A pretty good year
Who says my columns in 2007 were not informative and not
appreciated? Received a letter from a fan who writes
”
Bub, the only good thing about your crappy column last year was
when you gave out the number on how to get off the telemarketers’
list. So I guess it was worth reading your stupidly written column
as now I am phone callfree at dinner time.
”
A pretty good year
Who says my columns in 2007 were not informative and not appreciated? Received a letter from a fan who writes “Bub, the only good thing about your crappy column last year was when you gave out the number on how to get off the telemarketers’ list. So I guess it was worth reading your stupidly written column as now I am phone callfree at dinner time.”
Hey, I will take praise any way I can and as a public service I will just give you the only good thing that will probably appear in my column this year. To keep the telemarketers from calling you just call 1-888-382-1222.
Now, if it were only that easy to get me out of the Pinnacle. What? All you have to do is call the publisher? Aye chee waa waa.
Had a great year as usual as my philosophy in life is that I have to make each day better than the one before. My only vex for 2007 that is driving me crazy is not knowing what Marcel Marceau said on his death bed.
Love how some Hollister voters are so impressed by those politicians who are seen everywhere working hard at being politicians. I would rather my elected official be in his office or home working on how to solve problems rather than expending time and energy being seen. And as for being thrilled that some nimrod sent me a Christmas card, hell even my mortician sends me one. Yes, my mortician sent me a calendar not in months but days. Aye chee waa waa.
When Ike Turner of Ike and Tina Turner fame died a few weeks ago some were shocked how beloved and popular this rock ‘n’ roll pioneer was as most only know of him as a monster wife beater in the movie “What’s Love Got To Do With It.” I remember doing a little research years ago when I saw first-hand the public’s love for the guy. I was at a Hollywood Walk of Fame ceremony when he arrived to applause and cheers and he was not even the recipient of the famed star. Larry Fishburne, who played Ike Turner on the screen was also by his side and I believe it was the first time I had ever seen an actor and the person he played on the screen together. Although I did see Jimmy Carter and Howdy Doody together.
Speaking of Jimmy Carter and those ill-equipped to sit in the Oval Office I love how pundits just a few weeks ago had it all figured out. But I do love Democrats who say stupid things like we need a woman for president or we need a black for president. If that is the Democrats’ criteria might I suggest why not nominate Condoleeza Rice and get a two for one deal? Might even get a third, with alternative lifestyle thrown in. Aye chee waa waa.
My neighbor has a little bit of trouble getting dates so I was happy when Nancy fixed him up with a mutual friend with a great personality out to a movie on Christmas day. I asked John how it went and he said just awful. I asked him what movie did he take her to … “Love In The Time of Cholera.”
Unlike my neighbor here is a list of some great date movies that came out in 2007 just like I came out in 1946.
For teens or under 30 I enjoyed in no particular order “Juno,” “Superbad,” “Knocked Up,” which despite its title, like “Juno” they are films about teens and young women getting knocked up but not wanting to murder their child but finding the perfect adoptive parent or other humane solution that separates us from the animals.
For over 20-year-olds I would suggest “Juno” again, “Paris Je T’aime” and “Waitress.” These are just fun no-brainer films. Popcorn movies. When the Oscar nominations are announced on Jan. 22 I will then give you my favorite artsy fartsy list and my top 10 serious films of last year. The only for sure on that list is the under-appreciated “Zodiac” starring Jake Gyllenhaal and you’re lucky as it is out on video.
Being an atheist about the only thing I pray and thank God for is being born in San Juan Bautista, raised in Hollister and not Gilroy. A letter in the Hollister Fifty Cent Lance asks Gilroyans where they dine. The only answer is from a beautiful lady who says, “I go to the bowling alley. We just go for brunch on Sundays.” Sunday brunch in a Gilroy bowling alley. Aye chee waa waa.
