Actually it's not much to write home about, as the old expression goes. I was an extra in a couple of movies when I lived in Austin, Texas back in the early 1990's. But it was in pretty high company. The first (or second, I don't remember) was a film called "A Perfect World", which starred Kevin Costner, Clint Eastwood and Laura Dern. My big/two-second appearance on the screen was playing an aide to "the governor". He was played by the late Dennis Letts.
There we are together.
In typical extra fashion, I'm the one with my mouth tightly shut.
Two other extras and I were playing aides who were just supposed to stand in the background as "the governor" walked across in front of us.
(In living rooms of families, people said . . . "here it comes, oops, there it was.")
In screen grabs from the BRD's television the other day the caption on the screen summed up my movie career.
For that second or two on screen I got a handshake from Eastwood, who was also directing the movie, a steak lunch, and $75.
Oh, and sitting across a picnic table from Eastwood I watched him snap Dern's garter when she put her leg up on a bench he was sitting on and hiked her skirt up.
Nowadays he'd probably be charged with sexual harassment for that bit of horseplay.
My other film experience was with Johnny Depp and Leonardo DiCaprio in "What's Eating Gilbert Grape".
I had a couple of close-up scenes with both actors but unfortunately they both ended up on the cutting room floor.
I can be seen, briefly, very briefly, far in the background in a supermarket scene.
DiCaprio, incidentally, got his first Academy Award nomination for playing the mentally handicapped younger brother in this strange film.
Once again I got a nice lunch and a small check.
I'm still waiting for that big call from Hollywood.
But it was fun and I recommend the experience to one and all.
I snapped this selfie yesterday on a trip to the grocery store. The date was November 26, 2017 and even with a breeze it was a balmy t-shirt day here in the Arizona central highlands, elevation about 5,200 feet. I grew up in Stanley, North Dakota, where the high temperature yesterday was 34 degrees. 'Nuff said.
You've all seen the visiting cat that I call "Old Yellow". As far as I know she's the only feline that comes to drink out of our bird bath. I am constantly amazed by how she "rises to the occasion" and I can't stop photographing her.
The first time I saw her she was gingerly putting one paw on the edge of the bird bath to support herself while she drank.
But since then she has learned that she can sit on the plaster Blue Cat with her front paws on his head and reach the water.
SWMBO spread some red mulch around the bath and the Blue Cat last week to slightly improve the appearance of the area.
The birds seemed to be avoiding the area for a day or two, perhaps sensing some kind of danger from the new look, but they have since returned as before.
And Old Yellow doesn't seem bothered by it at all.
Once again, the holiday season is upon us. Oh, pardon me, I mean the Christmas season. There have been some Yule shouters around these parts in recent years angry that the town fathers put up decorations and words saying "Happy Holidays!" "It's Christmas, for cryin' out loud," these malcontents howled, "not 'the holidays'." I'm not going to get into the midst of that argument, at least not today. No, what I want to talk about is the Christmas tree, specifically the FLOCKED Christmas tree. You remember them. They looked like something from either Currier and Ives or a disco bar. Puffy.
Apparently they were supposed to look like they were covered in snow.
I saw a headline in a newspaper the other day that said flocked Christmas trees are back. Which reminded me of a late friend of mine, the irreverent Chuck Riley. When I worked, ate and drank with him, Chuck was a disc jockey at WIBC radio in Indianapolis, Indiana. He was a short, rotund, irascible guy with a terrific voice and a marvelous laugh. He later moved to Los Angeles and had a great career as a voice actor whom anybody who lived in the United States has probably heard. His voice told us about hundreds of movies, in their promotional trailers . . such as those for "Titanic" and "The Godfather". But back to Indianapolis and Christmas one year. A year of flocked trees. Chuck told his fellow radio workers one day that he had a Christmas tree up at his house, which surprised us a bit as Chuck wasn't known for being a sentimental, holiday-celebrating kind of guy. "Yeah," said Chuck, "it's one of those flocked ones." "We put it up yesterday. We're not going to decorate it or anything." "It's a little short. And it's black!" "What?" we all exclaimed. Chuck went on, "Yeah, it's just over in the corner. It looks like it's crouching." Then came his roaring laughter. Chuck died a little over 10 years ago at the age of 66. But he left behind a ton of memories, including his black, flocked, crouching Christmas tree.
Gentle Readers, I hope you noticed the two grinning emojis I added to the title today. Here at Oddball we are nothing if not technologically correct. I hope your T-day was as good as mine. The BRD lived up to her family reputation and provided us with a great meal. But now let's get on to the serious(?) business of the day.
Let's take a little journey on Noah's Ark today.
Two at a time, please.
And since we're in a Biblical mood . . .
Those wintertime colds can be a real bear.
Now, if you're really insistent on hitting the stores this weekend, do it with a smile on your face and patience in your heart.
The bird bath just outside my window gets a wide variety of visitors. The other day SWMBO said she watched a woodpecker cling to the tree next to it and lean over to drink. But more often it's house finches and the likes of these.
This one was perched on the edge while his or her mate patrolled the grounds below for edible bugs.
My apologies for the quality of the photos above.
Part of it is spots and smears left on the glass by Blackwell's explorations.
Speaking of which, take a look at this beauty.
That's a big fluffy visitor I call Old Yellow.
She stands on the blue cat's back to reach the water and sometimes drinks long and longer
When she gets down, if I tap on the window, she turns and stares at me.
The other day I decided to see if she'd run if I stepped outside.
In fact she stayed, let me pet her and rolled and rolled, exposing her furry white belly for a tentative scratch.
She is definitely a domesticated cat.
If I get another chance I'll have to take my camera with me.
SWMBO got creative in the kitchen yesterday. Never mind that Thanksgiving is only a few days away. She had scored some Meyer lemons and decided to invent a new way to bake sweet potatoes. So she diced up a couple of the potatoes and an equal amount of fresh pineapple and sliced several of the lemons and some tangerines and studded the slices with whole cloves. She made a sauce of brown sugar, cinnamon, butter, the juice of a couple of the lemons and a dash of water. This she cooked until it caramelized and then combined it with the sweet potatoes and pineapple, spread them out in a baking dish and topped them with the clove-studded fruits.
It looked like this before going into the oven to be baked for a couple of hours.
When it was done she served it with some of our favorite Mandarin Orange Chicken from Trader Joe's.
There was a mix of quinoa and brown rice to balance the sweetness.
As I was scanning through the Prescott Daily Courier recently I saw a link to a photo from this year's Tuxedos and Tool Belts gala. I remembered that the BRD and her Beau Jack had been to a number of them and checked the photo.
And lo and behold, there they were!
I cropped the photo to give you a better view of the glorious couple.
The BRD is looking particularly beautiful these days with her new bangs, which a number of people have complimented her on, saying they make her look much younger.
She was concerned about her posture in the photo above until she realized her jacket was draped over the chair back behind her and she was indeed sitting up straight. Update: Gayle says Jack bid on a trip to Greece at the gala and won it! They have to go sometime within the next year. After their trip to Costa Rica next month!
Well, here we are once again. The end of the week and nothing to show for it except a few extra pounds (of pie). But it's time to look the ogre dead in the eyes and amp it up, Gentle Readers. Time to get . . .
Hey, was that the phone?
So that's it, Gentle Readers, progress in the technological era.
Here's an idea for a great weekend: turn your phone OFF for a couple of days and look around you.