SPY:

I recently saw the movie SPY with Melissa McCarthy and Jason Statham etc.
Mostly Jason Statham.
It was mostly Jason Statham and mostly the reason I needed to watch it.

It's actually a funny movie. It's not why we're here today though. It's the lush James Bond influenced opening number, "Who Can You Trust" that's sung with a very Shirley Bassey approach. I just assumed it was K.D. Lang. So I went looking for it using (K.D. Lang spy theme) with no results. Then searched (Spy the movie theme) and came up with Ivy Levan.

Wow.



It’s Family Reunion Time:

For Mitzi,



While combing through my contacts, mailing lists and emails of correspondence with relatives in preparation for an upcoming family reunion I realized that I was missing the phone number of Uncle Lesley. So I did what I usually do in this situation, I ring up Aunt Bennie.

“Hey Aunt Bennie, Uh huh…well maybe you shouldn’t let Fester go in the herb garden if you know that she’s allergic to thyme…I know but she’s a cat and cat’s have smaller bodies and…What? Oh no! When did that happen? Well Prissy was a good birddog I’m sure he’ll be missed…Listen Bennie…do you happen to have Uncle Lesley’s telephone number? Yes I can wait…uh huh…so you keep your address book in the laundry hamper? Don’t you think that’s being a little over cautious? Uh huh…I understand, crime is ever present but there hasn’t been a crime in Hickory for years and Sherriff Lovelady eventually found the culprit…what’s that? LAkewood 2265? I don’t know…that must be an old number as I’m sure that…wait…who’s that? Oh hello, Bob, I didn’t realize that you were still working the switchboard in Hickory after you got married. Oh that’s terrible…and he left you at the altar…I guess a girl has to soldier on and keep working after something like that happens. Say Bob, do you happen to have Uncle Lesley’s number? 2265 you say? Okay I’ll give Uncle Meredith a call up in Abbeville and see if he has a more recent number. Okay thanks Bob and thank you Aunt Bennie and we’ll see you at the reunion in July. Okay, alright, uh huh, I’m sure Cousin Ashley will be there and you can give him the sweater you knitted for him then although it’s gonna be hot, uh huh well okay then, alright then we’ll see you then. Love you too, CLICK.”

So I call up Uncle Meredith.

“Hey there Uncle Meredith how are you doing? Bursitis huh? And Lumbago? Maybe Aunt Bennie can mix up some of her homemade liniment and give it to you at the reunion. What’s that? You don’t say…so Kim is in the army? I’m sure you’re proud of him. Listen Uncle Meredith do you happen to have your brother’s number? No I already have Uncle Beverly’s number…and…no I have Uncle Evelyn’s number too, I spoke with him earlier today. Uncle Whitney? I have that number. I need Lesley’s number? No, Uncle Hillary already put a deposit on the cabin for July. What’s that? LAkewood 2265? I’m pretty sure that’s not…Oh Aunt Morgan wants to talk to me for a minute…I really don’t have…Hey Aunt Morgan how are you? Oh I’m really looking forward to your rhubarb pie…yes I remember when you won the blue ribbon…oh? You have his new walkabout phone number? Thanks Aunt Morgan I’ll give him a call, uh huh well okay then, alright then we’ll see you then. Love you too, CLICK.”

So I call up Uncle Lesley’s new walkabout number but I’ve forgotten that he’s hard of hearing.

“Hello is this Uncle Lesley? What? Oh…HELLO UNCLE LESLEY…TURN THE VOLUME BUTTON UP…CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? Oh good…How are you doing? Oh…but it only acts up when it’s raining? Well I guess a drought is a good thing but how’s the farm gonna handle…Oh hey there Aunt Charli…How are you today…I know he can be cantankerous, but where I live everybody is always on their walkabout phones. What’s that? I’m sure it’s purely innocent him talking to Casey on the Myfacebooks. Listen, I just wanted to make sure that you guys get the cabin you like for the reunion in July. Well, I didn’t see your names show up on the reservation list. You know Uncle Lesley is not that great on the internet so you might want to…oh yes I talked to Alexis yesterday and he’s onboard…yes all of his kids will be there…Danni, Frances, Georgie and Jackie…what’s that? Ashley? Yes he’ll be there and I’m sure you’ll have a chance to give him the sweater you knitted…, uh huh well okay then, alright then we’ll see you then. Love you too, CLICK.”

Mystery Guest:

Can you name this dark beauty?


Sorry to be away so long, been cleaning my cuckoo cuckoo clock. As always...no cheating with google image and if you know the answer then give everyone else a chance before you blurt it out.

In All of Our Collective Consciousness:



Whilst in the midst of having a hectic day off running errands, tending to the piles of laundry, tightening-up the P-trap under the kitchen sink and general household zhoozhing, I halt my marching through the living room to watch a scene from a movie on one of the various classic movie channels that are constantly playing, mostly to entertain the dogs, and it’s, Andy Hardy!

“Well, Hello Andy Hardy,” I say aloud to the TV screen, “I kind of liked you Andy. Always such a sap with that, awe-shucks, hands-shoved-into-your-pockets, kicking-the-dirt-off-the-tires-of-your-old-jalopy, thing that you do..."

Mickey Rooney…I mutter to myself. Now that was a character, I continue on with my assessment of Mr. Rooney. Only just died recently too. Damn, he and his latest weird wife were just hawking something or another to the elderly crowd during commercial breaks for the Price Is Right. He lived a long time. A quick Wikki reveals 93 at his death last April. He spent his whole life on screen and there isn’t a time in my life that doesn’t include Mickey Rooney. Always present up until the day he died, always in our collective consciousness.

I found myself recalling Mickey Rooney moments, like the time I caught a late night TV screening when I was about 9 or 10 where he plays a wild Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream, well worth watching, he and a young Elizabeth Taylor, another, ‘always in our collective consciousness,’ actress starring in National Velvet, and the one that stands out in my mind as I actually saw it at the movie theater, Black Stallion. This also starred Terri Garr, a rather quasi but again another, ‘collective consciousness,’ type personality, working as far back as Star Trek to more recently schilling Hanes underwear.

Several days later I’m reading an article where Drew Barrymore is expressing her idea of beauty and make-up, pushing her own line of beauty products and routine, giving her standard quirky faerie like observations of life and girlishness, when I’m struck by the comparisons of Drew and Mickey’s lives. Both driven and working from the age of 6, both having been in my memory as far back as it goes. She'll probably work until she dies like her grandparents.

Just how many people like this have we in our collective consciousness? People who were professional children and adults that are still working today, my list is populating rather quickly, Jodi Foster, Brooke Shields, Donny Osmond, Stevie Wonder, Harry Connick Jr, Michael Jackson.… What about you? Who are the people or personalities that stand out in your mind that embody this, ‘having always been in our collective consciousness,’ concept?