Friday, December 31, 2010

Top Ten Law and Order Episodes

Greetings Pups,

If you've come for a Top Ten Law and Order episode list, good for you. However, I've made some changes. I originally made this list at the end of 2010, right when the show ended and before I got my massive complete series DVD collection. So, in lieu of a Top Ten, I've done a Top One Hundred. Yes, you can do that with a show that lasted twenty years. If you have read THIS list before, first, thank you for returning, and second, I've made changes to my Top Ten episodes. That can happen when, the first time, you're throwing a list together quickly, trying to narrow it down to only and still also being slightly distraught over the cancellation. However, those episodes did still make the Top One Hundred. So, thanks again, for visiting, and now go ahead and search for more Law and Order goodness.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

For Dennis

Greetings Pups,

Two things make me sad today. First, it's the anniversary of the death of Dennis Wilson. Second, I'm sure there are many people who do not even know who Dennis Wilson is. The easy answer is to say that he was the drummer for the Beach Boys, which is no small thing, but he was so much more than that.

When people think of the Beach Boys, hopefully, the first thing they think of is the wonderful music they created. Then, of course, they remember the problems that Brian Wilson encountered while trying to keep up with the label of genius with which everyone branded him. I sympathize. He was a genius and it must have been difficult to not disappoint everyone by falling short of that title.

But imagine being a genius and not having anyone know. Well, I think that was what happened with Dennis.

Don't get me wrong. I'm certain that his family and those closest to him knew exactly the amazing things of which he was more than capable. It was the public at large that I don't think ever realized what a gift he truly was and still is. All one has to do is listen to his masterpiece album Pacific Ocean Blue to know what we lost.

That album is full of proof positive that Dennis was as blessed, if not moreso, than anyone we label as a legend. Each song, each note, each word is drenched with everything that made him what he was, and he was no doubt extremely proud of this piece of art. Anyone who considers themselves an admirer should be proud of him as well. And anyone who listens to this and feels nothing must have only the coldest parts of that Pacific Ocean coursing through their veins.

Without a doubt, Dennis Wilson is one of the most underrated artists of all time. It's fine to remember and honor him today, but I choose to do so each time I get lost in the beautiful music he gave us. It was as much of a treasure as he will always be.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Friday, December 17, 2010

New Jersey, New Target

Greetings Pups,

Believe it or not, I never judge a group of people by their worst specimens. That is difficult to do, because it is usually those worst specimens who succeed best at making their way to television.

As many of you may have noticed, our latest easy targets are coming from the state of New Jersey. I mean, I have not seen this much excitement over this state since Slippery When Wet was released. I am amazed at how these people have come to receive so much fame, and I wonder what special skills they posses that qualifies them to deserve it. Let me count the ways. They all seem to have Oompa-Loompa fake tans, an obsession with showing off their chests (I include women and men here!), an overwhelming attraction to promiscuity, and hairdos that use enough product to remind us all that, "Oh, yeah, the ozone layer IS still depleting, isn't it?"

Now I am certain that there are many fine people in the state of New Jersey that do not fall into the preceding group. I imagine that they are not at all happy about the way they are being portrayed in the media. I wouldn't be happy about that either. I do, however, believe that there is one group in this country that is ecstatic about how much of a mockery New Jersey has become.

Yes, you guessed it - Southerners!

They are probably thrilled that, at least for the time being, they get the day off. Oh, sure, we'll all still laugh at a redneck joke, as well we should. But the accents, the mullets, the (implied) inbreeding and uneducated ways can all be wiped out with one word. Snooki! God bless her and I hope she grows!

So, make fun if you must, but remember, no matter where you live in the world, your day to be a punchline will always arrive.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Banana Bread Comics

Greetings Pups,

I was contemplating the other day on the things that I find amusing, things that really make me laugh. That led to thinking about the comedians I enjoy. Finally, I ended up thinking that a lot of them have the wrong idea about what is needed to make something truly funny. And these fine people I have dubbed "Banana Bread Comics".

Let me explain.

Anyone who knows me knows that I do not hate on carbs, especially all types of bread, especially banana bread. Now I have had experiences where I would be sitting in a room, maybe at home or my grandmother's house, or maybe I just walk into someone else's house, and it hits me. That sweet aroma that lets me know that someone is making banana bread. God bless them, right? I'm sure you all know what a delight that is. So I make my way to the kitchen, and, there it is, the banana bread. All hot and steamy on a plate with just a smidge of butter that has just finished melting, and it's all for me. So I pick it up, just savor the scent of it for a moment, then I take a bite, expecting it to melt in my mouth. But all of a sudden, I realize that I have to chew it and chew a lot more than bread usually makes me. I turn to the baker, whomever it may be, and say, "What did you do to this banana bread?" and they say,"Oh, I put nuts in it." My response to that is, "Okay, why did you ruin it?!"

