tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39270085301002589492024-03-02T07:55:16.040-08:00JanesworldWhatever's on my mind. Yeah, there's a joke there. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-18558529766326609282014-06-21T09:05:00.001-07:002014-06-21T09:07:36.103-07:00Ten Kid-Friendly Things to do on the Longest Day of the Year<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Today, in the Northern Hemisphere, we'll have about 30 hours of daylight, making it the longest day of the year. What are you going to do with it? Here are ten things you can do to make today special.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">1. Take a photo of your shadow at noon. Save it. OK, you'll automatically save it but remember that you took it. Take another at the same time and the same place, or at least in the same hemisphere, on December 21, the Winter Solstice. Then you can have a picture like this and say, oh, look at that. I did that. Cool.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">2. Connect with ancient peoples and dye something. Natural dyes have been used back in early <a href="http://www.tie-dye.us/tie-dye-history.htm" target="_blank">Mesopotamia</a>. What we consider as classic American tie-dye is more of a 1950's thing. What can you dye? How about a shirt with mystery stains on it? Or perhaps a towel, canvas shoes, a plain tote bag, cotton sheets-- I went for sleep shirts/bathing suit cover-ups for my kids. This is what I used.:</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">XXL white cotton t-shirts</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">red Kool-Aid</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The red <a href="http://www.education.com/activity/article/Make_Kool-Aid_Tie_Dye/" target="_blank">Kool-Aid</a> will give the white a pale pink wash. After all the dye was squirted out and the shirts twisted and rubber banded, bag them until the next day. Then I suggest microwaving them one at a time for 30 seconds. Then I unravel and let the sun air dry them. Then I rinse and wash and dry. That's how I roll. Have fun. Make a mess. There is no wrong way to do this. In the end you will have a shirt with a lot of colors on it. And you and yours will have made it all on your own. And that's cool enough. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">3. Make a frozen treat that is, here's the catch--reasonably healthy. Take kiwifruit. <i>Please</i>. It's one of those super foods you're probably not eating. It's full of omega -3 fatty acid, vitamin C, E, and K, plus some fiber and other good-for-you things. Mix it with the "it's healthy in small doses" dark chocolate and you've got a sneakily healthy frozen snack. Here's the incredibly easy <a href="http://www.barefeetinthekitchen.com/2011/10/chocolate-covered-kiwi-popsicles.html" target="_blank">recipe</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">4. Plant something. Anything. You don't even have to go and buy something to plant. There's an excellent chance you have maple seedlings on or near your property. Pull one out and find a place where it can grow 60-80 feet. You'll be climbing in it before you know it. And if you're kid-centric in your home activities as I am, my kids are all sorts of attentive over the trees/flowers they have personally planted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5. Pick a series of books and start at the very beginning. Then spend the summer reading the series all the way through. You can do the same with collected works. One summer I read all of the Sherlock Holmes mysteries. When you read a series in a row you notice things, subtle changes, themes. If you do choose Sherlock be sure and then commit to the movies and the TV shows so you can compare/contrast/complain/enjoy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Other than Sherlock Holmes? Shakespeare's comedies, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings (if you're really committed start with The Hobbit and include The Silmarillion). Pick up Rules of Prey by John Sandford, which came out in 1989. Sue Grafton's A is for Alibi series (she's almost up to Z), or choose a few pieces of classic lit that you just never got around to but should've read such as The Great Gatsby or Gulliver's Travels. Annoy your HBO-watching friends and begin George R. R. Martin's series A Song of Fire and Ice. The first book is A Game of Thrones. Yeah, that Game of Thrones. Now you'll be prepared next time there's any sort of celebration on the show. Those never end well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">6. Try a food you've never tried before. Scrapple, jellied cow's foot, pig brains, mountain oysters, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">haggis anyone, anyone?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, on second thought, maybe you have to be raised eating haggis to truly appreciate it. How about really expanding your palate and try non-fried seafood, or a taco (for some, a taco is exotic)? What's the worst thing that could happen? You spit it out, you have a funny story to tell about that time you tried..., you like it, you'll always remember that you discovered your love of <i>whatever</i> on the longest day of the year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">7. Learn a bird song. Just one. I guarantee there are birds where you are. If you can't identify a single one immediately look it up. Personally, my favorite song comes from the mockingbird. It mocks you know. And I have always been more of a mocker than a rocker. Here's an <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNNX3f3_svo" target="_blank">example</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This poster sums up what's around me. I can ID them all, but not by song. Why bother? I like knowing what's going on in my world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">8. Test all your fire alarms and carbon monoxide alarms and replace the batteries if needed. If you don't have such alarms, get them. Right now. I'll wait. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">9. Unplug for an hour. Yeah, an entire hour. No TV, no computer (wait until you finish reading this of course), no phone. Shut it all down and walk away, notice I said walk. <a href="http://healthland.time.com/2012/07/10/get-up-sitting-less-can-add-years-to-your-life/" target="_blank">Studies show</a> that just sitting, even if you're working, is taking years off your life. Yes, I said years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">10. Be outside when the fireflies start to rise. It's the longest day of the year, it'll be worth it. The further away from a city you can get for this the better. If you have plenty in your yard you can even get your yard <a href="http://www.firefly.org/certify-your-backyard-as-wildlife-habitat.html" target="_blank">certified</a> by the National Wildlife Federation. Fireflies can put on quite a show. They talk to each other with their lights. Even their eggs can glow. And they're one of the few members of the insect world that do not freak my kids out. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There ya go. Ten things to do today. The longest day of the year. Let me know if you got to any of them. Now who has two thumbs and is unplugging her computer? This girl!</span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-28213072485347878342014-01-23T18:05:00.000-08:002014-06-21T10:43:04.162-07:00ReinventionIt was around 9:30 Friday morning, five years ago today, that my Station Manager informed me, "budget cuts, it's your turn, Sharon will go over your paperwork." I laughed. He left the room. "It wasn't supposed to be you. This isn't fair." That's what I heard. But it didn't matter. And that was how 15 years at 698 South Willow Avenue ended for me. <br />
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I wasn't ushered out with security after being laid off. I went back into the Magic studio to finish the Friday edition of Jane Magazine. There was one voice track left to play right before 10am. I could've gone live to break the news, but I just didn't want to get emotional. I had been plenty emotional during 9/11, during the Virginia Tech shootings, you name it. I realized I didn't want to leave my show on a downer.<br />
