Showing posts with label Crying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crying. Show all posts

Thursday, August 03, 2017

Random Musings

... that Tweet is how Chelsea Clinton reacted to a story on Golf.com about _____ telling members at his Bedminster Golf Club that the “White House is a real dump.”

This is how social media responded ...

Carlos and I had a bit of a Date Night last week and went to see The Big Sick and then have some dinner.

The film is the true story of Kumail Nanjiani, a Pakistani comic, who meets an American girl named Emily at one of his shows. Now, Kumail’s family wants to arrange a marriage for him with a Pakistani girl, and when Emily finds out he’s been keeping that secret she breaks up with him. But then Emily comes down with an illness that leaves her in a coma, and so Kumail goes to the hospital to sit with her until her parents arrive.

The film made me laugh out loud—notice I did not LOL—when Emily’s father asked Kumail, a Muslim, how he felt about 9/11. Naturally, Kumail, being a comedian, answered like this:
“It was devastating. We lost nineteen of our best guys.”
Inappropriate humor? Check.

Later in the film, when it appears Emily may never recover, Kumail sits with her and tells her that if she wants to, she can go ... but if she wants to stay that would be okay, too.

That’s when I cried, because it’s almost exactly what I said to my mom when I was sitting by her side the day she died.

Big laughs; big tears. The Big Sick is a movie that will make you laugh out loud and then burst into tears ... or maybe that’s just me?
Moments after the swearing-in of General John Kelly as his new Chief of Staff following another week of White House chaos, _____ told reporters that Kelly will do a "spectacular" job.  Then, as he does, _____ proceeded to detail all his own "accomplishments," including unemployment, the stock markets, and consumer optimism because ... narcissist.

But, oddly, even for _____, after speaking to reporters, he dismissed them by saying, "we'll see you in the board room."

There was a meeting of _____ and his cabinet secretaries that morning, but the name of the room in which the meetings take place is the Cabinet Room, not the Board Room.

Maybe he thinks he’s still doing The Apprentice or maybe he’s just fucking out of his mind.
From the Do-They-Know-They’re-Hypocrites files ... last week, Budget Director Mick Mulvaney said that official White House policy is for the Senate to stay focused on repealing ObamaCare and not go home for vacation.

This was on the same day that _____ left for his 43rd—and, no, that is not an exaggeration—trip to one of his golf properties.
So, I was living in California—Sacramento, to be exact—when the Unabomber trial was going on out there. It was kind of crazy because there were certain buildings and streets that you were not allowed to be near during the day for security reasons. So, naturally, I watched MANHUNT The Unabomber, a eight-part series, on television.

Luckily, while the story is intriguing, it also features Sam Worthington, formerly of Starz’ Spartacus: Blood and Sand .... and Lotsa Nude Men [I added that last bit] and Paul Bettany as Ted Kaczynski.

Now, I know Kaczynski was a homegrown white male terrorist, Bettany is still pretty cute.

Just sayin’.
And I have also been intrigued by Virginia Congressman Scott Taylor after he made the list of Republicans who spoke out against _____’s transgender ban.

Sometimes Republicans do the right thing and look good whilst doing so.
So, Chris Christie went to the ball park ... well, the snack counter at the ball park ... and while walking down the stairs, a man in the crowd heckled him, calling him a ‘hypocrite’ and a ‘sucker.’

Christie came back up, got in the man’s face and screamed at him ... without spilling his plate of nachos.

Just saying, he can berate a man in public and still save his food.

I’ll take ‘Asshats Who Will Never Be President’ for $100, please, Alex.
Danica Roem is a transgender woman, a journalist and a singer in a metal band; she’s also a Democrat.

Bob Marshall is a Republican member of Virginia’s House of Delegates who has sponsored some of the most socially conservative legislation in Virginia, including a measure this year to restrict the bathrooms transgender people can use.

Roem is challenging Marshall for his seat in the state House of Delegates, and if she wins, she would be the first openly transgender candidate to serve in a state legislature.

Marshall is clearly worried because he is sending out an email blast defending his record and saying he respects every person “because we are all made in our Creator’s image.”

Nice, though hard to believe because he then says:
“I’m not trying to tell people like Danica, formally Dan, how to live their life, and likewise they should not be forcing their views and behaviors on the rest of us.”
Not a view, not a behavior, Bob; it’s a life. And for you to say things like “formally Dan” is the height of bigotry and that alone is reason enough to kick your transphobic ass to the curb.
After that story, I feel like people should show up to Bob Marshall events wearing that shirt Frank Ocean wore during a recent concert.

