genealogical definition of "family", expanding it based on life experience).  In 2012, I'm talking about two of them from my Indiana family who have flown the coop and abandoned the nest and who were unable to return for the holiday celebrations.  The family holiday dynamics have changed somewhat (we're all still adjusting) ... but thanks to the Facebook, Jac and Teddy K can be as "virtually" close as how present they are in our thoughts and well-wishes.

11.)  Ralph -- That's my bio-dad to whom I'm referring.  And he's now entered hospice in the nursing home and is resigned to fighting his liver cancer that is spreading and untreatable due to his advanced age and other health complications.  But he's still as feisty as ever, with reports coming in that he's flirting with his hospice nurse (could I actually get a mommy #6 before he passes?).  Me, I visited him this past May and said my goodbyes -- I'm not sure if he'll be around for days or weeks or months (or years?) ... but 2012 was the time for me to put it all in perspective.

12.)  Sarah Paulson -- In the vein of Dot Marie Jones and Bonnie Hunt before her, I sometimes catch myself by surprise when I realize that there are certain performers who make me smile every time I see them.  And after American Horror Story and HBO's Game Change, it hit me that Sarah P belongs to that club.  Her participation in an artistic project raises the quality of it just by having her appear in a single scene.

For those 12 reasons (and for oh so many more, like for (c), my sounding-board who is so much more, and for you, for sampling my artistic wares every now and then) ... 2012 ... you will be missed.

[Oh -- and Happy New Year to you and yours!!]







December 30, 2012

Random Scandal Sheet for Sunday 12/30/12

What Chicago is talking about this week:

#500!

I don't think that "celebrate" is the right word ... but we sure did take over the national news story once we, as a city, experienced our 500th murder to kick off this weekend.

And now the spin starts, as it was famously said ... there are lies, damn lies and then there are statistics.

It's bad that we have more homicides at this point than Philly, Houston, LA or NYC -- but, when calculated as "homicides per 100K people", we're not as bad as Philly after all.  And although it's bad that 500 have died, it's not as bad as when I first got to town in 2001, nor is it as bad as 1974, when we had nearly double that count.  And the po-po will say that, based on how this year started, it's not as bad as it could have been, since we're something like 18% down from where we would have ended had the trajectory kept up throughout the year.

Then it gets trickier as today's paper reports that 415 of the 500 had criminal records and 300 of the 500 had known gang affiliations.  Past analysis of violent crime has pointed to four really bad neighborhoods and a few up-and-coming bad 'hoods (sorry Uptown and Rogers Park), which tends to "isolate" this violence somewhat.

Two more statistics I heard bandied about (do folks still "bandy"?) -- Chicago captures illegal guns at a rate of 9:1 compared to NYC -- and in the category of "officers per 100K people", we have the least number of cops from that earlier list of five metropoli (metropolises?  anyone know the proper plural?).

What's the answer?  There's not enough room in a post to even scratch the surface.  But I'll tell you -- I'm beginning to have a new appreciation for urban agoraphobia.  Don't be surprised if you don't see me out and about as much!  And Happy New Year (where the murder count resets itself every year!)

LOCAL NEWS COVERAGE OF MURDER 500:
http://abclocal.go.com/wls/story?section=news/local&id=8934288

THE MAYOR'S COMMENTS ON MURDER 500:
http://www.nbcchicago.com/blogs/ward-room/Overnight-Shooting-Marks-Chicagos-500th-Homicide-185036691.html

REFERENCE MADE TO BREAK DOWN OF MURDER 500 IN THE TRIB:
http://www.chimpout.com/forum/showthread.php?265392-Chicago-marks-500-homicides







December 29, 2012

Random Soapbox for Saturday 12/29/12

I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but ...

... I am SO over this sinus infection.

At least it waited to arrive until the morning after Christmas, but I'm four days into this mild misery now and, although I think I've turned a corner, my absolute favorite holiday of the year is some 70 hours away, and I need to be healed!

WARNING -- I shared some of these details with my work colleagues and they informed me that it was gross, so stop reading now if you anticipate sharing their opinion.

Two things bother me the most -- my nose is so numb from blowing out the discharge that I can't even feel the fact that it is dripping until the seepage makes it to the very tip of my nostrils which, thankfully, still have a few remaining active nerve endings.  This severely reduces the amount of time I have to take action to grab a tissue -- and has led to more than a few nasal drippings decorating my shirt.

Additionally, every time I do proactively blow my nose, the sinus pressure is so great in my "maxillary sinus cavity", that a spray goes forth from the corner of my eye.  Further complicating matters, I've been wearing my glasses during this whole illness, so the spray gets captured on its inside lens, necessitating a frequent cleaning to avoid it spotting up with sinus gunk.

I've been trying to find the glass-half-full view of this malady, and, besides the crazy dreams I get off of the Alk (see my post from this past Wednesday to understand this), the only thing I can enjoy about it is that my voice now has that Kathleen Turner sound to it, which tickles me for some reason.

So ... in the words of Shakespeare (that will sound like Kathleen T if a say them out loud) ... "OUT, OUT, DAMNED SINUS INFECTION!  Daddy's got to soon celebrate a new year that he didn't think would arrive!"

SINCE ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED, I THINK I BEST CREDIT THIS SOURCE:
http://www.myallergydoctor.com/info-sinus.php

EYE SQUIRTING FOR GUINNESS RECORDS REASON?:
http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/weblog/comments/eye_squirting

COUNTDOWN IN YOUR LOCAL TIME ZONE:
http://www.timeanddate.com/counters/newyearlocation.html








December 28, 2012

Random Flashback for Friday 12/28/12

And so ends another year (almost).

With the final days of 2012 upon us (and, guess what, looks like they won't be our collective final days after all, despite my best efforts to rally around that concept!), that means my regular Friday flashbacks to twenty years ago will also draw to a close.  So goodbye 1992 ... with a final picture from my family gathering in the holidays that year.  (That's my niece Casey Jo -- Sharon's daughter -- on my shoulders in this photo).

I already peeked ahead to 1993, and I have so many things to share that I might just have to double up my flashbacks -- with so many shots of Uniontown, and of so many of my family gathering for my sister's wedding, and my return to LVC with its theater group (which had been refreshed in the 18 months I was away with many new faces) and of vacations to Cedar Point, and the Dunbar watering hole, and Kerr Lake ... oh -- and the appearance of Smokey, our communally shared dorm-room kitty cat.

I'm going to have schedule some time in front of the scanner in the days ahead ... and to temper my excitement as I will still be retelling these stories just one week at a time, each and every Friday in 2013.

