If I Could?

Is it ironic, or depressing that I was asked today what I wanted for my 60th Birthday present, and I hadnt got a clue! I could come up with a few impossible dreams, like a new body, a fully interfacing robot suit, or a nice flying saucer, but when it comes to talking of something realistic, and practical, I hadnt got a clue! Oh, I also wouldnt mind having a share of Clara Johnson’s dancing skills for the 20’s party at Blackpool next month, on my birthday, but thats not going to happen either! A reliable public transport service would also be nice, but never going to happen!

I’d love to say my lack of ideas is because I dont need anything, but I’d be kidding you if I said that. But most of the things I might need, are boring articles like bras, shoes, and the like, and really, in truth, I would love to think that the 60 milestone should be, I dont know, more exciting than that?

Oh fine, a spectacular dress might be nice, but how often would I wear it? Especially given that most of the really spectacular dresses arent items you can just put in a washing machine to launder?

But yes, if anyone has any bright ideas what a ‘crazy’ old lady might want for her birthday, within a pretty sensible budget, feel free to suggest away. Please note, that unless you’re in a position to provide said robot suit, flying saucer, or something similar, there is no point in suggesting it, however much I might enjoy them! Just remember, I’m not in great physical health before suggesting anything too wild in that sense, either! But fine, if someone wants to tell me they can arrange for me to look like, and be able to dance like a young Clara Johnson, on my birthday, try stopping me! No, not going to happen, but I can dream…?

Seriously, if anyone can think of anything I should be suggesting, please, please let this crazy old lady know! I would say thanks in advance, but knowing that no one is going to suggest, is there any point?

Tonights video, not strictly the blog title, but close enough. A big name line up, star performance of the song!

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If I believed it was the 1920’s?

Alright, I suspect there might be a few readers here who miss the more entertaining (aka weird) postings I used to make here, and dream of the old days. Certainly judging by the stats, they still seem pretty popular, so…?

Thinking forward to Blackpool next month, and the showing of Some Like It Hot, and those of us doing the 1920’s thing, as volunteers, I was just wondering what it would be like if some (or all) of the volunteers actually thought they had been whisked to modern day Blackpool, from those glorious days!

No, I’m not suggesting actual mind control devices as such, though I might not say no, but just say, for example, a hypnotist made those of us happy for it to be done to us (which obviously includes me!) think we were actually from the 1920’s? Might make any flappers even more fun to be around! No, I think my days of being a cute young flapper (without a rejuvenation machine) would be beyond me, but for some…? Not that I would say no to a full frisky young flapper makeover, mind!

I just think it might make it even more fun for the modern day public, if those ’20’s folk’ actually thought they were from the 1920’s! I know, probably the only one who would think this was fun, but you never know? Anyway, if by sheer luck, any hypnotist from Blackpool area, or someone that knows such a person reads this, then yes, I’d love it done, even if at 60, I wont be young, and not too cute! Mind, I suppose the issue of changing everyone (or just me) back again afterwards might make it all a bit complex? Ah well…?

Mind, if it didnt happen that I changed back, only after I slept, it wouldnt be the first time I’ve ‘travelled’ as a 20’s flapper! Mind, she was prepared for modern life, but I guess we would have to be this time, as allegedly at least, no one from the 20’s would know about things like cell phones lol!…angelic look…

PS If anyone in the area reading this, wants details of the evening, either comment to me, or go on Winter Gardens website, and check out Some Like It Hot night.

Video time. Old song, modern version, quite apt under the circumstances, just maybe?

Fly me to Pluto, or somewhere more exotic?

This blog is brought to you by a crazed mind, who had no internet from getting home yesterday evening, until lunchtime today. Its also a tribute to the crazy TV programs that someone here watches when he has nothing better to do as well. Yes, love you, Eric!

The thing was whatever happened to the internet here yesterday, had no effect on the main TV downstairs. However, my ancient old box upstairs sort of failed to work in sympathy, so I ended up coming downstairs this morning, because, lets face it, there wasnt anything I could do in my room.

So anyway, after some serious TV, some cricket highlights were over, the TV got turned over to what I can only call one of those crank channels (H2?), full of programs about alien abductions, and the like. Some of it absolutely crazy, some of it that makes you wonder, and fine, some that just makes me jealous!

