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Showing posts with label Little Richard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Little Richard. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Saving Jeff hits a regulatory entanglement. Or Part 8 of the struggle.

In what is rapidly becoming an excuse to not have an idea for a new post I have added Part 8. So, read 'em and weep, or sob, cry tears of anguish, and pain, I will leave the decision to you, the poor, long suffering readers of my blog. I would like to say a special thanks to +Mike Raven  for adding the delightful Part 7. It was wonderful, but, Jeff is going to be a little unhappy about the hole in his elbow

(If you haven't read all of the epic Saving Jeff series, don't delay, read now so you don't spoil this episode - part 1part 2part 3part 4part 5Part 6, and Part 7)

Bob started dozing softly. His head nodding to the left, and a slight whistle coming from his nose.  Using his right hand he scratched at his ear, and his eye. We all stared, we didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't that.

"Should we wake him?" I asked, nobody answered.

Bob stirred, opened his eyes, and asked, "did you hear that?"

Lionel, the technician operating the video/audio feed, slid a knob on an impossibly complicated looking piece of equipment. Out of the hundreds of little slider knobs he picked the correct one, and slid it all the way to the top. Secretly, we were impressed, though, we felt, at least some of us, that either Lionel was lucky, or all of the little knobs did the exact same thing and we had spent way too much on that little contraption.

Starting softly, gently, building quickly, crashing off the equipment, and bouncing off the walls in the small, cramped, crowded room were the sounds of Little Richard singing "Long Tall Sally."

Lionel acted quickly and turned down the volume, and I am pretty certain he used a different little knob. Note to self, Fire Lionel, that little showoff.

William stood up and asked "are we in the wrong movie?"

He pulled out his script and said, "crap, I'm in the wrong scene." and hustled Stage Left.

In walked Delores. Delores was the most attractive woman in the whole company. Tall, blond flowing hair, statuesque, she was gorgeous. But, beauty is only skin deep, and inside she was as mean as a high school math teacher on a Red Bull binge.

Here is a gratuitous picture of the only mower
I have that is still running, as a reminder how
angry I am at Sears for turning their back on
a loyal customer.
One time, at a company holiday party, Donnie from accounting had tried to kiss her. He had a little mistletoe on a stick, and when he put it over her head and leaned in to give her one on the lips she hit him right in the mouth. The force of the punch knocked two of his teeth loose, and made him so loopy he fell in the punch bowl. If Delores hadn't picked him up and threw him through a wall he probably would have drowned.

Anyway, when Delores walked in with her "illegal body and a dress that is too tight,"* we all looked away. And nobody said anything.

Until Bob said. "I see trouble brewing." And on the monitor was a line of boats stretched out as far as vision allowed.

And a haunting voice came over the monitor. "Please take off your shoes, and belts. and leave your bags in the little bins provided." Jeff had developed a serious case of TSA.





*Thank you, Michael Stanley band.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Aliens, Predators, Elected Officials, and Rock and Roll.

Recently I was watching Predator with my son.  I think it was the first time he had seen this modern classic.  My sister loaned him Alien vs. Predator when he was young and it had a profound affect on him.  He wanted to be a Predator when he grew up.

He asked me, after watching the aliens battle the predator, which I thought was better.  I told him the aliens were obviously better, they only killed as a method of advancing the species.  True, they were monstrous, destructive, salivating nightmares, but it was a biological imperative that drove them to their behavior.  While the predator killed because he could, just for fun.

Being a child he was not impressed by Darwinian reasoning.  He was impressed by the extravagant, sophisticated weaponry that the predator carried.  When I explained to him that despite bristling with an advanced, technical armory the predator could defeat neither Arnold Schwarzenegger, (Should I call him Governor Schwarzenegger) nor Danny Glover (though, in all fairness he did manage to kill Gary Busey, pre-accident version, but so did Mel Gibson), he was unmoved.

But, that is not what I am here to talk about today.  I am here to discuss the real star of the first Predator movie.  Little Richard.  When the helicopter was flying low, through the jungle, and Jesse Ventura, (should I call him Governor Ventura?) was rocking out with "Long Tall Sally" you knew the movie deserved some sort of award.  Maybe, best Jungle Helicopter Flight Soundtrack.

So, I toast the Alien, the Predator, the Governors, but mostly you, Little Richard, you are a rock and roller in the finest sense of the word.  By the way, you can get the "Very Best of Little Richard" on Amazon.com for only $5.99.

Here you go, dig it, daddy.

Even the Predator loves Little Richard.