And on that note ... Happy New Year to you and yours!

December 27, 2012

Random Thought for Thursday 12/27/12

Dearest Antonin, Clarence, Elena, Johnnie, Ruthie, Stevie, Sammie, Sonia and Tony --

Do you recall how you guys (well, not so much "you guys", as it was the Supreme peeps before you) have carved out an exception to the First Amendment for not yelling fire in a crowded theatre?  Any chance you could find a way to expand that exception to free speech to include whatever it is that the inbred misguided holier-than-thou uber-creepy publicity-whores who comprise the Westboro Church Klan have to say -- especially at funerals of fallen soldier or tiny children?  If I understand it right, the exception is based on a "clear and present danger" analysis, and I have to tell you that every time those freaks show up, the whole nation is at risk of hellfire and brimstone being rained down upon them (and anyone innocent nearby, as I believe that hellfire and brimstone casts a wide net) for how they have bastardized God's message, in case you need a reason to strike down their protests.

And then, maybe we can start to look at the next sequential amendment, as there are some reasonable exceptions that we might need your help to create there as well.  But that's a battle for another day ... one amendment at a time here ...

EXCEPTIONS ARE RARE AND NOT THE NORM:
http://www.firstamendmentcenter.org/not-many-exceptions-to-free-speech-guarantee

SOMEONE'S FIGURED OUT HOW TO STOP THEM:
http://www.ihatethemedia.com/a-simple-way-to-stop-westboro-baptist-church-funeral-protesters

FIRST AMENDMENT EXCEPTION FLASH CARDS:
http://quizlet.com/9921746/first-amendment-exceptions-flash-cards/


December 26, 2012

Random Wordplay for Wednesday 12/26/12

Back on the Alk.

Used in a sentence:  "After a long weekend away having fun in Indy and with family in South Bend, is it any wonder that I arrived back home feeling all exhausted with what appears to be half of a head that's ready to explode ... so now I'm back on the Alk."

And let me tell you if there was ever a something to which I could get addicted, it's the old Alk (AlkaSeltzer cold fizzy pills).  Day time Alk gives me a buzz (and a crash when it wears off) and night time Alk gives me the wildest dreams I've ever had (which is all par for the course, since the Alk has been known to give the elderly strokes) ...

So for the next bit of time, I'll either be non-responsive or slightly manic -- depends on what time you get me in relation to my Alk dosing.  Here's hoping it's a quick fix and out of my system soon!

META OF ME, BUT I'VE REFERENCED MY ALK ADDICTION BEFORE ON THE BLOG:
http://capcognition.blogspot.com/2012/10/random-wordplay-for-wednesday-103112.html

STROKES IN OLD FOLKS -- TRUTH OR RUMOR?:
http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/p/phenylpropanolamine.htm

AND NOW THE MORE FORMAL ANALYSIS:
http://www.drugs.com/sfx/phenylpropanolamine-side-effects.html








December 25, 2012

Purposeful Tune for Tuesday 12/25/12

I checked ... I posted this tune at least once before (in Dec 2010).

But it is still one of my favorites (partly because of its connection to the Susan Cooper "Dark is Rising" series, which I've also said at least once before but maybe twice -- or more).

At least this time, it will be a different version -- the jazzed up one as performed by Ms. Williams.

And, only naturally, to each of you who celebrate, a merry Christmas!

WHAT CHILD IS THIS?:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thrGSTIG8Zo


December 24, 2012

Random Memorial for Monday 12/24/12

It's the holidays so ... "soon" to be gone but not forgotten:  the gift that's neither gold nor myrrh.

In this picture -- the Boswellia tree (which for me and people of my generation, probably puts David Doyle in your head, but I digress).  This tree is NOT connected to Charlie or his three Angels, but it is instead key to the Magi/three Wise Men lore.  Boswellia trees are the source of frankincense, and they are ecologically threatened in their native Ethiopia, with some scientists saying they'll be 90% gone in 50 years.

So we're going to need another incense for the second coming, as frankincense, as a wise gift, you might just be missing.

OOPS THERE GOES ANOTHER BOSWELLIA PLANT:
http://www.realscience.us/2011/12/22/frankincense-shortage-on-the-horizon/

DAVID DOYLE, IMDB STYLE:
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0236329/

BUY IT BEFORE THE WORLD RUNS OUT:
http://www.christmas-treasures.com/ThreeKingsGifts/ThreeKingsGifts.htm

December 23, 2012

Random Scandal Sheet for Sunday 12/23/12

What Indiana is talking about this week ...

[... yep, for the holiday, I am out of Chitown and have been all over Indiana for the last two days, finally having settled in South Bend tonight to be with family for Christmas ...]

... exploding houses, insurance fraud and the death penalty.

Turns out the suspicious explosion of houses in Indy just over a month ago, which was immediately investigated as a crime, was an intentional attempt to collect insurance money ... but as the blast killed two people (and caused an estimated 4.4 million dollars of damage across 33 houses), the crime is now murder.  And as Indiana is still a death penalty state, the punishment could be the ultimate one.

Stupid greedy people ...

THEY KNEW IT FROM THE BEGINNING:
http://www.cbsnews.com/authorities-indy-home-explosion-investigated-as-homicide/8301-201_162-57552100.html

AND NOW THEY ARE CHARGED:
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/chi-charges-filed-in-deadly-indianapolis-explosion-20121221,0,4047116.story

DEATH PENALTY INFORMATION FOR IN AND ALL STATES:
http://www.deathpenaltyinfo.org/category/categories/states/indiana






December 22, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 5125

5125 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending:

Thing 5125:

File this under ... JUST KIDDING!  

I briefly thought that maybe the Mayans were right and they just had the wrong "long count" when it comes to the world's end ... which would allow me to keep on going for another 5125 days, the length of their astronomical calendar.  By my rough calculations, that would take me to 2025-2026, and surely by then we would have all found the way to kill each other and this series would have more dramatic heft than how this all played out.  But no, I will allow that artistic endeavor to stand as a complete series, and I'll wait for the next whisper I might hear from my creative muse -- and I still have my weekly day-by-day posts to keep me busy!  

I had a blast, and I stand by every word even though the world didn't end.  Thanks again to any and all who paused to find the posts contained therein!

Random Soapbox for Saturday 12/22/12

I don't mean to go off on a rave here, but ...

[hey it's the holidays, after all -- and so close to Christmas, so no ranting today...]

... three cheers to the employee who started the tradition of NORAD tracking Santa (credited to Colonel Harry Shoup, USAF).  I have to admit that when I heard the story, I choked up a bit ...

