Anyway...enjoy. Val, can you guess which one was capped with you in mind?
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Self-Made
A few caps to "whet" your appetite for more...and better ones from someone else. I have figured out my screen capping problem; i.e., why the photos are "cloudy." I need an HD TV in order to record a better quality picture; the ones I capped from the "professional" DVDs for "Stray" were much clearer. A new TV is not in my budget this year, however, so I shall have to make-do.
Anyway...enjoy. Val, can you guess which one was capped with you in mind?
Anyway...enjoy. Val, can you guess which one was capped with you in mind?
Fat Girl TriFecta
Hold on to your socks; I'm fixin' to let loose with a major rant, and if you have not realized it by now, the one thing this good ol' girl is good at...it's pitching a full-fledged fit. Let me begin by stating, I'm a big girl...always have been...always will be. There is a picture of me...somewhere…when I was about three years old that was taken out in the yard next to my mother’s prize rosebush. It was in color, which we take for granted now, but “back in the day,” color photos were not all that common.
Anyway, there I was...this long legged, willowy blonde child, running through the yard, chasing something…probably one of my brothers. Trust me, willowy didn’t last. By the time I was five, I was a chubby little girl with blah, indistinctive, dishwater brown hair. My explanation: aliens swooped down from the sky…snatched the cute blonde child...and left me in her place. I have absolutely no recollection whatsoever of ever being blonde, cute, or skinny.
Weight has been an issue my entire life. Believe me, I’ve tried everything…including stomach stapling surgery. Nothing works. About ten years ago, I finally reconciled myself to the fact that this is a battle I’m never, EVER going to win. I try to eat healthy things and, contrary to what I look like, I do not eat 24 hours a day, seven days a week. It’s just I realized…skinny ain’t ever gonna happen for me. Well, not in this life anyway.
Now, to the reasons for this post. (Sorry, it took me a while to get here.)
Reason #1: Last week on “Boston Legal,” William Shatner’s character, Denny Crane, fired an employee because she was...fat. That was it...no other reason than she was f-a-t. I don’t know if you watch this show, but I have watched it from the beginning, so I am well-acquainted with the quirky, push the envelope, no holds barred style the show embraces, so I guess I should not have been surprised all that much that they finally got around to trashing us fat folks. (Why not? We're easy targets.) The reason he gave for firing her, besides the fact that she was fat, was because other people tend to gain weight if they’re around fat people, and he didn’t want other staff members getting fat. The employee, of course, sued the firm.
The storyline carried over to this week with the other star of the show, James Spader, who plays attorney Alan Shore, getting involved as Denny Crane’s attorney. Now, since Alan’s claim to fame is that he has never lost a case – at least since coming to this law firm – I had already pretty much deduced what was going to happen, which was...the fat chick was going to get screwed, and she did. The irony was, the judge who heard the complaint was a morbidly obese woman, who Denny Crane described as “looking like an elephant” as she laboriously made her way from her chambers to her chair behind the bench.
As Alan pled his case, he basically said that more employers should take a hard line with fat employees and make them go on diets and exercise. I don’t remember the entire diatribe because I was so incensed by this time, I was afraid I was going to throw an aneurysm. He also concurred with the supposition that "normal-sized" people become fat by associating with fat people. Now, maybe that theory is true, but then shouldn’t the reverse work as well; i.e., fat people can become thin by hanging out with skinny folks.
When the show ended, I emailed ABC about “Boston Legal” – like it will matter – and told them that this episode “jumped the shark” for me, and I would no longer be watching their show. I also told them that, if this was the best programming they could muster, then perhaps it would be better if their writers remained on strike. I know. No one will ever read it, or give a tinker’s damn. It won’t, in fact, make any difference whatsoever, but it sure felt good writing it.
Reason #2: Last night on “Criminal Minds,” they highlighted one of my favorite characters, Penelope Garcia. Garcia is the computer geek who tracks down all the pertinent info for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. She is quirky and funny and – yes – is the resident “fat chick” on the show. In last night’s episode, Garcia stopped off at her usual coffee shop on her way into the office, and she met a guy…a cute guy. She helped him solve some problems he was having with his laptop, they chatted, he asked for her number, and later he called and asked her out on a date.
