In honor of the 40th anniversary of SNL, these are among my personal favorites.
The Blues Brothers
Land Shark skit
Eddie Murphy in Mr. Robinson's Neighborhood
Mike Myers in Coffee Talk
Bill Murray as Nick the Lounge Singer
Martin Short as Ed Grimley
Gilda Radner as Roseanne Rosannandanna
Murray and Radner as Todd and Lisa
Dana Carvey Choppin Broccoli
Chris Farley as Matt Foley, motivational speaker
Dan Aykroyd as the French Chef
Molly Shannon as Mary Catherine Gallagher
Alec Baldwin's Schweddy Balls
Craig and Ariana - the Spartan cheerleaders
The Barry Gibb Talk Show
Jimmy Fallon and Rachel Dratch as Sully and Denise
As a Chicago fan, I have to mention the "Cheeseburger, cheeseburger; chips no fries" take of off the Billy Goat Tavern
And of course Bill Swerski's Superfans
Best Weekend Update Anchors:
Dennis Miller
Seth Myers
Tina Fey
Best Host:
Alec Baldwin
Best Musical Guest:
U2
What are your faves?
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Debate Deflate Gate
I know, I know. The last thing you need is to see another opinion on the proper inflation pressure of a football. Especially from someone like me. Someone who is a football fan for sure, but someone who is pretty ignorant of the finer details of the game.
I wasn't going to do it. It's been scrutinized to death. Still. Here it comes. I promise I'll be brief.
So Tom Brady and the New England Patriots played the first half of the AFC championship game with underinflated footballs. Apparently that's how Brady likes his footballs.
From what I've heard from the experts, no equipment guy is going to take the initiative to purposely underinflate their team's footballs without the knowledge of the QB. And this QB is pleading ignorance.
I realize I'm just a girl with a passing knowledge of the game, but I'm pretty sure that Tom Brady has handled plenty of footballs in his time. I've got to believe that he could tell if one of his footballs was extra light on pressure. But whatever.
In all my time of watching football, I've seen some pretty crazy things. By "crazy" I mean subjective.
First and foremost, those in the know say that the refs could call an offensive holding penalty on every play if they looked closely enough. I'm inclined to believe that. So why on "this" play and not the "last" play? Are the refs just missing them or are there circumstances where they are looking for them?
Subjective.
It's a game of inches. The spotting of the football seems to me at times to be arbitrary. Two inches forward and a team continues their drive. Two inches back and it might constitute a major swing in momentum. I know that the spotting of the ball can be challenged or reviewed, but again: subjective.
Unsportsmanlike conduct? A player can be penalized for making a disparaging comment to someone on the opposing teams' sideline. Okay. But an upper echelon quarterback, like Tom Brady let's say, can go nose to nose with a ref over some perceived slight on his part, expressing his disapproval in what is clearly an antagonistic manner, and he walks away unscathed. Subjective.
Don't even get me started on what constitutes a catch.
All subjective and I'm sure there are countless other examples.
But here's the thing: The rules of football say the ball must be inflated to 12.5-13.5 pounds PSI. It's a rule. It's an objective thing.
Do I think that the Patriots would have lost if they'd used properly inflated footballs? Not likely. But still- they should have used properly inflated footballs. It's a rule. And it's objective. If you're going to play the game, follow the rules.
Otherwise, it's just football anarchy in what's already a field of gray.
I wasn't going to do it. It's been scrutinized to death. Still. Here it comes. I promise I'll be brief.
So Tom Brady and the New England Patriots played the first half of the AFC championship game with underinflated footballs. Apparently that's how Brady likes his footballs.
From what I've heard from the experts, no equipment guy is going to take the initiative to purposely underinflate their team's footballs without the knowledge of the QB. And this QB is pleading ignorance.
I realize I'm just a girl with a passing knowledge of the game, but I'm pretty sure that Tom Brady has handled plenty of footballs in his time. I've got to believe that he could tell if one of his footballs was extra light on pressure. But whatever.
In all my time of watching football, I've seen some pretty crazy things. By "crazy" I mean subjective.
First and foremost, those in the know say that the refs could call an offensive holding penalty on every play if they looked closely enough. I'm inclined to believe that. So why on "this" play and not the "last" play? Are the refs just missing them or are there circumstances where they are looking for them?
Subjective.
It's a game of inches. The spotting of the football seems to me at times to be arbitrary. Two inches forward and a team continues their drive. Two inches back and it might constitute a major swing in momentum. I know that the spotting of the ball can be challenged or reviewed, but again: subjective.
