Danse Macabre

ARE YOU UP for

(Yeah, because I'm a tad wacked <--I rather like to call it "The Magic That is Me"--> this clippy reminds me to remind you that the Footloose remake opens nationwide on October 14, 2011.)

some pre-Halloweenie jitter bugging?
Me, too! So, take a look (and give a listen) to
The Black Lillies' "Two Hearts Down":


(Don forget
to first unplug my Playlist!)

Two Hearts Down - The Black Lillies - The Black Lillies Videos

Great song AND great make-uppiness, eh?!
Gets me to thinking
TWO WORDS:

BOOGA! BOOGA!

GOT ANOTHER little minute for me?
SUPER!
Take a look, then, at this other "scary"
I un-archived today:


(This must have been incredibly weird for the "Ricardos," eh?)
YIKES ALIVE! (The "baby" collector, who doesn't know I lifted these pics from her family album said, "Sure, you can borrow these images--heck, take whatever you want,"writes: "One of my favorites was Ricky Jr., a gift for Christmas 1953!...The birth of this special little baby was a much anticipated event, which was filmed in November 1952 and aired in January 1953."

GOOD GOD, did she think this doll was *gulp!* real?!

AS A KID, I was pretty much afraid of everything.
But, man! If I had found


"somebody" like this
waiting for me under the tree, come Santa Claus morning,
I WOULD HAVE FREAKED!

Time for bedly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and Zuzie.

How to Get A Head in Life Without Really Trying

WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly departed Microfiction Monday left off, by asking the burning question:

How low
can you go?

(THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale! This Monday's assignment is "sagacious," which I chose to skip since that smitch of the game is optional. <–Whew! and thank God, because I don't need that kind o' presha!)

HERE’S August 29th’s picture
AND my story:

For June and Lotta, holiday weekends were all about heading to the airport baggage carousel to pilfer pieces of luggage like they were grab bags. “Once I got me one of them genuine shrunkin’ hades!” prouded Junie. –37 words

FOUR more WORDS:

Please Valise, stop the insanity!

Time to get packingly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.

Real Hot Shots!

I'M EXCITEY!
I've got a new opening act!
You're probably already giving them a listen,
because

Pistol Annies (Miranda Lambert, Angaleena Presley, and Ashley Monroe)
singing "Lemon Drop"
is the cream of my Playlist!
Sure, why not?! Let's sing along:

My muffler's tied on with a guitar string
I owe $even thou$and dollar$ to a bank machine
Before this car is ever really mine
And some fine day I'll drive her downtown
Get a burger, fries and a Royal Crown
Thankin' God that I'll never have to pay another dime

My life is like a lemon drop
I'm sucking on the bitter to get to the sweet part
I know there are better days ahead

I got dirty shirts and worn-out jeans
I owe two dozen quarters to a washing machine
Before these clothes will really shine
But I got me a man that just doesn't care
If his little darlin's got underwear
I know someday I'm gonna be his wife

My life is like a lemon drop
I'm sucking on the bitter to get to the sweet part
I know there are better days ahead

I got thrift store curtains in the windows of my home
I'm paying for a house that the landlord owns
Bought a TV on a credit card
It'll take me ten years to pay it off
But some fine day I'll be drinking a beer
In a big backyard I won free and clear
Oh, I know, there's better days ahead

So, I'll play my hopes and play my dreams
Just like two coins in a slot machine
Sing "Glory Hallelujah" if everything works out fine

My life is like a lemon drop
I'm sucking on the bitter to get to the sweet part
I know there are better days ahead

Lord, I know I know there are better days ahead
Thank God

By the by,

HAPPY
Jack Handey
WEDNESDAY!


I just got to get me one of these
Annie Get Your Gun bling-things from kaboodle!

"IF I LIVED back in the Wild West days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like ‘Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!’ and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, ‘That's right, it's a soldering iron. The Soldering Iron of Justice.’ Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the Soldering Iron of Justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.

Now,
FOUR WORDS:

(Baked just for you by Legalize Frostitution!)
Who wants a cupcake?!

AmITheFrostingOrWhat-ly?!
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.

