Oh what a lady, what an act

To be fair, this was written as a tribute to me, so it was going to play on my love of acting, and of my love of robots, but to say this is an acting troupe I wouldnt mind being part of, would be a major understatement!

https://mcstories.com/PerformanceUpgrade/index.html

Its short (under 2000 words), so though I’m not going to say you have to go and read it, why not?

But yes, lets admit it, even if I was in a position to be able to leave this acting troupe, why would I want to do so? Yes, oh to sit in that chair, be turned into the perfect robot actress, oh heaven! Would never have the worry of forgetting my lines ever again too! And thats after that amazing transformation process too. And fine, if the Professor insisted on my showing my gratitude in that manner, why would I ever want to refuse? Oh fine, programmed robot and all that, but besides that…

Oh please, double dream in one! So, if anyone is looking for an actress, to turn into a robot, I’m most definitely free.

Sadly, that transformation didnt happen in December 1963 (I would only have been 5 at time), but December 2019, oh please, if not sooner.

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She lives! She moves!

The irony of these seizures has been the fact that not all the effects have been negative. The first ones, back in March may have done nothing for the state of my brain, but it eased the pain in my back. Now whether this is because somewhere along the line it pushed something in my spine almost back into place, who knows? But yes, fine, I’d rather have a painful back, and a fully functioning brain, than this. The funny thing was, even though my back hurt less, it did nothing for my mobility, in fact making it far worse than it was. So whether something else somewhere wrecks the process that helps me to walk, no idea?

Anyway, as you may have gather, seizure session 2 on Saturday seems to have bashed my brain a bit more, but improved my mobility! Again, no idea why, unless it related to above?

4-5 weeks back, I had to send off a report for work on my health, and in my stupidity, I thought I’d try to walk to the post box, and back, given its only about 400 yards round journey, albeit, with a fair slope involved. Yes, I did make it there and back, but it nearly killed me, I was shattered on return.

This week, I had to send off one of those sick note certificate things, to cover the first few days after the event, and I did the same. Well, I wouldnt call it a stroll, but yes, it didnt stretch me all that much. I’m not saying I’d want to walk miles, but a short distance, especially on a flat surface (that definitely isnt flat), I probably could.

Next Thursday is Euro Election Day here, for better or worse. Not commenting on which I feel, or who I might be supporting, need to be neutral. Its a bit further to walk, there is a bit of a slope (though not as steep as from post box) involved to get to voting place, but as its the only way I can get to vote (havent arranged postal voting for future yet), if its reasonable, I might just give it a go, as Ella will be away at the time, and Eric hasnt yet given me mobility wheelchair driving lessons! Probably not, it probably would be pushing my limits, but before this week, didnt even think it was possible. but now…?

So yes, as the blog title says, She lives (just), she walks (not awful in short bouts), but sadly, unlike the video attached, I havent been ‘reactivated’ with large amounts of electricity! The amusing thing is, the hospital I was taken to, is one of the local ones that does ECT treatments! But no ‘Bride of Frankenstein’ treatment for me, all the same. Ah well…

No, I dont think I want something quite that drastic done to me, though I do wonder if ‘resetting’ my brain that way would be the worst thing possible at present. But Trans-cranial Magnetic Stimulation, I just wonder if that might put things right, or at least help? Any thoughts, any offers? Yes, the video is that scene, from that film, and yes, I’d love to recreate it, regardless of any stimulation of any kind actually being used! Who me, jealous? You bet!

Spinning around, and around

Right, before we get to the serious stuff, you’re right, there was no blog over the weekend, sorry, but I was, err, otherwise engaged! Yes, had some more seizures on Saturday afternoon, and after 7 hours or so, they finally stabilised me enough to park me off to a hospital ward for the rest of the night. Gather I was fed a few drugs to keep me alive, but none of the illegal ones, lol! Was released yesterday afternoon, but was feeling a bit weak, so yes, stuff happens.

