Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Classical and the Crass

I don’t normally watch Dancing With the Stars.  But when one of my favorite athletes, Hines Ward, signed on to do the do the show I made it a priority to tune in.   It is also not my habit to blog about  tv shows, but this week provided way too much fodder for discussion (even if that discussion was only between me, myself, and I). 

This week’s theme was classical, which I really enjoyed.  Even if the dances sucked, I had the chance to listen to some of the most beautiful music ever composed.  The only thing that really bugged me—besides Hines and Kym getting gypped in their scores, was the whole “Bolero” thing that almost every number contained.  For those that don’t get the reference, I guess I’m showing my age here.  Think Olympic ice dancing with  Torvill and Dean. They earned a perfect score (and the gold medal) with their performance to Ravel’s Bolero in 1984.  The number ended with both skaters lying on the ice.  For a few years after that, it seemed every ice dancing number ended with one or both of the team lying on the ice.   

Speaking of death, Kendra really needs to go the hell home.  Not only does she lack the grace and elegance for ballroom dancing, she cannot keep her mouth shut.  When the judges commented on her lack of elegance, she said, “I just don’t care about it.”  The next night, during the results show, Brook Burke asked her about her performance, and she admitted to not feeling her best due to , “womanly things.”  Really classy, Kendra.  

Something I did notice was that Jennifer Hudson (who performed beautifully) wore a dress that made her look like a Polly Pocket doll.  It seemed like it was cut too short, and I was concerned that there would be a wardrobe malfunction.

And speaking of wardrobe malfunctions, what’s up with Kirstie Alley losing her shoe?  Last week her partner dropped her, and this week her shoe comes off.  She just can’t seem to catch a break.  I hope next week goes a bit better for her (though not so well that she beats my boy).

Last but not least, I have to mention that the Lieutenant Len bit was bloody stupid. For those that were lucky enough to miss it, allow me to spoil your blissful ignorance.  Len, one of the judges, dressed up like George Patton with sequin accents. No, I'm not joking.  How I wish I were . . .   The celebrity contestants were dressed in army tees, hats, dog tags, and camo pants.  He barked "orders" at them, as he explained next week's theme to them (songs about America).   I have no problem with doing a cute bit to introduce the next week’s theme, and I get that Len is the toughest of the judges.  But the theme is patriotic songs, and he’s British!  Did I mention the whole bit was stupid?

That’s it for this week’s rant.  GO HINES!!  

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Of Gimmicks and Godfathers

My followers (all four of you—thanks!) already know my posting here isn’t exactly regular, and the posts themselves are pretty random.  I originally intended to have a discussion topic per week at least, and possibly feature one famous left hander per post.  That obviously never happened.

And after reading some of the other blogs I follow, I think my main issue is that I don’t have a special theme or features for my blog.  As proclaimed in Gypsy Rose,  “Ya’ gotta’ have a gimmick.” Of course, once this realization smacked me in the head, I began wracking my brain to figure out what my gimmick should be.

I guess I'll be saying hello to his little friend soon.

Thank heaven for Facebook.  I stumbled upon blogging gold the other day, when some of my friends began quoting from the movie Scarface.  Upon my admission that I had never seen this film, I was informed that it was a lot like The Godfather, only more violent.  Uhm . . . I haven’t seen that one, either.*  I was threatened with shunning by my obviously cooler and more culturally savvy friends.   Luckily, they took pity on me instead, and an Al Pacino movie marathon was proposed.  It will take place over several months, watching one or more movies a week (in order), and we’ll take turns hosting.  This will also, I hope, garner me a few more followers. A girl can dream, can't she?

Of course, if I come up with any other brilliant ideas, or have something to get off my chest, I reserve the right to do so—regardless of whether I have any Pacino posting to do. 

*In my defense, I did at least attempt to see The Godfather.  Husband Fixture and I borrowed the boxed set from a coworker of his.  But the first DVD was damaged, and kept skipping.  It drove us so crazy, we couldn’t get through the movie.