They do jobs that others won’t do or are afraid to do.
They live in crowded conditions among a people who speak a different language.
They rarely see their families, and they face adversity all day ~ every day.
I’m not talking about illegal aliens ~ I’m talking about our troops! Doesn’t it seem strange that many Democrats and Republicans are willing to lavish all kinds of social benefits on illegals, but don’t support our troops, and are even threatening to defund them?
I love movies, just do. It’s that simple, so there is a list of movies that I can watch over & over again.
Back to back in like a marathon, just keep the popcorn, drinks & bathroom breaks coming.
It’s a short list too:
Blazing Saddles
Once Upon A Time In The West
El Cid
Tombstone
The Matrix
I can now add the Coen brothers version of True Grit to this list.
The thing I like about the above list, except for Blazing Saddles, is the epic telling of the story (OK…Blazing Saddles also has an epic story too, but that’s almost another post in itself).
This version of True Grit is the book version through and through. Unlike the version which highlights John Wayne as Rooster Cogburn this version follows the book – which is the exploits of Miss Mattie Ross and how the ‘True Grit’ she looks for in the people she enlists to help her avenge her father’s killer is, in fact, all in her.
What makes Jeff Bridges performance in the move so epic is that he had some tall shoes to fill. I mean, seriously, he was reprising a renown John Wayne role! What I found fantastic is that he made the role more ‘real’ than John Wayne ever could. I think even the Duke would admit that the role was turned over, like Heath Ledger did to Jack Nicholson in his role as the Joker…the better actor has come to take the role as their own.
In the end, this film is impressive in many ways, it’s attention to detail (like Tombstone, someone did their period homework), the acting and the scope of the movie as it lovingly follows the book – right to the actual ending is just grand.
I will watch this again in the theater and I will be waiting for the directors cut special edition.
There won’t be any pussyfootin’ around with no theatrical version here. Naw sir!
During this holiday season I received MANY holiday cards and e-mails. Unfortunately because I’ve been so busy (as usual), I couldn’t send any out myself. So If I could, I’d like to use this as my Christmas Card to everyone who was kind enough to send one to me/I would sent one to….
Her breath was warm on the nape of his neck. She placed gentle kisses on his neck and as he turned toward her she shifted to nibbling on his ear.
He let out a small moan, his exhalation was shallow.
He turned to face her, leaning in for a passionate kiss. She placed her hands on his cheeks, holding him in place. His face was unable to hide his disappointment.
She leaned in and began to lick his lips. Slowly she traced his lips with her tongue and lips.
He was lost in the sensations she was giving him. She watched him as he melted in her hands. She knew he was lost to the world, but connected to her. She had him…heart, body, & spirit.
I was reminded of this and so I went ahead and found the old document. It’s a wonderful take on the whole cat/dog mentality. Enjoy!
A dog’s diary:
7 am – Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am – Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am – Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon – Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm – Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm – Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm – Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm – Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm – Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm – Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm – Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm – Oh boy! Sleeping in my people’s bed! My favorite!
The cat’s diary:
Day 983 of my captivity… My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded – must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair – must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.
Posting from Twitter...Correct date for Karl's Celebration of Life is June 23, not July. All times previously posted are correct. http://twitter.com/hogbiker2011/06/21
Karl was not actually around a corner from anyone at time of death, according to an eyewitness. http://twitter.com/hogbiker2011/06/20
Karl was on foot in Haines, went around the side of a building for some privacy and never came back. He was found on the ground. http://twitter.com/hogbiker2011/06/16