Seriously, please, if aliens want to abduct humans for experimentation, implantation, brainwashing, or even just a quick space flight around the universe, why dont they ever abduct people like me who would enjoy it? Or is it more fun for them to abduct people who are going to hate it, perversity, or something?

Fine, I know you’re going to ask at this point, do I believe in alien lifeforms visiting Earth? I know all logic says its impossible, there are no feasibly inhabited planets in our own Solar System (for which I’m including Pluto), and even then, the time it takes our craft to even reach Mars, let alone beyond that point, not really practical, is it? At the same time, on that basis, we’re assuming alien spacecraft can travel no faster than any of ours, and lets face it, if they are smart enough to travel to Earth, from beyond where, then who is to say they cant travel at the speed of light, or faster, when it suits?

So yes, occupants of interplanetary craft (and no, thats not the video, lol, though you might wish it was!), if you need a human that would be happy to experience anything you might fancy trying, or to just impress with how fast you can coast around our solar system, then I’m your girl! PLEASE!

In a sense, I apologize for tonights video, in that its far from the greatest song of all time. But lets face it, Star Trek encountered plenty of aliens, so…

I might want to dance

Alright, the title is a total misnomer, because even if my Physiotherapy repaired my legs that dramatically, I doubt I could dance anyway, have always had 2 left feet. I’m sure Clara Johnson used up all the dancing talent going, not that I entirely blame her for doing so, lol!

So anyway, today, for about the first time in a very long time (I’m guessing 40 years minimum), today I went for Physiotherapy, relating to my right knee. Yes, as a child, when I initially damaged them, and had all the surgery on them, I’m sure I had tons of it. But in truth, since the last major ‘repair job’ in my late teens, there hasnt been anything too dramatic done with them, other than a ton of walking, but thats me!

Yes, its fair to say things have changed a bit since then, in all senses. Back then, they pretty much took the knee apart, tried to clear up most of the damage, then did their best to put it together again. Yes, all that time on, I still have scars to prove it! Nowadays, they’d probably put one of those thin tube things into the knee, small incision, and clean it up better than they did back then.

Yes, the Physiotherapy is a bit different too. There was certainly no ultrasonic devices back then to aid with reducing the inflammation, and swelling, but there was today. In truth, I knew she was doing something with my knee, but really couldnt feel anything. Then the fun began! Something conductive wrapped around the knee, a pair of electrodes, and some slowly increasing surge through my leg, especially when I stretched the joint as instructed, oh joy! Now that was fun, though fine, me, and probably only me wouldnt have minded a bit more power being used, but anyway… I know, not quite Robot Girl, but its a start!

And yes, we did discuss what I write, and things. No, I dont expect a fully electrified body suit, in metallic silver to be waiting for me next week! Would be nice, but not going to happen! The good news, she doesnt think its going to need a knee replacement op, news I was delighted to hear.

But yes, fine, if my other sessions also involve nice amounts of electricity being used on me, if only on my knee, then my recovery should be fun! 😉

OK, video time. I settled on an artist, but then I used the obvious song, it didnt sound as good as it did nearly 40 years ago, so I chose this one instead. Hence the blog title, lol

 

2015 in review

The annual review of the blog, for those of you interested in such data

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,200 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

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Dinner At Eight (1933)

Just a little extra, from the Classic Movie History project

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This posting is an added extra bonus for my readers, as part of the Classic Movie History Project Blogathon, wonderfully run by Movies Silently, Once Upon A Screen, and Silver Screenings. Well, fine, thats their Twitter tags, I know them by other names too, but for you…that will do.

So, in no great shock horror moment, I’ve picked a Harlow movie to review. To be honest, it was a toss up between this, and Bombshell (where Jean pretty much plays herself) for my choice, and Dinner At Eight won out, probably because of the closing line, at her expense.

Its said that MGM tossed a pile of stars at this movie, and it shows. 2 Barrymore’s amongst many, and of course, Jean Harlow. Funnily enough though, for me, its none of them that steal the movie, its Marie Dressler, as Carlotta, and Wallace Beery, as Packard who do that.

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2014 in review

For those of you curious about such matters

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here's an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 8,300 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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