In the magnificent Broadway Musical, Guys and Dolls, there's a character named Nicely Nicely. I've always liked that guy, just because of his name. Whenever I see that Guys and Dolls is on television, I always change the channel. Frank Sinatra and Marlon Brando were exceptional in the movie version. Marlon Brando was a complete hottie when he was young, wasn't he? I can totally imagine that all the ladies were falling over themselves around him back in the day. I like to watch him sing "Luck Be A Lady" What I really love about Guys and Dolls, however, is the language of the characters. How they speak, their enunciations and word emphasis, is part of the fun of the play/movie. If you haven't seen the film, rent it and check it out.
They certainly don't make musicals like they used to. The classics, like Singin' In The Rain or Hello Dolly!, would cost an entire country to make these days. There's no guarantee of profit, either. It's just as well--I like the old musicals, the old movies. Not as many distractions cluttering up the screen, so you get to the meat of the moments quickly. On The Waterfront would lose something in the translation, if they tried to make that today.
After my adventures on Mother's Day, I have been going out in the backyard to verify that no extraneous dead MouseRats have breached the perimeter. I don't imagine that anyone else does that, but it's for my own sanity. And if my crazy cat Pounce, who lives underneath my bed, brings me any MouseRats? I'll faint dead away, thus diminishing my reputation as a Texas Native. Which is patently unfair. I wouldn't faint for a rattlesnake, or a bobcat, or most anything else except a cockroach. But one darn MouseRat will ruin the whole thing!
I just realized that it's been nearly a year since the last time I set my kitchen on fire. Of course, I haven't really been cooking lately, either. Larry turned on the oven and left a loaf of bread on the burner. I caught that in time, thank goodness, since plastic emits toxic fumes when burned. I suppose that this means that I need to test out the fire extinguisher to make sure it is in good working order.
There's a commercial on these days, where a husband comes down for breakfast looking like an NBA star, possibly Kevin Durant. I don't know who all these people are unless I can see the back of their jersey, and this guy was wearing some jammies. Anyway, the kid is exclaiming about his dad not looking like himself, and the mom...well, she's staring. She silences her child, and sends him out to play, saying in a husky voice, "I have some things that I'd like for your father to do." There's some misdirection in that statement, which we realize in the next scene. I like commercials like that--a little play on words, a little misdirection, and a big payoff. I have no idea what they're selling, but I liked the commercials.
This is only the third picture taken of my son and I. We are at the Alamo, and I had to hold him still for a second, but we got the picture. Yay! Maybe some day we will actually be able to pose for pictures somewhere. I'm actually taller that it looks in the picture, but I had to bend over to keep the boy from bolting off to the people selling raspas(snowcones).
Go visit Miss Stacy today, she'd would love visitors!