The heart of the show revolved around the BAU team’s search for, and eventual capture of, a cannibalistic serial killer. (Whatever happened to shows like “Lassie” and “Leave It To Beaver?”) I was afraid to turn out the lights and go to bed when the show was over. But it ended with the cute guy walking Garcia to her doorstep following their date. He flirted with her a bit, acted like he was going to kiss her, walked away, and then turned back to her and - with this whimsical look on his face - he told her he wanted to do something he had been thinking about all evening. Garcia got this little curious, expectant smile on her face. Obviously, she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead, he pulled out a gun... and shot her!
Now I have to wait until next week to see what happens – I should live so long – because, of course, I could not tell from the previews if she lives or dies. I have to admit, I’m more than a little intrigued as to where the writers are going with this. Is the “cute guy” perhaps a serial killer who aspires to systematically rid the world of all the fat chicks? Just my luck.
Reason #3: I got home this evening after work and turned on the USA Network because I knew they were running a LOCI marathon. The episode that was playing just happened to be “Eosphoros.” The one where the chubby girl, April, helps kidnap her atheist grandmother for ransom, but things go awry and grandma ends up dead. At the end, when it is revealed to the hapless April that her massage therapist "boyfriend" - Mitch, the smarmy creep – is, in fact, the murderer, she says to him, “I…I thought you loved me.” Mitch responds by giving her this disgusting look and says to the detectives, “Do you believe this chick?" Then to April, he says, "Have you ever looked at yourself?"
So, that was the proverbial “straw” that broke BobbyG’s back. I wanted to scream! Instead, I sat right down and composed this entirely too long, passion-filled, homage to the plight of all the chubby girls everywhere.
Let me conclude by saying, it is not my intent to offend anyone with this entry. I mean, if you’re lucky enough to be thin…God love ya. But as a fatty, I’ve had enough! I am – pardon the pun – “fed-up” with being told by the media, by so-called society, by the bleepin’ universe in general that only thin, pretty people are worthy, or have value, or are capable of making a viable, productive contribution to this world. It makes me want to hit something…somebody…really, REALLY hard. It makes me want to not get out of bed in the morning.
Anyway, there I was...this long legged, willowy blonde child, running through the yard, chasing something…probably one of my brothers. Trust me, willowy didn’t last. By the time I was five, I was a chubby little girl with blah, indistinctive, dishwater brown hair. My explanation: aliens swooped down from the sky…snatched the cute blonde child...and left me in her place. I have absolutely no recollection whatsoever of ever being blonde, cute, or skinny.
Weight has been an issue my entire life. Believe me, I’ve tried everything…including stomach stapling surgery. Nothing works. About ten years ago, I finally reconciled myself to the fact that this is a battle I’m never, EVER going to win. I try to eat healthy things and, contrary to what I look like, I do not eat 24 hours a day, seven days a week. It’s just I realized…skinny ain’t ever gonna happen for me. Well, not in this life anyway.
Now, to the reasons for this post. (Sorry, it took me a while to get here.)
Reason #1: Last week on “Boston Legal,” William Shatner’s character, Denny Crane, fired an employee because she was...fat. That was it...no other reason than she was f-a-t. I don’t know if you watch this show, but I have watched it from the beginning, so I am well-acquainted with the quirky, push the envelope, no holds barred style the show embraces, so I guess I should not have been surprised all that much that they finally got around to trashing us fat folks. (Why not? We're easy targets.) The reason he gave for firing her, besides the fact that she was fat, was because other people tend to gain weight if they’re around fat people, and he didn’t want other staff members getting fat. The employee, of course, sued the firm.
The storyline carried over to this week with the other star of the show, James Spader, who plays attorney Alan Shore, getting involved as Denny Crane’s attorney. Now, since Alan’s claim to fame is that he has never lost a case – at least since coming to this law firm – I had already pretty much deduced what was going to happen, which was...the fat chick was going to get screwed, and she did. The irony was, the judge who heard the complaint was a morbidly obese woman, who Denny Crane described as “looking like an elephant” as she laboriously made her way from her chambers to her chair behind the bench.
