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The last time I was in Canada, my friend took me to a convenience store and ordered me to buy ‘Smarties‘. Wow.
I quickly discovered that Smarties just kill M&M’s (and I like M&Ms). Sadly, Smarties aren’t sold in the good old USA. I’m thinking if people KNEW how good they are, that a Presidential candidate would do well for herself (or himself) with a pledge to bring ‘Smarties’ to the supermarkets, drugstores and Quikie Marts of our country.
It’s going to be bad if: Cuba Gooding is in the movie, if Robin Williams is the star of the movie, if Ben Affleck and/or Jennifer #1 (J-Lo) is in the movie, Ice Cube (how the mighty have fallen) is in the movie, if, sad to say, Jessica Biel is in the movie (come on Jessica, I know you got a good movie in ya) or if the eight funny lines in the movie were all in the trailer.
It’s going to be at least interesting if: Don Cheadle is in the movie, if Christian Bale is in the movie, if Laura Linney is in the movie or if Cate Blanchett is somewhere in there.
We saw ‘Talk to Me‘ tonight. Cheadle deserves Oscar talk for this one. His speech (on the radio, he plays a real-life disk jockey from the 60s/70s) the night Martin Luther King was shot moved the movie from good to great. The music was great as well.
You know it’s gonna blow if it’s ‘_______ III’, cept’ maybe for Rocky III.
If you’re much of a baseball fan you’ve heard of Rick Ankiel. A few years ago, Ankiel was a flame-throwing pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals, touted to be in the Cardinals rotation for years to come, But then, he lost his mojo. He missed home plate as often as charter members of the Anorexia Club. He suddenly could no more throw a pitch to his catcher than Sam Brownback could seriously pitch his agenda to the Gay Alliance. Seriously, it was awful. Unless you are a die-hard Cub’s fan, you had to feel sorry for the guy. A young man destined for stardom suddenly saddled with ‘Steve Blass disease’
He kept trying to make a comeback, but the moment he hit the mound his ability to pitch deserted him faster than comedy club dates for Michael Richards. I saw him once in Memphis on approximately his third comeback. Even in the warm-ups he could barely get the ball to the catcher. In the actual game, he walked the first two batters, hit the third batter, threw a couple of wild pitches, walked the fourth, fifth and sixth batters before being mercifully relieved. I really thought I was present at the end of Ankiel’s career.
But, not so fast, Mr-know-it-all…Ankiel was always a really good hitter. Not just ‘a good hitter for a pitcher’, but a man who knew that the bat was something more to flail three times per plate appearance hoping that the club would accidentally make contact with the ball.
So, Ankiel gave up his dream to be a pitcher, and started working in the outfield at pretty much the lowest level of the minor leagues. He was able to make the throws from the outfield without a batter unwittingly taunting him. He continued to hit. For two long years, he worked his way through the minor league system back to the major league squad.
Last night in his debut for the parent club – the Cardinals, Ankiel started in right field and in a twist way too corny for the movies, hit a home run. Not a dry eye in the house from what I read.
Here’s to the folks who don’t give up. Here’s to their hero – Rick Ankiel. May his career continue to be storybook.
I have god-awful handwriting. My notes should be put on powerpoint slides and presented as mandatory lesson plans for third grade teachers to show their charges what NOT to do when it comes to putting pencil or pen to paper. I’m fascinated by folks whose handwriting has flair along with the functionality of actually being readable. The pinnacle of my penmanship was in the 3rd grade when I learned the cursive language. Rolling downhill from there, I am to the point where I often can’t even decipher my own handwriting.
All of this is to say, I was blown away when I read that there is a newspaper in India that is actually HAND-WRITTEN each day by a team of calligraphers. It’s a Muslim paper, but they actually hire women, which is apparently kind of a lib thing to do in that section of India.
Check this out…somebody should frame each edition. I bet the classifieds are a bi-atch to write!
ht: Melissa Maples – check out her post on the t-shirts she found at a Turkish bazaar!
I may be the last person in the kingdom to have seen this, but you probably won’t mind watching it again if you know the story of a remarkable, rather odd looking, young man in England who was a contestant on the English equivalent of ‘American Idol’. The English version is not necessarily looking for pop stars, as you will see here.
The before and after shots of the judges are worth noting. From a near-sneer to adulation, in just a couple of minutes. In my case, my eyes start getting dusty about 1:20 into this clip.
Ladies and Gentlemen – Paul Potts
Talent and worth aren’t always packaged in any way, shape or form we can predict.