Tim Conway's Mastery of Making People Laugh

 

Being born in 1950s, my generation were privileged to be in front of the TV, glued to the offerings at that time.

So many changes happened in those years.  Comedians became a big part of any variety TV shows like The Carole Burnett Show.   Tim Conway? Oh, my.  That man was gifted. 

What could he do? Tim Conway simply walked on the stage, with a slight limp.  That sends him off to something...and the audience goes wild.

    

                               The famous elephant story         

                                    The Koala story

 Falling down the stairs

 

Watch these if you have 2 - 4 minutes.   You'll see just how amazing Conway was.  Once he read the audience and his co-stars, he would take off on improvisation that went way off the boards.

        

The Brain Does Its Business.

 

What is a Santa Ana wind?

Brains are independent, if somewhat unpredictable and frustrating. This three-pound organ controls the entire body. But does it really?

Yes, of course it does. The brain somehow managed to give Beethoven his music, and Georgia O'Keefe her art. So what in the world was Toby Turner's brain doing??

YouTube, 3 minutes long. Watch it a 2nd time. Why not?

My own brain has been rebelling. These are "dark room days" for me, as the Santa Ana Winds hit our area. It is 84 degrees in Murrieta, California, with the hot winds blowing.  So, I will listen to this song a few times with shades over my eyes. My brain then might start smiling.

There is one delightful part of the verses, where Toby says "Cold Play", but I am certain he says "Cornflakes". Oh well.

Here are the lyrics, since I can almost guarantee you'll want to read along. 

Lyrics: Dramatic Song
Toby Turner

This song sounds dramatic
But I'm bad at writing words
If you don't speak English
This probably sounds pretty good

You'd probably think I'm singing
'Bout some pretty serious stuff
But in reality I'm singing 'bout
The lack of stuff

I'm singing 'bout
This part's intense
And emotional
As long as you don't understand it
Your foreign grandma
Would love this song

Please send it to her
And she'll probably tell her
Foreign friends about the song her
Grandson or daughter sent her today

This song might hit the charts in her country
If parts sounded like Coldplay
If the chorus sounds like Coldplay
Then I put some La-La-La's in there
La la la la la
La la la la la la la la (Coldplay)

Hopefully your foreign grandma
Listens to this song everyday
And if she asked you to translate…

Creative Awards to Creative Writers

Star Trek Space

Many thanks go to the Star Trek Space who was recently nominated for Creative Blogger Award from J. S. Scott.  There are many aspects of any life that qualify as "creative" in all beings.  

For instance, I could write about quilting, but readers would be snoring by the second paragraph.  History? Geology?  Native Americans?

Final Choice is about science fiction, or science in general. I am supposed to tell you five facts about myself:

Facts about myself  

Fact one:

Two gr-daughters, one husband, and me

My husband and I love space and science. We took our gr-daughters to Mt. Palomar Observatory--best day ever.

Fact two:

My favorite book is the Bible.  I believe in and trust God's plan for my life. His Love has literally saved my life.

Fact three:

Every clear night I look at the moon, stars, and planets. 

Fact four:

Doctor Who and its authors (Steve Moffat mainly), with their creativity and proclivity, continue to create and amaze me.  Matt Smith--sigh. 

The Doctor Who...Matt Smith in front

Fact five:
I have been told that I have a wry, dry, and peculiar sense of humor.  I do not know if that is true.

The directions say to nominate 15-20 creative bloggers, but I narrowed that list to five.  Summer tends to complicate blogger time.

The rules:

1. Thank and post the link of the person who nominated you.

2. Share 5 facts about yourself to your readers.

3.  Nominate 5-10-20 blogs and notify them (when you make a comments on their blog posts).

4. Pass on the rules.

My five nominees are:

The Purple Assassin 

Holy Ghost Writer

As the Cracker Head Crumbles

Trainride of the Enigmas

Widowsphere

What facts about your life reflect who and/or what you are, what you write, or why you write. Cut loose!

Now, I must continue to sort through my quilt fabrics.

Coin Jar Christmas

Why not...