As Alan pled his case, he basically said that more employers should take a hard line with fat employees and make them go on diets and exercise. I don’t remember the entire diatribe because I was so incensed by this time, I was afraid I was going to throw an aneurysm. He also concurred with the supposition that "normal-sized" people become fat by associating with fat people. Now, maybe that theory is true, but then shouldn’t the reverse work as well; i.e., fat people can become thin by hanging out with skinny folks.
When the show ended, I emailed ABC about “Boston Legal” – like it will matter – and told them that this episode “jumped the shark” for me, and I would no longer be watching their show. I also told them that, if this was the best programming they could muster, then perhaps it would be better if their writers remained on strike. I know. No one will ever read it, or give a tinker’s damn. It won’t, in fact, make any difference whatsoever, but it sure felt good writing it.
Reason #2: Last night on “Criminal Minds,” they highlighted one of my favorite characters, Penelope Garcia. Garcia is the computer geek who tracks down all the pertinent info for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. She is quirky and funny and – yes – is the resident “fat chick” on the show. In last night’s episode, Garcia stopped off at her usual coffee shop on her way into the office, and she met a guy…a cute guy. She helped him solve some problems he was having with his laptop, they chatted, he asked for her number, and later he called and asked her out on a date.
The heart of the show revolved around the BAU team’s search for, and eventual capture of, a cannibalistic serial killer. (Whatever happened to shows like “Lassie” and “Leave It To Beaver?”) I was afraid to turn out the lights and go to bed when the show was over. But it ended with the cute guy walking Garcia to her doorstep following their date. He flirted with her a bit, acted like he was going to kiss her, walked away, and then turned back to her and - with this whimsical look on his face - he told her he wanted to do something he had been thinking about all evening. Garcia got this little curious, expectant smile on her face. Obviously, she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead, he pulled out a gun... and shot her!
Now I have to wait until next week to see what happens – I should live so long – because, of course, I could not tell from the previews if she lives or dies. I have to admit, I’m more than a little intrigued as to where the writers are going with this. Is the “cute guy” perhaps a serial killer who aspires to systematically rid the world of all the fat chicks? Just my luck.
Reason #3: I got home this evening after work and turned on the USA Network because I knew they were running a LOCI marathon. The episode that was playing just happened to be “Eosphoros.” The one where the chubby girl, April, helps kidnap her atheist grandmother for ransom, but things go awry and grandma ends up dead. At the end, when it is revealed to the hapless April that her massage therapist "boyfriend" - Mitch, the smarmy creep – is, in fact, the murderer, she says to him, “I…I thought you loved me.” Mitch responds by giving her this disgusting look and says to the detectives, “Do you believe this chick?" Then to April, he says, "Have you ever looked at yourself?"
So, that was the proverbial “straw” that broke BobbyG’s back. I wanted to scream! Instead, I sat right down and composed this entirely too long, passion-filled, homage to the plight of all the chubby girls everywhere.
Let me conclude by saying, it is not my intent to offend anyone with this entry. I mean, if you’re lucky enough to be thin…God love ya. But as a fatty, I’ve had enough! I am – pardon the pun – “fed-up” with being told by the media, by so-called society, by the bleepin’ universe in general that only thin, pretty people are worthy, or have value, or are capable of making a viable, productive contribution to this world. It makes me want to hit something…somebody…really, REALLY hard. It makes me want to not get out of bed in the morning.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Care For A "Scroll"
The USA Network is showing the episode "Stray" this evening. This put me in mind of another "memorable" Bobby scene, so I dug out the LOCI Season 3 DVDs and quickly screen capped the following for "y'all."
You LOCI devotees know the scene well enough, I'm sure. Bobby is working with a "fill-in" detective...Bishop...while Eames is on maternity leave acting as a surrogate for her sister. In this scene, Bobby and Bishop have gone to the clerk's office to check on some marked bills. Bobby is still getting "used" to his new partner, so when she "coughs" as he begins to scroll through the info on the computer screen, he says the following:
"If I'm not scrolling fast enough...
...be my guest."
"No, really. I don't mind."
"You know, Eames likes to drive...
...so she drives."
