Calling Dr. Bombay....

My vacation is coming up next week and I will be spending it in New Jersey. Well, actually at a hotel by the airport for the Dark Shadows Festival. I am a member of the Collinsport Players and we put on skits poking fun at our favorite show. A couple of years ago we had the Golden Girls meet Barnabas Collins. This year we are having characters from Bewitched meet the witch from DS. Lara Parker who played the witch, Angelique will be playing her character once again. I received my script and I am playing Dr. Bombay. What? Am I the only slightly overweight guy in the group with a mustache? Apparently. Usually we read our scripts like a radio play, but this year the director wants us to memorize our lines. What? Do they think I am an actor or something? I'm more an overreactor than actor. Should be a fun time!

At last years Fest, my friend THE producer, sent one of his cameramen over to film our skit in widescreen high-def. I had one lousy line and I still blew it! But at least I have an nice dvd to remember my flub. Here is the cover for the dvd case that I made.

Gotta Dance.....No, Not Really...

I saw Katie Holmes' "So You Think You Can Dance?" clip on YouTube. I thought she was channeling Michael Jackson more than Judy Garland. The outfit looked like something he would wear...all she needed was a sparkly glove. And the answer, Katie, is "No. You can't dance."

Can't We Just Blog Along?

THE author, as you might have figured out, is an author. He'll always be THE author to me. I have been after him for sometime time now to start a blog around his latest book. He gives me all the excuses...I don't have the time...I can't commit to daily or weekly entries...I don't think it will sell books...how do people even find your blog? I have given him my advise, but I do think he would enjoy blogging and it would allow him to help people more and interact with the people he is trying to reach. Any thoughts?

Swing Time

THE author bought me an early birthday present...a free standing hammock. My brother-in-law had one at their lake house and I loved to lay there, read my book, and sway in the breeze. Well, we got it home and I thought a good place for it would be on the screened in deck off the kitchen. I didn't realize that we had picked up the LARGE hammock...the two-man hammock...and not like that is really a bad thing...THE author and I do like to cuddle...however, the only way this thing would fit on the deck was if I tore holes in screens on both ends of the deck! Plan B...we brought the hammock down to the yard level and set it up underneath the deck. I love it! The dogs jump up on it with me, but can't quite figure out what to do, so they crawl all over it and me. Our house backs to a wooded area with a walking path and I lay there and wave to the walkers and sway...

Nice....A Philadelphia swim club, The Valley Club, reneged on a commitment to accept inner-city children once a week to use their pool. After just one trip by the children, the club returned the check saying the kids, "changed the complexion and the atmosphere of the club." Most of the children were black or Hispanic. Gee, I'm not so sure I would use the word complexion at the same time you're kicking kids of color out of the building. More here.

Please Go Away!

Gawd, if I have to hear or see Sarah Palin one more time, I may just off myself. Her resignation speech made about as much sense as any of her interviews with the network news during the election. She should have stayed with being a weather girl or sports news reciter.

New Pic of Grandson...

THE author Prepares for His Recital...

Here is THE author playing the music he will be performing at his recital next weekend.

Fun with Gavin!

Jason brought little Gavin over yesterday afternoon for a visit. Despite what it looks like, I am NOT nursing the baby! We're both just napping. When Jase started giving me crap about the nursing thing, I reminded him that he didn't bring Gavin over just to see me and THE author. He brought Gavin over so that I would babysit all afternoon while he played Xbox. It was a hardship, but I endured it. Gawd the kid is cute...I cannot believe that he sprung from the loins that sprung from my loins....

A Complement...

I was feeling a bit scruffy today so I dropped into the local salon for a quick haircut. Since most of my hair left me in my late twenties, the actual haircut only takes about 6 minutes. I like it super short on the sides, (I'd go with a totally shaved head, but THE author said that all my belongings would be in tuperware tubs on the front porch if I ever came home with one.) and shave all the little hairs that stand up on top. The salon I use is a national chain, and I never see the same stylist more than once. They must have a high turnover of staff. The young lady was very sweet, and I hate getting haircuts. She zipped through the haircut and she said, "You have the nicest bald head that I have ever seen. It is the smoothest, nicest head. Usually the bald heads I see are greasy or sweaty and I just hate touching them." She rubbed the top of my head. "Very nice." Nice indeed. I just hope this doesn't go to my head...