Just sayin’.
From the Are They Really Gonna Do This file ... while _____ was promoting a transgender military ban, his spokes-moron, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, decided to start off a White House press briefing by reading a letter from a constituent ... a 9-year-old boy named Dylan.

Sanders announced that she’d be reading letters at the start of some briefings “to remind us a little more often of some of the forgotten men, women, and children that we’re here to serve and that the president is fighting for.” Or, better said, because the Orange Man needs his tiny ego stroked ... or something.

Dylan, who also goes by the name “Pickle,” wrote:
“My name is Dylan, but everybody calls me Pickle. I’m nine years old and you’re my favorite president.”
And we’ll stop ... “favorite”? Or is that just because Mommy and Daddy said so, because it gets ickier now ...
“I like you so much that I had a birthday party about you.”
Stopping. A _____ Child’s Birthday Party? Did they play Bankruptcy? Did they play Pin The Hand on the Pussy? Liar Liar?
“My cake was the shape of your hat.”
Not his tiny hands. But then Dylan asked how old Trump was—because he acts like a child?—and how big the White house was ... which caused Sanders, during a press briefing, to rattle off a long list of facts about the property. Dylan goes on:
“I don’t know why people don’t like you.”
Um, Dylan, may I? It’s because he’s unhinged—that means insane; it’s because he’s a racist, misogynist, anti-immigrant, anti-Muslim, anti-LGBTQ moron with no experience running a country ... unless it’s into the ground.

I know you’re nine, Dylan, but grow up, fast, because by the time you get to vote, if people like your parents have their way, this country will be a shit-show. M’kay?

Oh, and after reading Pickles’ letter, Sanders threatened to end the briefing early if reporters asked about ____ banning transgender people from the military.

Yup, a letter from a kid and no discussion of the president’s bigotry and hatred.
Last week, at a rally night in Ohio, _____ made a joke—not really a joke because the man has no sense of humor—about having his face inscribed alongside Presidents Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt, and Lincoln on Mount Rushmore.

And Twitter replied:


To be fair, one day another president could be added to the monument, but not the man who, after six months in office, has yet to pass any major legislation, who has the lowest approval ratings since approval ratings began, and hasn’t fulfilled one single promise he made during his campaign.

For example: he promised to end ISIS within thirty days.

Didn’t do it.

Thursday, September 01, 2016

Random Musings

Carlos is a procrastinator of epic proportions and I have learned over the last sixteen years to never get ready to go before he gets ready to go. See, if I get ready first, I end up sitting and waiting and waiting for him to do almost anything but getting ready.

This past Sunday we were headed out to run some errands and I asked him to get ready. But first he wanted to show me a ceiling fan he’d seen online and thought we could use … so I waited.

Sidenote: to be fair, while the one he liked was kinda awful, we found a beautiful one that we both liked and may end up buying.

Meanwhile, back to Carlos. After viewing pages of ceiling fans, I again said, ‘Let’s go,’ and left the room; a few minutes later I went back and he was on Facebook so I muttered something passive aggressive as I am wont to do and went back to the living room to wait.

And then, many, many, minutes later he comes out and he’s dressed and ready to go. I ask him to put the dog in the sunroom while I change clothes … which I did in about ninety-seconds.

Now I’m ready … but where’s Carlos? Oh, yeah, he decided that was the time, the only time, to trim MaxGoldberg’s nails and so I find him in the laundry room with Max cowering on the dryer getting his nails clipped.

And I wait. And finally, again, he’s ready; he puts Ozzo in the sunroom, I grab the car keys and head to the garage. I open the garage door and get into my car and start the engine; where’s Carlos?

Oh, there he is, at the door, ready to come into the garage, and then he’s gone. And he’s gone. And he’s gone. And he’s gone. And … I am growing annoyed.

Finally, he appears — after I have been passively aggressively beeping the horn — and walks to the car, opens the passenger door, and slides into the passenger seat … of his car! 

Yes, I am sitting in the driver’s seat of my car and staring at him sitting in the passenger seat of his car.

I start laughing hysterically … on and on and on and on; it was so funny I completely forgot to be annoyed at his procrastination.
After a year of anti-immigrant rhetoric, and calling Mexicans rapists and drug dealers and murderers and saying he’d build a wall and Mexico would pay for it, The [t]Rump expects us to believe that during his trip to Mexico yesterday — where, in front of Mexicans, he heaped praise on hard-working immigrants — that he didn’t discuss the wall and Mexico cutting a check for it?