When Jimmy Carter became president in 1976, many events and hardships followed.  The list is long, infuriating, and filled with needs that stuck us hard in many ways, mostly our pockets.

In those years of his presidency, inflation rose, interest rates soared, and our family needs increased.  Our baby Mary was born on New Year’s Eve in 1980, just when we felt our bank account echoed like an empty canyon. 

John worked at a property management company, collecting rents, evicting, arranging for repairs.  With the rough economy, apartments stood empty and renters did not pay.

Our income shrank. Details aren't important, but December was.  We could stretch our money only so far, and Christmas was beyond our stretching reach. Facing each other the day after Thanksgiving as we decorated our Kmart artificial tree, the question hung in the air silently.  What are we going to do?

Erin was five, Johnny was three, and Mary was one—the older two danced around the lighted tree, laughing as we were almost crying.  What are we going to do?

A coin jar was on a dresser, where we had emptied pockets of coins from pockets over the past two years.  Maybe?  In a quiet house, John dumped coins onto the kitchen table and we began counting.  Stacks of quarters were few, followed by more stacks of dimes and nickels, but the pennies were a sea across the table.

Source

Fifty two dollars and some cents.  That was all we had. Every penny.  We leaned back in our chairs and considered what we could  do.  

What to do next?!

Source: TACLUDA

One of the curses of a migraine life is that it must be lived indoors, away from the light, in nearly complete silence.

The only joy of such a life is a focused expression.  Whether it is writing or some other creation, the scope is narrowed and intense.

Think of a funnel.  Pour a liquid in the broad end and forcing it to condense, collapse in order to exit a narrow port.  Kinda sounds like giving birth, which I guess in a sense it is.

Writing is one joy, when I can retrieve the words from a reluctant brain that hurts intensely.  Samuel and Adventures in the Sock Drawer are part of that joy.

For Benjamin

Colors and color combination.  Working with shapes.  Putting them in a pleasing, exciting pattern is the reward. Sewing and quilting is that reward.

For Eli (still in progress)

For Aimee

For Benjamin

Wall hanging for Erin (unfinished when photo was taken)

Obviously, I have had many migraines.

For me

But I have much joy.

P.S.  There are other quilts, but could not locate my photos. Dang.

Crazily Creative kid entertainment

AS if there were not enough baby equipment to go around, here is another "must have" !

It is called “Baby Einstein Musical Motion activity jumper”, and is for sale everywhere.  It defies description, so here is a YouTube demonstration:

Our grandchildren are beyond this, but I am considering getting this and setting it up in our living room.  It would give us grandparents something to do during commercials and between bathroom breaks.  This might qualify as exercise. 

When I recall how our children had such simple toys and entertainment, I wonder how in the world they managed to grow up to be the creative adults that they are today.  Surely we could have done more?  We just didn't know back then.

Extreme creativity is the mode for children today.  Extreme visual stimulation is the ticket for everything, including video games. The market demands more and more.  I wonder what will be next? 

For Your Dining Pleasure....

Tonight!  For your dining pleasure, dear insert family member’s name here , I will be serving a one-of-a-kind cassoulet .  Its contents? 

Heck if I know.

No, I do know.  The contents are from the pantry of “What do we have here?” and the larder of “What is its expiration date?”

I returned from a visit to my sister last Thursday.  It usually takes my body and brain about a week to connect.  Consequently, options were few when it came to tonight’s supper.

I found some cooked brown rice in the refrigerator.  It smelled fairly normal.  There was also a jar of spaghetti sauce, almost a half jar.  I had trouble opening it, but there was no green or black in the sauce. 

Then the carton of cottage cheese sneaked out from the back.  Its expiration date was November 3^rd , but it didn't have that sour nasty odor, and it was still white.

Scrounging a bit more in the dry pantry, I discovered a can of albacore tuna and some sliced green beans, along with diced tomatoes.

Tah-dah!  Drain the tomatoes, tuna, and green beans.  Mix it all together.  Add some Parmesan cheese.  Bake until bubbling.  Stir it up really well.  Top with non-moldy cheese.  Let brown a bit. 

Serve with a flourish and great style.  They will never know.   

P.S.  How do you spell “vwah- law”?