"The calls have been a tradition since 1955 ... the local Sears ran an ad that year in Colorado Springs telling local children they could call a number to hear where Santa was.  But the number listed in the ad was one digit off and instead the red hotline phone rang at what was then Continental Air Defense Command, NORAD's precursor ... in the spirit of Christmas, instead of telling them they had the wrong number, [the employee] told them where Santa was, and that's how the tradition started."*

I have to tell you -- it's kind of inspirational when the innocence of youth meets a typographical error meets a person who has a giving spirit and generous heart and thinks quickly on his feet.  May we all be as holiday spirited as Colonel Shoup this season!

MY SOURCE FOR THE TELLING OF THE STORY:
http://usatoday30.usatoday.com/tech/science/story/2011-12-22/santa-tracking-norad/52166662/1

THE OFFICIAL TRACKER SITE:
http://www.noradsanta.org/en/

IN MEMORY OF COLONEL SHOUP, USAF:
http://noradsanta.wikia.com/wiki/In_Memory_of_Colonel_(Retired)_Harry_Shoup,_USAF


December 21, 2012

Random Flashback for Friday 12/21/12

It's the holidays, and so we return to the holiday party from 20 years ago that I've featured the past few weeks, held at my father's house during a rare period when he was unattached and thus more family focused.

[Note -- My sister saw aforementioned father today in the nursing home, and he announced that he'll live until he's 110.  Which means he's either even more stubborn than I thought, or that he's in denial over his  condition]

But this -- this was happier times for everyone!  And this -- this is the elusive sister Sharon in the photo on the left (elusive mostly because she's not yet joined Facebook, so the physical distance {she's back home in Leb'non County} is taking its toll on our feeling of connectedness).  She's joined by Erika, my sister-in-law, who is on Facebook but who has previously requested that I not tag 20 year old photos of her on the Facebook, and so I won't, because I'm a good listener!

May your family gatherings be just as happy this holiday season as this one was in 1992!  Me -- I'm off to pack for my long weekend/Indiana Christmas -- Tippecanoe (last minute shopping) then Indianapolis (last minute drinking) then South Bend (for mostly the eating -- and maybe some drinking -- and card playing -- and family seeing, etc.)!  Safe travels to all those out and about these next few days!

December 20, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 1

100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->

Thing 1:

File this under a desire to just go on the record about something ... but if it is, indeed, finally our last hours (by the way, as I type this, it's already 12.21.12 in certain parts of the world -- I'm not sure if those Mayans took a world view or were just referencing their own time zone) ... it's probably time to "get right with God".  SO ... dear God ... it's me, Troy.  You probably remember me more from when I was younger and heavily involved in Methodist activities (that sounds like I was in the mob, no?), or before that in that little church in the country that was independent and slightly more ... um ... unusual ... or possibly even from those Christmas Eves in the last decade when the family went to mass in Indiana because the nephews were in Catholic school and we were being supportive.  I'm not sure what you have up your immortal sleeves for tomorrow (and why you only told the Mayans, who apparently were more into nature gods than into you), but if the New Madrid fault starts shakin' during the day tomorrow due to sudden magnetic pole reversal, or if the fact that we're astronomically going to a darker side of the galaxy as part of your overall orbital plan and that fact causes some kind of life-altering incident on this planet, there's a good chance that I'll be calling out your name. I know that you'll probably be extra busy, but if you get a chance to spare me so that I can experience the post-apocalyptic world, that would be just swell.  By the way, I also have met a lot of people along the way in my life who practice different faiths (or no faith at all), and I would appreciate it if you maybe could keep an eye out for them too (and, hopefully, they're asking their God to do the same tonight, so that way all of our collective spiritual bases will be covered -- have I ever told you I'm a hedge-better extraordinaire?) ... 

Oh and one more thing -- could you tell that fool who keeps on promising that the rapture is happening on a day of HIS choosing to check a little Matthew 24:36 to be reminded that "no man shall know the day or hour" ... And not to pile on -- but just one more favor.  It seems one of your fallen angels has infiltrated a group called Westboro Baptist and has so twisted your message that they now seem to be doing Satan's work.  Any chance you could find a way to stop that -- me (and most of the sane world) would be much appreciative.  [And it just struck me that I hope you're a reader of my blog and/or somehow checking my Facebook statuses or Twitter feed ... as that's the modern way we all communicate, just in case you're not as hip as I think you are.  A few crazies tend to throw around Leviticus a lot as if you'd never update yourself with the times -- but I'm sure it's their shortsightedness and not yours.  And you let the Pope tweet, so you must be up to speed ...]  

Ok ... that's it for tonight ... except to say thanks for bacon (not all of the people who follow you seem to think it's okay to eat, but I know you wouldn't have made such crispy deliciousness that goes so perfectly well with just about everything and then expect us to ignore it) ... and thanks for your time ... and I hope to not be talking to you tomorrow, if you catch my drift!  P.S.  A lot of people continue to die because they think that they are the only ones who know how you work and expect everyone else to follow them and only do exactly what they say ... seems like if you could find a way to clarify things, there would be a lot more peace in the world.  And by "clarify", note that I do NOT mean "cause an apocalypse".  Good night ... and sweet dreams!

Random Thought for Thursday 12/20/12

It's the holidays ... and after the year we've had, it's the perfect time to act on a Canadian business analytics study from last year ... and to move Santa to Peoria Ill.

Why is now the perfect timing?  It's the perfect confluence of global warming (the North Pole is melting after all), corporate right-sizing (efficiency experts could probably reduce the number of elves in the workshop whilst increasing productivity) and the return of isolationism (he's OUR Santa, dammit -- let's get him housed in America).

In the study last year (as per the website link below), "the group looked at factors including the number of cookie factories per capita, the number of milk producers per capita, the number of doll and toy and game manufacturing establishments per capita, the number of postal service workers and couriers per capita [...] and department stores per capita."  Eight of the top ten choices were in Canada (it was a Canadian research effort, remember?) -- but Williamsport PA came in 2nd and Peoria IL came in 6th.  (And although I grew up in PA, I'd rather have Santa be located as close as possible to Santa Claus, IN -- hence my vote for Peoria).

He probably won't be able to move until the first month of the new year, but that gives Governor Quinnie time to figure out the necessary tax breaks to move the Santa-industry our way.

As always -- Happy Holidays to you and yours!

