A goal: aside from laughing, I’m gonna die young. I may be 120 years old, but I’ll be young. Hope you’ll be too.
I’ve been watching documentaries on graffiti and street art recently, as well as the Soap tv series from the late seventies. Bean bought it for me last year at some point, as it starred Billy Crystal. I couldn’t remember having seen it growing up, so she thought she’d help jog my memory. It did! Spotted Robert Englund as a cameo cult member which was a bonus.
Here’s one of my plants two years ago, a succulent that knows no bounds at the moment. It began its ascension rapidly, despite being classified as a ground cover plant. It deserves a new photo to capture all the coiling that’s taken place along the stems since then. It’s a weirdo and I like it.
Working on the company catalog (my leastest favoritest project) and watching Candyman, the tale of the Jelly Belly jelly beans inventor. Highlights so far include a Weird Al appearance and the knowledge that there was once a Bean room in which lived a dog named Poopy. Product and name correlation? Hope not. ♦
It’s Shane’s birthday tomorrow- he enjoys Kevin Bacon tremendously, but I’ve restrained myself from gifting him a Friday the 13th Bacon tie-in of some sort.
Speaking of hockey, went to my first game last year, and this pic pretty much captures my favorite thing about the experience: the green lit strips embedded into the pavement at the entrance to the ShoWare Center. Blame it on the mindless oaf in front of me whose violent fanaticism left me struggling to not act out a bout of fanatical violence. Would’ve been fine except for the fact that his seven-to-eightish year old son sat right next to him taking it all in. Plus, our guys- the Thunderbirds- played sloppily, and a little dirty, but not in a fun way. I much admired the other team (which team was it again…) for their grace and ability to actually execute an orchestrated play versus scrappily act on the defense and crudely attempt a helter-skelter grab at the puck. I’m talking out of my bum a bit, having not followed hockey ever, I just know how their abilities compared visually, at least at that particular game.
While watching the Academy Awards this year, I teared up during the memoriam when I saw that Joseph Bologna passed away in 2017. He was a face (more than) from childhood. I was ah, nuts over his show Rags to Riches. ♦