F**king lying carnival barker.
Let me get this queer:

Colin Kaepernick sits out the National Anthem as a protest to racial inequality in this country and he is vilified for it.

Ryan Lochte gets drunk in Brazil, vandalizes private property and then lies about it for days on end and gets on Dancing With The Stars.

I'll sit with Kaepernick.
I'm not saying this is me ... and I'm not saying it isn't me ... I'm just saying I could be Linus.
You know, you have to take political polls with a grain of salt, but I find this one especially, if not telling, at least hysterical.

Public Policy Polling released a new poll on The [t]Rump which shows that he is less popular than middle seats on airplanes … and no one likes the middle seat, you know.

The better news is that people do like [t]Rump more than bedbugs, though I’m sure some think he is a bedbug.

However, among black and Latino voters, not only do bedbugs beat The [t]Rump, but more people prefer the bubonic plague, mosquitoes, Ryan Lochte, and carnies over him.

All in fun, but then this is interesting … among black voters, 97% find [t]Rump unfavorable while 3% are unsure of him, which means that not one black voter included in the survey have a favorable opinion of The [t]Rump .

Suh-nap.
Speaking of [t]Rump — and then I’ll stop — his doctor, one Harold Bornstein, recently revealed that he wrote that letter predicting [t]Rump would be the “healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency” in 5 minutes while the [t]Rump limo waited downstairs.

After being asked to write the letter, the doctor spent all day thinking of what to say and came up with bupkis but then he said he channeled his inner [t]Rump, using “his kind of language and then just interpreted it to my own.”

And remember this man whom Bornstein says would be the healthiest president ever is the same man who fifty years ago was too sick to go to Vietnam.

Just sayin’.
Anne Marie produced a list of questions over on her blog last week and I decided to answer them — go here, From My Brain To My Mouth, to read them all and maybe take part.

One question was ‘When was the last time you cried?’

Well, I’m a crier … sue me … so, it took me a second to recall that I had teared up last Saturday afternoon during a Logo Golden Girl’s marathon, most notably, the episode where Sophia’s cross-dressing son has died and she cannot cry for him.

Finally, at the very end it hits her and she begins to weep, saying, “My boy is dead.”
I cried, too.

But later on, during the Anne Marie Questionnaire, was a question about the last movie I saw. That would be a movie we watched Saturday night called Love is Strange, about an older gay couple who fall on hard times and lose their home. They are forced to live separately for some time, and just before getting back together one of them dies.

I cried then, too. yeah, again, I cried … sue me.
We recently watched a little film about the building of the gardens at Versailles called A Little Chaos. It starred Kate Winslet, whom I have dubbed the Young English Meryl Streep but this isn’t about her, it’s about her co-star, Matthias Schoenaerts.

Schoenaerts is a Belgian actor, film producer and, this is new, a graffiti artist; he’s also smoldering.

Just sayin’.
One of the main reasons Carlos and I landed in South Carolina from Florida is the fact that we went through a bad year with hurricanes in 2005 and 2006; Katrina ripped the roof off our home and Wilma came later and tore down the fence. We were tired of hurricanes and so ten years ago this fall we moved north.

Cut to this morning and we’re watching the weather about the latest tropical storm/hurricane, Hermes, becoming the first hurricane to hit Florida in ten years.

Wait. What? There hasn’t been a hurricane in Florida since we left and this Hermes fella is bearing down on Florida and then heading to South Carolina??

Lord, if it wasn’t for bad luck we’d have no luck at all.

Just kidding, we both found it funny that the reason that caused us to move north stopped almost as soon as we left.

Oh well, we good use some rain.

Friday, February 26, 2016

Bring Me To Tears ....



I always liked Kelly ... she was my favorite on season one of American Idol and each week she was impressive with her range and her power and her voice.

This, the last season of Idol Kelly returned to judge and then sing a little ...

Once again, she won the show with a song about her father abandoning her and her husband putting her back together ... I cried watching it last night and cried again this morning when I showed it to Carlos.

Breath.Taking.
Piece by Piece
And all I remember is your back

Walking towards the airport leaving us all in your past
I traveled 1500 miles to see you
Begged you to want me
But you didn't want to

But piece by piece you collected me

Up off the ground but you abandoned things
And piece by piece you filled the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and no
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece
He restored my faith
That a man can be kind
And a father could stay

And all of your words fall flat

I made something of myself and now you wanna come back
But your love isn't free
It has to be earned
Back then I didn't have anything you needed
So I was worthless

But piece by piece you collected me

Up off the ground but you abandoned things
And piece by piece you filled the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and no
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece
He restored my faith
That a man can be kind
And a father could stay

Piece by piece...
Piece by piece I fell far from the tree

I would never leave her like you left me
She will never have to wonder her worth
Because unlike you I'm gonna put her first
He'll never walk away
He'll never break her heart
He'll take care of things
He'll love her
Piece by piece
He restored my faith
That a man can be kind
And a father should be great

Piece by piece...