BUSINESS ANALYTICS IS EVERYWHERE!:
http://www.smartertechnology.com/c/a/Business-Analytics/Where-Should-Santa-Live-/

HERE'S THE TOP 10 LIST (ONLY 2 OF WHICH ARE US LOCATIONS):
http://martinprosperity.org/2011/12/15/dear-santa-whos-your-city/

HE'D BE REALLY CLOSE TO THIS PLACE:
http://santaclausin.com/

December 19, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 2

100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->

Thing 2:

File this under confessions ... but I have no idea where the time has gone.  Why it seems like just yesterday that I started this countdown (it was actually Sep 12), and here it is so close to the end of the world (maybe).  A few things ... I'm sure glad that the destruction will be sudden, as that has apparently allowed me to post right up to the very end, with Al Gore's interwebs holding steady irrespective of polar pole swapping or asteroids descending or solar flares a flarin' (I feel a mock up of the 12 days of Christmas coming ...).  Actually, the tenets I provided for this whole 100 days concept 36 days ago in Thing 38 still holds true -- I'm 95% sure that the world really isn't ending in less than 40 hours, my list did not include everyone who has impacted my life (Jen A, I promised to mention you here!), placement on the list is not correlative to importance to me (contrary to what you say, Chris L) and my stated goal was to hopefully inspire someone who was reading this to share something that might have been long overdue when it comes to needing to be  said, as life is much shorter than we think (maybe maybe maybe even two days from being over).  So in the waning hours of this project (or this existence we're sharing), let me issue a blanket statement to those for whom I just ran out of time -- "A heartfelt thanks to [insert your name] for being special to me by [insert deeply heartfelt, somewhat sappy, or, very rarely, mean-spirited comment about how you influenced my life]."  And to everyone, whether called out by name or not --  I believe that we are a sum total of all of the experiences we've had and all of the people we've met (so long as we keep our eyes, hearts and minds open), with something to be learned from each and every one of them (positive or not), and thus I'm grateful to you for being a part of my life.  Godspeed on your journey to whatever is next for  you and for all of us!  Happy Mayan Apocalypse to you and yours!!

Random Wordplay for Wednesday 12/19/12

The Hanke-Henry Calendar.

Used in a sentence:  "It's the holidays ... and I'm a convert -- not to a new religion but to the Hanke-Henry Calendar!"

You can read all of the details at the link below, but this proposal to make the calendar permanent foreeach year would have Christmas always falling on a Sunday and my birthday always on a Saturday (the better for the drinking) ... AND would include a bonus week of seven days every 5-6 years!  It's perfect for the holidays (and who wouldn't want a bonus week every so often, so long as my employer didn't get wind of it ...)!

After all, if the Mayan calendar is ending, we need a new one, don't we?  Time to adopt this concept!  Let's innovate!  Who's with me?

IT SEEMS TO MAKE SO SENSE:
http://henry.pha.jhu.edu/calendar.html

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU CONSIDER HOW WE GOT HERE:
http://www.historyworld.net/wrldhis/PlainTextHistories.asp?historyid=ac06

ANOTHER ENDORSEMENT:
http://www.cato.org/publications/commentary/changing-times

December 18, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 3

100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->

Thing 3:

File this under bet you didn't know the influence you had over me ... but with just three days left until the end of the world (allegedly) and with my countdown winding up rather quickly and with my life flashing before my eyes (well -- maybe not "flashing" since I've been doing this for the past 97 days, so maybe more like my life is "plodding" before my eyes), today seems like a perfect day to thank the three guys in my life who helped shape me.  You see, I was born into a den of women (four older sisters in my first family), and lived many of my formative years in a bigger den of women (two sisters, two step-sisters and a half-sister, to be genealogically accurate) with a pretty distant father who was den master of both living arrangements, so it's no surprise that I looked up to a few people who had a Y chromosome like me once I got out on my own and starting fully forming my personality in the early 90's.  So to the three of them -- Jarrod S and Darren L and DJ W -- thanks for providing me with the guy POV as I went on my own journey from boy to man.  Not in some creepy Silence-of-the-Lambs way, but I did manage to take bits and pieces of each of you and work them into who I am today.  And for that, I am thankful.

Random Tune for Tuesday 12/18/12

It's the holidays!

And I have to tell you that this holiday song still brings a lump to my throat each time I hear it.

I couldn't find the actual Garth Brooks version on the youtube, so I had to settle for a cover ... but it still has the same effect.

[And nitpickers, note that I'm aware that it's a fictional version of the battle of Belleau Woods that dramatizes the Christmas Truce of 1914 -- give a creative type a break, right -- dramatic license and all.]

It's such a powerful image -- factions putting the business of war aside to join in singing "Silent Night", finding out that there is more that unites us than divides us, demonstrating that there can be light amidst all the darkness.

Seems like a fitting song for these times ...

HERE'S HOPING WE BOTH LIVE TO SEE US FIND A BETTER WAY:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtIZpwjlwc8

December 17, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 4

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Thing 4:

File this under "hey -- remember when you changed my life" ... but now that we're just four days out (which means the hourly countdown is now no longer in the triple digits) ... and with the end of this project squarely in sight, let me pause and reflect that I couldn't even begin to imagine where I would be in this life that may (or may not) be ending at the end of this week, had I not had the generous Judy W in my life.  As I understand it, she was inspired by a program at her church, but no party involved could have imagined that she'd so quickly and so legally become the guardian of a 17 year old high school runaway -- or, at least that's the clinical description of what she became back in 1989.  What she really became was a parental figure who provided guidance and love and direction to a soul in danger of being lost, and what she really provided was a "home" -- a safe place where I could discover who I was and to which I could return until I one day "grew up" and made one of my own.  What she did -- she changed my life.

Random Memorial for Monday 12/17/12

[Note ... my memorial to those lost in CT appears toward the end of my (lengthy) Saturday post.]

Gone but not forgotten:  full length Monday work days.

If you've seen anything from me in the last 100 days, you know that I've been enjoying a countdown until the end of the world.  And, in some odd way, there was a comfort in knowing that this was the last Monday I would have to leave the weekend behind and go to work.

Of course, should the apocalypse not go off as scheduled, I still was able to keep that sense of comfort today from knowing that my next full work Monday wouldn't be until Jan 28 -- we get out early on Christmas Eve Monday and New Year's Eve Monday, I have off on Ukrainian Christmas on 1.7 (not because I'm Ukrainian in any way [although I do love me some Klitschkos], but because that's my 41st birthday), I'm on my annual Retirement-Preview-Vacation in Florida on 1.14 and my company considers MLK Day as a paid holiday on 1.21 (even if my boss forgot to tell me that the first year I worked for them).

A full eight hours of Monday employment, you will not be missed.