Its funny, because two subjects that have come up recently on Forums are the Avatars as per Surrogate movie, and Robot Clones from a dear man who knows I would enjoy that far too much done to me. Yes, if anyone can arrange, or even a straight robotisation, please contact me urgently, as I’m not sure how much longer this organic body will last!

But having got that out of the way…

Despite the fact that nowadays we have several hundred TV channels (when I was young, we had 2!), Eric couldnt find anything that took his fancy this afternoon, not even a show about my relatives (aliens, running joke, still desperately seeking a good alien suit for revenge), so he headed to his film collection, and went to an old favourite of his, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

The thing that struck me was that for all the praise we throw on the Berkeley musicals of the ’30’s (yes, they were brilliant), people do tend to forget some later spectaculars. And now, looking at that movie through ‘Clara Johnson’s’ eyes, its easy to spot just how cleverly the musical numbers were done in this. I’m not saying Buzby wouldnt have said ‘hold my beer’, and topped them, but they were pretty impressive all the same. But yes, the most incredible thing is, 50 years on, Dick Van Dyke is still a decent mover, considering his age. Its also pretty much a ‘who’s who’ of British acting class of that era too.

I could have picked any number of song routines from the film to impress you with, but I’m going to pick one where the clever stuff isnt done by Van Dyke, but by Sally Ann Howes. Yes, fine, dancing as the girl on the music box would be a whole lot of fun!

So what do you want?

I must admit that I used to have the patience of an ‘angel’, and you’d have to really wind me up to get any reaction out of me. Mind, when you did, it was a bit like the Incredible Hulk, and you didnt want to see me when I was angry.

Funny thing is, now its sort of turned around 180 degrees. Now whether this is because I’m just losing patience with youngsters who think they know everything, and dont necessarily do so, or whether its just because I’m getting old, and therefore getting grumpy, or maybe the pills I now have to take for all my ailments, no idea, but my fuse is definitely a lot shorter than it used to be. But at the same time, I dont explode like I used to, either.

To be honest, maybe I had a long fuse when I was younger, because it was diplomatic to do so. If you worked in Amateur Dramatics (or to a lesser degree, school dramatics), you would come across the diva types (both genders), who thought the whole production revolved around them, and no one else really mattered. So those of us not so inclined tended to just roll our eyes, and let them get on with it, and leave it to the producer/ director to try and keep things civil.

I’m sure the PC crowd seem determined to drive me to frustration too, but that could just be related to everything else. Yes, politics is driving me to distraction too, but until I’m officially medically retired, I need to be careful what I say on that front, especially concerning this country, and Europe. I’m shallow enough to admit that if Trump were to offer me a lifetime visa, or Green Card, then I might be less inclined to be nasty about him, but unless that very unlikely event happens (especially since becoming disabled), no chance.

My suspicion is that all the extra pain I now suffer, and now adding in the fact that there are times when my brain really doesnt want to work properly any more doesnt help. But is that the only issue, probably not? Add in a few people who seem determined to annoy me over various little issues online, and yes, I snap easier! Oh, you could toss in that now I dont get out very much, so lack for obvious blog subjects, and well… 😉

OK, tonights video song is nearly as old as me. I dont know if it still is, but for a long time, this was the shortest pop song to ever top the UK charts, at well under 2 minutes! And what are snappy, feisty old women likely to say?

A dangerous creation?

A few years ago, a novel was written by Laura Moriarty, called ‘The Chaperone’ relating to the very early teenage (pre-fame) years of an actress named Louise Brooks. Yes, I might have mentioned her before, a few films made in Europe made her ‘famous’ to some degree, even if her attitude to work didnt always meet with the approval of Hollywood studios, primarily Paramount. This novel actually related to her life before the movies, primarily around the time she went to New York, to try and make it with the Denishawn Dance Company. No, they eventually lost patience with her, dismissed her, and the rest was history, all well known.