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The problem came when the entire staff came in. Well, almost the entire staff. It was touching and I shall treasure it. Is it relevant that there was behind-the-scenes drama to which I was made privy? No, not at all. I knew that radio was dying. Sure, I wasn't ready to pull the plug at that moment because I loved doing my show. But I did know it wasn't going to last.<br />
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Am I angry that I was laid off? No. Can't say that I am. Once Clear Channel had sold the stations I knew that I had no desire to work with any other company. When the largest radio broadcasting company owns your home so to speak, you get used to a certain level of benefits that small companies cannot compete with. <br />
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Do I still see anyone I used to work with? Well, Jim Herrin, sure. We celebrated 20 years of marriage last October. In 2009 there was a lot of contact with my former co-workers. But it slowly faded. Do I have any hard feelings? Not at all. Life goes by pretty fast as Ferris Bueller said. If you don't see someone every single day, it doesn't mean you don't like them, it just means they're not part of your daily life. That's normal. Do I listen to the radio? January 25, 2009 I reactived the Sirius account in my car. No terrestrial radio for me. <br />
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If I had not've been laid off, I would've missed a great deal. No doubt I would've had to take a leave of absence due to major medical issues and surgeries. (I'm fine now.) I wouldn't have been able to just <b>be</b> with my daughters. Anna Grace will turn 9 in May and Jenna will turn 8 in August. They are beyond awesome. They're not only beautiful, but they've been gifted with intelligence, sarcasm, and a great sense of timing. You just can't learn timing.<br />
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The whole door shuts window opens things is true. Things happen for a reason. When no one in this town would hire me, let alone interview me, I started my own business. And it is extraordinarily successful. Yes, I still dabble in acting and such but we all knew I wasn't going to do that for a living unless I was given my own show. This Type A doesn't do background or principal extra all that well. <br />
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What I get now is, "what do you, uh, do now?" I haven't gotten , "you used to be Jane Ellen." Yet. I am still very much Jane Ellen. And I am not defined by my job. In short, I say I make people look good. No, not as a makeup artist (I got bored with that), but as a media coach. I work with branding, marketing, engaging an audience. Yes, engaging an audience-something at which I excel.<br />
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I have several major clients. I'm not going to name them here because I often ghost as them on their social media accounts. My specialties are G+ and Pinterest. G+ has been my favorite place to play since its launch in 2011. And with YouTube integration, authorship, Local, and Google search, it's the best way to get you or your company noticed and your audience engaged. Sometimes I just teach G+ because there is a fairly significant learning curve. But it's like going from a rotary phone to a smart phone. There are new features to learn and a new way of thinking, but once you grasp how to use it, it empowers you. <br />
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I laugh to myself when I use phrases like <i>audience engagement, thought leader, business transparency</i>, and the like. I can talk tech with the best of them and even understand it. Whoa! My uber geek is in full swing and I couldn't be happier. <br />
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My point in writing this is for anyone who feels their world is ending because of a job or a relationship or a whatever. Well, it isn't. That's something I always knew in theory, but now I know it in practice. <br />
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I read that most people have five different careers during a lifetime. Everyone has to make a new normal for themselves. For the last ten years of my radio career, the new normal was getting up at 3am to prepare for my show. Since that ended I did national TV, wore iconic fashions, traveled, made new friends and spent a lot of time with my family. I took what I knew and adjusted to the current business climate. Now I'm the one with the right skills at the right time. <br />
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Sometimes you have to reinvent yourself in order to succeed. Reinvention means change and change can be scary. You just have to have faith that you'll find your way. I did.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-14105678577557126372013-11-24T19:35:00.001-08:002014-06-21T10:44:15.114-07:00Misophonia and How Can You NOT Have it?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Misophonia. Ever heard of it? Yeah, me neither. Until this weekend. Not that I need another onia or obia and yet, I have had this since I was a kid. Now, I admit, I could just be a hyper-sensitive ass who is highly judgmental. But misophonia is not a judgment call issue, it's a fact issue. And that fact is YOU MAKE SO MUCH NOISE EATING. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's true. Every smack, every slurp, every chomp I hear as hammer blows in my head. Rationally, I know I make noises when I eat. I know it is impossible to not make a sound while eating. But all the noise noise noise NOISE. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The condition started to be talked about by the people in the white coats in 2001. That would explain why you've never heard of misophonia (Greek for "extreme dislike of sound"). It's just the type of thing I would feel idiotic telling anyone about, least of all any type of doctor. But it's nice to know I'm not <strike>crazy</strike> alone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From the time I was quite young, my oldest sister would bestow the loving words of "stop smacking your lips, Jane" and, my favorite "you choose the crunchiest cereal on purpose don't you?" True, it was Cap'n Crunch. Point taken. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I was somewhere in the 10-15 year old range I picked up on it. With age comes wisdom, and I know that I am friends with many noisy eaters and drinkers. I could name them, yet, that would be pointless. And rude. They don't know that I've heard every sound they've ever made. And they don't need to. Because misophonia, why, it sounds even more ludicrous as I write about it. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you had known misophonia was a thing now, you'd have looked and discovered several books on the subject.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sound-Rage. A Primer of the Neurobiology and Psychology of a Little Known Anger Disorder posits that misophonia is a neurological condition where triggers, such as gum chewing, will set off the urge to flee. Or flee really, really angrily away. For me, I flee in my mind. Or I scream quite loudly. In my mind. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 14px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I've already said, if the sound of someone eating makes you want to scream, why, that makes you a jerk, a lunatic, or a bit of both. </span></span><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Now, the next time I have been "triggered" to "run screaming out of the room/start punching you in the face" I will simply say, "my </span>misophonia<span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> is acting up" and leave it at that. Whoever I say it to need not know what misophonia is, they just need to know my onia is hurting, so back off. And while I'm at it, your epidermis is showing. Do something about that, won't you?</span><br />