BOTH MY BDAY AND THIS ARE ON 1.7:
http://www.ukrcdn.com/2010/01/04/an-introduction-to-ukrainian-christmas/

LOOK FOR THIS DOCUMENTARY ON HBO WHEN IT RE-AIRS:
http://www.examiner.com/article/hbo-s-klitschko-film-needs-to-find-discerning-audience

MLK DAY -- A DAY OF SERVICE:
http://mlkday.gov/about/serveonkingday.php

December 16, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 5

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Thing 5:

File this under love ya like a brother, man ... but Ben W, I'm not coming home in the next five days, which means, if the world really is ending ... then this is it.  As I "said" to Corey yesterday in a post -- here's a toast to you and to the lifetime of events that we somehow seemed to squeeze into such a short time. Here's to frat house living at its finest (even if you and your friends were the youngest group to arrive), figuring out that you like to accelerate going into a curve when you're learning how to drive, finding out that some of Aerosmith's songs were covered by the Beatles (or is it the other way around?), enjoying the hell out of Cedar Point, giving up your ferret to me for adoption, or any of the other memories that seem like they just happened yesterday (I won't repeat my favorite story about you telling me to follow in your footprints in the deep snow at the top of the rockpile, although, I guess I kind of just did).  Like that which you've inked on me, the bond's for a lifetime.  For all that we've been through Bennie  ... here's to you!

Random Scandal Sheet for Sunday 12/16/12

What Chicago is talking about this week:

We're no different than the rest of the country -- we're still talking about the tragedy in CT.

I actually went looking for some distracting bit of good news, and I could only find one story, which happily was about a shopping spree instead of a shooting spree.  It turns out that one of the local Targets was the beneficiary of the "Shop With a Cop" program and 30 kids got to go on a holiday shopping spree.

I did have to bypass many other stories, including the one about an Indiana man with $100,000 worth of collector firearms who threatened to commit a copycat crime at a Cedar Lake elementary school on Friday (brace yourself America for that next twist) ... and about a gun buyback in Evanston that had been planned for months after a school shooting there but that just took place this weekend.  Oh ...and just the usual weekend shootings that are a regular occurrence in certain parts of Chicago about which you may (or probably may not) have heard ...

... but I found at least one positive news story, so there's that ...sigh ...

THE ONE POSITIVE BREAKING NEWS STORY I FOUND:
http://www.wgntv.com/news/local/breaking/chi-police-help-students-with-south-side-shopping-spree-20121215,0,6675951.story

AND NOW BEGINS THE COPY-CATTING:
http://www.wgntv.com/news/local/breaking/chi-police-indiana-man-threatened-killings-at-elementary-school-20121216,0,1473988.story

THIS HAS BEEN IN THE PLANNING FOR WEEKS:
http://www.wgntv.com/news/local/breaking/ct-met-evanston-gun-buyback-1215-20121215-37,0,1397795.story


December 15, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 6

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Thing 6:

File this under love ya like a brother, man ... but Corey W, if Friday is the end (yep, it's down to six days so I can call it "Friday" and it is clear to everyone that I'm talking about the next [or is that the "last"] Friday that we'll all have together), then I won't get to see you again.  So here's a toast to you (would that I could find Purple Passion -- that's the name of the celebratory drink when you won your wrestling matches, right? -- which was every time as you went undefeated, no?) and to the lifetime of events we somehow squeezed in to so few years.  Here's to trips to the rockpile and  frat house living at its finest (whether in the town house or next to Big Bertha herself) with all that that entailed, but most importantly -- here's to you for the way you accepted me into the family.  The parties have come and gone, but the memories are as if they were just yesterday, and the bond -- well that's for a lifetime.   For all that we've been through ... here's to you!

Random Soapbox for Saturday 12/15/12

I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but ...

... here's what (I think) I know about the gun debate.  And don't turn away and pre-judge this post or presume my position just because of the list on this table (circa five years ago, and credited to the Brady Campaign).  When I add an image, I want it to tell a story -- and I think this does provide a sense of scope and scale to the debate.

By the way, I fully support that we are still a nation in (shock) and mourning and that focus and attention should be placed on those who lost their lives and those who lost everything for which they live in Connecticut but must somehow go on.  I get that -- and I'm not for groups (on either side) that chose to use this tragedy to advance their own agendas while the dead bodies were still warm.  That's despicable to me.

But note that I said groups -- because on the individual level, we all must process this in our way with our own coping mechanisms and through the lenses of our own personal lives.  And that is perfectly fine to me -- which should be of no surprise, as what follows is a memoriliazation of just the struggle that I've had in the last 24 hours.

Full disclaimer -- I don't own a gun.

I'm not a hunter, which also means I don't own any bright orange gear nor I have I spent any time in a tree stand.  To thine own self be true, and all -- so I need to admit that when I see a spider in the apartment, I name him or her and get happy that there will be fewer flies with which I will have to deal.  I relocate millipedes to the back porch or usher them nicely back down the drain from whence they came so that they can return to the world in which they are most comfortable.  Lobster tanks still make me uncomfortable.  I've said it before in a different context, but I will be forced to vegetarianism in any post-apocalyptic scenario where I'm responsible for my own food supply.

Of course, all that said, don't get it twisted.  I fully embrace my forebears' carnviorsitic tendencies.  I've chawed through quite a collection of chacuterie in my lifetime.  My birthday meal each year is a steak (bone-in if possible, and, when it comes to ounces, always in the double digits please).  I fight back when restaurants suggest bacon OR sausage as sides instead of bacon AND sausage.  I may be personally accountable for the annihilation of multiple barnyards of animals.  I say all this because I just wanted to fully disclose lest someone call me out for hypocrisy.  Bottom line -- I don't begrudge those who do hunt, and I think that hunters should have access to reasonable weapons.  [Although I will say that CW's Arrow and The Walking Dead's Daryl make me think that I would look much sexier killing things with a crossbow instead of a rifle.]

And I don't feel the need to have a gun for self-defense in the apartment.  Truth be told, I have a baseball bat and a butcher block of mostly sharp knives for those purposes.  And a bottle of Raid under the sink and a tea kettle on the stove and memories of the pivotal scene in Extremities should I need to get dramatically creative in dealing with an interloper.  In the outside world, I have my smart ass mouth, which, ironically, my closest friends think will one day be the cause of my being shot, but which, so far, has worked to my benefit.