"You wanna scroll?"
"SCROLL!"
Guess who ended up "master" of the computer? As if there was any doubt.
For the record, Bobby can "scroll" me any ol' time he wants, and twice on Sunday!
You LOCI devotees know the scene well enough, I'm sure. Bobby is working with a "fill-in" detective...Bishop...while Eames is on maternity leave acting as a surrogate for her sister. In this scene, Bobby and Bishop have gone to the clerk's office to check on some marked bills. Bobby is still getting "used" to his new partner, so when she "coughs" as he begins to scroll through the info on the computer screen, he says the following:
"If I'm not scrolling fast enough...
...be my guest."
"No, really. I don't mind."
"You know, Eames likes to drive...
...so she drives."
"You wanna scroll?"
"SCROLL!"
Guess who ended up "master" of the computer? As if there was any doubt.
For the record, Bobby can "scroll" me any ol' time he wants, and twice on Sunday!
Dream Update
Back in early October, I did a post about a "Bobby Dream" I was having that was rudely interrupted by a telemarketing phone call at 1:40a.m. in the morning. Did I say "morning?" How about middle of the freakin' night? Anyway, the call was from the car dealership where I recently purchased a new car, and they were letting their customers know that they were moving to a new location later in the month.
Well, the next day I called the dealership to ask them if all of their customers received such a call, or had I been the solitary lucky customer to be thus awakened in the middle of the night. The young lady, who had obviously handled a number of these calls already, assured me that I was not alone...that there had been a "glitch" in the system. Really, Sherlock? I had managed to deduce that much on my own.
Today, I received a letter from the dealership in which they explained what had happened; i.e., a malfunction in the marketing firm's dialing software that prompted the calls to begin at midnight instead of noon. I figured it was something like that. But here's the best part. To apologize for the inconvenience they caused their customers, they included a coupon for a FREE oil and filter change. That is timely indeed; I was about to schedule a service call.
Now, if they could only give me back my Bobby dream, so I could finally find out what he was about to say to me when he "leaned in." Guess not, huh?
Well, the next day I called the dealership to ask them if all of their customers received such a call, or had I been the solitary lucky customer to be thus awakened in the middle of the night. The young lady, who had obviously handled a number of these calls already, assured me that I was not alone...that there had been a "glitch" in the system. Really, Sherlock? I had managed to deduce that much on my own.
Today, I received a letter from the dealership in which they explained what had happened; i.e., a malfunction in the marketing firm's dialing software that prompted the calls to begin at midnight instead of noon. I figured it was something like that. But here's the best part. To apologize for the inconvenience they caused their customers, they included a coupon for a FREE oil and filter change. That is timely indeed; I was about to schedule a service call.
Now, if they could only give me back my Bobby dream, so I could finally find out what he was about to say to me when he "leaned in." Guess not, huh?
Monday, November 12, 2007
Introducing Esabella Francis
I think I have mentioned in prior posts that I grew up with three older brothers. I never married or had kids, but they all did and, consequently, I was ultimately “blessed” with six nieces and nephews. Then the offspring of my brothers and sisters-in law grew up and they “begat” eight great-nieces and nephews…to date…one of which includes my topic for this entry…Esabella Francis.
Now, I realize that the feminine spelling of Bella’s middle name is more often Frances, but Bella was named after my mother, Mary Francis, and that is how my mom’s parents chose to spell her name.
Back to Bella. She came into this world on December 21, 2004, so she is coming up on her 3rd birthday. (Well, she’s three going on thirty-three.) The child already is a born “shopper” and she loves to go shopping at Wal-Mart. I have a feeling she will develop more refined, sophisticated tastes as she approaches her teen years, and heaven help her parents then, but for now a shopping excursion to Wal-Mart makes her happy. And her drink of choice…at the moment…is chocolate milk...from “Starbucks.” I don’t even shop at Starbucks.
One of my favorite pictures of Bella…so far in her young life…was snapped by my sister-in-law…and Bella’s “Mimi,” Patty…when she was babysitting last fall. Bella was a little under the weather and was feeling a bit…shall we say…“cranky” most of the day. Patty finally managed to coax Bella into the tub for her bath and then got her dressed, but that is when Bella pitched an absolute fit because she didn’t want to wear regular clothes…she wanted to put her P.J.’s back on. No amount of reasoning…well, have you ever tried to “reason” with a two-year old…would convince her otherwise.