<span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-74650795216271841922013-09-07T11:02:00.000-07:002014-06-21T10:45:17.227-07:00The Art of Bonding<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It dawned on me the other day that the people with whom I worked for 15 years are in another place in my life now. Friend-wise, I like to keep in touch with people. I recall my AP English teacher saying to us, the seniors in her class, "Most people only have five good friends their whole life. Chances are, the people you feel are your five right now, will not be five years from now." She had a thing for fives apparently. She also said that E.T. was a Christ figure. But we can discuss that another time.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Most of the class acted in denial, "as if!" I didn't, because some of my friends from kindergarten were sitting with me in the class. I still keep up with them. But keeping up is different from constant contact isn't it? </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Because of social media platforms you can "keep up" with former classmates and co-workers, should you want to. However, I meant a more active friendship when I started writing this. If you work with someone, you see them every day. You know about their families, you know when they're sick, you know what they smell like.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">That type of knowledge implies a certain type of intimacy. And it's that type of intimate give and take that the people with whom I spent 15 years is lost.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Now, is such a drift intentional? I don't think so. Am I broken up about it? Not really. It just hit me as a little bit sad. And it hit me as a lot like school. I wasn't buds with all 700 students in my high school class (class, not school, that was more like 4,000). Same with the radio station. I was closer to others, and that is the way of things.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Now, I realize that I will most likely never have that workplace comeraderie again. As an independent contractor it's just me and my clients. Going into each relationship I know it could be very short term, or long term. Same thing with being on a set. You gravitate toward other crew members who seem to be someone you'd get along with. Someone whose about page is not instantly there for you to check and see what they're into. You have to find out all on your own.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And perhaps that's my point. Once you discover the person behind the public facade everyone has to some extent or another, you form a different kind of bond. You create a community. Some bonds are stronger than others. Some just come undone and drift away. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Now am I going to say "be kind to each other"? No. will defer to </span><button class="Ug" data-sbxm="1" data-token-entity="@108176814619778619437" oid="108176814619778619437" style="background-color: #eeeeee; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); color: #427fed; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 1px; padding: 0px 1px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: nowrap;" tabindex="-1"><span class="JI" style="color: #888888;">+</span>Wil Wheaton</button><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> who says, "don't be a dick." I think that if everyone, as a whole, realized, just a little more often, that this contact (in person or online) could be final. Today you could be saying your last words to someone, or be making your last post, or writing your last witty remark. If that occurred to the the world's inhabitants more often then perhaps there would be a little more effort to do better, to be funnier,to be friendlier, to succeed. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-45995677662431160102013-07-14T22:09:00.002-07:002014-06-21T10:46:41.914-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And a million voices cried out in agony and said, "don't waste your money."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">While I was in Atlanta this weekend, avoiding a HIRL with </span><button class="Ug" data-sbxm="1" data-token-entity="@110573952887886961621" oid="110573952887886961621" style="background-color: #eeeeee; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); color: #427fed; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 1px; padding: 0px 1px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: nowrap;" tabindex="-1"><span class="JI" style="color: #888888;">+</span>Mark Rodriguez</button><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> , </span><button class="Ug" data-sbxm="1" data-token-entity="@116698762497992783712" oid="116698762497992783712" style="background-color: #eeeeee; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); color: #427fed; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 1px; padding: 0px 1px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: nowrap;" tabindex="-1"><span class="JI" style="color: #888888;">+</span>Kelly Becker</button><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> and I went with our collective brood of five girls to see an advance screening of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1860353/?ref_=sr_1">Turbo</a>. The girls are aged 2 to 8. They like it. Under further questioning, my 8 year old said, "well, it wasn't actually <i>funny</i>, but good movies don't have to be funny." Damn her powers of reason. Then she added, "but it was no Despicable Me or Mega-Mind." </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I was mildly amused at the attempt at a salt joke. I heard Samuel L. Jackson speak of <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZ2QFmJ7h0A">snakes and planes</a>. But that was just in my head. If only. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">If I had but a fork I would've gouged out my eyes to prevent the 3D confetti flying into my line of vision. Yet I would've still been able to hear the dialogue. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I pretended Paul Giamatti was saying, "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0dKsdEMtVI">W NNNNN B C</a>" and yet. It. Still Sucked.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Were the voice actors untalented? No. Was the animation shoddy. No. Was the story unacceptable? No--don't give up on your dreams, your true friends and family believe in you and can surprise you, your heroes can be like other people too, and people go to car races to see wrecks. It just wasn't entertaining. At all. To me. Or to Kelly. So that makes it valid. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><button class="Ug" data-sbxm="1" data-token-entity="#turbo" email="turbo" style="background-color: #eeeeee; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); color: #427fed; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 1px; padding: 0px 1px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: nowrap;" tabindex="-1"><span class="JI" style="color: #888888;">#</span>turbo</button><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><button class="Ug" data-sbxm="1" data-token-entity="#moviereview" email="moviereview" style="background-color: #eeeeee; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); color: #427fed; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 1px; padding: 0px 1px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: nowrap;" tabindex="-1"><span class="JI" style="color: #888888;">#</span>moviereview</button><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-65442744535422441352013-06-21T20:20:00.001-07:002013-06-21T20:20:41.220-07:00Monsters University Movie Review <span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Took the kids, got the glasses, ate the popcorn.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Monsters, Inc. amused me. I knew the voice talent, I liked the animation, plus, it was clever. All those monsters in the closet and under your bed at night were real. And they were scaring you because the screams of a child powered their world. Like I said, clever.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1453405/?ref_=sr_1&licb=0.8312241341918707">Monsters University</a> is a prequel. Mike was never taken seriously as a monster as a kid, Sully was the BMOC and they become unlikely friends with a rag-tag group of misfits. