Friday, September 18, 2009

Blogging is better then... how great chocolate is for some people.

Blogging is like sweet release. Like when you are in line at the mall desperately trying to pay for your items that are too perfect to set down for fear someone may rob you of them and you just know you couldn't live if that happened, all the while dancing the pee-pee dance because the blue haired old biddy in front of you can't figure out how to swipe her charge card. Finally, it's your turn and you of course finish up in timely manner because you weren't born during the stone age and now you turn tail, make like a bread truck and haul buns down to the food court and slide into a filthy stall and barely get your pants down and hover at a safe enough distance to not catch cooties and then... Ahhhhh! Sweet release! Haven't had that particular experience? Well, good for you but I have and thats what blogging is like for me!

It's like I can say anything. I pretty much do in real life anyway but this eliminates the pesky parts where other people say stuff in the middle of my thoughts as if they are necessary to the conversation or something. Don't get me wrong, I love to chat with friends and family and even the occasional stranger. I did that at a Red Sox game and somehow got on the subject of colonoscopies and we compared notes during the 6th inning... I told you I say anything. The trouble is my brain doesn't always work and focus is hard to come by so this is perfect. I can go and go uninterrupted forever if I wanted. I wish I had more comments because that part is fun! Don't feel bad about writing bad stuff either, I don't care. It's all good to me.

I don't have that focus problem when I'm hunkered down watching a movie, though. I try to catch everything I can. My favorite is catching stuff in the background that goes on behind the character's carrying out the main scene. Sometimes there is treasure to be found in the background. Mistakes are fun as well. There are a few in Pretty Woman my step sister pointed out when I was about 10 and that kinda started that for me. Any one who watches a movie with me thinks I must have seen it about 100 times and for some that’s the case. They just don't understand what movies are to me so it blows their mind if I can quote certain scenes after having seen it only once before. That’s what I do. I pay very close attention and when I watch them the next time I attempt to realize something I didn't catch the first time around... or 30th time... whatever the case may be.

I have a collection of DVD's about 300 strong and probably my CD's number about the same so now you know why my focus is weak. My memory is all clogged up with lyrics and quotes from various T.V. shows, movies and songs. I luckily know a few others who don't look at me sideways when I spout a random quote and just laugh out loud because something someone just said at work reminded of dialogue between characters in a movie. Sometimes I run across people who will even recite the costars next lines! Oh what a wonderful thing that is! I try to keep that in check but can't resist sometimes. There are quite a few quotes floating around in there and they get loose almost without permission sometimes.


I have been told I'm pretty quick witted and not too bad with the comebacks. When I meet someone equally quick, just stand back and watch the fireworks. My brother and I have a gift in that way. We play off one another quite often and that is a very fun game for me.

I enjoy this back and forth banter very much and it is displayed very well on "Whatever Martha" with Martha Stewart's daughter, Alexis and her friend Jennifer. This show has taken what was a very popular show with a certain demographic and made it something that an entirely different group of people will find amusing. Brilliant on Martha's part. She had the idea to take reruns of her show and play them for her wise-crackin' daughter and her equally fresh mouthed friend for the sole purpose of picking them apart and poking fun at them. Alexis and Jennifer make snide remarks about Martha's clothing and the craft of the day. They have a sarcastic wit about them that is charming and not overly mean spirited and that is how they struck gold. That was a show that our mothers and grandmothers made popular enough to sky rocket Martha to stardom 15 years ago while it bored the rest of us to tears. Martha now found a way to recycle that crap for my generation and she is getting more green for her green idea. There's nothing greener than recycling except maybe money. Bravo, Martha. You've done it again! Alexis and Jennifer are just two girls poking fun at the mother of one of them. Something I do with some of my friends all the time for little or no compensation but that's why these girls are smarter then we are. They turn a profit for their tomfoolery. If only I had thought of it first...

Next time I'm sitting at a table swapping stories with a group of my friends, maybe someone should tape it and pay me per laugh. That would be a sweet gig and I believe we have the tales to turn a buck. We could call it "Who wants to be a wise-ass?" Until then we will continue do it for free because the smiles on the faces of our friends is payment enough but someday I will want a raise!

3 comments:

  1. Just a quick thought. When you were talking about the old lady in front of you swiping her credit card...it reminded me of how old people call it a "charge plate". That always made me laugh when an old person at the Gap would say..."oh dear, do you need my charge plate again"...or some rendition of that!

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  2. The elderly are a funny population of people as long as they don't hold up the works!! That just makes them progress-stoppers! They say cute things like "satchel" and "slacks" where we would never think to. My grandma also thinks nothing of saying that she went out with her girl friend where someone like myself wouldn't get away with that without someone yelling out "I knew it!" Ha ha!!

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  3. Auntie Cousin AshleyOctober 9, 2009 at 12:12 PM

    Walmart's!!!

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