Last Chance to Live Out Loud: TONITE!

The Fab Final Four:

Damian McGinty, Samuel Larsen,
Lindsay Pearce, and Alex Newell.

Overture, curtains, lights,
This is it, the night of nights!
TGP Sneakpeek: The Choreography 110 (sponsored message 17 seconds)

No more rehearsing and nursing a part,
We know every part by heart!

Overture, curtains, lights
This is it, you'll hit the heights!
And oh what heights we'll hit
On with the show this is it!
Tonight what heights we'll hit
On with the show this is it!!!

TGP Sneakpeek: The Finale 110 (sponsored message 10 seconds)

DON'T MISS IT:
The Glee Project (Season Finale)
"Glee-ality"
Sunday, 21 August 2o11
9pm/8C

ONE WORD:

Damian!

THREE more WORDS:
Don't stop believin'!

I'm excitey!
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Beam Me Up, Scottie. Scottie? Scottie?!

HAPPY
Jack Handey
FRIDAY!

"OF ALL THE CAUSES of astronaut insanity, getting a fly caught inside your space helmet is probably in the top three." --Jack Handey

I think there's a fly in my space helmet,
because, man, what a week I've had!

TWO WORDS: Et tu?

*Offers a LARGE tumbler of white Zinfandel,
then raise own in a toast*

HERE'S TO the week that should have been.

Down the hatchly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~ *

Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.

Ed Says: Rock the Boat, Baby!

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHEN TO HOLD 'EM,
KNOW WHEN TO FOLD 'EM:
For your viewing pleasure, allow me to present

The Succinctly Yours
Early Bird Special!

*begins random-thoughtedly spewing, but then again, maybe not?*

ONE OF MY FAVOURITE teachers (who, post-high-school-graduation later, would became a dear and trusty friend), was just that, because of his goofball sense of humour. (<–He referred to it as a "Hense of Sumour,” or The Sixth Sense: Nonsense. He never failed to laughingly compliment me with, “B’God, Farkle, you were born with it, too!” --whether I was saying something funny or not.... At least I always thought it was a compliment...LOL? Yeah, LOL!) Whenever he called out names to check the daily class attendance and someone was absent, he’d look at the missing student’s chair and announce (using “he’ or “she,” appropriately),

“He opened the window
and inflewenza!”

I MISS YOU, Ed, and your cringe-worthy joke-pokes at life. (So very sadly, the “dirty, rotten and stinkin’, too” BIG C robbed this world of Mr. Z a few years back.) Thanks for the many “windows” you opened for me, you unforgettable you, you!

WHICH BRINGS ME to this blog's point,
and it does have one:

WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly departed Microfiction Monday left off, by asking the burning question:

How low
can you go?

(THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale! This Monday's assignment is "tepid," which I chose to skip since that smitch of the game is optional. <–Whew! and thank God, because I don't need that kind o' presha!)

HERE’S August 22nd’s picture
AND my story:

Destined to merely middle a sad patina, only in her dreams was Mitsy a fun-loving porthole on the luxury-cruisey Pacific Princess. --130 characters

TWENTY-EIGHT more WORDS:

Guest stars or no guest stars,when your ship embarks once a week on a romantic, sentimental, and often hilarious voyage across tropic seas, BE ON IT.

(*smiles up at Heaven* Ed would have wanted it that way.)

Anchors awayly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo, Zuzie, and Mr. Z.

Early Bird fold: Lynton Gardiner
T-shirt image credit: zazzle.com

Windy, Windy, What Went Wrong, Oh, So Wrong? (Lol!)

Oops!

A TAYLOR SWIFT wardrobe malfuction is just as cute and endearing as ours would be horrifying and yikesy cringe-worthy! cLiCkY-cLiCkY on the video dial to see that even when middled in "bad weather" (High winds of a the same magnitude that blew poor Dorothy Gale to Toto-I've-a-Feeling-We're-Not-in-Kansas-Any-More Land!), a lady-like Miss Swift never stopped singing, even in a moment when most of us would have collapsed to the stage in embarrassment after everyone saw our unmentionables. And that, my little friends, is

ONE WORD: professionalism!
Time to blow outta here-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu. And still that spent squirrel. (<--See previous blog.) The crows have yet to stop having at it! Ew!