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I was expecting more of an Animal House reference but only got them disrupting the mellow guitar player on the grass. I will just hope/pretend that was a Stephen Bishop homage. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It's not Revenge of the Nerds, or Animal House, or anything remotely clever or truly funny. But the voice talent is superb so you can't blame them. And it looks great. Sure, I find 3D annoying at best but this one, uh, not so much came hurling out at you.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">So you have your misfits, against all odds, etc. etc. clearly cliche-ridden. I wasn't going expecting a Christopher Nolan twist. But I thought it would be funny. Ier. Funnier. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Monsters University. My kids are under the age of 10, they like it. The soon to be 7-year-old found some of it scary, but just scary because it was a confrontation scene. It's not riddled with adult references. The story sends a good message (It's ok to be different. Just be you.) And it has Helen Mirren.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">At its conclusion did I wish I had those 110 minutes back? Noooooo. But it left me with no great laughs, no clever catch-phrases (it's so fluffy I could die!)</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Monsters University is well worth the wait to see it in your home. It most likely will not cause you to wish you could gouge out your eyes should you pay to see it in the theater. Save it for the matinee....or just wait. It's not going anywhere. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">#review #movie </span><button class="Ug" data-sbxm="1" data-token-entity="#monstersuniversity" email="monstersuniversity" style="background-color: #eeeeee; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); color: #427fed; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px 1px; padding: 0px 1px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: nowrap;" tabindex="-1"><span class="JI" style="color: #888888;">#</span>monstersuniversity</button><span style="background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-45522467197592715402013-05-14T19:51:00.000-07:002013-05-14T19:51:05.377-07:00I Meant to do ThatHave you ever waved back at someone who wasn't waving at you? And then you responded by laying your forearm across your head to scratch your ear because you meant to do that? Flop sweat stays with me for a solid 30 minutes when I pull that stunt.<br />
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Today was no different. I got on the elevator with two men. OK, I got on after a clever remark and then, because they were together, couldn't figure out if I should get on or off first, but I digress. The taller one hit the buttons. 1 and LL. They weren't sure at first. What did I do?<br />
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Well, first I suppressed inappropriate laughter in the elevator because I kept hearing, "going down Mr. Tyler?" in my head. I chose not to say that to two men with whom I was not well-acquainted and was also confined in a moving box. <br />
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I got off at LL. I turned left. They followed me. Dammit! Not my floor. So I proceeded to walk out the door onto the roof of the parking garage. Who puts a roof on the first floor? <br />
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What would you have done? Turned around upon realizing your error and get back on the elevator? No! It was the Not You Wave on a much larger scale. Two strangers could see me. Plus all the hidden cameras I assume were watching. I didn't see any. That's why I said hidden.<br />
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There I am, on the roof, and immediately I pull out my phone. I meant to do that. Clearly I can't walk to my car, because it's under the roof. My car knows I avoid direct sunlight at all costs. I hear the men walk toward their cars as I pretend to check emails. OK, I was actually checking actual emails. But it gets better, because I totally commit to this roof charade. I walk around the roof in the hopes that there was a way down without having to go back into the building. Of course, no way out. <br />
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That's when I start with the impromptu photo session of the graffiti across the street and the tree pictures. Satisfied, (faking satisfied, oh, I didn't fake it, I'm an actor remember?) I strode back into the building and got back on the elevator. After I tried to leave via the stairs which only led to a different part of the first floor. Stupid stupid stupid building design. <br />
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One LL later and I'm walking toward my own car. I meant to do that.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-8493747473818044942013-05-06T21:47:00.002-07:002013-05-06T21:54:10.581-07:00Things That Go Bump in the NightRecently, +Jim Herrin wrote of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/http://jimherrin.blogspot.com/2013/05/what-are-you-scared-of.html">things which scared him</a> as a child. This was egged on by our 6 and 7 year old girls watching movies that were, questionable. He said that our oldest is more like him in that images bother her while the youngest is more like me and is far more creeped out by the real world.<br />
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What movies scared me as a child? Yes, the Wicked Witch of the West was bothersome, but the monkeys were far more creepy. Whenever someone says the phrase "when monkeys fly out of my butt" I picture <i>those</i> monkeys. The creepy child stealer in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was and is beyond disturbing. As was the clown lamp in the bedroom I shared with my sister. I know full well that clown lamped instigated devilry whilst I slept. Fortunately, sheets can protect you from most bedroom furnishings.<br />
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A friend told me the story of how his dad took him and his brother to see JAWS. I believe he was around 5 at the time. He's still not a fan of going into the ocean. Sure, it's funny now. But I would imagine that was more than disturbing seen through the eyes of a child. Oh, yeah, I watched it with Jenna when she was around 5, but there was fast-forwarding and then I thought, you know, funny and fake as it looks to me when Quint gets eaten, I don't know if letting her watch it would be an act of good parenting. So I turned it off. JAWS, to the adult mind, most likely haunts you because of what is not seen. Being caught by surprise, unless cake is involved, is never good.I<br />
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I remember there was talk that my nephew had seen Jurassic Park at too young an age. He has not developed a fear of dinosaurs or theme parks to my knowledge. But everyone is just wired differently.<br />
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It's true, I won't park anywhere near a panel van. I will also not drive behind trucks carrying logs. Deliverance stayed with me more than Poltergeist did. Because of it I have an irrational fear of banjoess--and pretty mouths, on a city boy.
I was raised in the suburbs of Washington, DC. There was a point when I realized that if a bomb was launched at our country, and it was aimed at DC, ducking and covering would be to no avail. Instead I remember a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Ysidro_McDonald's_massacre">McDonald's shooting</a> in the mid '80's.
Sitting in the back row was always within my comfort zone.<br />
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Sometime between only sitting in the back row at church (family of six, easier to control the children) and this incidenct, I developed a distinct need to always sit in the back and/or in the position where I could see who was coming in, and could make an exit strategy. Every classroom, every restaurant, all the time, that's what I'm thinking.