Look, I don't hate nuts, on their own. I actually quite enjoy them. But I am a purist. Do you know what I like in my banana bread? Bananas and bread. No need to add things that are unnecessary and only serve to drag down the quality of a fine item.

Okay, I told you that to tell you this. I realize that many stories that comedians tell are flat-out dirty and you can't work your way around those. However, many things they say are very funny and, believe it or not, clean, and what to they do? Drop in a buch of f-bombs and other assorted swear words for no good reason. So, you see, those nice, clean stories are the banana bread, and the swear words are the nuts. Hence, "Banana Bread Comics".

Now, as a writer, I have to understand people expressing themselves however they choose to do so. But, for comedians, it is often the foul language that keeps some people away. So less cussing, bigger audience, more money. Maybe. Just an idea.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

For John

Greetings Pups,

Anyone who has been taught well in their lives knows exactly why today is significant. Thirty years ago today John Lennon died. I could say we lost him, but that would be impossible. He made sure we never would lose him.

Now I could do what everyone else will do today and go on and on about how wonderful he was. I guess he was, as an artist. I could say how he was my hero and how his music saved my life. Unfortunately, that's not really true. Besides, he would absolutely hate that!

Anyone who knows anything about John Lennon knows that he wasn't afraid to mess with people, even his fans. And had you gushed over him to his face, if given such a great chance, he would have made you feel like you were insane for thinking such things. Don't get me wrong. I'm sure he appreciated everyone who loved his music, but I don't think he wanted to be anyone's hero or anyone's saviour. That's one of the many reasons why I never nailed him to any cross like a lot of people have done; because he didn't want to be there. He can be a cultural icon, even a genius, but the guy was no saint.

I've always wondered, if I had been given the opportunity to meet him, would he have liked me? Call me arrogant, but I think he would have. Why? Probably, because I wouldn't be afraid to call him a jerk to his face. Sure, I would have told him that I really liked his music and I hoped he would never stop making it, but I would also have told him that sometimes he could be a screw-up, and he's got to watch that. He might have been shocked that someone would have the guts to do that, but I think he would have appreciated that truth more than anything. And, of course,I would have thrown in the fact that, when he tried hard enough, he could probably be a decent gentleman.

All I'm saying is this: he was not perfect. People want to act like he was, which proves that they are merely fans, not admirers or students or true followers. He knew he wasn't perfect, and I think it hurt him when people thought he was. If we could love him while knowing about his flaws instead of denying them, that would be what he wanted.

The truth is, John Lennon was, in fact, the one who pushed me to realize what my true calling in life is, and he has continued to inspire me for many years. And even though I never knew him, I still miss him. So, it is accurate to say that God will use anything or anyone to help us find our path. Mysterious ways, indeed.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Bridges of Madison County - Movie Review

Greetings Pups,

Isn't it amazing how people can make something so good and so not so good all at the same time? I thought of this the other night as I watched The Bridges of Madison County.

First off, let me give you some important information about myself. I love Clint Eastwood. I mean, I loooove, like I love him more than anyone my age should. He's an incredible movie maker, storyteller, story finder, but I don't really have to tell anyone these things, do I? I'm sure enough people know how great he is since he has had a career that has spanned, oh, I don't know, a thousand years or so.

However, in all those years, one can never be on a mountaintop with everything they attempt to do. The valleys must be visited. This particular movie, I feel, is a combination of both.

As far as flat-out movie making skills go, this is a brilliant piece of work. Great acting and directing from the Clint and, hello, Meryl Streep! Here, she reminds us why she has been dubbed the queen of all accents. Or do only I call her that? There is so much attention paid to detail, and it was beautifully shot. So, technically, great movie. Now, let's move on to the subject matter.

This has always been considered a great, romantic love story. I could agree with that if not for one little glitch. ADULTERY IS ALWAYS BAD!!! I mean, God put it in the top ten! It's bad. While I can never excuse such behavior, I could understand why a woman may fall into such an act. If, let's say, her husband is a drunk who beats her and the kids and runs around with the pros, if you know what I mean, I could sympathize . . . a little. Still, not excusing it, though. That's not the case in this movie. Her husband is not a bad guy at all. His only crime is not being as awesome as Clint Eastwood. Or as hot. Yeah, I said it. Clint Eastwood was 65 or something when he made this movie and he was still hot. So . . . take that. And if being inadequate in these areas compared to him is a crime for any man, well, does the phrase "not enough prisons on the planet" mean anything!