Unsportsmanlike conduct? A player can be penalized for making a disparaging comment to someone on the opposing teams' sideline. Okay. But an upper echelon quarterback, like Tom Brady let's say, can go nose to nose with a ref over some perceived slight on his part, expressing his disapproval in what is clearly an antagonistic manner, and he walks away unscathed. Subjective.
Don't even get me started on what constitutes a catch.
All subjective and I'm sure there are countless other examples.
But here's the thing: The rules of football say the ball must be inflated to 12.5-13.5 pounds PSI. It's a rule. It's an objective thing.
Do I think that the Patriots would have lost if they'd used properly inflated footballs? Not likely. But still- they should have used properly inflated footballs. It's a rule. And it's objective. If you're going to play the game, follow the rules.
Otherwise, it's just football anarchy in what's already a field of gray.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
A real author?
Hey everyone!
So, a few weeks ago I signed a contract with Camel Press for my manuscript Bygones. I've tried not to get too excited about it. Even though I have a signed contract, there's a long way to go. Anything could happen, so I've tried not to get too excited.
Still, I have a signed contract for my novel Bygones!!!
I know I have a lot of work ahead of me and I'm totally up for it. It's been a long time coming. Like countless struggling writers out there, I've spent hours and hours and hours researching and querying agents and publishers. I held my breath when I got a response, equally dreading and anticipating the answer. It was rejection after rejection after…well, you get the idea.
My first novel, At Second Sight, was a long journey. Ten years of writing, re-writing, editing, re-writing some more, querying, rejection, some interest and then more editing before rejection. It was my baby, a labor of love. How could absolutely no one out there share my passion for the story?
But no one did. I consoled myself with stories about now famous authors being rejected on their initial attempts. I knew I was one of hundreds of thousands of writers out there who felt the same way.
So I put it away. I worked on other things. But it never left me. I knew it was a good story. There had to be an audience out there for it.
Hello Kindle. Hello Nook.
It was terrifying but I did it. Even though no agent or publisher thought it was worth anything, I put it out there. It's not a best seller, but from what I've heard, it's sold more copies than most books that have been self-published. I consider it a success. The fact that I just sat down and did it, wrote a novel, was a success. But it's nice that some people have read and appreciated my story.
So check it out! At Second Sight is available for Kindle and Nook. If you read it, please leave a review.
But hey! I just signed a contract for my novel Bygones!
Hopefully it'll be coming soon!
So, a few weeks ago I signed a contract with Camel Press for my manuscript Bygones. I've tried not to get too excited about it. Even though I have a signed contract, there's a long way to go. Anything could happen, so I've tried not to get too excited.
Still, I have a signed contract for my novel Bygones!!!
I know I have a lot of work ahead of me and I'm totally up for it. It's been a long time coming. Like countless struggling writers out there, I've spent hours and hours and hours researching and querying agents and publishers. I held my breath when I got a response, equally dreading and anticipating the answer. It was rejection after rejection after…well, you get the idea.
My first novel, At Second Sight, was a long journey. Ten years of writing, re-writing, editing, re-writing some more, querying, rejection, some interest and then more editing before rejection. It was my baby, a labor of love. How could absolutely no one out there share my passion for the story?
But no one did. I consoled myself with stories about now famous authors being rejected on their initial attempts. I knew I was one of hundreds of thousands of writers out there who felt the same way.
So I put it away. I worked on other things. But it never left me. I knew it was a good story. There had to be an audience out there for it.
Hello Kindle. Hello Nook.
It was terrifying but I did it. Even though no agent or publisher thought it was worth anything, I put it out there. It's not a best seller, but from what I've heard, it's sold more copies than most books that have been self-published. I consider it a success. The fact that I just sat down and did it, wrote a novel, was a success. But it's nice that some people have read and appreciated my story.
So check it out! At Second Sight is available for Kindle and Nook. If you read it, please leave a review.
But hey! I just signed a contract for my novel Bygones!
Hopefully it'll be coming soon!
Friday, January 2, 2015
Bowl Slayer
Soooo…..
Watched the Tax Slayer Bowl today. Please refer to my post dated: September 14, 2014
Nuff said
Watched the Tax Slayer Bowl today. Please refer to my post dated: September 14, 2014
Nuff said
Thursday, January 1, 2015
To sleep...
Yeah, I know. It's New Year's Day. 2015. A new chapter. Time to bid farewell to the past and look forward to the future. Time to ditch bad habits and make improvements. Time to take better care of ourselves.
So you'd think my post today would be about New Year's and all the changes I intend to make so that 2015 will be my best year ever.
Guess again. This is what I want to talk about.
