I was very bored.
Then I looked through some old bookmarks that I had on my Chrome account.
Lots of dead links.
But, there are some ones that I totally forgot!
Like this one: Pleasant Family Shopping.
Has a lot of stores from the Chicago area that I used to visit when I was a wee youngin’.
It also reminded me of some other things from my past that I miss:
(For the first post, click here!)
- Kiddierama booths that used to show cartoons while mom and/or dad were at the check out at Goldblatt’s (the “poor” man’s Marshall Field’s); mom found a sale on pantyhose and bath mats, or dad needs
a newanother 72 piece socket set…Gonna be awhile! Just stick little Paul and his [bully] sister in one of those gadgets! That should shut them up! Oh! Don’t forget the popcorn, which I can still smell…and feel going down the back of my shirt (thanks to my sister and her sadistic sense of humor) as we were crammed into one of those things…But, I didn’t care! Chilly Willy was getting on Smedley’s case again!
- Firecrackers and bottle rockets for “civilian” use. All it took was one [unsupervised] kid to blow his fingers off and screw up 4th. of July for millions of people! I’m sure his parents got the Parents of The Century Award for that! Now, I have to go into Wisconsin or Indiana to get my “artillery”…and use them there. Because Illinois state troopers will be waiting at the border and they can confiscate not only the fireworks, but also your car…Oh! And you will go to jail…and pay a huge fine! Get them off-season? Sure, you could do that, but be careful not to speed or run into a DUI checkpoint that uses drug/explosive sniffing dogs! Too much risk and hassle!
- North and 1st. Avenue, Melrose Park, IL. For those of us who could not afford a Disney vacation, let alone a trip to Great America, there was the strip along North Avenue (Illinois Route 64) and 1st. avenue that had, during my time, a miniature golf course that had a sweet arcade and a pond with some good size goldfish swimming around. Then you had the North Avenue roller rink, Amling’s Flowerland Haunted House (seasonal), Race Karts go kart track/batting cages, and the piece de resistance; Kiddieland! Now, you have some [rundown] strip malls, a car wash/gas station, a Costco, a movie theater frequented by gangbangers, drunks, and druggies. Maywood Park Harness racing track is still there, though, but lately it has been frequented by society’s refuse as well.
- Old Chicago Amusement Park. A little bit in the middle of BFE, at the time (pretty much built up now), this place was awesome! It was to be the country’s (if not the world’s) first indoor amusement park/shopping mall. Sadly, it was too ahead of its time, therefore very expensive to operate…and pay admission to! I have only been there maybe 2 times. I still remember the hologram hall that had a wisecracking genie, the invisible man, a levitating wizard, Captain Kirk and Spock beaming in and out only to turn into C3PO and R2D2. There was the Clark Street [light gun] shooting gallery that used crude animatronic robots that would react when the target was hit; like the horn on an old 1920s car (a-hoo-wah a-hoo-wah) would sound if you hit the gangster that popped out, and the reporter’s arms would raise and lower on a typewriter if you hit him. Rides like a loop-to-loop roller coaster, ferris wheel, merry-go-round, tilt-a-whirl, log ride, a Gravitron-like Ride that came loose and killed (not really) a group of Arab men in the movie The Fury, etc. And a place called The Fun Factory that had trampolines, climbing ropes, giant punching bags, roller slides, and yes, a ball pit. The shops/stores were not well-known retail faire like J.C. Penney, Sears, etc. They were mostly mom and pop operations…a lot of empty spaces along the faux cobblestone “street”. The only well-known name there that I can remember was Burger King. There was a concert stage that featured mostly unknown and some “has-been” acts, as well as a circus. Still, some of the best times of my life were there.
I can drone on and on all night (or whatever time of day you are reading this), but the clock on the wall says it is “Get yer ass to bed O’clock”!
G’night, and stay tuned! I will have more soon.
(Special thanks to those websites and image owners for the links! Greatly appreciated in helping an old fart
relive tell total strangers about his youth. ;) )
Call me the silent majority!
I would have seen Man Of Steel (D.C. Universe), but some idiots from a certain radio show on Sirius/XM spoiled it for me!
I guess that is O.k. considering a friend of mine saw it and said it was just “Meh”…Wait for it to come to Netflix, I guess.