Perhaps I just took it for granted that my world was a target so I always expect the worst case scenario. I really do have
a blanket, a candle, and every type of emergency situation stuff in my car, and I always have. I walk to the car with my keys in my hand and one key pointing out. Always. If I see one more victim in a movie drop their keys or, heaven forbid, just begin to look for them in a dark alley, well, quite frankly, she's an idiot.<br />
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Movies that are a bit more real, I won't watch. Saving Private Ryan is, from the bits I've seen, is a superb movie. But it's too real. My dad was in that war. Lot's of people had dads in that war. I don't want to watch it. It's too well made. I prefer the beheading of Orcs to a really real movie. Sci/fi fantasy is my world. Shower me with musicals (Glitter aside)and I'll be happy.<br />
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My boyfriend in college cajoled me into watching Nightare on Elm Street. I remembered putting up quite the resistance. However, I acquiesed and watch it I did. You know, Nightmare on Elm Street really isn't a movie for someone who has night terrors already. It took about ten years for that crawling on the ceiling business to fade away from my mind. If only Freddy Kreuger had used jazz hands then I wouldn't even be telling you this now.<br />
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They say that public speaking is what most people fear. Pffftttt. That scares me not. Flop sweat when you're dying out there, even that's not scary. Me, failing, is actually pretty funny stuff. That's why I do it so often.
I used to think not having a job would scare me. Four years after being laid off, I'm not scared, I'm not pining for the fjords, and I'm not looking back. You see the only thing I am truly scared of is a life of regrets. It may sound trite, but it's true. I live my life as an adventure. But without all the skydiving because, seriously man, you're just baiting fate with that.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-66705048130437259572013-04-25T21:50:00.001-07:002013-04-25T21:50:04.851-07:00Everybody Loves A ComebackHello first blog. I am back.
Been awhile since I have visited here. I started this blog years ago for two purposes. As part of my broadcaster duties I wrote a blog on the radio station website at which I worked. I went over the topics of the day and commented even more I mean six minutes was not nearly enough time for me to express myself at each stopset. When I started to do podcasts I kept the same habits. I also wrote for a small town newspaper so I put those columns in here as well. The blog was named after my show, The Jane Ellen Experience.
I thought it fitting for #throwbackthursday to update this today. Should you read any of the original posts, you will discover hat I found of interest that day. Of course, the podcasts are better. I have them saved on a hard drive. Maybe they are in a cache somewhere on the interwebz.
My more recent posts are on my WP blog called <a href="http://thejaneellen/wordpress.com">Jane's Addiction</a>. Primarily, on that site, I write about food. Food addiction. More food. <i> Head hunger, stupid wantsies.</i> Weight loss. Food again. Bariatric surgery. And food.
Lately I felt the need to write in greater depth about whatever strikes my fancy. My fancy gets struck a lot. But I did not want to keep it just to the food topic. And thus, this dreck has emerged.
No, I am far too tired to write you something decent. No, not tonight. Just thought I would wave from the back of the room.
<i>Oh, eight months until Christmas.</i> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-78753615383043481092010-04-19T20:33:00.000-07:002010-04-19T20:48:07.361-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #270 Mon 04.19.10So hard to focus what with the poison whatever, ivy let's say. Had such plans for today. After the show plans. Now, I barely recall the show. Well, let me explain something. None of us recall the show seconds after we finish it. It's hard to explain. Once we empty our brains, they remain empty. Jim and I talked about some guy who says he's sensitive to electromagnetic fields and is suing his neighbor to get her to turn off her TV and such. I think he should move. Far, far away. Be a hermit or something. I'm not saying there isn't something wrong with him. Clearly there is. Clearly. <br /><br />We discussed how Jim gets to work with the public more and get their germy germs. Nice. Wow, this stuff is itchy. It's just popping up all over me. Now my friend Rhonda got poison ivy from her cat. Oh yes. Cat got into it, she pet her cat, she got poison ivy. She's miserable. The cat, not so much. We're both living the Z-Pak life. Thank God for Z-Paks by the way. <br /><br />There is a church, a Catholic Church, with a <a href="http://newsok.com/controversial-crucifix-creates-rift-at-warr-acres-church/article/3453833?custom_click=lead_story_title">crucifix</a> that has caused some disturbance. I don't see anything wrong with it. I get why some people think the shape on the abdomen looks like a penis, but the shape is ON THE ABDOMEN of Christ. It's abs. It's not a penis. It's a classic work of art. It's not pornographic in any way. Yet people are outraged. Look at it. If that same shape was on a different part of the body, sure, I get it. But it's on the abdomen. And it's on a crucifix. Seriously. <br /><br />OK, so the rest of the show was I'm sure a laugh riot. I've been suffering from tooth pain for days and I barely recall my name. We're working on fixing that issue. In the late afternoon I was asked if I could try and pass as a Dolly Parton impersonator. That meant I had to put on fake eyelashes (which I always have in the house) and attempt to look like Dolly and then, here's the kicker, take pictures of myself. You know what? That's not easy. Sure I've got a tripod and a timer, but still. You know what I think? I think I don't look anything like Dolly Parton.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-16209474428088223262010-04-15T16:49:00.000-07:002010-04-15T20:39:36.585-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #268 Thu 04.15.20Happy Birthday to my niece Melissa and Happy Tax Day! Jim and I commented on Tuesday's Hurley-centric episode of Lost. There are now what one can only call Spanx for men, but they're not Spanx, but you get the idea. There's a study about the attractiveness and success of mixed race people. Well, they are gorgeous. Hello. Halle Berry. And we had just an amusing show. Trust me. Then I got to go to the dentist and it was a delight. Well, I am fond of my dentist. But it is even better to have the feeling of my tongue back. Might even use it tomorrow. Go to Hear Jane at <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-36333931646887445422010-04-14T21:08:00.000-07:002010-04-14T21:13:33.302-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #267 Wed 04.14.10I know, I know, I've been a writing slacker. I'd give you valid reasons, but I'd have to write them down and quite frankly, I don't have the time or the patience. Today's show, do listen. (Hey, if you didn't hear how Adam and I brought together the Mickey Mouse clubhouse characters and questions concerning bestiality, that's Tuesday's show.) Adam has eaten and fallen in love with KFC's Double Down sandwich. He now wants all his sammiches in between two pieces of fried chicken. We sang the theme song from Star Trek's Enterprise. Several times. It had to be done. There were a few other sci-fi songs kind of thrown into the mix too. We talked about The Avengers. But not the one with Mr. Steed. Even though Adam patiently let me go on and on. Some sort of comic book thing. And Joss Whedon is involved so it could be all good. It's a must listen. I have to say I was amused. And really, isn't that what it's all about? Go to <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com </a>and click on Hear Jane.