Monthly Archives: March 2010

Sarah Palin or Leather Tuscadero

I was watching The Daily Show on Tuesday night, and Jon Stewart had a clip of Sarah Palin helping John McCain campaign for re-election for his Senate seat in Arizona.

Of course, Stewart made light of Palin taking a shot at McCain’s age when she suggested he was at the original tea party way back when in Boston Harbor.

But what got my attention was the leather jacket the former governor of Alaska was sporting. Stewart made an “Airwolf” comment, which of course brings back connotations of shooting Alaskan wildlife from a helicopter.

For me, that jacket and those hair highlights scream “Leather Tuscadero.”

Go back with me to that happy time in our past. No, not election day in November, but way back to “Happy Days” the television show that allowed Opie to grow up and move from Mayberry, RFD to Milwaukee.

Think about it, an aging cool hero, aka Fonzie or McCain, and that young rocker chick who brings him new street cred, aka Leather Tuscadero or Palin. I think you’re on board with me now.

And here’s Suzi Quatro in all her cousin-of-Pinky-Tuscadero glory, singing “Johnny B. Goode.”

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Where’s The Wine?

I see the perfect spot on that empty shelf for my favorite bottle of vino.

I still have trouble fathoming that in the state of Tennessee it is illegal to sell a bottle of wine in a grocery store.

How big a travesty is that?

I see it as a one-stop shopping opportunity. You know the old line “A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and thou” from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward FitzGerald.

Tennessee has some of the most stringent legislation about checking IDs for alcohol purchases in the nation, so how could it be any more tough on the grocery clerk to ask for a driver’s license from someone trying to purchase a bottle of merlot than for a keg of Natural Light?

And yes, it is legal to sell and purchase not just six packs and cases but KEGS of beer at a grocery. I’m sure anyone buying a keg of such a quality beer isn’t about to abuse themselves by imbibing in too much.

So on this day dedicated to blogging about bringing wine to Tennessee’s groceries, let’s lift a toast to Red White and Food which is working against liquor lobbyists and bring that “jug of wine” to a grocery shelf near me.

And let’s adopt and adapt Julius Caesar’s famous line to aid our cause while we’re at it.

Instead of “Veni, vidi, vici,” let’s go with “Veni, vidi, vici, vino!”

Going to the Chapel

I’m in Memphis for a wedding today. Here’s hoping for a wonderful day and many, many, many happy anniversaries for Dabney and Glen.

I understand there will be cupcakes at the reception. It has to be better than a 42-pound cheeseburger as a wedding cake.

Feel Good Friday – Norah Jones

I heard this on Lightning 100 last week while cruising through Nashvegas on my way to Murfreesboro for the TSSAA girls state basketball tournament.

It’s stuck with me ever since, so I thought I would share it with you.

Norah Jones performing “It’s Gonna Be” from The Fall album she released in late 2009.

I love the organ in this one. I think that’s what pulled me in.

The performance is from “Later With Jools Holland.”

Purple Snow In Russia

I ran across this story earlier in the week, but I was too busy preparing to head out of town for work to post it here.

Now that I’m home, I present a story for all you Weather Channel fans out there.

In the spectrum of colorful meteorological mayhem, it’s not Prince’s “Purple Rain“, but purple snow that fell upon Russia. The lavender powder was impacted by dust from Africa rising into the atmosphere and mingling with the snow clouds.

Weird stuff indeed, but it makes for one lovely blanket.

Here’s another weird weather anomaly, an icicle that looks like Jack Frost.

Oscars and The Legend of Boggy Creek

It was an official holiday at my house. The Oscars hit the air waves, and I settled in on my couch to soak it all in.

I spent tonight watching the 82nd Oscars, but it felt more like 82 years of my life passed during the long production.

The Hurt Locker” eventually hauled in the big awards, winning over “Avatar” and “Precious.” History was made with Kathryn Bigelow earning the Best Director statuette, the first woman to do so, for helming “The Hurt Locker.”

The 2010 version of Hollywood’s big night was a bit anticlimactic. The energy in the theater seemed low with little reaction and or interaction to what was happening on stage. Even the customary polite applause for most of the faces that pop up on the screen during the Memorial Montage was lacking.

And, by the way, why wasn’t Farrah Fawcett included in that? Of course, she is better known for her work in television than on the silver screen, but what about “Logan’s Run,” “Cannonball Run” and some other movies that didn’t have Run in their name.

The dance montages still wear me out. I haven’t wanted to watch people do the robot on stage since that tragic encounter I had with Shields and Yarnell back in the day. Don’t ask. I’ve signed legal documents that keep me from talking about it.

The duo of Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin as hosts wasn’t quite so dynamic if you ask me. I think they should bring back Neil Patrick Harris and his Liberace jacket to host next year.

Even the dresses didn’t WOW me nor even induce too many cringes.

I did enjoy the John Hughes tribute with the actors and actresses he made into stars speaking about working with him. The clips brought back so many memories for me – memories of both his movies and my life that paralleled several of his story arcs at that time.

Then when the Oscars finally ended in a flurry of awards handed out in a matter of 10 seconds, I started surfing the web and ran across a headline involving a movie legend not affiliated with the awards show.

It read, ‘Boggy Creek filmmaker Pierce dies in Tenn. at 71‘.

Come to find out director Charles B. Pierce, who brought “The Legend of Boggy Creek” to the silver screen and drive-ins everywhere passed away in a nursing home in Dover, Tennesssee,  just 50 miles from my home.

If he’s not included in the Memorial Montage next year, I’m throwing a hissy fit and sicking Sasquatch on the Oscars.

Bacon Turtles

It’s been a while since I shared some bacon goodness with everyone who stops by here.

I ran across this the other day and have thought about it more than once since discovering it.

What has captivated my imagination and my salivary glands, you ask?

Bacon turtles

It’s a hamburger patty topped with cheese and wrapped in a woven bacon shell with the hot dogs stuffed in there to form the turtle appendages.

Heart attack inducing? Of course.
Tasty? My guess is yes.

Via Interwebs Randomness and Other Inspiring Tales.