Thursday, January 29, 2015

Still Very Moving



Anabelle finished her second season as part of the Danceworks’ Moving Company.  Once again, I am very proud that she is a member of a group that has been bringing performances to Rehabilitation and Senior Care centers in the area for twenty years.

This year, I managed to learn some new things myself. 

Monday, January 26, 2015

Short treks season 1.3


“Dagger of the Mind”
Air Date: November 3, 1966

Mom Title: “Insane Asylum with Inspector Luger”

Here in the future they have replicators to create all their food and clothes, but drugs have to be physically carried around space in big old barrels. 
Why?
Because otherwise we wouldn’t have a story. Go with it, OK?

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Aye! Robot!

Last week’s movie review is going to look positively current compared to this one.

Sadly, other than the inability to concentrate on anything for more than thirty seconds at a time, I have no excuses for tardiness this time around.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Thursday, January 15, 2015

G. I Joe: Reta-late-tion

Hey, I saw G. I. Joe: Retaliation!


I made fun of the first one, but did like it.  That meant seeing this was inevitable.

Fine…

I realize this review is 658 days late, but I believe there is acceptable justification for my delay.


Monday, January 12, 2015

Monday, January 5, 2015

George Awards: And…We’re Watching

Warning
This post contains bad, foul, filthy and unacceptable language - the words that “will curve your spine, grow hair on your hands and maybe, even bring us, God help us, peace without honor.”

This is not a post for children.  Kids, take a hike. 
This is also not a post for those adults who are offended by this type of language.  Do yourself a favor, and go read some of my cute stuff before moral outrage can kick in.
End of Warning.


Thursday, January 1, 2015

Return to Dance, or Was I Supposed to Remember This?

The room always looks a little blurry when I spin.
Prologue:
We skipped a semester because Rosa had knee surgery.  Well before the summer started we forgot just about everything, which meant the wedding at the end of the summer left both of us constantly asking, “Which dance is this?”  Closely followed by, “and how does that go?”


There were brief flashes of Latin music, where Rosa would explode into the proper moves, and I’d get out of the way.  This never lasted very long, because the DJ was big on mixing songs before they were half over.

That technique caused me nearly infinite problems as I usually required half the song just to find the beat.

Luckily, we made it out alive and were able to return to Tony’s instruction.