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-67908567157497135912010-03-30T19:21:00.000-07:002010-03-30T19:42:58.304-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #256 03.30.10Yes, it was a quickie today. Adam and the Amazing Ray and I only had a limited amount of time to spend together today. But we did manage to pass on a few odd stories. There has been a study that says the "myth" of the grumpy old man is a myth indeed. Clearly, those who did the study do not know Jim. We also talked about a whacked out vegetarian who was ticked off at his grandmother's pot roast and went to a grocery store and hacked up $200 worth of meat. Certainly, a show worth listening to at <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. I had to high tail it to Nashville with our Brien Travis for a pre-birthday celebration. And it was exceptional.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-89963610911935880752010-03-29T20:35:00.000-07:002010-03-29T20:47:12.262-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #255 Mon 03.29.10Threesome. Word of the day. Me, Adam and the Amazing Ray. It was a momentous occasion as they had never actually met before. I asked they were in love. They informed me that love takes time. Sigh. I had been a part of a conversation regarding threesomes, oddly enough. No, I have not actually taken part in one. But, you do need to hear the show to know what we spoke of. Excuse me. To know about which of we spoke. Don't want anyone to go all Churchill on me. What? You have to look that one up? Go ahead. Hear Jane at <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. It wasn't naughty talk, but we did have quite the time with it. <br /><br />Adam says Hot Tub Time Machine is a must see. Just don't spend too much time thinking about the space time continuum. And it does keep with the theory that John Cusack and water means a good time. Oh, thank you Wendy, Rob's sitcom that should've made it was called The Winner. <br /><br />We discussed how delicious a sausage Twinkie would be. And there was much rejoicing. Really, top-notch entertainment. Enjoy it, because tomorrow we will be in a super big hurry. Just warning you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-29879291070864221652010-03-24T19:07:00.000-07:002010-03-24T19:32:08.833-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #252 Wed 03.24.10Wings. Adam loves them. Hopefully, you do too. Because you get to hear him eat them throughout the entire show. Now, some people might think that shows are not for eating. We think differently. Plus, I know what makes Adam happy. He is a man who loves his meat on a bone and he loves his gristle. He has many a good story about it too.<br /><br />So, there's that. More food came into play because there has been a study of paintings made from the past thousand years of The Last Supper. Seems, in those paintings, the portion and plate size has increased. It has been super sized. Interesting. This caused Adam and I to wax poetic about The Last Supper. We thought big thoughts. <br /><br />The show also drifted toward Free Willy, whose name was actually Keiko, thank you Wendy. And the brilliance of last week's 30 Rock episode. It's magnificent. We mentioned The Italian. Oh this show is worth a good listen at Hear Jane <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. I do believe I snort laughed on several occasions.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-22481028231468814532010-03-22T19:33:00.000-07:002010-03-22T20:31:15.034-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #251 Mon 03.22.10The Italian did me the honor of passing along his spaghetti sauce recipe. Now, I've never made sauce from scratch. I know, you're appalled. I've always doctored sauces. I took his recipe, made a minor change or two, let it cook about five hours, and it was divine. Shan said it was the best she had ever eaten. Jim said not as good as my doctored sauces. What can you do? Oh, then Jim went on to say I was insulting Italians, I forget why. But I'm sure there was a valid reason, in his eyes. By the way, on of The Italian's recipes is the Recipe of the Week under Cook Jane on the <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">website.</a> <br /><br />Over the weekend I was part of the Extreme Fashion Show and wore an amazing gown, evocative of vintage Hollywood glamor created by friend Shane Langford. Jim said the dress was "nice" which, for him, is a huge compliment. However, he went on to say (on Saturday mind you) that he didn't like my hair up or the make up and in short preferred fat Jane to newly remodeled Jane. Do listen to this. Weigh in if you will. Hear Jane at <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a><br /><br /><br />And it snowed today. How crazy. It will be sunny and 65 on Tuesday in Tennessee. Just bizarre. But Tennessee weather is like that. Wait five minutes and it's bound to change.<br /><br />Do note, I made a genius discovery. I usually add a handful of chocolate chips to my brownies. This past weekend I also included a handful of Heath chips. They're teeny tiny Heath bar pieces, but without the chocolate. Insanely good. <br /><br />The Amazing Ray will be on Tuesday's show, however, that means it will post after noon. Adam's schedule should allow him to be back on the show Wednesday.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-87181818810545231542010-03-18T20:25:00.000-07:002010-03-18T20:50:14.727-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #249 Thu 03.18.10What will you do for your Little Debbie Oatmeal cookies? This 80-year-old took his hoe (had have taken his ho' that would've been an entirely different story, and perhaps more entertaining) and started to bang on his neighbor's door. He thought he had seven boxes of cookies in his house and was positive his neighbor and absconded with said cookies. Well, the police were summoned and they checked the guy's house. They found five boxes of cookies and a receipt showing he had bought only five boxes. So he had forgotten that he had only purchased five boxes and just forgotten. How droll. See, would've been funnier if he had been pounding the door down with an actual woman.