2 out 3 of those films that I saw, broke box office records.
Rightfully so; They were great films!
But, are they nominated for an Oscar?
Well, not for anything major; Maybe costumes, lighting, script editing, sound, set design, craft services catering, best trailer toilet on the lot/set, etc.
Who votes for these films?
O.k…Who is The Academy?
I tried looking here: Voting process.
There are "nearly 6,000 voting members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences…"
O.k…Who do they consist of?
Anyone that Pricewaterhousecoopers invites or gives "special screenings for Academy members, free admission to commercial runs of a film, and the mailing of DVDs."
Naw! That don’t sound like bribery! ;) ;)
Pricewaterhousecoopers is an auditing and accounting firm…Some money has to be exchanged as well.
Yeah, yeah! I sound like a conspiracy nut, but why all the secrecy? Hmm?
How about we make this more legit; PWC can invite random movie going “humanoids” (who fill out a survey) to be included in the voting process. Afterall, we are the ones that pay the $8.50-$10 to see the film, right? Right!
(That is not including the merchandising and the snacks.)
Do we “humanoids” have no taste?
The Academy obviously does not think so.
They probably think it would look something like this:
- Best Director: Joss Whedon (Even though he didn’t do anything in theatrical release this year)
- Best Actor: That Asian guy that got drunk and ran around naked in those “Road” films (Did they even release one this year?)
- Best Actress: The mom in the AT&T commercial (Yeah, its a TV commercial, but admit it, guys; She’s not hard to look at!)
- Best Musical Score: Tina Guo (The Cellist who played a stirring rendition The Kinks “All Day and All Of The Night” for that Mazda ad before the movie started)
- Best Vocals: Joe Williams (“Jingle Bells” Iron Man 3…Sorry, no decent clip available…DAMMIT YOUTUBE SHOW SOME BALLS! You’re ruining the joke!)
- Best Screenplay: Whatever was leaked online.
- Best Picture: Anything with an original story and solid plot…And a superhero!
So, we have no taste?
O.k., let’s talk taste;
- The film that gets all of the marbles, but tanked at the box office (because it either stinks or it was in limited release)
- The drunk/high presenter and/or nominee that stumbles all over the place and blurts out an obscenity or two during their schpeel
- The actor/actress that refuses the statue because of some cause that their agent told them to become part of for publicity (Hello? You won an Oscar! That’s not enough publicity? Do you have to save the Emerald Ash Borer tree beetle from starving?)
- The skimpy outfits and/or the wardrobe malfunction that obviously was not planned in advance (Oops! Tee-hee!)
- The fight with a photographer…or a very classy flip-off caught on camera (I’m not a violent man, but then again, some of those paparazzi do deserve to get put in their place with either a fist or a finger)
I’ll admit, I am not completely into films that focus on superheroes, or films that get cheap laughs from boobies, butts, pee-pees, vajayjays, farts, drugs, or films that have gun-play, aliens, explosions, car chases, and maniacs with hedge clippers.
At least once a year, I like to go into the city to see a film festival. Some of the best filmmakers are independent; They don’t have to make a film under studio constraints (usually thought up by executives that know nothing about filmmaking…or art).
Oh, I’m not a film snob?
O.k., so they are hokey spy spoofs and they are probably considered “garbage” in their native country, but they are French and do have subtitles which proves two things:
- I can read
- I may be poor white trash, but I can probably outclass that chianti sipping snotbird trying to contemplate the symbolism of the character eating noodles with a butter knife while the toast burns and the cat floats in mid air.
Listen, I don’t mean to put down anyone’s taste.
But, I do not like having my intelligence insulted.
Didn’t think so.
I said I was going to take some time off of blogging.
Things are starting to work itself out faster and better than I thought.
(Uh oh! Myrtle! That Neeley kid is back to bloggin’ again! He’s gonna poison all them youngin’s minds!)
If you remember a post I did back around Christmas, I talked about fandom, privacy, and respect for public figures.
Yeardley Smith, a fine actress that I follow (and respect) here on Tumblr, posted one of the best posts about fandom I have read since Wil Wheaton (great guy, but his politics are a little too partisan) posted on a similar topic a while back (actually, several times).
Here is a direct link to her post:
Very good points made!