For you see, I've actually had a gun pulled on me twice.  (And more irony -- both times were when I lived in Harrisburg PA and not in the crime-filled Chicago.)  Luckily for me, both situations involved apprentice criminals -- the first time in the parking lot of a bar that I had left when I ran out of money (and their "guns" might have been fingers poked in jackets, that's how comically inept they were) and the second while walking the dog with a friend past the governor's mansion (that scenario included an actual sawed off shotgun).  In the first, I simply laughed and told the mini-gangsters that I had no money -- as if I had, I would still be in the bar drinking and wouldn't have left alone before closing time -- and got into my car (with hands shaking as I tried to get my key in the hole to unlock the door) and drove away, leaving them confused by my application of logic to the scenario.  The second was certainly a little scarier (and that was even though I had Demon, the 80+ lb American Staffordshire pit bull with me at the time), but the attempted robbery was going down on a one way street, so I ran the opposite way with dog and friend in tow (and, again, created confusion as the wannabe criminals weren't sure if they should put their car in reverse to back up down the one-way street in order to consummate the crime).  I took that evasive action only after having memorized the license plate number, which I immediately provided to the police upon arriving back home and which was used to arrest the kids (my experience was their third or fourth mugging, but it was the first and only one that went awry).

Trying to get back to the point -- all this being said, I have shot a gun -- and I don't mean shooting the "potato gun" (or my friend's pistol with tracer bullets) out over the Cornwall quarry from the top of the rockpile (and unless you are with law enforcement and the statute of limitations has not yet run out, I may have done both of those activities at some distant time in my youth).  I'm referring to the fact that I've had an ex-marine sharpshooter take me to the firing range and the "back 40" and he taught me proper gun protocol with an ever-present eye toward safety and with a call to action for accuracy.  I quickly learned I'm not a good shot (and felt a little guilty for wasting his ammunition to reach that conclusion) which I blamed mostly on the fact that my prescriptive eyewear was designed to get me through the day and not to have the type of aim befitting a sniper.

But again (or finally) -- my point here is that I don't think there should be an enhanced degree of control that in any way interferes with his right to recreationally enjoy his safely kept collection of gunnery or which stops the hunters from enjoying their sport.

It pains me that this conversation is always so much about the extremes (methinks that's partly explained if one follows the money trail, as, again, it seems to be those groups that hijack the discussion and fan the flames and beat the drums on both sides).  I blame the pressure of the 24 hour news cycle to constantly comment and brilliant back room strategists who create talking points that people who don't have the skill set for independent thought and analysis repeat like programmed robot propagandizers.  The person who hasn't come to learn that life's full of shades of grey and that very little is black and white is the person who hasn't lived for experiencing multiple points of view and who has put him or herself inside of a self-centered bubble of like-mindedness that creates a sad artificial existence.

It is not correct to think that any movement on gun control, no matter the size, is an evisceration of the right to bear arms such that second amendment militias should be re-formed to protect the security of the state.  And that amendment from which I just quoted doesn't give you the right to recreationally fire bazookas in your backyard.  Conversely, all guns should not be melted down to give to artists to create peace statuary (although, I will admit it -- those are pretty powerful statements if you've seen any).

Furthermore, "gun control" is not one problem to be solved.  No one moves forward when the issues are conflated.  The urban gun lifestyle promoted by gang living needs its own unique solution and a generation of youth need conflict-resolution skills training.  Resources for mental health care need to be funded and then tweaked to be more focused on trying to ferret out this type of behavior before it leads to action.  Media coverage of these events needs to be overhauled to provide more of a buffer for those who consider copycat crimes based on the celebrity like attention paid to the nonstop "news"ing that is going on.  And yes, closing loopholes in the type of gun sales that have found ways to skirt the laws that already exist to legally purchase firearms in this country must be a priority.  Extreme weapons that have no other purpose but to be mass killing machines should only be in the hands of the military, and should not be waved around as an amendment provided birthright.

Reasonable men and women should be able to agree on reasonable measures to mitigate the risks that are relevant here.  And crash bam alakazaam, suddenly I'm a Ron Paul libertarian, but shouldn't it be more about personal accountability -- which also speaks to the western PA father who recently accidentally shot his son in the car seat or the famous athlete who doesn't know how to engage a safety and shoots himself in a leg.  If you don't know how to handle the weapon, you shouldn't own one.

Possibly the worst news of all -- some tragedies will never be able to be prevented.  Some acts of evil occur because evil exists.  And some accidents are just accidents.  So why the list in the accompanying image?  To be most clear, that's not in any way to minimize those who died in Connecticut (and, thanks to the 24 hour media coverage, I can add their names to this post tonight).  For it is without a doubt that the circumstances around this incident are horrific -- children in a school, young lives snuffed out without warning or meaning.  But when the time for mourning has passed, it will take leaders who can understand the entire breadth of the issue (the list in the image tells a story that speaks to the complexity of it) and leaders who can find a way to move forward on different resolutions for the varied problems that make it up.

In the midst of all of this darkness, I refuse to believe that the world is devoid of reasonable men and women.  And I hope that one or more of you reading this post (assuming you made it all the way to the end) belongs to that category and can effectuate the reasonable change that is needed.  And I join in the mourning that no one on this list below will have the opportunity to be that leader.  There are no words to appropriately address that travesty.  Just silent tears.

Let their deaths not be in vain.  Make a difference.  Do something.  Find the solution.  Save the world from itself.  For their sake if no one else's ...

 – Charlotte Bacon, Female, 02-22-06, 6 years old
– Daniel Barden, Male, 09-25-05, 7 years old
– Rachel Davino, Female, 07-17-83, 29 years old
– Olivia Engel, Female, 07-18-06, 6 years old
– Josephine Gay, Female, 12-11-05, 7 years old
– Ana Marquez-Greene, Female, 04-04-06, 6 years old
– Dylan Hockley, Male, 03-08-06, 6 years old
– Dawn Hockstrung, Female, 06-28-65, 47 years old
– Madeleine F. Hsu, Female, 07-10-06, 6 years old
– Catherine V. Hubbard, Female, 06-08-06, 6 years old
– Chase Kowalski, Male, 10-31-05, 7 years old
– Jesse Lewis, Male, 06-30-06, 6 years old
– James Mattioli, Male, 03-22-06, 6 years old
– Grace McDonnell, Female, 11-04-05, 7 years old
– Anne Marie Murphy, Female, 07-25-60, 52 years old
– Emilie Parker, Female, 05-12-06, 6 years old
– Jack Pinto, Male, 05-06-06, 6 years old
– Noah Pozner, Male, 11-20-06, 6 years old
– Caroline Previdi, Female, 09-07-06, 6 years old
– Jessica Rekos, Female, 05-10-06, 6 years old
– Avielle Richman, Female, 10-17-06, 6 years old
– Lauren Russeau, Female, 06-?-82, 30 years old
– Mary Sherlach, Female, 02-11-56, 56 years old
– Victoria Soto, Female, 11-04-85, 27 years old
– Benjamin Wheeler, Male, 09-12-06, 6 years old
– Allison N. Wyatt, Female, 07-03-06, 6 years old

