It’s hard to believe that it’s been seven years since we’ve had a black cat to cross our path multiple times every Friday the 13th, and to add some appropriate seasonal flair to Halloween. Miss you, Yuki!
(NaBloPoMo | October ’10: 31 of 31)
Rottweilers. Computers. Cameras. World Domination. Not necessarily in that order.
by kathi
by kathi
It’s been six months since the Saturday Pet Blogger Blog Hop started! Can you even remember when we didn’t have this tour through some great pet blogs every weekend? Thanks once again to our hosts Life With Dogs, Two Little Cavaliers, and Confessions of the Plume.
(NaBloPoMo | October ’10: 30 of 31)
by kathi
I’m preparing for my server upgrade by making sure I have current backups of all of the sites on that server. Seems like I have been much more diligent about keeping up with backups for my friends and family than for my own sites. Go figure.
I have found that the mere act of making backups seems to ward off disaster. This is probably faulty logic in the extreme, but since I haven’t had to restore anything from a backup in a very long time… it works for me.
(NaBloPoMo | October ’10: 29 of 31)
by kathi
by kathi
Because it’s one of “those weeks,” this is recycled and adapted from a post I made at TWoP.
As you know from a previous blog entry, I was one of “those people” in 1978-79. I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Biograph in Chicago fiftysomething times. I sometimes dressed up, I always had rice and toast to throw, and I helped my friends with their costumes because my one domestic skill is sewing. It’s thirty plus years later and I can probably still quote this movie word for word and song for song. So, do you think I loved or hated the Rocky Horror Glee Show episode?
To me, the whole point of RHPS is not about recreating it perfectly, it’s about making it your own. And in that sense, the episode worked for me. Glee made it their own. Maybe not the same way you would, or I would, or some other TV show would. But that’s a good thing to me.
Mr. Schue’s line about Rocky Horror being for outcasts bothered me a little bit (as did many things about Mr. Schue in this episode) because back then I never thought of myself as an outcast or a misfit, although I probably was. To me and my friends, it was just a place we could go and get creative, act a little crazy, have some fun, and of course, do the Time Warp again.
One thing that was just getting started around the time I started moving on from RHPS was the trend towards “official” performing troupes at the various midnight show theatres, rather than more informal groups of the obsessed acting out the show. I didn’t care for that trend because it turned something that was more inclusive to just another place where cliques and the food chain took over.
Again, this was more about me than about Glee, so I’ll get back to the show with one more observation. I’ve said in the past that Glee is evil and this episode added another reason: it made me almost like John Stamos. I have never been a fan. Way back when, I watched All My Children, not General Hospital. I’m too old to have cared about Full House and I absolutely hated him as Tony Gates on E.R. even more than I usually hate the inevitable “paramedic who thinks he is too good to be a medic and must become a doctor” character. I found myself almost liking him as Carl in this episode, up to and including his version of “Hot Patootie”. Damn you once again, Glee!
(NaBloPoMo | October ’10: 27 of 31)