I’m going to be taking some time off from blogging for a while.
I have way too much to sort out…
See you soon…
Mom called from the hospital.
Its almost a definite she will be coming home tomorrow.
Now, let’s see…
Women hate me more than ever since I posted that sexist drivel that I specifically warned them not to read!
Let me tell you something; I do not normally feel that way about women!
I was channeling my 16-17 year old self!
Here’s a little confession: Back in the 80s (when I was 16-17), those spandex wearing, big hair sporting, make up splattered women would not even give me the time of day!
I happen to know that most of them are now overweight, wrinkled, and married to some “loser”, ie; the captain of the football team…Who himself is overweight, wrinkled, and BALD!
(I may be a skinny little turdball, but I still have a full head of hair! Nyah! Nyah!)
"I think you hate women", is what someone is probably saying.
I do not hate women.
I just attract ones that are married, engaged, lesbian, and gold digging…
I think I mentioned in the previous post that I am not rich and I do not come from a wealthy family.
I thought of something that came up while trying to do damage control from the previous post (because NO ONE listens):
I used to be a regular attendee at the Spike and Mike’s Sick and Twisted Animation Festival
They showed a short that pretty much sums up women in this day and age…and sadly what a relationship is supposed to be based on…
Funny and sad at the same time!
Now, tell me why I shouldn’t be a bitter old fart!
O.k., my mom might come back from the hospital either today or tomorrow.
She had a blockage in her intestinal tract.
And that is all I am going to tell you.
Now, the biz at hand:
The following paragraphs and sentences contain “sexist” material!
If you do not want to be offended, do not read further!
Turn back, and read something from the Oprah website!
(Jesus Christ! I’m starting too soon!)
Going guy only in…
In the 80’s, I was mostly a metal/punk fan.
I was also a fan of what was a new music “genre” then called Classic Rock; Basically hard rock oldies.
But, when I wasn’t around my friends, I would listen to 50’s&60’s blues and soul.
Ironically, one my friends is now in an L.A. based blues band called The Reverend and The Doctor…He’s the doctor! (See Rog! I told you! It ain’t so bad!)
My sister, however liked pop and club/mix music/disco/Jack-Your-Body preppy [crap]: Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam, Madonna, Miami Sound Machine, Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, Expose…
That shit would be blasting through the house! When my mom sent us to the store (my sister was older and drove before I did), she would blast that same mixtape shit! She knew I hated it!
Flash forward to about an hour ago: I am driving home from work. I’m listening to Sirius XM Big 80s On 8…
That song reminds me of my sister and that smirking she would do while she saw the uncomfortable look on my face.
However, my attitude changed!
Sirius XM shows album cover art when a channel is playing a song.
THOSE ARE THREE OF THE HOTTEST WOMEN I HAD EVER SEEN!
I was busy fantasizing about Joan Jett (like ANY guy had a chance), Lita Ford, Vixen, and Cycle Sluts From Hell…
(Which hand I was using is none of your damned business!)
I should have paid attention to Expose’s cassette cover, instead of tossing it aside while trying to put in an Iron Maiden tape!
(You can just visualize me and my sister fighting over the tape player while she’s trying to drive.)
Now, the point I am trying to make:
Women today are not hot any more!
I noticed women’s hotness peaked in the late 80s: Spandex, Lycra, big hair, short (tight) skirts, heels, hose, excessive make up…Mamma Lucia!
Around the mid 90s, you see women wear baggy pants, long skirts, granny pants, skinny jeans (E for effort) with panty lines, coveralls, no make up, maybe tights here and there (with said granny pants underneath), oily hair, long flat hair, no hair…THEY DRESS LIKE FRIGGIN’ GUYS!
(You were warned, lady! I don’t want to hear any bitching!)
But, if you are in my situation where you weren’t raised in a privileged family, had to work 4 jobs (1 only pays the bills…the others are for self enlightening or as a favor), and told “no” all of the time (and had to accept it), beggars can’t be choosers…Probably why I am a flop with relationships. But…
Give me Peg and Kelly Bundy over Rachel and Ellen (like ANY guy has a chance) any time!
I love me some Spandex!
We now return you to my normal, “mature”, current self!
Sorry about that…
It won’t happen again.
Love ya’ !