December 14, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 7

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Thing 7:

File this under unsung heroes about whom songs should be sung ... but Laura W (and Denny W ... who is not on the Facebook), if time stops in seven days as the Mayans maybe-kind of-possibly predicted (oh my goodness ... that's next Friday!), then let me be sure to take a moment tonight to thank you both for what you've done for so many.  I know I'm just one of the "strays" that found his or her way into your orbit (courtesy of DJ, may he rest in peace), but you (plural) have given so much so that others could be happy and have done so without demand for attention.  Being fiercely protective of your brood -- whether human or animal, making sure to love folks unconditionally and having had to struggle with adversity and loss that none should have had to have faced, you are examples for others who need to observe how to have strength and courage and tenacity and perseverance no matter what comes.  With fond memories of family get-togethers and of resting so comfortably in your living room chair (usually with a dog in my lap) that Bennie mentioned it was one of only two places he ever saw me completely and totally relaxed (the other was at JoAnne's house in Uniontown) and of a holiday box full of goodies the year I spent Christmas alone holed up at the theatre housing in Philly ... Laura and Denny W, tonight, we sing your praises (and wish you and yours the happiest of holidays and easiest of end-of-world scenarios)!

Random Flashback for Friday 12/14/12

[First, a disclaimer -- I'm in the midst of a two day happy holiday fun weekend with family in Chicago, so all of my Facebook updates today have been consistent with that tone.  But now that I've seen the news, I feel compelled to say that my thoughts are with those families now facing down the tragedy in Connecticut.  There simply are no sufficient words to assuage the shock of this moment, but I offer this reminder to never waste a chance to say that you love your loved ones.]

And with that somber opening, maybe it is fitting that the flashback for today captures so well the innocence of youth.

After all, it's (still) the holidays ... and thus the setting for this most recent series of photos is on point as it was introduced two Fridays ago (my father's post-fourth-divorce house that was actually where his fourth-ex-wife lived with her first husband before she had married my Dad [and how can this NOT be a Lifetime movie yet?]), and since he was between marriages, he was hosting the holiday get-together in late 1992 that year.  [I'm trying to not sound too snarky -- it's just that they are the words that fit the facts.]

Those photographed -- my nephew Kirk and niece Kylene, midway through a spirited game of some kind after gifts had been unwrapped (and even though Kylene's back is turned, you can tell she's in full giggle mode).  Of course, they are all grown up and adults now dealing with adult sized issues -- but frozen here in time on film, they are carefree innocents.

So again, I say, particularly after a day like today in America ... be sure to love your loved ones!
 

December 13, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 8

100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->

Thing 8:

File this under confessions ... but as the days and hours tick away until the apocalypse, I have to admit to myself that I may never get to fulfill my personal quests.  And hey, contrary to the way some of my posts may sound, I really don't have overly grandiose goals here about which I speak (I may have grown up to be a more modern version of the slacker, with just a touch of type A personality that can be turned on when needed) ... I'm talking about not yet having dipped my toes into every Great Lake ... and not yet seeing all of the Presidential Libraries/Museums/Birthplaces ... and not yet buying a t-shirt and set of shot glasses from every HardRockCafe ... not to mention my arrested plan to visit the countries' biggest cities alphabetically.  Should I somehow survive the suffering ahead, I'm going to have start moving double time on some of these tasks -- and then maybe move on to some bigger ones like somehow getting out of debt and somehow putting all of my writing ideas down to paper and somehow finding a way to get all progenic once or twice prior to my hitting the half century mark.  I'm beginning to think that the old life-flashing-before-your-eyes thing for me might be full of things I haven't yet done.  Of course, I have the majority of the other 100 posts to distract me with all the things I have done and people I have met and stories I have collected along the way.  So ... I'll choose to have a glass-half-full apocalyptic attitude after all.

Random Thought for Thursday 12/13/12

I love this time of year ... because walking down the streets of the 'hood, I suddenly have new appreciation for how much I share of it with others.  And the "others" here are not the drunks in ugly sweaters that are overpopulating the sidewalks of late (how many ugly sweater bar crawls can there be?) -- but they are the birds who leave their nests behind -- now suddenly visible with all of the branches so bare.  It makes me think that there is so much we miss in all  the other months of the year as we bustle about in a hurry staring intently at our phones not making eye contact with anyone ... so much "life" all around us, all unnoticed and unappreciated.

Speaking of unnoticed and unappreciated (and I apologize in advance that that was a forced segue a la the Whoopi-Goldberg-hosts-The-View school of thought), here's my final Amazing Race Aside for the season that just ended with the six things I learned from last week's episode (hey -- it was a double episode, so my usual three things got doubled as well):

1.)  Thing ONE:  How 'bout them Beekman Boys?  I'm such a fan of when the good guys who played the game nicely win the million!
2.)  Thing TWO:  How 'bout them Ja(y)meses?  I know that second place doesn't have a payout, but at least they have fancy cars whose back ends raise with just a swift kick (I don't know why that automotive feature suddenly sounds so corporal-punishment-y).
3.)  Thing THREE:  How 'bout them hounds?  They sure seemed to enjoy that row of meat, but the whole pack feast idea seemed a little barbaric (woe to be the dog with table manners in the midst of that mess)!
4.)  Thing FOUR:  How 'bout them final resting places for guys named Leonardo.  DeCaprio should be so lucky!
5.)  Thing FIVE:  How 'bout them basketball shorts?  And why did they always look like kilts when Texas Trey was wearing them?
6.)  Thing SIX:  How 'bout that karma?  I was afraid I was going to have to boycott all things Sri Lankan -- and then I was afraid that I didn't have anything Sri Lankan to boycott in the first place (second place) and then I was all just fine that they came into last place of the finale four, what with the stealing from teammates and coordinating of u-turn-coups and overall jack-douchey behavior.

Here's to next season Phil!  Can't wait until Feb 17, 2013!