Friday, June 05, 2015

Some Men Cry, Why Be Snarky About It?

I’m a crier, okay? Sue me. Music can make me weep; a sad movie causes my eyes to well up with tears; a Cheerios commercial has been known to make me blink back tears. I wept at my wedding; I choked up when our friends David and Neal got married. And I’m okay with that; I have my feelings and if you don’t like ‘em, well, too bad, so sad.

But, seriously, a man cries and someone has to take to Twitter to mock him?

Yup, when Adam Harris got married, a picture was taken — as happens on wedding days — of Adam looking more than a little weepy when he caught sight of his bride, Tisa Forrest; he explains it like this:
"When she emerged through the doors I couldn't hold it in. She looked gorgeous."
First off, Adam’s pretty hot, too, but this post isn’t all about that.

Someone with the Twitter handle Meninist — obviously a take-off on Feminist — saw the photos, he Tweeted this:


Now, the Meninist Tweeter Twit is supposed to be a parody site, but it didn’t come off that way to Adam, a writer in Austin, who says he knew Meninist was trying to make a joke, found it simply unfunny and responded with this:


And here are a couple of Twitterers who joined in:


Once again, Adam’s hot — just had to slip that in one more time — and he obviously was overcome by emotion on his wedding day and began to rear up when he saw the woman he loved and wanted to spend his life with, so, is that such a bad thing?

I think, and, yeah, I’m goin’ there again, that it’s kinda hot.
story and photo source: HuffPo

Thursday, January 03, 2013

Random Musings

Well, since New Year's Day is the big football day, and since Carlos and I are such fans, we plopped ourselves in front of the TV and watched every single......
Yeah, we went to see Les Miserables, starring Hugh Jackman and his Huge Ackman.
I'm still trying to digest it.
Don't get me wrong, i loved it; Anne Hathaway's I Dreamed A Dream was heart-wrenching. But it's not your father's musical. No big show-stopping numbers; the singing was so intimate and yet the story was so big, you were really drawn into the film. Sometimes with musicals, the singing tends to stop the show, but not in this case. It really moved the story along,
Plus, well, as shallow as I am, Eddie Redmayne--on the right, up there--as Marius was delicious to watch. Of course, then we had to watch My Week With Marilyn because Eddie was in that, too, although the revelation was Michele Williams, so perfect as Marilyn.
So, perhaps John Boehner, who last cried when he became Speaker of the House, might shed a few more tears. It seems even his own party is fed up with Boehner and many want him removed as Speaker.
Cue the waterworks.
Throw a little, well, not so little, Chris Christie ire into the mix--he's annoyed that Boehner and the GOP have failed to act on allocating funds for Hurricane Sandy Relief-- and Boehner really might have a reason to cry this time.
New Years Eve, because I loves me some Broadway, we watched Live From Lincoln Center on PBS. The show, One Singular Sensation, was a tribute to Marvin Hamlisch, and was planned well before his sudden passing last year, but went on anyway as a tribute to his music.
I appreciate Hamlisch's talent, but I watched because it featured Audra McDonald, one of the Great Voices I have ever heard. I'd listen to her sing the Phone Book, seriously.
Plus, well, as shallow as I am, it also featured delicious Latino-American, and openly bisexual, hunk, Raul Ezparza.
Out there to Michigan way,  Governor Rick Snyder, a Republican, of course, signed a bill that creates new regulations for abortion clinics and doctors. This bill requires doctors to screen patients to make sure they haven't been "coerced' into having an abortion, because, you know, women are like that; they can be easily manipulated and make the choice for abortion as easily as they decide what shoes to wear.
"To be screened for coercion is a reasonable thing," Snyder said. "It is really a question of women's health and safety."
Actually, it's a chance to make a woman feel like she doesn't have a choice in her own decisions regarding her body.
Hilary Clinton, who, if you believe FoxNews and the Wingnut Faction of the GOP, faked a stomach virus and a fainting spell, and a blood cot in her head just to avoid testifying about Benghazi, was released from the hospital and headed home.
Get well, Madame Secretary. You'll need to be in fighting form when you win the White House in 2016.