Showing posts with label Ernie Borgnine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ernie Borgnine. Show all posts

Friday, July 13, 2012

Ernie Borgten & recent news round-up

I feel like I’ve neglected the blog this week. That always happens whenever circumstances demand I engage in duties to ensure I’m not neglecting my children.


That’s what happened this week. Val had some pressing deadlines and went to spend two days at my mother’s so she could ensconce herself in a nearby library and work herself into a frazzle.


Being summoned to be the primary caregiver has frazzled me on many occasions. Not this time. I had two full days with the girls and they couldn’t have been more delightful.


It has me thinking about re-ordering my priorities from: bar, blog, golf, girls, Pirates, Seinfeld re-runs, marriage, barbecue, wage earning, miscellaneous; to bar, girls, blog, golf, Pirates, marriage, etc.


Joking!


No sane father would prioritize his life in that tawdry order, especially not in a place where his alert wife could read it.


Besides, I didn’t even include the Sunday return of “Break Bad,” a sure tip-off that my list was meant to be nonsensical.


Making sure everything’s in order for the “Breaking Bad” return is my No. 1 priority. Val’s, too. We didn’t start watching until January and it has since swamped our lives. We finally caught up with all four seasons this week.


But not blogging nagged at me, especially during a week when the news was tumultuous.


And again I’m reminded how committing to writing a blog is like having a goofy imaginary friend with multiple dependency issues. You can’t abandon it for too long or it might die from lack of attention. But like having a needy friend, you spend a lot of time wondering if the damn thing’s holding you back from more productive pursuits and wondering if, geez, would anyone really care if the SOB just died?


So let me try and get through a jiffy list of news items so I can clear the decks for fresh thoughts in time for the next burst of news.


• The 50th anniversary of the first live performance by The Rolling Stones -- It was my good fortune to be home with the girls under my thumb on this august occasion. It gave me historical cover to spend the day cranking Stones music and lecturing on the rocking significance of indelible songs like, “Sympathy for the Devil,” “You Got the Silver,” and the often overlooked gem, “She Was Hot.” The “CBS This Morning” show had a lavish feature on the band’s 50-year history and Josie, 11, was attentive. This is due largely to my years of musical indoctrinations that make the Manchurian Candidate look even-handed. My old man did the same for me with Sinatra. Still, I contend good music doesn’t age discriminate. I tell her one day maybe 10 years from now she’ll be at a retro cool party where they’re playing the Stones and she’ll be able to converse intelligently about the world’s greatest band. I believe she’ll say, “My old man used to play the Stones for us all the time. He knows so much about what makes music great. He’s the best!” This belief today sustains me through all the times she says I’m weird and stinky.


• The Freeh Report on the Penn State Scandal -- I don’t remember a story that appalls anew with each retelling the way this one does. This is one of those stories I’m reluctant to engage because there’s just so much already out there. If you’re interested, here’s what I wrote about it the weekend the scandal broke. And here is, I think, the best of the bunch that’s been written about the Freeh Report. It’s by Sally Jenkins of the Washington Post, the last reporter to interview Paterno. Should Penn State football be shut down? Yes, for five years. That will discourage the kind of money-mad idolatry that led to the Sandusky cover-up. Should the Joe Paterno statue be melted down? No, it should be moved to a discreet part of the campus and stationed near a plaque that details all the good Paterno did and how his failings forever scarred his once-grand legacy. Maybe add a statue of a tiny, frightened boy being ignored by the triumphant Paterno statue.


• Mitt Romney -- We’re looking at the beginnings of a historically bad presidential campaign. Beating Obama in this economy should be a slam dunk. Yet, this week Romney addressed the NAACP in appearance apparently designed to bait the audience into booing him because it would play well with his conservative base. He still needs to rally his base? Look for news of a splinter group in Tampa to emerge with the intention of thwarting the Romney nomination in favor of a “true” conservative. As for Bain Capital, what was a gold mine for Romney has become a gold mine for Obama campaign opposition researchers. The party that for the past 30 years has looked like it’s all about the money is going to be done in this time by a guy who’s all about the money.


• New “Dallas” plot line -- I wrote about my ardor for the new “Dallas” show here. I’ve cooled a bit, but I’m still hanging in there. I like ridiculous plot lines as long as they’re good and campy and have some thread in reality. That’s why I thought the plot line that has former drunken whore Sue Ellen Ewing running for governor of Texas was preposterous. I arrived at acceptance when it dawned on me, hell, Texas elected Rick Perry.


• The Death of Ernest Borgnine -- I’ve been using this line for about four years now and it was criticized as tasteless when I tweeted it moments after his death: “RIP: Ernest Borgnine. Now that this legend has passed, I guess we need an Ernest Borgten.” Tasteless it may be, but it’s a dandy little line too irresistible to keep to myself.


