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This is a brief post to give a big ole’ 5 out of 5 quacks to Neil Simon’s “Death By Murder.” It’s available for your Kindle Fire through Amazon Prime and I heartily reccommend it.

If you’ve ever been a fan of detective stories or murder mysteries it’s a must see. The film is a comedy wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a comedy. The plot revolves around an eccentric’s invitation to the top 5 detectives in the world. The recluse invites the best in the biz to his creepy old mansion to solve a murder that’s about to be committed – if they don’t all kill each other first.

The cast is first rate. I have to give mad props to the late Peter Falk’s work, but David Niven was good and Truman Capote was exceptional. Nancy Walker was even in this one and – as always – was fabulous. This work is Simon at his finest which is mighty, mighty fine indeed.

The ending will have every mystery fan screaming, “Yes, Yes. That’s true. That’s absolutely true.” And just when you think it’s solved – perhaps it’s not, not quite.

This one is a must see and you will love it. That’s a guarantee.

Of course, this is the Crazy Duck Lady’s opinion and everyone knows – I’m quackers.

It’s my turn to blog over at All Day, All Night Writing Divas and I’m ranting about Novellas. 

Boogle on over and quack out your thoughts!!!

Huffpo published a piece about romance novel covers that proved the article’s writer hadn’t paid the first bit of attention to the linked video advertised in the headline.  No matter. 

The video is a Kensington romance novel covershoot and includes some great comments from industry pros at the publishing house.  About the second or third time you watch it, you might be able to pay attention to the comments.  Don’t even try to take in the dialogue the first time around. The first time is a feast for the eyes and spirits of all who find returning to work after a holiday a real downer.

And like the headline says:  You’re Welcome.

It was a dark and stormy night on the last episode of Grey’s that aired before the “mid-Winter break.”  (BTW – how do you get a job where there’s a mid-Winter break?  The couple of days the rest of us get off at Thanksgiving and Christmas don’t nearly measure up to the length of these “breaks.” ) The next new epi won’t air until January 5, 2012. 

The last episode aired was titled “Dark was The Night” and there’s a good summary here  and here to tickle your memory cells – if they need tickling.  Personally, I’m up for a good tickle most any time. But that’s for another blog post entirely.  For this one, I’m doing one of my most favorite things – I’m donning my Swami Cap and guessin’ Grey’s.  Keep in mind, my POV is from way over the top and Sunshine Shonda Rhimes is as likely to have written things the way I see ‘em as I am to win the powerball lottery.  Okay – it’s more likely that I’ll win the powerball.

The whole thing was dark and stormy.  Lots of bad things happened to the characters, with one of the worst undoubtedly being the death of Henry on the OR table during a fairly routine procedure while his wife, Teddy, was operating on an emergency patient.  So Teddy wasn’t there when her hubby died and new-Chief Owen didn’t tell her. By epi’s end she still didn’t know.  And Cristina didn’t know the patient she was called to do a heart procedure on was Teddy’s hubby.  She was rushing through becausec she’d been practicing for a procedure on her “dream list.” And Owen didn’t tell Cristina that the patient was Henry.  She found out after he died.

There was lots of trauma to go around.  Mer and Karev were called out to pick up a newborn infant who is having trouble breathing and must be transported to Seattle Grace.   On the way back the ambulance stalls on a narrow mountain road and a paramedic goes off to get help after warning Mer and Alex that if anything hits the ambulance it’ll explode b/c of all the oxygen tanks.  The paramedic tells the pair to get out but neither will leave the baby. They’re connected to the hospital for advice from Arizona who is in the middle of a procedure with Derek and Mark. Mark tells one of ‘em to leave. Alex tells Mer to go but she refuses to leave the baby. While they argue, something hits the ambulance, they’re thrown around and the OR loses the connection to the phone.

Der is finally struck by how much his wife means to him and he gets all jittery and teary and Jackson has to take over the surgery. (Maybe now he’ll even stop trying to destroy Mer’s career – you think?)  In the closing scene Alex and Mer crawl out of the ambulance – apparently okay – and see a car tipped over and dead bodies thrown around. It’s a tough scene and yeah – I wonder what it portends.  Maybe I’ll blog about those guesses later. The Duck Lady’s over the top thoughts on that scene would likely be far more horrific than whatever Sunshine’s crack writers dreamed up.

