Thingy

  I'm not a big fan of science fiction and the only reason I started watching 'Stranger Things,' was out of boredom. I do like all the characters, some more than others. (Hello, Joe 😘😘) it's just the story is lame. Sorry, fans.  We all love it when kids save the world from evildoers. I'm having a hard time trying to decipher who the evil guys are here. I still don't know why certain children, like Eleven, are needed. The monsters are pretty cool. They seem to be the monster du jour. The movie, "A Quiet Place,' has the same monsters with the Venus fly trap type head. I nearly made it through episode four of season five but just went and looked up what happened. It's not over, however. More episodes will be coming in spits and bits. Supposedly this is the very last in the series. Will I watch the rest? The magic eight ball says, "unlikely." Here are a few suggestions I found to be much better, where children saved our butts while the adult...

  Whenever I get bored with a movie or television show, I start looking at the extras. I try and keep track of how many times an extra walks into the scene. Sometimes, the first walk they'll be alone, then maybe they'll be with someone the next time. I get annoyed with CSI, any CSI, as the mc's talk while people walk in the background with clipboards trying to look important, as if they are on a mission, although they just wander back and forth. I always wonder what extras talk about when they are sitting behind the action? AI says they repeat, "Peas and carrots." I'm going to remember that. I heard they are told not to be animated and try to act naturally. I recently saw a story about the infamous scene in Modern Family where an extra , a woman was sitting by herself, but was pretending to talk to an invisible entity. And who can forget the scene in, 'North by Northwest,' in the lodge where Eva Marie Saint shoots Cary Grant? A boy covers his ears sec...

  Turkey Day is done. It took me all day to clean the debacle which I don't mind because my guests enjoyed themselves. I did not. I think I overdid, overthought and over planned so much that by Thanksgiving day I was plummeting. I started the day with the aura in the eye which warns me a migraine is coming. I can usually stop them in time. But I was so stressed out my shoulders hurt and I only nibbled on a few dishes I had been looking forward to all week, like Max Miller's (or Dracula's) Paprika Hendl, albeit with faux chicken. The guests loved it. I've never really felt so weird before so I was a bit concerned, although, I feel fine now after sleeping for ten hours and finally eating some leftovers. (The chicken paprikash was delicious) Normally right after Thanksgiving I start bringing out the Christmas stuff, but I've decided I'm not doing it this year. A grinch I shall be. I'm also not hosting this year, which is a relief, yet... I love to plan a party....

I won't be shopping on Black Friday because I have no money and I got a peek at what was on sale and had zero interest in buying a 55" television or a laptop. The last time I went out to shop on the day after Turkey Day was years ago when I went into Chicago by train and regretted every damn second. People everywhere. I felt like a sardine in a greased tin. It was like riding a wave of desperate humanity as I was being swept along. It was rather terrifying, especially for this introvert. It didn't really seem to matter because no one noticed me- no one noticed anyone. It was walk walk walk, sometimes someone would be sucked into a store to be replaced by someone being ejected. The only money I remember spending was buying a homeless guy a cup of coffee. I also bought lunch for a woman and her three children, who said they were hungry, and were conviently standing in front of a Subway sandwich shop. I saw no deals. I did walk into a fancy schmancy store and was completely i...

 Take heart. We'll get through this. Hug someone today. Here is a picture of my Thanksgiving cactus which has impeccable timing. 

  Welp. I did not want to read it, but after watching Joanna Coles and Michael Wolff mention the sonnet, I went there. I'm thoroughly confused as to who these people are, all writing memoirs. It's like a he said, she said, public argument. All I know is Robert F. Kennedy Jr. is off his rocker. Men love blow jobs, I get that. It's the messiest, ugliest sexual act anyone performs. Well, probably not because I've read things this week I could have lived without knowing. I was this close. I'm not sure if his idea of a bj a sexual act rather than one of dominance. Here is the brain fart for you to peruse.  Ah, so very touching. Brings tears to me eyes. It's disgusting, sophomoric, bizarre and creepy as fuck. It's funny because it's so very bad and yet it's written by a lunatic who wants to force her, as in Olivia Nuzzi's mouth open and squeeze her nose shut. That part is not at all laughable, but he ends it with, "My Love." An afterthought, ...