And let's discuss the most unbelievable aspect of the whole "Bridges" phenomenon. As you may know, this was first a book, written by a dude. That's not the unbelievable part, by the way. It was a book embraced by many, many women, I think, mostly, middle-aged housewives. They seemed to be swept away by the story of a (duh!) middle-aged housewife being romanced by a handsome stranger, giving her a break from her ho-hum life. Gotcha! But, hey, here's an idea. Let's switch it up a bit.

Let's have it be a husband who stays home alone while the wife and two kids go off to the cow show, or whatever it was. Then, who should come up the driveway in her dirty, dirty pick-up truck, but some Angelina looking broad (type-casting) with a camera asking for directions to a bridge. And then, oops!, they trip and fall into bed. Holy double standard, Batman! Every housewife in this country would beat the crap out of that hussy, and they know they would.

Finally, let me bring up the most disturbing aspect of this film. What kind of mother leaves journals filled with the torrid details of her affair to her children?! Grown children, but still. No one wants to think about their parents having sex. Not with each other, nor with some stranger. I would have been like, "Thanks for the secret recipe to your award-winning apple fritters, Mom, but I could have done without your illicit, romance novel diaries!" It proves, yet again, that parents need to be parents to their children, not friends.

So, remember, the best love stories are also the purest. But, hey, the cinematography was great. I know I may have gone a bit off topic here, but I just couldn't help myself. When it comes to movies, sometimes subject matter . . . matters, okay? However, if I am speaking strictly about the skill of film making, this movie is very well done. And if you want to learn how to be a skilled film maker, I say watch it. Actually, watch all of Clint Eastwood's movies should that be your life's goal. And I hope this last statement of acclamation leads to him one day forgiving me for this review.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Monday, November 29, 2010

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Greetings Pups,

So I heard that Jessica Simpson is getting married. Not that I care all that severely, but it did make me think back on her career, such as it has been.

I don't wish to be rude, although, it does happen. There are many . . . well, some . . . okay,let's go with a few good things I could say about Jessica Simpson. She's got a gorgeous face, not a bad voice and she seems like a nice girl. I was just never able to jump on the train of it being a good idea to use stupidity to launch one's career into the stratosphere.

Now many theories have arisen about her ditziness. Some choose to believe that she truly is that dumb, but has managed to use the lemon of a brain she has been given to make a big pitcher of entertainment industry lemonade. Others think that she simply acts that unaware to voluntarily be a walking punchline. Everyone needs a gimmick, after all. Maybe, but that would require some seriously good and convincing acting abilities, because she has convinced us all. But if you've ever seen Jessica Simpson in a movie, you'll know that a little gold man is probably not in her future.

Then, I thought, maybe the bad acting is part of the charity work she does. We've all tried to dull our shine to make others look better. Maybe she's acting so poorly to make her co-stars seem more talented. Anyone see Employee of the Month? Next to Miss Simpson, Dane Cook looked like Gregory Peck, and, I don't know if you all know this, he's not. But, then again, who is?

Anyway, whatever her methods or motives, Jessica has never done anything against me, so I'll be a good girl and pray that God sends some blessings her way. After her last marriage, I think she'll need all she can get.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Shooting With/For/At the Stars

Greetings Pups,

I am not someone who watches Dancing with the Stars on a regular basis. However, I have seen it, and, even if you try to escape it, you still hear news about these types of shows. For example, I heard that some guy took his rifle and fired a shot into his television when Bristol Palin did not get eliminated.

A couple of things with that.

First of all, not to stereotype any certain groups, but I don't think that the same type of man who watches Dancing with the Stars is the same type of man that owns a rifle and keeps it within hands reach when he watches TV. I'm not saying that all guys who watch that show regularly are gay, (though Joel McHale might) or that gay men can't own rifles. I'm just saying that if I add it all up in my head, something doesn't come out right. I mean, I saw the guy who did this and I never would have guessed that he enjoys shows where, on occasion, the men wear more glittery outfits than the women.

Second, if your life is so sad and pathetic that you get this much involved with a dancing show, or any television program for that matter, you shouldn't shoot your TV in the face. Mostly, because it's probably your only friend. Look, I'll admit it. I got a little teary-eyed when Warrick Brown died on CSI. Not as much as Nick Stokes, of course, but he cries about everything. Still, I know the guy who played him didn't die for real, so I got over it.