• The Death of Andy Griffith -- The man could cure hangovers. Nothing made me overcome drink-induced nausea like spending a day on a couch, toes-up, watching hours and hours of “The Andy Griffith Show” reruns. There’s so much heartfelt America in those shows. Want to see him at his best? Check out Adrienne Shelly’s 2007 film “Waitress.” It’s a chickflick, but it’s magnificent, as is Griffith. Then read the story of Shelly’s life and tragic death. You’ll cry your eyes out.


• Tweet of the week @8days2amish -- a tie!


“Starry-eyed singles who date someone because of their proficiency with pyrotechnics are apt to go out with a bang.”


“Artistic people often settle disputes by drawing straws.”

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Lazy day hybrid blog + tweets

There can be no dispute that the instinct I’m most likely to abide is the one that suggests utter laziness.
The ample evidence can be found in my skimpy list of professional accomplishments and certainly in my bank account.
Yet it is irresistible.
Take this morning. It’s a magnificent fall day here in western Pennsylvania. My wife and I are heading into Pittsburgh tonight to meet about 10 friends who visit every year to attend a Steeler game.
So I’m looking forward to two raucous nights of bourbon, cigars and laughter in the town I love more than any other.
Holding all my liquor won’t be a problem because I’m sure I’ll never set it down for even a moment.
So, clearly, my lazy sirens are all flashing red. 
Yet I’m in conflict because it’s been two days since I’ve blogged and unlikely I’ll write anything until my hangover abates round about Wednesday.
But I’m aware of a number of people who actually look forward to reading my posts. I hear from these people and am without fail flattered by the attention.
And these are people with salaries, nice vehicles and clean-cut families -- things to which I aspire.
This delights me and I wouldn’t want to disappointing a single one of them.
And, to be clear, I’d feel the same about my readers if they were exclusively convicts bored with porn -- a captive demographic I really should recruit.
So today I’ll split the difference. That means this is a hybrid blog -- and we all know how fashionable hybrids are these days. 
I’m going to give readers a taste of my tweets -- and I’m so new to Twitter that still sounds somehow provocative. I’ve tried not to duplicate what I’ve posted in the blog previously.
I have 55 followers @8days2amish. Feel free to tag along. Or just wait until the lazy siren wails again and I’ll do another twitter dump here on the blog.
It’ll probably be another week or so.
My lazy siren is employed more often than I ever am. 

Have a wonderful weekend! Be sure to do something lazy!
• How would we go about promoting a national No-Hype Week without contradicting the importance of our message?
• I still contend a day spent eating doughnuts, cheeseburgers and pepperoni pizza should be considered a well-rounded diet.
• “Confanity” is the boring, inoffensive over-dubbed words actors must mouth to make shows like The Sopranos acceptable to networks like A&E.
• The older I get the more convinced I am life's nothing but a cruel practical joke. It's amazing anyone ever bothers to wear pants.
• N. Korean children taught Kim Jung Il is so divine he neither poops nor pees. Yet, his palaces are abundant with toilets. How considerate.
• Friendly stranger asked daughter, 4, her age the other day. She said, "I'm 4 except when we go to the movies."
• Just heard Gladys & the boys singin' "Leavin on a Midnight Train to Georgia." Man, a day without sunshine is like a Knight without Pips.
• The most dedicated entomologists can't help but be anything but bug-eyed.
• Oversexed infidelity has left most American family trees all forked up
• Roger Waters brings The Wall to the 'burgh. Don't care. Never been a Pink Floyd fan. I prefer White Floyd, Andy's barber down in Mayberry
• I'm constantly striving to do things that would be feathers in my cap, but I wouldn't be caught dead in a cap with a feathers.
• I've had some delicious horseradish, yet I've never seen a horse gardening. What an amazing, multi-talented animal. Take that, cows!
• If matter can neither be created nor destroyed, how come the world doesn't smell like one gigantic fart?
• Too many people enjoy life in dainty little sips. Sip wine. Guzzle life.
• Clusterf*** sounds like it should be more fun than it is, like something you'd want to be invited to if you said you'd bring a covered dish
• Who was Nellie and what about her was so rapid that people had to keep telling her "Whoa!" If I ever meet Nellie, I'm gonna hang on to her.
• Kill Devil Hills, N.C., sounds like a great place to host a religious revival.
• Does anyone think all the other kids picked on Jeremiah because he was a bullfrog?
• Rhode Island isn't even Rhode Isthmus
• Ernie Borgnine to be given SAG lifetime achievement award. The man's a classic. When he goes, we're going to need to find an Ernie Borgten
• I wish no harm to any of my fellow man but for the sake of comedic irony, it will be funny if Sarah Palin gets mauled by a mama grizzly
• Not sure, but CNN reporter said "a police horse will be telling us." May have been "police source," but I'm hanging in hoping it's a pony.

• Anytime you hear of someone dying suddenly it should reinforce the need to ensure you're always living suddenly.