Archive for February, 2007

Advice To The Lovelorn

This made me laugh.

The Drama Queen was talking about how her best friend’s boyfriend has been asking for advice.  A week or so back, “Jordan” was all in tither because he thought “Brittany” hated him.   The DQ had to calm him down and everything ended up ok.  (Whew)  That somebody is asking my daughter for love advice made me laugh.

Then, she just tells me that Jordan had again asked for Brittany advice.  Brittany told the DQ to tell him that he should “say sweeter things” to her.  Jordan was like “What am I supposed to say?  I’m dumb.”  Sweeter things.  Heh.  For some reason, picturing a 13 year old boy trying to think of sweet things to say and then the 13 year old girl wanting said 13 year old boy to say sweeter things. 

I’m glad I’m not 13 anymore.

Huckleberry Friends

I’m obsessed with this song of late. Amazing that the studio did not want this song in the movie “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”, but, director Blake Edwards fought for it. Shows what the studio knew cause it won Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer an Oscar. Take that, Robert Evans and Paramount.  I’m so glad we have guys in suits sitting in big office buildings, who know squat about music deciding what the public will and will not hear.  We’re so blessed.

Cool Quote of the Day

I couldn’t find my Social Security card and I needed it for this new job thing I have.  I spent over an hour in the Social Security office with my number 28 in hand.  Something like that, in theory, shouldn’t take very long to get taken care of.  I think most of the 75 people waiting with me were there for the same thing, yet, it took forever. There was even one guy who came in there who had to have been my age and had never had a Social Security number.  How in the world can one get to be as elderly as me and never have a Social Security number?

Turns out, I didn’t need the SS card anyway.  I had a copy of my birth certificate.  Now, I have to wait for all my paperwork to process and some other stuff.  It could be two weeks or two months before I start the new gig.

The coolest thing said to me today…when I was at my new workplace, the lady who hired me said she got a call from Hutch yesterday who informed her she had made a good choice in hiring his Sista.  She said “If John Hutcheson says I’ve made a good choice, I know I’ve made a good choice.”

Whoda thunk that Hutchmo was so influential in the Gret Stet of Tennessee?

Y’all Dance With Me

Come on now. Don’t be shy. Everybody get up where they are and get your groove on.

Have You Heard The News?

There’s good rockin’  tonight and Your Sista is unemployed no mo’.

I’ve got to get that TiVO so I can keep up with my boy, Regis and my girls on the View. 

Going to do the Happy-I-Got-A-Job dance.

Oscar Thoughts

When Al Gore won his award last night, they put the camera on different ones and I swear, the look on their faces…it was if Jesus Himself was descending the stage.  I thought Melissa Etheridge and her girlfriend was gonna engage in marital relations right there in the Kodak Theater!  Good grief.  The little bit about the music playing was funny.  Too bad he missed his cue.

I thought for sure Eddie Murphy was going to win Best Supporting Actor, but, I was happy that Alan Arkin won.  He was fantastic in that role and he’s been around a long time.  It would’ve been perfect had Peter O’Toole won.

I wish I knew somebody named “Martin” so I could call them “Maw-tee.”   I figured Martin Scorcese would win when Coppola, Lucas and Spielberg came out to present the award.   That was very cool.

Nicole Kidman looks like a very tall, skinny, red headed Asian.

Jennifer Hudson near ’bout came out of that dress during her song.  Now that she’s an Oscar winner, she needs some serious hair help.  I wish she’d have told Simon to kiss her bottom. 

Who was the rather homely guy that was on between commercials, interviewing people?  He was about as exciting and charismatic as a turd in a punchbowl.  They should’ve had Tom Bergeron or somebody like that do that gig.

On the pre-show, there Lisa Ling got the gig interviewing people on the red carpet, had on a gorgeous dress and pretty much pulled her hair back in a ponytail.  I don’t understand that.  To have great hair like that, a cool job like interviewing nominees on the red carpet and saying “I think I’ll just throw my hair up in a ponytail.”  Somebody explain that to me.

Call me crazy, but, I loved the acrobats behind the screen doing the shadow thing.  I thought that was interesting and something different.

Ellen DeGeneres was very good hosting, I thought.  I kinda wondered if Jerry Seinfeld’s purpose for presenting an award was a tryout for next year, incase Ellen doesn’t want to do it again. 

I can’t help but wonder why the Oscars don’t do like the Grammy’s and present all the boring stuff before and do the big ones on the air and make it an hour show? Gosh, that sucker was long. 


I’m pretty tickled to see how the Manchild is progressing on the guitar.  He’s got a natural ability and he’s doing great.

Problem is…if I hear Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” one more time, I’m going to take the gee-tar and beat him over the head with it.  We’re up to time 256 today.  He’s got it down good.  REALLY good.  So good that it’s time to move on to another song.  Another song not by Pink Floyd.  I’ll take Flight of the Bumblebee at this point.