But that’s not what this blog is about.  This is about the call Mer/Der got from the social worker indicating that she didn’t think they’d get Zola.  She basically told ‘em to move on.  Der tells Mer that it’s not over – they’ll fight for Zola or get another baby. But Mer refuses and says Zola was their baby and she’s gone.  Mer says she doesn’t want another one and for now McDreamy is feeling a little guilty that he pushed Mer towards motherhood before she was ready. 

But one way or another, the pitter patter of little McDreamy feet seems inevitable, doesn’t it?  So – what route will the stork take to deliver a McDreamy bundle?

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I haven’t blogged this weekend. First, it’s been kind of busy otherwise. My youngest was 1 of 3 nominated for Freshman Prince at his HS in Myrtle Beach – Socastee High School. I’ve been running around for the past week being sure he had costumes for every day of spirit week and tending to details to get him ready for Friday.

Friday he was in the Homecoming Parade at school – thanks to John for being an ace driver and to my boss for loaning us his Miata so Sam could sit on the back, holding a SHS towel and wave it at the screaming crowd. And they were screaming – his name. Of all the Prince candidates, Sam had the most crowd support at the parade. So it shouldn’t have surprised me so much at the football game halftime ceremony on Friday night when Sam – WON.

Yes, Virginia, my youngest is the most popular kid in his HS class. It’s hard for me to relate to that. I was never popular at all. I wasn’t even important enough to be unpopular. I was just sort of there. So having my youngest enjoy such popularity is just sort of – surprising. He does share 1/2 my gene pool, you know? And yet he achieved so much. Way to go Sam!

Other than that – I’ve been working on my new one: The Office Ink Spells Murder. It’s coming along well, but needs some intense periods of work. Next weekend I’ll be working on my blog for All Day, All Night Writing Divas - it goes up at 1 am or so next Sunday night – 10/17/11. So for my post next week, I’ll give you a little taste of The Office Ink.

But this week, I thought I’d give you a different kind of taste – PIZZA. John found this great video showing a pizza vending machine. It makes you a fresh pizza while you watch. It reminds me of the Jetsons.

I only have one question. If pizza vending machines have arrived – then where’s my flying car? George Jetson had one, dang it. Maybe the flying car is next.

A new study claims that women who take charge at home have less sex than those who don’t.  It looked at women who made household decisions like managing the budget, shopping, handling doctor’s appointments and scheduling social activities.   It says that women who take charge of such things “can find themselves waiting 100 times longer for passion than those who do things jointly with their partner.”

Researches say that there’s a sliding scale – the  more decisions women make on their own, the less likely they are to have sex. 

The co-author of the study, Carie Muntifering said, “‘Understanding how women’s position in the household influences their sexual activity may be an essential piece in protecting the sexual rights of women and helping them to achieve a sexual life that is safe and pleasurable.”

The study claims that for men, making decisions by themselves does not relate to the timing of sex.  So it’s only the little women who are expected never to make a decision.  Men, apparently, are expected to be “bossy.” 

I guess the authors of the study want women to stop making decisions.  Women who don’t make decisions clearly can’t work outside the home.  They also can’t work inside the home.  They can’t drive, do housework, or raise children.  What’s left?  Women could sit, smile and look pretty I guess. 

Oh, no – wait.  Women couldn’t do that either. They’d have to decide what to wear, how to make themselves up, how to do their hair and they’d even have to decide to sit down.  In the era of Pan Am and The Playboy Club, this study seems to fit right in.

Sexist, much?

 

When Grey’s Anatomy ended last season I was still new to Twitter.  I hadn’t yet picked up on the magic of hashtags (#). And I surely didn’t know that by choosing the right hashtags, I could converse with other Grey’s fans about the show while I watched it. 

This premiere was different.  This time, I had people in my twitterfeed who were Grey’s fans and I used a couple of different hashtags.  There are probably a bunch for the show, but the 2 I used were #Greys and #GreysAnatomy.

Through the vast twittersphere, narrowed to focus on one little segment – Grey’s fans – I was able to experience the show in the virtual company of tweeps who love and understand the show.  Since my household is all male,  I’ve never had the chance to get insights from interested, knowledgeable peeps while I watched before.  It makes Grey’s an interactive event.

One of the folks I follow is bestselling romance author Carly Phillips.  And when Owen and Cristina were separated, while Owen blustered because Cristina didn’t want to have the baby she was carrying, Carly tweeted this: 

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