OH PUHLEEZE...............!!!!

I think we can all agree by now that I am no Little-Miss-Sunshine. Not unless she's become enraged at the sudden cloud burst that left her dripping wet with drops snaking down her neck, her new suede shoes tragically permanently ruined, and her french baguette sopping wet.

And we all know that I do not wear rose-coloured glasses. Nope, mine are Skeptical Grey with a twinge of Cynic Onyx.

So it was with multiple eye-rolls that I read the news that Brooke Shields* - - - rich, famous, beautiful - - - was sharing the glad tidings that she could still fit into the Calvin Klein's that she wore 30 yrs. at the age 15 in a highly successful tv and billboard campaign.

Uh huh. Just what I want to hear as I shop for Comfort Waist jeans at my local boutique.

Thanks for sharing Brooke. Now I have something to share with you: a non-refundable pass to a 24 hr. 'seminar' with Tom Cruise lauding the benefits of Scientology.

You can even wear your 30 yr. old Calvin Klein's to the class.
Enjoy

*http://omg.yahoo.com/blogs/a-line/still-nothing-between-brooke-shields-and-her-calvins/626?nc

Cinema Cathy

I finally saw The Men Who Stare at Goats. You can check out their official web site here.

I enjoy 'quirky' stories and I like when it is difficult to predict the end of a movie and both these criteria were met in this interesting and humorous movie.

Bob Wilton, a journalist searching for a good story, happens to meet Lyn Cassady, a guy who claims to be a former member of the U.S. Army's New Earth Army, a unit that employs paranormal powers in their missions. They travel together on a 'mission' that Cassady claims to be on and Bob gets a chance to learn some of the New Earth Army's 'techniques.'

George Clooney played the lovable (is there any other kind of George Clooney?) albeit goofy army psychic; Ewan McGregor played the journalist searching for a story which literally led him to a 'Jedi Warrior' (gotta' love the irony --Ewan McGregor played a Jedi Master in the Star Wars saga); Jeff Bridges plays the new age hippie like one would expect (with reckless abandon which he fully embraces) and Kevin Spacey plays the sardonic cruel meanie which he does so well.

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A fun interesting movie.

Now if you don't mind, I'm off to do a bit of cloud bursting; lots to practise with here on the West Coast.

Seriously ... Haven't We All Had Days Like This?

From the Associated Press:

OSLO - A Norwegian radio journalist quit on the air after complaining about her job and saying she wouldn't read the day's news because "nothing important has happened" anyway.
Pia Beathe Pedersen accused her employers at the regional radio station of public broadcaster NRK of putting too much pressure on the staff.
Pedersen said in the live Saturday broadcast that she was "quitting and walking away" because she "wanted to be able to eat properly again and be able to breathe."
She ended her nearly two-minute announcement by saying there wouldn't be any news on Saturday. The disgruntled reporter had worked at NRK for 18 months. Her station covers Oslo and the Ahershus region.
NRK spokesman Oeyvind Werner Oefsti says Pedersen's actions were a surprise.

And then there was the now infamous airline steward, Steven Slater, who exited his job via emergency chute, beer in hand, after cursing a difficult customer over the intercom and announcing he was done.

Or this young woman who chose to quit her job, say farewell to her co-workers and stick-it-to-her boss with a series of creative expressive 'messages': http://thechive.com/2010/08/10/girl-quits-her-job-on-dry-erase-board-emails-entire-office-33-photos/

Gotta' admire her creativity although I'm pretty sure she can forget about any forthcoming letters of recommendation

C'mon admit it ......... we've all had moments when we'd like to throw caution to the wind, and in a Networkesque Moment declare "I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna' take it any more" and then exit in dramatic fashion leaving customers, bosses, etc behind in shock mode.

That being said I wouldn't want my dentist, surgeon, hairstylist or manicurist to make that decision while I was under their care.

Perhaps it is frustration that guides these dare-devil souls; perhaps it is the promise of future freedom from the hassles of their work place.

Or perhaps it is because they have just won the lottery.

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Music to My Ears

So I hear a song I really like and ask my media specialist resource team (Toban and Katherine) who the artist is so I can get a copy of this great new song.

Since I don't know who the singer is I give them the title: I'm a Singlet. Singing them a few bars isn't an option since I can't even make make 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' recognizable. (Yes really.)

They look puzzled and I try to retrieve from my middle-aged brain any other lyrics I can recall. Nope. All that comes to mind is the repeated refrain 'I'm a singlet.' Since we all watch Glee I tell them that it was performed on an earlier episode. I think. They look even more puzzled. And maybe a bit exasperated. However Katherine is determined to solve this musical mystery and finally has the answer: All the Single Ladies by Beyonce.

Mmhmmm. That's right. No where, no place anywhere in the song is the phrase, 'I'm a Singlet.' Nada. Nope. Zilch. It's actually 'All the Single Ladies.'

Katherine deserves a Sherlock Holmes Badge for being able to decipher this

puzzle.

Take a listen yourself and let me know what YOU hear:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4m1EFMoRFvY