A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
Her last photo.
Alfie left us on the evening of October 23 after a full and happy day of walking and romping in the neighborhood, playtime, treats, mealtimes, and plenty of naps. We were blessed beyond measure to have her for 13 1/2 years.
They do not live long enough.
We miss her so much.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Max Lucado is OK in small amounts, but in book, or any other extended form, his formula gets stale quickly, and the artificiality of his “voice” becomes quite apparent. It’s not that he’s without insights or writing ability…he has both. It’s that the presentation doesn’t work in anything longer than a page or two. I didn’t care for this book.
This is a really nice guidebook to the Battlefield at Gettysburg. I have never been there, but the history is really brought to life, and tied in with a landscape that the author is clearly intimately familiar with. It put me there, and made me really want to pay a visit. Good stuff.
Mr. Moo!!!
Miss Pearly-Whirly. So-called by me because she is never in focus because she never. stops. moving.
Rocco, the sweetest cat ever!
There’s something weird going on with the physiology of this guy…
Just saying hi to one of the neighbors…
Halloween has gotten a tad more…intense…since I was a kid…
This is more my speed…
Keeping an eye or two on the Halloween goings-on…
Not sure what’s going on here, but my guess is, they’ve overwatered their lawn…
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Riding out the accursed Great Pacific Airshow in a park far away.
Alfie, the aggressive picknicker says, “Make me a plate, human!”
A wee bit of fallish color.
She’s thinking this air show avoidance thing ain’t half bad.
It’s that time of year, and there’s not always going to be a superhero and first responder around to help you.
‘Tis the season!
40. GRIZZLY (1976)
A gloriously inept rip-off (almost scene-by-scene) of “Jaws.” Truly laughably stupid in ever way. The better you know that shark flick, the funnier it is.
Verdict: I watched it with the assistance of the guys from RiffTrax. Here, check it out for yourself!
41. MY MAN GODFREY (1936)
I’ve never been as fond of this as many are, but William Powell can do no wrong, and he’s miraculous in it. Everyone else was too grating for me to care about, even the normally lovable Lombard.
Verdict: See it for Powell. He is, as always, a complete and utter joy and makes the movie, as he does every movie he’s in.
42. LAWRENCE OF ARABIA (1962)
What a freaking masterpiece this is. Dazzling visuals, intelligent and nuanced writing, a magnificent score, and superb performances. I know I’m supposed to revere Gregory Peck’s Oscar winning turn in “To Kill a Mockingbird,” but I don’t. Peter O’ Toole’s performance is imbued with genius and HE WAS ROBBED.
Verdict: One can’t help but not, in contemporary reviews, that one is supposed to be all bothered about “race-swapping” in the casting of this film (e.g. Alec Guinness playing an Arab). But since race-swapping is everywhere nowdays in all manner of productions, all I can say is…just shut up. Guinness is terrific and so is Anthony Quinn. Deal.