Friday Potpourri Vol. 20
Roger Ebert died Thursday.
He made movie reviewing interesting along with his friend and colleague, Gene Siskel. They had a long running tv show until Gene’s death several years ago.
They had a real passion for movies. As is evidenced by this clip:
My only complaint about Roger and his reviews was that you couldn’t really read one before you saw the movie. He almost always gave away too much.
His last piece for the Chicago Sun-Times was two days ago. It was filled with future plans. I won’t quote from it here. If you see it linked to on the internet, you should take a moment and read it.
In other news, I watched Lawrence O’Donnell’s show on MSNBC Thursday night. He was touting the fact that Martin Short was going to be on. I love Martin Short. He is wildly funny. Quick and clever. I thought this would be great.
Turned out there was a slight problem, Lawrence didn’t know how to get out of the way and let Martin do his stuff.
The last segment was supposed to be Martin Short talking about the late night talk show shuffle.
Instead, Lawrence spent most of it showing clips of Leno and Fallon.
I was outraged and took my complaint to Twitter where I said the following, “I like how Lawrence showed Martin Short clips of other people attempting humor. He would show Rembrandt Bob Ross videos.”
Followed by this tweet,”Watch Rembrandt! See, he puts a tree wherever he wants. Oops, we ran out of time to watch you paint.”
I shouldn’t be surprised that an NBC station wouldn’t recognize the potential for comedy.
One last thing. I was looking at the obituaries as we old folks do, when a name popped up from my childhood.
My first babysitter passed away this week. Sue lived next door to us with her family. I guess she was in high school when she babysat for us. The obit listed her age as 66 so she was ten years older than me.
She was always good with us. Always smiling.
I don’t remember seeing her after we moved away from there. So it was interesting to see that she had raised six kids of her own. She had ten grandchildren. Worked at General Electric for 32 years. 66 is just too young to go. You invest all that time in raising a family, there should be time to sit back and enjoy it.
She probably wouldn’t be amused that the people who wrote her obit spelled her maiden name three different ways. Or maybe, she would.
Anyway, you kids keep breathing. I can’t afford to lose any of you.
Peace.
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