Posts Tagged "Gandalf"


In April of 2014, my beloved poochie was diagnosed with kidney failure. She was about 10 years old. We were never sure about her exact age because she was a rescue dog. Her disease was rated at a level of 1. I asked the vet how one would know when she was more like a level 3 or 4? How does one know when it’s time to intervene and euthanize your pet? She said, “You’ll know.” She was right. On Friday afternoon,...

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I finally got around to watching the Fox Network’s remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Everyone was fantastically talented in this production; however, I didn’t care for it much. It simply seemed like a sophisticated high school production made by the stars of Glee. Again; don’t get me wrong, everyone sang and danced well, and everyone was attractive. I think that was a large part of the problem. I’ve...

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How do you feel about stinky cheese? I can handle Bleu types, Parmesan/Romano types, Swiss types, Feta types, whatever. I CANNOT handle any sort of cheese that comes from a goat. I know it’s all the rage, but I will always avoid any sort of goat cheese (and milk and even meat). Have I tried to acquire a taste for these goaty products? Half-heartedly in the past. Now I’m grown up enough to proclaim, “I AM DONE.”...

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I just finished reading Stacy Schiff’s Cleopatra. It was okay; I gave it 3 stars on Goodreads, then put it in my book bag as a donation to wherever, since I don’t plan to read it again. My takeaway was this: 1. Politicians were incredibly corrupt. 2. The 1% ruled the world and didn’t give a shit about the remaining 99%. 3. A truly powerful woman will certainly not be a saint, but she will undoubtedly engender all...

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My mom occasionally liked to see films at our local art cinema, The Guild. One day she took us to see And Now For Something Completely Different, starring a band of relatively obscure Brits collectively known as Monty Python’s Flying Circus. I was ten and my sister was seven. It was 1972—why wasn’t she taking us to see some Disney film, like Napoleon and Samantha? Thank goodness she didn’t. In the end, my mom...

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