My lesson for this evening is just this. Enjoy the time you have with your TV, and, even if you get upset with something you see, don't point anything at it except for the remote control.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Fight the Good Fight

Greetings Pups,

I've heard people talk throughout my life about "picking your battles" or "choosing your battles". I agree that we should be careful how we spend our time and energy when it comes to a fight of any sort. Tonight, I'll add a new dimension to that. I believe that people should also be careful when it comes to choosing their enemies. And that is for a very different reason.

I was thinking about all the people, and there are many, who have chosen to become enemies of mine. One question. Are they insane? Apparently, someone has forgotten that the pen is mightier than the sword, and I'm a person who likes to combine the two. I'm a writer, a real artist, as I've said before, and I always tell the truth. I am certainly not afraid to tell the truth about those that surround me, especially those who have chosen to make attacks against me. And it is not a revenge tactic. It is simply letting what is be known. Too bad if doing that makes them look undesirable to the world. They made their choices and, therefore, have made their consequences. I was put here to look around, be inspired by all things, good and bad, and create. Now how would I look if I didn't do my job where that is concerned?

So, I love a good fight, as we all should occasionally, but do it on the side of right. Only then will we all prevail.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

All in a Day's Work

Greetings Pups,

A few years ago I saw a report on 20/20 or maybe Oprah, or maybe both, about the best job in America. Turns out, if you work for the fine folks at Google, or should I say @Google, you have hit the jackpot.

It was amazing to see all the perks they give to their employees. Sure, they get big paychecks and bonuses, but it goes far beyond that. If I recall correctly, they had spas and gourmet food for lunch and things I can't bear to mention because I'm sure that coveting is still in the top ten of "Thou shalt not"s.

And, of course, they can provide all those things to their employees. They're billionaires! But I hear that the best way for a rich person to stay rich is to not spend their money. Not on themselves, and certainly not on other people. So the owners of Google don't have to do all those things;they choose to do them. They choose to let their faithful employees know that their hard work and loyalty are very much appreciated. They just have the means to do it in a very expensive way.

However, I don't think the specifics of what they do for their workers are what make it a great place to work. Though, it doesn't hurt. At the core, it is rewarding people for doing their jobs well. Simply, thanking them. And I doubt you'll find a slacker on the payroll.

So, if you are in charge of a business, even a tiny, 'unimportant' one, do what they do. Thank your good employees for the work they do and respect those hard workers by not employing people who do nothing. Believe me, that situation is not a good one to be in. It doesn't take much to do a lot for someone.

So appreciate your good employees, or one day you may turn around to find that they've gone off to work for the Google boys leaving you with nothing but dead weight. Good luck if that happens, but you reap what you sow.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Monday, October 18, 2010

Working Girl

Greetings Pups,

As a woman in today's world, I have to appreciate other women who have managed to become successful in their careers. When they can do that and have successful home lives, my respect goes through the roof. So my question is this? Is it really possible to have both? I wonder this each time I watch a particular (sort of) reality show.

I like fashion to a certain extent. I think it can be so pretty. So when I see a show about it, I have to, at least, give it a chance. Why else would I watch a show called The Rachel Zoe Project after all the times my girl Danielle Fishel made fun of that woman on The Dish?

Like I said, I respect a woman with a successful career, and she certainly has that. But, mercy! Her husband, Roger! Does anyone else want to give him a big hug whenever . . . okay, pretty much every time you see him? He reminds me of a puppy who brings you your slippers and the morning paper and you reward him with a kick in the butt. Now I never condone adultery, and I don't think he ever cheated on his wife, but if he did? Well, anyone who has ever watched this show would probably not be too judgemental about that. Of course, two wrongs don't make a right, Roger, so don't do that.

All I'm saying is this. Ladies, work hard, do well, have your careers, but if you have people in your life that love you, like a husband, don't forget that you have them. And, while I don't think Rachel Zoe reads this, I'll still send her a message.

"Rachel, doll, sometimes you need to do things differently. Just once, say no to Versace, say no to Armani, say no to Paris and Milan, and FINALLY say yes to your husband!"

Love and Full Moons,

Becky the Writer

Friday, October 1, 2010

Top Ten Bee Gees Albums

Greetings Pups,

So, last time, I spoke of some heinous list by VH1 of the 100 greatest artists of . . . whatever. I mentioned a few of its many flaws, one of which was where the Bee Gees were placed. They happen to be one of my favorite groups of all time, though I know a stigma tends to be attached to them. As if I care. So, I have decided to do one of my Top Ten lists for you. Specifically, my Top Ten favorite Bee Gees albums. I know what some of you must be thinking and, to answer your question, yes, they did things other than Saturday Night Fever. Let me enlighten you all.

