Movie Addendum

When listing movies I was eagerly awaiting I left out a couple:

Hostel

An Eli Roth film, I like his earlier efforts okay and hope this one rocks my socks. I want to have to cover my eyes.

Also looking at Wolf Creek and the remake of When a Stranger Calls. I'm dubious at best about WaSC as the trailer pretty much shows you the entire movie, but it's an old favorite so I'd like to see what's been done with it. Another remake, The Hills Have Eyes, looks promising though. Wow, my theme is Vacations/Trips gone terribly awry. Maybe I should put off travelling for a while or at least pack an assualt rifle and some mutant-b-gone.

What Made My Christmas

Music at the moment: Wunderkind - Alanis Morissette

I've been way too busy to do any blogging worth anything since November given the holidays and John's time home. I fly out tomorrow morning to spend christmas weekend up north with the italian family. I'm terribly excited about this, but really Christmas already happened here while John was home.

John got me something from my childhood that I loved dearly and truly never thought I'd have again. He coordinated with my Mother and made it happen. I love you John.











Dark Tower


I have to say this is one of the best Christmas times I've ever had. It felt like Christmas. By far the moment that made it so wonderful was seeing The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe with my mother and my husband. This book one of the most vivid and possibly the strongest childhood memories I have. To have my mother and John with me when it was finally done justice on a big screen was the pinnacle of my year. I love you Mom and thank you for reading me that book so many times.

Merry Whatever

I sent this to a friend in a card and though this should be my holiday blog entry:


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Happy homogenized, nonexclusive, politcally-correct Holidays!

May a jovial, differently-abled, horizontally-challenged Man or Woman in a red suit bring you an ample amount of environmentally-sound, non-toxic, racially and religiously sensitive gifts, all of which are not gender oriented and completely inoffensive to those around you!

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Then I found this and thought I'd share:


'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck.

How to live in a world that's politically correct?

His workers no longer would answer to Elves,

Vertically Challenged they were calling themselves.

And labor conditions at the north pole

Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,

Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.

And equal employment had made it quite clear

That Santa had better not use just reindeer.

So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,

Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;

The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.

And people had started to call for the cops

When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.

Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.

His fur trimmed red suit was called Unenlightened.

And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,

Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose

And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,

Demanding millions in over-due compensation.

So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,

Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,

Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,

Demanding from now on her title was Ms.

And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion

That making a choice could cause so much commotion.

Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,

Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

Nothing that might be construed to pollute.

Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.

Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.

Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.

Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.

Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific.

No candy or sweets, they were bad for the tooth.

Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.

And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,

Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.

For they raised the hackles of those psychological

Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football; someone could get hurt;

Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.

Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;

And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;

He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,

But you've got to be careful with that word today.

His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;

Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might

Give to all without angering the left or the right.

A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,

Each group of people, every religion;

Every ethnicity, every hue,

Everyone, everywhere, even you.

So here is that gift, it's priced beyond worth.

May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth.

Notice: This poem is copyright 1992 by Harvey Ehrlich.

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