Archive for January 22nd, 2007

Weighin’ In

I’m never one to be addicted to what the scale says and all that.  Heck, I don’t even own one.  I weighed here before I started eating like an astronaut and because the number was so frighteningly scary, I sort of developed this denial sort of attitude towards it. 

I got on the same scale to see what it says and best I can tell, I’m down about 7-10 lbs.  At first I thought I was seeing it incorrectly.  I know somebody out there is going to say "It’s mostly water" but who the hell cares?  That’s 7-10 lbs off of the Sista that did not need to be there.

Dierks, Scmierks

I got a buttload of extry hits last week, simply talking about Dierks Bentley’s new haircut.  You can see it in this video AND you can see them get cut off. 

Speaking of Dierks, Mr. Smiff and Them are going to be on a network, latenight, talkshow with him during Grammy week.  I don’t want nobody getting onto me for telling it when I’m not supposed to, so that’s all you get.  More details later.

Smiff Computer-Gone Clear

A moment of silence, please, for the Smiff Computer.  I think it’s safe to say, it’s downloaded it’s last Zeppelin song for the Manchild, posted its last My Space picture of the Drama Queen and its last Whiff of Smiff.  Bless it…it was a good ern.    After 5 years, I think it was just plumb tuckered out.

Because the computer died, I spent yesterday doing what I did back in the old days before I had a computer or a blog…I laid in the bed and watched old movie after old movie on TCM.  Oh lordy…it was a good old movie day and the perfect day to watch them. 

I started off at 9 a.m. with Oklahoma!  I know all the words to every song, but, that was the first time I’d ever seen the movie in its entirety.  I never knew Jud was a psycho.  Gordon McRae was just plain sexy and boy, could he sing.  Then, another one I’d never seen but knew about Member of the Wedding.  Julie Harris pulled off playing a 12 year old at 27 remarkably.  What a great story.  It’s worth it just to hear Ethel Waters sing His Eye Is On the Sparrow.

That Touch of Mink reminded me why Cary  Grant was such a legend.  Even then, in 1962 as he was approaching 60, he still had it going on.   

Then oh then oh then…Breakfast at Tiffany’s.  My last job there was a guy in the cubicle next to me who talked EXACTLY like George Peppard.  He sounded exactly like him.  I told him that and he didn’t know who George Peppard was and he was older than me.   "Does the A  Team ring a bell?"  I knew better than to ask if he’d seen BAT’s.  Speaking of Eva Cassidy, I’d have sure loved to hear her sing "Moon River."

So anyway, I’ll be in and out for the next bit.  I hope we break down and just get a new computer.  I’m online at Kinkos now, on my way to get Mr. Smiff from the airport.  He spent the night on 6th Avenue in New York City last night.  (New York City?!?!?)