Madeleine Peyroux singing at the beginning of tonight’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy?

So, we finally got a little bit of snow here in Nashville. My friends from Chicago and Ohio don’t call this snow. They think an inch of snow is a joke. But that’s Chicago and this is Nashville. In Nashville if there is even an 80% CHANCE of snow, schools start to close. The bread aisle at the local grocery becomes a yeast-less wasteland. Snow is taken very seriously here. As it should be. Nashvillians can barely drive in the rain. Snow? Are you kidding??

Anyway, I took my cat Charlie (full name: Charlie Parker, of course) out to play in the snow. He is only 11 months old and has never seen snow before, so it was interesting watching him discover something new. Plus, he’s a black cat, so the contrast of his fur against the vast landscape of white was actually quite beautiful. I wonder if Charlie gets lonely. I sometimes think about getting him a girlfriend. He’s been “fixed” already, so their relationship would be pretty much a platonic one. What would I name her, though? I was thinking Chan, which would make sense, but I was told that names that begin and end alike will confuse the kitties. I could name her Dizzy, but what girl wants to be named Dizzy. Billie maybe. Ella. Hm. Ella might be nice. Sarah. Carmen. Dinah. Maybe Ella would be the best choice. Charlie Parker and Ella Fitzgerald have played together before, so it’s not a complete stretch. I could name her Mary Lou, but that sounds to Hee-Hawish, even though Mary Lou Williams was one hell of a piano player. I could name her Clora after Clora Bryant. Of course, not many people would know who Clora Bryant is. And I would say, “Are you kidding? She’s only the first female jazz artist to play in the U.S.S.R!” To which the response would be, “The U.S.S.R? Wasn’t that dissolved back in the 90’s?” To which I would respond, “Yes, but…” So, you can see my dilemma with the whole naming a girl cat Clora. Too political. Let’s see. I always wanted a pet named Mingus, but my girlfriend says that sounds like a disease. “What did him in?” “He contracted Mingus.” “Ohh, what a painful way to go.” “Yeah, his foot fell off.” So, I guess Mingus is out. I guess we’re stuck with Ella. Although, Clora is a beautiful name and with the popularity of Good Night, and Good Luck, perhaps it is only fitting to have a pet that reminds us all of the fall of communism. “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!

And put up a Starbucks. 

 

Weekend is over. Valentine’s Day is near. Is there anyone who truly loves Valentine’s Day? If you have to be told when to be loving and passionate and romantic, then maybe you shouldn’t be doing it. It’s all a sham.

“Scrubs” is one of the best television shows in years but NBC refuses to give it the time slot it deserves. I’m afraid this may be the last season of the show.

I can’t get this Nina Simone song out of my head. “Laziest Gal In Town ”. “It’s not cause I wouldn’t. It’s not cause I shouldn’t. And you know darn well it’s not cause I couldn’t. It’s simply because I’m the laziest gal in town.” I keep playing it over and over again hoping that I will get bored with it eventually. Hasn’t happened yet. Hmm.

I was told recently that I am not verbally effusive when it comes to expressing my emotions. And for the first time, I realized they were right. How scary is that? I always deemed myself aloof and highly introspective. But the truth is I have nothing to say at any time or during any situation. I speak in cliches because honesty scares me. How lame is that? Enlightenment sucks.

I wish they would do another “Bird” movie. I love Clint Eastwood, but man did Bird get robbed with that movie. Forrest Whitaker — excellent. Diane Venora — superb. But when you walk away from the movie, you think more about the demons that this guy had rather than the genius of the man. They will never do another film. They had one shot at it and they blew it. 

While I agree Brokeback Mountain was a good film, it is not the best film of the year in my opinion. Beautifully shot. Great acting but not the best of the bunch. In my opinion, Good Night and Good Luck was the better film. Visually and material-wise, it seemed like a bigger risk to me. Although, I must say, I never thought a movie about gay cowboys would ever be accepted as well as it has been. Word of mouth is a good thing. In fact, all of the best picture nominees were risk-takers this year. I applaud that. Anything that provokes thought has to be good.

Remind me to never go hunting with Dick Cheney.

“Cool disdain. The food of marriage.” Rimbaud wrote that. Is that not a great line? Love it.

Can anyone tell me how the Gastineau Girls got there own television show? Entertainment has really gone into the crapper. Although I never miss an episode of “Grey’s Anatomy”. Love that show!

Who is this Michael Buble fellow? I know I should know him, but contemporary artists scare the hell out of me.

Is Monday morning not the most unbearable morning of the week?

 

 

 

So I enjoyed the game last night. I was pulling for the Seahawks and of course they lost, but I enjoyed the game nonetheless. The commercials were less than stellar, but a few stood out. Budweiser always does a good job with their commercials. And the Sprint commercials surprised me. Ameriquest has a sick sense of humor, so I loved those. But uh…what’s up with Diet Pepsi? Brown and Bubbly? That sounds more like a slogan for Ex-Lax rather than a soft drink. Someone needs to work on their ad campaign in my opinion.