“THE CROWS SEEMED to be calling his name, thought Caw." --Jack Handey

Poe ho ho and a bottle of rum!

"IT'S FUNNY that pirates were always going around searching for treasure, and they never realized that the real treasure was the fond memories they were creating." --Jack Handey

HAPPY
Jack Handey
FRIDAY
(on a Wednesday, because why not avoid the rush?)!

TODAY, I AM reminded of one of my favourite pirates poets, Edgar Allen Poe (second only to my favourite poet, Dylan Thomas, because, dare I say it? I love a man with a sonorous voice frosted in a subtle Welsh lilt!), because, WHOA!--> As we speak, there's a murder happening nearby! Yeah, what a lot of BIG, black birds are loitering in the street outside my window! Which gets me to thinking Ahhhh! and yes to:

"ONCE UPON a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -- Only this, and nothing more'..." --"The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe

DID YOU KNOW THIS about crows? That they are among the brightest birds? (Ravens are a smitch brighter. Hm. I wonder what they do to set the bar? Hm, again, because could we denote that particlar measure of avian worth as The Crowbar? I thought this was

the crowbar.)

AND DID YOU further know crows can build tools and utilize them (Perhaps, then, they did invent all crowbars!), and they mate for life. (And, apparently, mixed marriages are accepable within this species. How else would you explain

Sheryl Crow and her younger brother, Steve,
snack-feeding Dad [1967]

Sheryl Crow?

What?
I'M JUST SAYING.
Crows can do puzzlesand can count, too.
WELL. HERE'S the thing: supposedly, these birds are feathered-Einsteins. If that's really the case, why then is a major wad of them huddled around and picking at a spent squirrel in front of my driveway? (Heck, brainiacs such as these should at least be using eating utenstils, shouldn't they? Am I right, or am I right?)

TWO ew! WORDS:
Soup's on!?

BY THE BY: Where does a thirsty black bird go to unwind?

YOU GOT IT!

A crowbar!

Gotta fly, and ya, you're not alone: I sometimes make myself sick, too-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~ *

RIP, my Mollie and Zuzie. And the spent squirrel, too.

Holy Crop!

(Morgan, Merrill and Bo under the dryers at Signs Beauty Salon and Spa - M. Night Shyamalan, Proprietor)

A SLEEPYTIME WORD TO THE WISE (4:16 AM - Central): Right before you go to bed, DON'T eat one of those Roma tomatoes from out of that old, plastic Target bag lying on the kitchen counter that my sister-in-law sent home with my husband, because, man! The places you'll go! What I'm saying is I just woke up from one of the world's worst nightmares!!! It had me seated in a salon chair that a Totey Fields look-a-like hair-cutter spun around to face-to-face me with a mirror whose back-at-me showed my new, too-close-for-comfort, YIKES hairdo:

TWO WORDS:

Crop circles!?!

"Candy, little girl?" the Totey-type then whispered
in my ear, offering me one of these:

!!!

CALLING ALL DREAM INTERPRETERS!
Calling all dream interpreters!
Anyone out there willing to take a stab at it? Because I'll be darned if I know what the heck this undigested smitch o' love apple means.

Back to the sack-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Molly and ZuZu.

I've Got You Under My Skin

WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly departed Microfiction Monday left off, by asking the burning question:

How low can you go?

(THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale! This Monday's assignment is "frantic," which I chose to skip since that smitch of the game is optional. <--Whew! and thank God, because I don't need that kind o' presha!)

HERE’S August 15th’s picture
AND my story:

"What in the world did I do in my previous life that wood would warrant me having to come back as a splinter in the next?!” bewailed a clueless Ned.

*Gives passing Ned-thought a hard, positive think*

SIX WORDS:

Image credit: Jerome Doolittle
Every cloud has a sliver lining?

Laterly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo, Zuzie, and sometimes Ned.

