Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The state of the blog

Once again, I offered the heartiest of mea culpas for not posting timelier tidbits on the blog of late. I would like to say, though, that I appreciate some of you making an concerted effort to keeping things going by remarking on the Nancy comic strips (“Um…that Aunt Fritzi is sure a smokin’ babe, don’t you think…?”) in an effort to keep some sort of conversation going. You know who you are, and I salute you as a result.

Some of my usual copious free time this week has been occupied by the man who admits he is my father when it looks as if he will not suffer any negative fallout by making such an admission. For those of you who’ve never had the opportunity to meet the man (and this isn’t unusual, he’s been telling kids to get off his lawn almost as long as Bill Crider has been writing), I should explain that because his sole experience working with a computer can chalked up to hours spent playing Monopoly Casino, he’s not too familiar with the Internets and has convinced himself that “online” is basically a mystical happy land where the money to be made is just falling out of people’s pockets, allowing him to take advantage of this largess simply by bending down and scooping up the excess into his own. Honest to my grandma, he has more get-rich-quick schemes than Ralph Kramden—he was showing me some gadget he was thinking about investing in one time and I asked him with the straightest face I could muster: “Can it core a apple?” (No, he doesn’t get any of my in-jokes either.)

He brought a pair of DVDs over to Rancho Yesteryear over the past two days that talk about his latest venture, and the woman shilling for this product looks into the camera and says with a better deadpan than mine: “It is not necessary for you to have a computer to make money from this opportunity…” (Two, three, four) “A friend or relative who does have a computer can certainly help you out.” She said this so often on the disc that my father would sing out: “She’s talking about you again…”

Suffice it to say, Project “This-Time-Next-Year-We’ll-Be-Millionaires” is eating away at the time I usually spend watching and reviewing movies, so I must ask for your indulgence in allowing the old man and I to get this incredible money-making scheme underway…and who knows, if he makes the kind of scratch that these people say he will, we may do an Oprah and buy cars for everybody.

In the meantime, Ed Copeland was kind enough to let me rent his blog for a centennial tribute to one of my favorite actors, Robert Ryan, who was born on this date one hundred years ago. (The game plan was for me to watch a few Ryan flicks and write up some reviews…so those will be postponed until further notice. If you were wondering why I featured the still from The Naked Spur [1953] in the Thrilling Days of Yesteryear banner…now you know.) In closing, I would just like to say that if you’re planning on getting me a Christmas gift this year, I’ve had my eye on this little bauble for the past couple of days.

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Bill Crider said...

You can buy dozens of those baubles when your dad's scheme pays off. And when you start passing out those cars, I'll take a Caddy.

faustina said...

Hey, when your dad's scheme pays off, how about letting the rest of us in on the gambit so we can ALL be rich? That would be super!
Oh, and I think the watch is nifty, but what I REALLY liked was the link for telling time analog-style and the discussion on time & space. What a cool site!