<br /><br />Some guy got on the public address in a Wal-Mart in South Jersey and did one of those "attention Wal-Mart shoppers, will all the black people please leave the store." Now, what would've made the joke funny is if he would've followed it with "would all the blonde women leave the store...would all the Asians leave the store... would all the nerds leave the store." You know, hit up everybody. Now I could see where that could be slightly amusing. Or, was it a black guy who did it? I have no idea, just speculating. Anyway, the joke was not well received, if indeed it was meant to be a joke. I mean, I'm guessing it was. I don't know, I didn't do it, I wouldn't do it. But that's beside the point. I just happen to come from the Don Rickles school of comedy, insult everybody. That's really my only point. <br /><br />My other point is, everyone I know is on a Z-Pak this week. It's as if we're in a club. I feel certain mine will kick in any minute now. Like now. Or, wait for it, now. OK, until then. I'm done. The show amused me. Give it a listen. Friday's show will be up around 2pm central. Ish, or as close as I can get it. I would say by 2 is safe. And the amazing Ray will be doing it with me. Ray is amazing because there are so many accents in him you never know which one is going to come out. I'm all a tingle about it.<br /><br />Until then have fun with the Thursday show. Listen to it once or twice even. You might learn something. Click on Hear Jane at <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. For instance, today I learned that children will paint on walls. Even the floor, or the fridge. Being a genius, I only have water-based paints in the house so it's like a two second clean up, but still, my mantra of "paper only" (meaning draw or paint on) has clearly not sunk in. Yet. I'm sure many other of my mother mantras will not sink in either like "no tattoos" or "he's no good for you" I could go on, but I won't waste my breath now, or then. See, I'm trainable.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-29122762420279409022010-03-17T21:30:00.000-07:002010-03-17T21:47:04.138-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #248 Wed 03.17.10Happy St. Patrick's Day, or what's left of it. Adam and I had a lovely show. Listen and find out. I do believe I have heard great. Yes. I think amazingly funny was also said. Got a call from Irish Ray too. Was able to tie in the whole St. Patrick's Day snakes with the movie Snakes on a Plane. You need to hear it at Hear Jane <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. Got some comedy rolling. <br /><br />Adam accused me of making up the words CookiePuss and Fudgie the Whale. But no. I was simply remember Carvel ice cream cakes. The commercials were classic. Honestly, Adam was positive I was making it all up. But mo, all real. No Carvel in Tennessee.<br /><br />Anyway, it's almost tomorrow, there are clearly not enough hours in the day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-12546669066665557432010-03-15T19:34:00.000-07:002010-03-15T19:51:45.038-07:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #245 Mon 03.15.10Happy Ides of March. As any educated person knows, the ides is the 15th of March, May, July and October, and the 13th of the rest of the months. But the Ides of March was made famous because it was on that day. What, I have to tell you? One of the most famous hits in Italian mob history. Julius Caesar was stabbed by about 60 Roman Senators, including Brutus ("et tu, Brute?" and you, Brutus) on March 15, 44 B.C. But you knew that. Of course you did. Well, that's why I'm here, to remind you that ancient studies needs to be hammered into everyone's heads because it's cool and worthwhile. Even though Jim disagrees. But what does he agree on? So little.<br /><br />Alice in Wonderland has made a gajillion dollars. OK, that's not a precise amount, but close. It was number one again over the weekend. Man that Irish wrestler guy with the red hair is really pale. But I digress. <br /><br />So, let's talk Giant African snails. I must admit, this story gave me the giggles. I snort laughed. Couldn't stop. This guy, Charles L. Stewart, has smuggled these illegal snails into Florida. That's the issue. They are invasive. Hey now, here's why, they grow up to ten inches. See why I had issue? Hear Jane <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. Now he says it's part of his religion and he and his followers drink the snail juice. I don't know if they milk them or sqeeze them or squish them or what. You'd have to listen. I suggest you do.<br /><br />And a woman who had been arrested for fraud had almosts thirty grand in bills AND receipts in her bra. That's a lot of paper. That's a really big bra. Let's visualize, shall we?<br /><br />Site updates ready and waiting. Jay talks about asparagus in Can U Dig It. Go look.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-84058715324020690182010-03-11T20:48:00.000-08:002010-03-11T21:01:05.354-08:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #244 Thu 03.11.10Things stick in my brain. And when I was at Gary and Cassie's house, his hymnal was open to a page that had In the Sweet Bye and Bye on one side and I'll Fly Away on the other. I connect I'll Fly Away so strongly with the film O Brother Where Art Thou that I start quoting lines from the film. Because I'm a Dapper Dan man. Could not help myself. I'm a bit obsessive compulsive that way. Cookeville, TN is mentioned in that movie too. Nice touch. Gary and I have decided to make our podcasts a little more regular. We had so much fun. I can't imagine why we wouldn't do that. I'll bring more baked goods. I promise. You can hear more from Gary at his new site <a href="http://ahymnaweek.com">www.ahymnaweek.com</a>. <br /><br />Adam Cravens hasn't been on the show lately not because he has been banished, has a case of leprosy, or has been taken by aliens, at least not according to what he says. He has been working. Which is ponderous. And helping out in the community theater production of Cinderella. This caused Jim to make remark. Do listen at Hear Jane on <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. Adam says he will be on Friday's show. He alleges.<br /><br />Seems alleges is a word that some journalists are no longer allowed to use. Along with diva. Can't use diva? How can you describe me then? You simply must read <a href="http://blogs.vocalo.org/feder/2010/03/memo-puts-wgn-news-staffers-at-a-loss-for-words/17374">this memo</a>. <br /><br />Hope all is well and wonderful with you. Am hoping to have The Italian on the show next week. Might need a translator. But it will be soooooo worth it. Grrrrr.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-5790479573761196162010-03-10T21:37:00.000-08:002010-03-10T21:46:20.708-08:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #243Gary Chapman. What a show. Go listen. Now. I command you. Hear Jane at <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. It's one of the best. Gary sings, he dances. OK he just sings. Gary has a new website called <a href="http://www.ahymnaweek.com">www.ahymnaweek.com</a>. You'll have to visit it or listen to the show to get the full story but the short version is, it's for his parents. It's beautiful.