In recent years there has been a growing trend in Hollywood that has always bothered me. Some say it is the movie studios trying to milk movie-goers for as much as they can, while others say it is a sign that the movie industry is running out of original ideas. I prefer to use the term “sequelitis” for Hollywood’s ability to unfailingly create a sequel out of anything that proves to be profitable.
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I was born with what one of my former hair stylists (I’ve had many) called “possessed hair.” He wasn’t wrong, and this wet, windy weather isn’t helping.
Have you ever lived in a dream come true? Well, I got to experience a dream come true this weekend at my little home in Denison.
We here at the Herald Democrat’s one-man “International Center for the Study of Pop Culture” would be remiss if we didn’t close-out the week with a short eulogy for one of the best television shows of the last decade. AMC’s “Mad Men” wrapped its eight-year, seven-season run a week ago, finally locking the doors, once and for all, at Sterling Cooper.
Let’s see a show of hands if you have already had your fill of tornado sirens, warnings of all kinds and rain for the season. Go ahead, right there at your breakfast table raise that hand up in the air. I won’t laugh if you raise both. Man, what a spring. I can’t remember the last time I heard a tornado siren more than once in a particular season.
Many were just teenage boys when they left Grayson County. Loved ones shed tears and waved goodbye as the boys — thrust into manhood — rolled out on buses or by train, headed into the unknown. World War II had begun and their country needed them to fight in distant lands, not just to protect the freedoms enjoyed in the United States, but to help millions of others being oppressed and slaughtered by cruel, corrupt leaders.
I have a confession: For a grown-up I don’t know very much about cleaning. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a tidy person. I clean my room and do my dishes. But when it comes to deep cleaning, as in the stuff that only gets done a few times a year, I’m completely clueless.
As a mother watches her preschool boys sing with their classmates for their end-of-the-year concert, what words can she use to describe her feelings? Delight and amusement? Those seem to fit. But they also seem so distant from the actual experience.
Wednesday, May 20 may not seem like much of a day to most folks. That is unless it happens to be their birthday or the birthday of a loved one. A quick glance at a calendar that I have showed me it is a day that is right up my alley in more than one way.
My little niece spent much of the last weekend with us. She is 7 and is just finishing up the first grade. Those of you who have had children of that age know exactly how little I got done this weekend. All of that organizing I had planned is still undone. The writing I had pre-written in my head is still there, waiting. The laundry is piled in a corner, and the housecleaning I had saved for this weekend is still being saved.