The thing is, this novel wasnt principally about Louise, but obviously her name probably helped with more than a few sales. I mean, I bought it, only for that connection. In truth, the book was pretty good, there was interest in making it into a movie, which has in fact just been released nationally. I thought someone said it was today, Wikipedia says it was a week ago, but who can be sure? Not me, definitely.

There is one snag with a movie, that there isnt with a book, the need for someone to actually portray said famous actress. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you view that opportunity), Haley Lu Richardson got chosen to play the role of the young, teenage Brooks. Luckily, seemingly for me, I’ve never had to portray a real life person, known to thousands, to be compared to. The little bit I’ve seen, she seems to have made a decent job of playing the wilful, teenage Brooks, and is a passable lookalike, though in truth, it would be hard for anyone of modern build to look exactly like Brooks, given the difference in diet, and her fairly unique bone structure, but she makes a good effort.

However, for some, this is not enough. And please remember, Brooks is just a side character in this story, not the main star! As per the title, its about her Chaperone! Some of the comments from ‘fan groups’ have been downright rude about the poor woman, in fact. No, she’s not a perfect Brooks lookalike, but who could be? In truth, I suspect if Brooks was secretly miraculously resurrected, and took the part, without them knowing, that some would still say she wasnt enough of a match for their blessed Louise!

I cant yet trace a release date in the UK, but it might tempt me to the cinema when it does, health permitting. And yes, I’m certain she wont be a perfect match for Louise Brooks, but unlike seemingly so many, I wouldnt expect her to be. Its called acting for a reason, darlings!

Mind, its not just Brooks fans that infuriate people in the acting industry. In the ‘adult industry’ world, people portray fembots for the satisfaction of some men. Thing is, some of those men demand plenty of material, but only seem to either criticise, or leave no reviews at all! The criticism is often for the tiniest things, or for the impossible wishes, because these are actually organic human actresses, playing robots, not the real thing. Then they wonder why the actresses get frustrated with them, and stop making fembot movies!

As I joked to someone, if someone actually created a female robot, got her to perform in a movie, they’d probably still find something to complain about in her performance, ah well… I’m sure in a few decades, it will be possible to transform actors, and actresses so dramatically for roles, you wont be able to tell if its an actor, or the real thing (even if she died decades before), but for now… OK, rant over.

Its not often I’m a fan of a remix of a song, but this is one of those exceptions. In fact, there used to be a remix of this, which I loved even more, but its disappeared off You Tube for a while now. So we’ll settle for this.

 

The world changed?

Fine, I will post a link to the story tonight that inspired me to write this blog, though its more for the concept of the story, than the standard of it, but hey, others might see it differently…?

https://mcstories.com/WorldChangedForSusan/index.html

In a sense, I sorted of covered it in one of my stories that only went to ebook (way too many real names of the past), which if anyone wants to shock an old lady, is still available, so…

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/576469

Its an interesting thought, at least more in the sense of my story, as to what you would do, if it happened to you? I open the door, walk out, and there I am, a young chorus girl, off to dance on a movie musical. I guess it depends how much you know things have changed? If you knew something was wrong, you’d probably freak out, but if the world changed, in a way where you were actually said chorus girl, would you really notice any difference?

I must admit, one of the things I’m looking forward to, in Blackpool this year, for the film festival, is the whole 30’s ‘glamour girl’ thing, in her promo outfit, or her dance one, given we’re doing Thats Entertainment. No, even without my back issues, I havent got Clara’s dancing skills, but it would be fun to follow in her footsteps, just once. I must admit, the whole movie actress thing would be fun, regardless, and something I could probably more cope with.

But no, nowadays, in this current world, I’m a 60 year old, (partially) disabled lady, with little dance skills, and a life to live. But if, tomorrow morning, when I opened the door…?