The Mouse That Roared

The One That Always Got Away (1945)

"SOMEBODY ONCE ASKED me, 'Have you ever been afraid?' ... Hah! I've never been afraid in my life.” –Nancy Wake

AUSTRALIAN NANCY WAKE, who as a spy became one of the Allies' most decorated servicewomen for her role in the French resistance during World War II has died in London (Monday, August 8, 2011). Deemed the Gestapo's most-wanted person, they named her "The White Mouse" because of her ability to elude capture. (Rumor has it, once at a glamorous dinner party, just to drive home a point, she wore mouse traps as earrings the entire evening and never even flinched!)

WHEN WAR BROKE OUT she was a young woman married to a $wealthy$ Frenchman, living the life of luxury in cosmopolitanny Marseilles. She became a saboteur, organiser and Resistance fighter who led an army of 7,000 Maquis troops in guerrilla warfare to sabotage the Nazis. If the phrase had already been coined back then, people everywhere would have shouted, “You go, girl!" at the mere mention of her name. Yes, her story was daring, courage and optimism in the face of impossible odds. Ms. Wake was 98 and

ONE WORD:

Nancy Grace Augusta Wake
30 August 1912 – 7 August 2011

fearless.
(Rest in peace.)

Like a Quite Inspirey, Not-at-All-at-the-Shallow-End Scene Out of Zac Brown Band’s “Knee Deep in Water”!

"It makes me mad when I go to all the trouble of having Marta cook up about a hundred drumsticks, then the guy at the Marineland says, ‘You can't throw chicken to the dolphins. They eat fish.’ Sure they eat fish, if that's all you give them. Man, wise up." –Jack Handey

HAPPY
Jack Handey
FRIDAY!

TALK ABOUT making a BIG splash (I dunno, were we? Talking about making a BIG splash? Well, we are now.), artist Oliver Voss, head of the advertising academy Miami Ad School, said he wanted his super HUGE-y (Twelve feet high!) aquatic sculpture, titled

“The Bather,”

to be “a topic of conversation in Germany.” Wish granted, Oliver, wish granted indeed! Voss’ mermaid at Alster Lake in Hamburg will be “soaking in the tub” until August 12, after which district Mayor Markus Schreiber, who thinks Ollie’s Calgonesque lady has caused much to much controversy ([The Bather] “sullying the beloved lake,” the Mayor was heard to boo-hoo.) can put a smile back on his face. Rumour has it, Oliver Voss already has another sculpture in the works. It’s a monument-type piece he calls “Killjoy,” which bears a striking resemblance to Mr. Schreiber.

TWO WORDS: Imagine that!

Pleasant plunges, people, and be careful of the deep end-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and Zuzie.

“The Bather” image credit: REUTERS/Morris Mac Matzen (GERMANY - SOCIETY IMAGES OF THE DAY)

What a Bozo!

I CAN EITHER BE late to the party
or not come at all, meaning:

I am swamped!

So if I don’t post my entry for this coming Monday’s Succinctly Yours (AKA The Party) now, it’s not going to get on the books (the “ not come at all” part.) Just as a thought (because playing Succintly Yours is always such excitey fun!): Whether or not to post early is like milk--> “It’s an easy choice!” HERE GOES:

WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly departed Microfiction Monday left off by asking the every-Monday burning question:

How low can you go?

(THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more. As a matter of factdittioso, this go-round, I'm going with 116 --characters, that is.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale! This Monday's assignment is "oblivious," which I chose to skip since that smitch of the game is optional. Whew! and thank God, because I don't need that kind o' presha!)

HERE’S August 8th’s picture
AND my story:

Having to be Bernice’s human mobile jewelry caddy not only made Norm feel like a clown, but he looked like one, too. –116 characters

SIX WORDS: The Things We Do for Love!

BY THE BY:
Where does Norm park
his motor scooter?
HINT:

Carl Spackler’s choreography to remove a gopher digging tunnels underneath a golf course should have been nominated for an Academy Award in this classic 1980 film by the same name. (It should also have long ago been added to the National Film Registry, to be preserved for future generations thanks to its cultural, historical, or aesthetic significance!)

Yours,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.