The result was the following picture. As you can see by the kaleidoscopic ensemble chosen by our precocious toddler, she decided to go with the “layered” look by donning her pajamas on top of her regular clothes, along with a boa, sunglasses and, of course, every well-dressed toddler’s “must-have” fashion accessory…the poochie. (That’s what we call a pacifier in my family.) Now, the “attitude” that positively oozes in this picture…note the position of the hand and the “annoyed” countenance...well...this little one comes by that honestly from both sides of the family.
I call this one “Maxine As A Child.”
For those of you who are unfamiliar with "Maxine," she is a character on Hallmark greeting cards. She is an acerbic, outspoken, crotchety old woman, who exudes attitude, and I love her wit and candor. It just "speaks" to me.
This is a decidedly different pose of Esabella. I'm not sure when this picture was taken, but happily she consented to wear something besides her jammies for the photographer that day.
Now, I realize that the feminine spelling of Bella’s middle name is more often Frances, but Bella was named after my mother, Mary Francis, and that is how my mom’s parents chose to spell her name.
Back to Bella. She came into this world on December 21, 2004, so she is coming up on her 3rd birthday. (Well, she’s three going on thirty-three.) The child already is a born “shopper” and she loves to go shopping at Wal-Mart. I have a feeling she will develop more refined, sophisticated tastes as she approaches her teen years, and heaven help her parents then, but for now a shopping excursion to Wal-Mart makes her happy. And her drink of choice…at the moment…is chocolate milk...from “Starbucks.” I don’t even shop at Starbucks.
One of my favorite pictures of Bella…so far in her young life…was snapped by my sister-in-law…and Bella’s “Mimi,” Patty…when she was babysitting last fall. Bella was a little under the weather and was feeling a bit…shall we say…“cranky” most of the day. Patty finally managed to coax Bella into the tub for her bath and then got her dressed, but that is when Bella pitched an absolute fit because she didn’t want to wear regular clothes…she wanted to put her P.J.’s back on. No amount of reasoning…well, have you ever tried to “reason” with a two-year old…would convince her otherwise.
The result was the following picture. As you can see by the kaleidoscopic ensemble chosen by our precocious toddler, she decided to go with the “layered” look by donning her pajamas on top of her regular clothes, along with a boa, sunglasses and, of course, every well-dressed toddler’s “must-have” fashion accessory…the poochie. (That’s what we call a pacifier in my family.) Now, the “attitude” that positively oozes in this picture…note the position of the hand and the “annoyed” countenance...well...this little one comes by that honestly from both sides of the family.
I call this one “Maxine As A Child.”
For those of you who are unfamiliar with "Maxine," she is a character on Hallmark greeting cards. She is an acerbic, outspoken, crotchety old woman, who exudes attitude, and I love her wit and candor. It just "speaks" to me.This is a decidedly different pose of Esabella. I'm not sure when this picture was taken, but happily she consented to wear something besides her jammies for the photographer that day.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Excedrin Headache #138
I just loved this scene from "Depths." Bobby was obviously feeling a bit frustrated with the guy he was questioning and it showed on his face. What am I saying? His every thought is on display on that wonderfully expressive face. See what I mean...
After Bobby finished giving his face the "once over," he returned his attention to his hapless quarry, leaned in and said...as only Bobby can...the following: "Dana is like...she's like a black widow, isn't she? And you're just...staring at that red hour glass on her belly...and you're just thinking that...she's not going to bite..."
I don't know why this scene appealed to me the way it did, but it did...enough for me to devote a post to it. Guess somewhere along the way, I made the leap to thinking about Bobby staring at "someone's" belly and then there's the "bite" thing. Need I say more?
Thursday, November 8, 2007
I'm Ready For My Close-Up
This episode, "Depths," had an abundance of splendid close-ups of our dashing detective. I just had to post a few of my favorites. Sorry, they look a little cloudy, but even through the haze, one can recognize this handsome face.
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