OK, video time. I might have my eyes twinkling at the thought of the world changing for me in that way, but its not going to happen, I’m sure. Alice White wasnt the most talented movie star of all time, by any stretch of the imagination. Her, and Toby Wing sort of got modest careers, with modest talent. I wonder what would have happened if Clara Johnson had got the same lucky break? Alice is actually dubbed here, her singing was, err, that good. Her dancing wasnt great either, but she looked very cute, so…

Two authors came travelling

So, as promised, the review of the year starts here. It will finish tomorrow, and then at the start of the new year, I’ll take a look at what 2019 might hold, some of it very likely, some of it unlikely, but might be fun if it does.

2018 actually saw something happen, that I’d never done in my 44 years of working life, I was told not to go to work! Yes, a combination of the fragility of my back, and some very cold, and icy weather saw me put on ‘winter weather leave’ for a few days. It made sense in so many ways in truth, but was still a bit of a novelty to me. But agreed, if I’d slipped over, landed on my back, and especially my spine, well you wouldnt want to think about the potential outcome, lets face it. Pretty sure its likely to happen early in 2019 too, especially given the deterioration in my wrist too, but we will have to wait and see on that. In truth, after about a week of that, I was getting a bit of ‘jail fever’ but it was a very wise move, so kudos to my employers for letting me do it.

While on about work, I started working on an LGBT committee at work, which was definitely a fun thing to do. It actually led to a meet with a fellow EMCSA author, the legend known as Betsy, who I got to meet on my travels to Newcastle. And yes, she’s as interesting in real life as she is in her stories! Yes, was, more on that over next couple of posts.

Something else that happened early in the year was also work related. One of my colleagues got notice of volunteers needed for the Blackpool Film Festival in March, and the rest, as they say, is history! I wont claim it as strictly the revival of my acting career (its more a natural performance thing, no scripts), but it was a moment that led to the return of my time performing in public.

This year, it was a flying visit, arrived in Blackpool on the Friday afternoon, left again on the Saturday morning, due to fate, and a memorable date. Yes, the night of my flapper revival was my 60th Birthday! The works celebration was done a week earlier (would have been anyway), but the ‘house’ version was delayed until the Saturday night, which was why we needed to get back as we did.

Yes, a decade or so ago, that would have been it, retirement, which in truth, the body probably needs already. Now, officially it will be March 2024, though I have my doubts my body will hold out that long, but we will see? If it does, I might plan to retire (or take holiday) from work a couple of weeks early, because as things stand, the Iditarod race will start from Anchorage on 2nd March (restart at Willow on 3rd), and that would be an amazing thing to do, and a sort of dream come true. Nome as well? Well, maybe, but all that is a long way off. More on my preferred retirement option in part 2 tomorrow night.

May saw my return to Seattle for the first time in a few years. A few firsts there. Another state bagged, as I flew in via Las Vegas, so getting Nevada as my 24th state. Hopefully get 25 ‘somewhere’ next September, maybe? Ask Kate on that one, lol. She knows the one I’d love it to be, but its not renowned as the most friendly LGBT state in the US, so maybe not? There are a couple of New England options for that title too, so we will see.

The other big first on that trip, was my first Mariners game. It was memorable for more reasons than one, good, and bad. Good, they won. Bad, disability related issues. To be fair to the club, I complained, got a free ticket in the disabled area later in the week, and a few souvenirs as well, they handled it all very well.

Lastly, in the first half of the year, was a return to Blackpool, for World Pier Day. Again I have to thank a colleague for covering my Saturday shift to enable me to do this. Went back even further in time, as an Edwardian Lady, though I never got tightly corseted, cant have everything, lol. Amusingly, it was also Blackpool Pride day, and though I heard a lot of that, didnt get to see it at all. 2 trips already planned for Blackpool in New Year, but more on that on Tuesday, one of which you may not want to miss!

OK, video time. I have been guilty of not doing many Christmas songs this year in the videos, so lets put that partially straight, if a bit late in my day. Its not the best known one, but its one I love, probably because it is a little different. Oh, and it also fits in with Eric’s claim that I’m a spaceman/alien, anyway! 😛