Irritable me

I’m in a mood; I’ve had this week off, and spent the first three days with back and stomach issues – today has been the first day that I haven’t felt like total dirt, and now I’m just in a state of perpetual boredom, which just makes me grumpy; it’s the heart of the summer, I’m off work, and I can’t engage in anything that pleases me, except…

The one bright spot this week was seeing Eddie Izzard last night at the Hollywood Bowl. The man is a brilliant stand-up comedian, but more than that, he has the gift of improv, and looks great in sequins (last night he performed in jeans and tails, which took nothing away from his act).  If you haven’t been to the Hollywood Bowl in a while, or ever, go – set into the serenity of the Hollywood Hills (or very nearly, as Eddie would say), picnics and drinks are allowed, and the crowds seem to be civilized whenever I’ve been there, except for the guy who yelled,  “F*** you!” during the encore – nice manners, babe. As we used to say (back in the Stone Age), “I remember when I had my first beer…”

Tomorrow will be our trip to LACMA to see the Tim Burton exhibit. Heading out to L.A. with my girl Tischel – this will also be my first time to visit LACMA, so I’m doubly jazzed; cue the muted trumpet and the scratchy sax…

I’m a little peeved at the retailers who are already starting their back-to-school promotions, and I’m not even in school – I can just imagine what students must be thinking.  It seems counter-productive to me; who wants to think about going back to school, when the Fourth of July was just about two weeks ago?  Maybe parents, I don’t know; when I was a kid, my parents were planning our vacation in July, and we didn’t even take it until August, every year. I’ve done a lot of thinking about our family vacations, and here’s what I’ve come up with: my parents were both born during the Depression, and they were constantly thinking about money;  since they both belonged to unions, they were under constant threat of being laid off, or going on strike.  Both my mother and father walked picket lines, although thankfully not for long periods of time.  Consequently, our vacations were usually of the low-budget variety, and always close to home.

For the two weeks that my parents were off (and how they always managed to get two weeks off at the same time, I’ll never know), we  would go to Disneyland (still a fairly new phenomenon at the time; I wouldn’t leave without a red Mickey Mouse balloon), Knott’s Berry Farm, and Marineland.  We would also take a weekend to go to San Diego, and go to the zoo and Sea World.  When I was 14, we did get to San Francisco, which was an eye-opener for me.  I knew instantly that I wanted to live there – it was historic, poetic, rhythmic, and sexy, and even though I was only 14, I knew I liked it. Never lived there, but it’s always in my heart (or maybe I left my heart there…hey, wait a minute! Paging Tony Bennett! Time for another musical interlude…)

I remember always looking forward to August, even if we went to the same places every year; before my brother and I realized that we knew everything and our parents didn’t know anything, being together as a family was nice.  Kinda like I said before – we may have been a loud, opinionated, argumentative family, but we stuck together for as long as we had each other.  Time tends to glaze over the dissonance, and turns it into smooth interludes, and that’s how my brain remembers when…

So Time goes, so shall I – losing the prickly, and adding the happyhappyjoyjoy; I know it’s around here somewhere…

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Bytes and pieces

So it’s the day after, and I’m still here, as is everyone I know – and no reports of anyone missing. If I remember correctly, if and when the rapture occurs, we won’t be getting an Evite….therefore, onward with the decline of civilization!

I’ve been having Internet connection issues this week, and since Jamal is in Chicago, I thought that I would try to correct it myself by calling tech support. After an hour of “Unplug this wire, type in this code” from a man with a very heavy accent and a bad phone connection (irony calling!), I was nearly in tears, and past caring if I ever had Internet service again.  When it didn’t work again the next evening, I called back to make an appointment with a technician.  Long story short, the company is sending a new modem and a technician on Monday morning – in another little touch of irony, every time I hung up with tech support, my  connection was restored for a short time. For now, it’s working, so I’m typing as fast as I can…

“Bridesmaids” – intelligent, profane and funny.  I found myself trying to stop laughing so that I wouldn’t miss the next line.  If you can handle smart women characters doing many silly things, go see it.

Memorial Day weekend is coming up, and to kickstart the summer, there’s this: LACMA is having a Tim Burton exhibit beginning May 28th, and going through October. I’m going to the book signing next Saturday (getting a group together to see the exhibit later in the summer), then to the screening of “Vertigo” at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. Tim Burton in the morning, Hitchcock in the evening…good beginnings; see you at the cemetery next Saturday?

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