<br /><br />You know, I've said it before, I'm just lucky to have talented friends. Makes me realize I'm just lucky. I can bake. I can accessorize. I can snort when I laugh. I don't really "do" anything. But Gary can sing and play and it's gorgeous. I even put it on video to prove it. Also to prove that I can accessorize. <br /><br />We talked about how he knows all the ingredients to the famous Elvis fried peanut butter and banana sammich. It was made for him by the same guy who made it for Elvis. This was relevant because I brought my banana bread which I call The Elvis because of the bananas, a given, the peanut butter chips, and the chocolate chips as well. So terrific warmed up with buttah. <br /><br />We chatted about Ouja boards and gulllible people. How we could make a few extra grand. Really, a show you shouldn't miss. I may even listen to it again. We will make it a regular thing, trust me. And my friend Cassie, The Mrs. Gary, we even dragged her into it as well. What a perfect day. How I love them both.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-90296612361048832472010-03-09T19:56:00.000-08:002010-03-09T20:22:53.441-08:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #242 Tue 03.09.10The Oscar talk continues. Jim and I talked much about Jimmy Kimmel's Handsome Men's Club which is nothing short of hilarious. I almost got Jim to admit he was wrong regarding the first African American woman to win an Oscar, Hattie McDaniel. But it was Butterfly McQueen who said the "birthin' no babies" quote in Gone With the Wind. You had to have heard Monday's show to know what I'm talking about. Or maybe you don't care. I cared that I was right. So Jim agreed that we could all be right. <br /><br />In Jersey about six women were hospitalized because they chose to get bathtub caulk in their butt for butt implants. Oddly enough, it's not a good thing to go to non-plastic surgeons for this sort of thing. Bathtub caulk for non-medical grade silicone. Seriously. They thought this was a good idea?<br /><br />I share a story about a straight, male friend of mine who is regularly hit upon by gay men. It's worth a listen at Hear Jane <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>.<br /><br />Go to another straight male friend of mine's website<a href="http://www.ahymnaweek.com"> www.ahymnaweek.com </a>it's Gary Chapman. Jim shows how I will know none of the songs, yet have a great time with Gary as I do the show from his house tomorrow. If I can ever find it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-79652652447804663912010-03-08T21:12:00.000-08:002010-03-08T21:22:31.412-08:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #241 Mon 03. 08.10Gorgeous Monday, 70 degrees, Miss Slacker can't even write a blog in a timely fashion. What can I say. But that doesn't let you out of your obligation regarding today's show. That's the glory of a podcast. Every day I have people ask me why I'm not doing morning radio. It's been more than a year. I'm not going back. This is one of the things I do now. And you get it on iTunes for free whenever you want or listen from your PC whenever you want. No commercials. All me all the time. Sweet deal, isn't it? I should say so. <br /><br />Today you get Jim and I talking about the Oscars. Clooney clearly making hand gestures to me throughout the show. Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin did a fine job though I felt Steve had the best lines. Robert Downey Jr. and Tina Fey were magnificent as presenters. And the biggest omission Bea Arthur and Farrah Fawcett left off of the In Memoriam, yet Michael Jackson remained. I have no issue with Michael being in, but the word given was they were left off because they were known mostly from their television work. Well, he was known mostly for his music. Happy place, Clooney. Sigh. I just know he smells good. Don't ruin it for me. It takes 82 years for a woman to win best director? For crying out loud. <br /><br />Jim did his once a year bit of yard work for an hour or so and kvetched the rest of Sunday, and Monday. You see, he does clean out the gutter. But without gloves. How lame, and disgusting, is that? But then he doesn't collect the muck, or tree branches, he has torn down. That's for me to do. Luckily, I have people. <br /><br />Go to the website, plenty of new stuff. There's a seafood dish, it's Lent you know. Jay's Can U Dig It is all about berries. And Adam has a new feature in Geek Chic. Do take a peek. It's <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. And the show is at Hear Jane.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-65918964968407118252010-03-03T20:19:00.000-08:002010-03-03T21:18:37.415-08:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #238 Wed 03.03.10It's double three day. March the third. Adam called it triple play day. Yes, I know, I've been a total slacker regarding these updates. You'd think I had nothing to do. Today I found out that retail stores can resell used, as in previously worn, underwear. OK, a bra, well, ew, but, not usually an area known for fluids. That's really I'm going to say. <br /><br />I can't believe I am going to say this though. I'm working on a recipe and, hard to believe, too much butter. Butter makes things spread. Insert joke here. In a cookie it can make it spread too much. So I switched it to a bar. Sure they taste great. But I'm still looking at a 7 when it should be a 10. <br /><br />Oh, the show. Adam and I talked about my new friend John and whether or not he sounded like Fat Tony from The Simpsons. Adam assumed he sounded like one of the Mario Brothers. Not Mario Lopez. I think Adam's imitation sounded like the Lucky Charms guy by the way. Not like a pisan at all. But Adam's British accent only sounds like Ringo Starr so what are you gonna do? <br /><br />We simply cannot do a show without mentioning Star Trek. Totally valid. You see, Adam and Brien and I, celebrating our geekiness. Have the original Star Trek communicator noise as our text message alert on our cell phones. The only problem is when we are all together. We realized why wasn't this a problem on Star Trek when their communication devices went off with the same noises? Didn't someone else think it was theirs? Then the comedy ensued. Do go to <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com </a>and click on Hear Jane. I found it most satisfactory.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3927008530100258949.post-37032132383309278242010-02-23T19:53:00.000-08:002010-02-23T20:08:28.003-08:00The Jane Ellen Experience Podcast Summary #232 Tue 02.23.10Panda porn. You don't hear that much about it. But it seems it's all the rage. There are just under 500 pandas in captivity and only about 1600 in the wild. And the males are a tad picky. And they only seem interested, when they are, for about 30 seconds. Some scientists have turned to what they call panda porn to encourage the male pandas to be a bit more attentive in their duties. They claim it works. All this led Adam and I to discuss whether or not there was one particular panda they used for the panda porn. You'll have to listen at Hear Jane to see in what direction we went at <a href="http://www.thejaneellen.com">www.thejaneellen.com</a>. <br /><br />We talked about the new version of We Are the World for Haiti. And yes, there is a Huey Lewis only version. <br /><br />It took until the 1960's for one racial slur in California to be changed to Negrohead Mountain. Now it's officially Ballard, after a pioneer. We then thought about what was perhaps on some maps still. Makes you wonder.<br /><br />In the meantime, read Adam's Geek Chic, you'll enjoy it immensely.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10455206143354182306noreply@blogger.com0