What does it say about me that the best part of my day is when I get to go to sleep at night?
I know, this is a busy time of year. The holidays are fun, but with them comes parties, shopping for presents, putting up decorations, taking them down. It's time to get together with friends and family. There's driving long distances, bad weather. Stress.
And of course there's the food. And more food. Then a little bit more. And wine. I eat and drink everything in sight and only feel worse because of it.
It would only make sense that lately when I lie down at night to sleep, I thank my lucky stars. A chance for peace and quiet. Time to rest the body and mind. I have to do it. I tell myself that anyway. In order to make it through the busy days of November and December.
But really I'm just kidding myself. It's not something new. It's not related to the busy holidays.
Every night before bed, I take the dog out to do her business. The minute she's back inside she runs to the bedroom to stake out her spot. I join her and pick up a book to read a few pages before sleep. Ridley cuddles up next to me and soon I hear her soft snoring. I read until I can no longer keep my eyes open- usually just a chapter or two. I flick off the lights and lay down. Get comfortable. A few thoughts flit through my mind before drifting off. Then I'm out.
It's a ritual. One I look forward to more than any other part of my day. So what does that say about me?
Is it a coping mechanism? I can lose the worries of the day in darkness. It could be that when I'm lying in bed, there's nothing else I should be doing. My only goal for the foreseeable future is sleep.
Or maybe I'm just tired and my heated mattress pad covered bed is so warm and comfy.
It's probably a combination of all of the above. But whatever it is, it is. And I have no idea what that says about me.
And oh yeah. This year I resolve to drink more water.
And write every day.
Happy New Year!!
So you'd think my post today would be about New Year's and all the changes I intend to make so that 2015 will be my best year ever.
Guess again. This is what I want to talk about.
What does it say about me that the best part of my day is when I get to go to sleep at night?
I know, this is a busy time of year. The holidays are fun, but with them comes parties, shopping for presents, putting up decorations, taking them down. It's time to get together with friends and family. There's driving long distances, bad weather. Stress.
And of course there's the food. And more food. Then a little bit more. And wine. I eat and drink everything in sight and only feel worse because of it.
It would only make sense that lately when I lie down at night to sleep, I thank my lucky stars. A chance for peace and quiet. Time to rest the body and mind. I have to do it. I tell myself that anyway. In order to make it through the busy days of November and December.
But really I'm just kidding myself. It's not something new. It's not related to the busy holidays.
Every night before bed, I take the dog out to do her business. The minute she's back inside she runs to the bedroom to stake out her spot. I join her and pick up a book to read a few pages before sleep. Ridley cuddles up next to me and soon I hear her soft snoring. I read until I can no longer keep my eyes open- usually just a chapter or two. I flick off the lights and lay down. Get comfortable. A few thoughts flit through my mind before drifting off. Then I'm out.
It's a ritual. One I look forward to more than any other part of my day. So what does that say about me?
Is it a coping mechanism? I can lose the worries of the day in darkness. It could be that when I'm lying in bed, there's nothing else I should be doing. My only goal for the foreseeable future is sleep.
Or maybe I'm just tired and my heated mattress pad covered bed is so warm and comfy.
It's probably a combination of all of the above. But whatever it is, it is. And I have no idea what that says about me.
And oh yeah. This year I resolve to drink more water.
And write every day.
Happy New Year!!
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
A Quiet Thanksgiving
I love Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday. No commercialism… well…except for the Black Friday sales that now start on Thursday. Whatever. I've never had any desire to sacrifice my precious sleeping hours to go out and risk my life shopping.
Thanksgiving is all about food. And comfort food at that. It's that wonderful day of the year that you get to pig out and make no excuses. In fact, it's expected of you to overindulge in mashed potatoes and stuffing, pecan pie. Never been much of a pumpkin pie fan, but good for all of you who are.
Thanksgiving is also about being together with family. I consider myself very fortunate that everyone in my family gets along. Or at least they appear to get along. I know that no cops will be called to settle a domestic dispute over the proper stuffing recipe. The only raised voices will be those inspired by an excess of wine. All in good fun. No offense meant.
This year, our family is getting together on Saturday. Same turkey and dressing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, wild rice. It's just that we'll be giving thanks on Saturday and not Thursday. It's cool. No big deal.
But here's the thing: it's still Thanksgiving day Thursday. It's still the holiday. The Macy's parade, the dog show, the football. All Thursday. So why am I looking forward to it with such relish? I'm going to spend the day with my beautiful puggle girl, Ridley. We're going to watch the Bears (not the highlight, but still), maybe the dog show. Gonna build a fire in the fireplace, pig out on some yummy food.