THIS ONE SAYS IT WAS CANCELLED -- BUT THERE SURE WAS A LOT OF UGLINESS:
http://pubcrawls.com/events/ugly-sweater/ugly-sweater-pub-crawl-chicago.php

URBAN WILDLIFE PRESERVATION -- IT'S A REAL THING!:
http://www.lpzoo.org/conservation-science/science-centers/urban-wildlife-institute

APPARENTLY MORE REASON TO BOYCOTT SRI LANKA THAN JUST THE TWINNERS:
http://boycottsrilanka.wordpress.com/

December 12, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 9

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Thing 9:

File this under a desire to just go on the record about something ... but with 9 days left until the end of the world (maybe) ... [and note -- to those confused individuals, don't get it twisted -- 12.12.12 was just the last of the triplicate days we get to experience for being alive at the beginning of a new century -- it is NOT the date that we slip into the dark side of our galaxy (the driving astronomical fact behind the end of the Mayan calendar) as that's in 9 days] ... I should probably go on the record with my Dad and Mom.  First, biological father of mine -- whereas the step-creature once tried to sow seeds of doubt that it was indeed your sperm that fertilized my mother's egg -- my middle aging has proven our genetic kinship as I start to look more and more like you as the years go by.  I've already made my peace with the life you chose (and, let's face it, I was one of the last kids you sired, so the generation canyon that separates us is pretty much the story of the distance we have in our lives), and I said my goodbyes when I was last home and you first went on hospice this past summer with expectation that your untreatable cancer would spread.  [Of course, true to our shared stubborn genes, you're still kicking and fighting and harassing those patient patient souls in the nursing home ... and who am I to wish you anything but many more months of the same.]  Second, to my moms (who is not on Facebook and I don't think is necessarily even on the interwebs) -- please accept my apologies for not being closer to you.  It's just that I was so young when the divorce happened, and I was used as such a pawn in the adult games that followed (including apparently being manipulated into getting your visitation rights cancelled, which, in turn, led to your departure from the locale), that I just don't know you well enough.  I have every understanding that you still care for me, and I know that, as I hit middle age, I've had an opportunity to reconnect yet have struggled to do so, but please please  please don't take it personally.  It's just how we've all played the cards that have been dealt us.  And please know that I'm happy and loved and well taken care of -- and have been for many years by many many individuals.  So if it all ends in nine days for any or all of the three of us ... let's find comfort that we've each survived in our own ways and we've each found a way to thrive in our own rights and we're comfortably ready for whatever the future brings (whether the apocalypse happens or not).

Random Wordplay for Wednesday 12/12/12

You get a poo-pourri ... YOU get a poo-pourri ... YOU get a poo-pourri ... EVERYBODY gets a poo-pourri.

Used in a sentence:  "It's the holidays ... and I so wish the big O was still doing her show here in Chitown and we could get her to do her favorite things again and one of them was this product because wouldn't it be great to see her excitedly exclaiming in the crescendo that only she can do ... 'you get a poo-pourri ... YOU get a poo-pourri ... YOU get a poo-pourri ... EVERYBODY gets a poo-pourri.'"

When I was younger, I used to add a candy cane to every gift (now they sit in the Christkindlmarkt souvenir mugs by the door for visitors to take when they leave) ... and then a few years back it was a bacon flavored candle made of actual bacon fat that went on top of every package (but that was a limited supply thing from a local fancy restaurant) ... so this year I'm seriously considering a poo-pourri for everyone  ... 'cause it's the gift that keeps on giving (and that way I would know that I can more comfortably defecate when I go to visit friends and families)!

On that note -- Happy Holidays to you and yours!!

HOW COULD YOU NOT BUY IT?:
http://poopourri.com/

WAIT A MINUTE -- SHE DOES HAVE A 2012 EDITION:
http://www.oprah.com/packages/oprahs-favorite-things-2012.html

OR MAKE YOUR OWN:
http://community.stretcher.com/forums/t/3670.aspx

December 11, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 10

100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->

Thing 10:

File this under "hey -- remember when you changed my life"... but now that we're in the final stretch of the countdown to the end of the world (10 days!  that's just over 200 hours!), I want to be sure to thank Wendy W for what she did for me when I was a senior in high school.  When I finally ran away in March of 1989 (as a young 'un with a January birthday, I was still only 17 since I had started kindergarten a little earlier than many of my classmates), it was Wendy, who sat in front of me in English (and whom I had known throughout my school years), who heard of my plight (I had spent the first night at my best friend's house and the next week at the home of the one who was kind of my girlfriend at the time but was so unsure of what the future held), and who, out of nowhere, coordinated with her mother (more about her in just a few days) what was to become my new (or is that my "first") home.  And for those first few uncertain months and then throughout college and beyond (remember, I did so enjoy college that I turned it into a decade long project), it was an honor to have her so unselfishly accept me as a part of her family.  So besides saying how proud I am of her life path and her career work and her growing family, I also say, quite simply but quite "from the bottom of my heart"-ly ... thank you.

Random Tune for Tuesday 12/11/12

It's the holidays!

... which reminds me of when I was younger and an incident that almost stopped my singing career* in its tracks.

[*singing career is a slight exaggeration -- it peaked with a musical in college and only now lives on when I drive and can't resist screaming along at the top of my lungs]

The incident -- I tried to tape myself (yes, kids, on a boombox on a cassette tape), hymnfully singing O Holy Night.  Except my voice cracked and I kept on taping and it was played back for all to have a good laugh at my expense.

And lo and behold (those are good words to work into a post for this time of year), here's something that is worse than my long ago tape that was (thankfully) destroyed ... a random video from the youtube (listen to it if you can ... the "best" parts are also the "worst" and may make you want to turn it off).

And ... Happy Holidays to you and yours!

CAN YOU MAKE IT TO THE BIG FINISH?:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mk4woNRD7NQ

December 10, 2012

Bonus Post: Thing 11

100 Things I've Always Wanted To Say But Never Did And Now Maybe Should Since The World Might Be Ending -->

Thing 11:

File this under great appreciation ... but if the world does end in 11 days as predicted by some, then I'm going to miss me a mess of Chuck Lorre shows on the TV.  And no ... this isn't a sympathy post in light of the string of bad publicity he's had on his shows over the years (and to bastardize a phrasing that hit the interwebs of late but without a Jim Jones-ish figure nodding his head next to me as I express MY opinion, let me just say -- if you are not already watching his work, you MUST start catching this f ... frivolity) -- nope, not sympathy but true fan appreciation for the Dharma and the Greg and the Charlie and the Walden and the Alan and the Jake and the Sheldon and the Leonard and the Mike and the Molly to whom I've been introduced these past few years  -- and for all of the other characters that populate his shows that are just too numerous to mention in a name-dropping fashion -- and for the creative personality that is on display in his vanity cards (note:  if the world lasts until Christmas despite what we've been told, that book of his would look might fine under my tree) -- and for the inside jokes that he manages to pepper in story lines across all of his comedic platforms -- and for the smile after smile after smile to which I can give him and his genius so much credit ... to laugh is to grow is to heal is to foster humanity is to all that is a Chuck Lorre creation.