It's going to be a deliciously quiet day. And I can't wait!
Thanksgiving is all about food. And comfort food at that. It's that wonderful day of the year that you get to pig out and make no excuses. In fact, it's expected of you to overindulge in mashed potatoes and stuffing, pecan pie. Never been much of a pumpkin pie fan, but good for all of you who are.
Thanksgiving is also about being together with family. I consider myself very fortunate that everyone in my family gets along. Or at least they appear to get along. I know that no cops will be called to settle a domestic dispute over the proper stuffing recipe. The only raised voices will be those inspired by an excess of wine. All in good fun. No offense meant.
This year, our family is getting together on Saturday. Same turkey and dressing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, wild rice. It's just that we'll be giving thanks on Saturday and not Thursday. It's cool. No big deal.
But here's the thing: it's still Thanksgiving day Thursday. It's still the holiday. The Macy's parade, the dog show, the football. All Thursday. So why am I looking forward to it with such relish? I'm going to spend the day with my beautiful puggle girl, Ridley. We're going to watch the Bears (not the highlight, but still), maybe the dog show. Gonna build a fire in the fireplace, pig out on some yummy food.
It's going to be a deliciously quiet day. And I can't wait!
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
My child is a puggle
I'm just going to say it. I know I risk the wrath of parents everywhere and even as I write this I'm looking skyward for potential lightning strikes.
I would rather have a dog than a baby.
There. OK. Let me have it.
The holidays are approaching and I'll be getting together with family. That means traveling. I bring my dog with me wherever I go. I hate having to board her. She is my child. She should be with me. Plus she was born on Christmas Eve. I'm not going to have her locked up in a little kennel on her birthday!
Now some of my family members don't appreciate having a joyous little bundle of love and affection running around their homes. I get that. I guess. But the mere fact that I have to ask galls me. And that they say "no, don't bring her" really gets my ire up.
I know what you're thinking- that it's not an unreasonable request-asking me to leave my little girl at home.
But here's the thing: I've never wanted to have children. I told my mother that when I was a young girl and she was appropriately aghast. I've never made a secret of my unnatural tendencies. It's not that I have anything against children. I just don't have that ability to instantly dissolve into a cooing mess at the mere sight of a baby.
I have 5 nephews and 2 nieces and I love them all.
It's just that...well...Let's just say that I don't particularly like the screaming, crying, drooling, puking. I don't like the smell of poopy diapers, the look of snot running out of noses. And I really don't like that every time I'd get together with all of them, I'd leave with 1or 2 viruses.
By virtue of their cute holiness, babies are automatically accepted everywhere. To suggest that perhaps they shouldn't be in church or at the movies or on an airplane, is to take your life into your own hands. I subscribe to the European practice of leaving the baby at home and taking the dog to the restaurant with you for dinner. Dogs are certainly cleaner than babies.
I'm just saying: No one ever asked me if it was OK to bring their baby around and I never said a word.
Is it too much to ask that I bring my precious little girl with me?
I would rather have a dog than a baby.
There. OK. Let me have it.
The holidays are approaching and I'll be getting together with family. That means traveling. I bring my dog with me wherever I go. I hate having to board her. She is my child. She should be with me. Plus she was born on Christmas Eve. I'm not going to have her locked up in a little kennel on her birthday!
Now some of my family members don't appreciate having a joyous little bundle of love and affection running around their homes. I get that. I guess. But the mere fact that I have to ask galls me. And that they say "no, don't bring her" really gets my ire up.
I know what you're thinking- that it's not an unreasonable request-asking me to leave my little girl at home.
But here's the thing: I've never wanted to have children. I told my mother that when I was a young girl and she was appropriately aghast. I've never made a secret of my unnatural tendencies. It's not that I have anything against children. I just don't have that ability to instantly dissolve into a cooing mess at the mere sight of a baby.
I have 5 nephews and 2 nieces and I love them all.
It's just that...well...Let's just say that I don't particularly like the screaming, crying, drooling, puking. I don't like the smell of poopy diapers, the look of snot running out of noses. And I really don't like that every time I'd get together with all of them, I'd leave with 1or 2 viruses.
By virtue of their cute holiness, babies are automatically accepted everywhere. To suggest that perhaps they shouldn't be in church or at the movies or on an airplane, is to take your life into your own hands. I subscribe to the European practice of leaving the baby at home and taking the dog to the restaurant with you for dinner. Dogs are certainly cleaner than babies.
I'm just saying: No one ever asked me if it was OK to bring their baby around and I never said a word.
Is it too much to ask that I bring my precious little girl with me?
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