Before I officially begin, may I give honorable mention to Their Greatest Hits record from 2001. It might as well have been a new album since, in addition to their classics, they remade many of the songs they wrote for other artists. Amazing. Now let's get down to business.

#10. Odessa - This is one that is probably the most unknown to non-fans on this list. The music was pretty good, but I mostly like it because I like drama. The songs "Lamplight" and "First of May" remind us of the rivalry that erupted between Robin and Barry. Yes, they had a major falling out. What about? Well, let's just say, I fully believe that the whole "Hos before Bros" thing started here. Not that any of those women were . . . well, they're from England so let's say trollops. It's just a joke. And by the way, I think "Lamplight" was a much better song than "First of May", so I guess . . . Team Robin?

#9. Children of the World - Here's where the disco thing began to creep in. I mean, they did have a song on here that included the word "Boogie". Nuff said. Plus, "You Should Be Dancing" was originally on this album. Hard to believe it wasn't written just for Saturday Night Fever. And don't even get me started on the song "Love So Right". It's so good I can't even get into it right now.

#8. Spirits Having Flown - This is what I call the last hurrah (so original!) This was the last successful album before everyone decided that, whether or not the Bee Gees actually sucked, they sucked. But with a song like "Too Much Heaven" on it, who cares what the fools of the world think. I am, however, still trying to figure out what "Love You Inside Out" means exactly. I have theories.

#7. Bee Gees 1st - There is always something special about the first album of a legendary group. No exception here. Even if it is actually their THIRD studio album. Must you toy with us, boys. Technically, though, it is the first of their albums to be released internationally, so, whatever. And we've got fantastic songs like "To Love Somebody", "Holiday", "New York Mining Disaster 1941", and one of my personal favorites, "In My Own Time". What else do we need?

#6. One - This was the first album they released after their younger brother Andy passed away. This is no more poignant than on the song "Wish You Were Here". It's a tearjerker. This album has some really strong songs, like "Bodyguard", "Ordinary Lives" and the title track. Also, on the edition I own, it also contains the song "You Win Again", which is another of my favorites. Still, aside from the technical aspect of the music, thinking of the emotions behind it has to make everyone give them a lot of credit.

#5. Idea - I include this one because it includes my favorite song "I Started a Joke". Not only my favorite Bee Gees' song, but my favorite song period. That one song is reason enough for me to put in on this list.

#4. This Is Where I Came In - As wonderful as this album is, it is now also bittersweet. This is the last album with Maurice, which ultimately makes it the last Bee Gees album ever. So, listen, enjoy, cry, but most of all, remember. I could go on and on about a lot of the songs here, but the one that really stands out is "Man In the Middle", which was sung by Maurice and has a title that describes what he has always been perfectly. Even he said so.

#3. Main Course - This is the album that changed everything. It was the first time we got the falsetto, which, of course, became their signature. Thanks, Arif Mardin. And I suppose thanks to Eric Clapton, too, since, rumor has it, he told them to do some work in Miami. They did, because if Eric Clapton tells you to do something you do it, apparently. Anyway, the songs are memorable and wonderful and some of the best ever composed. I mean, come on. You get "Jive Talkin'", "Nights on Broadway", and another one of mt favorites, "Country Lanes". It's fantastic.

#2. Size Isn't Everything - Often referred to as their strongest post-Saturday Night Fever work, this collection is beyond amazing. The vocals, the melodies, it all comes together so beautifully. Songs like "For Whom the Bell Tolls", "Above and Beyond", and "Heart Like Mine" are my personal best on this album. But, as a whole, it's near perfect. I am literally stunned that this one is not considered as legendary as the Bee Gees themselves.

#1. Still Waters - This one is special to me. This is the one that hooked me in to the this group and never let me go. The fact that it came out in 1997, though, proves that I was a late bloomer when it came to these guys. We all make mistakes. I don't even need to mention any particular songs here, because I love every single song. There's no other way around it. It's my number one.

So there it is, kids, my list. Look it over, find the music, love the music. You won't regret it.

Love and Full Moons,

Becky the Writer

Monday, September 13, 2010

100 Greatest . . . Excuse Me!

Greetings Pups,

And so they have done it again. VH1 has compiled a list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time, even though they already did it about a decade ago. I couldn't really think of anyone who may have popped up over the last ten years who is good enough to bump anyone off that list. But, then again, I know something about music. Obviously, though, they decided to poll a lot of people who do not.

I'll never deny anyone their talent, or lack thereof, but some of the names on this list should not have been on it. And many should not have been given the ranking that they were, in fact, given. People like Alicia Keys, Justin Timberlake and Beyonce, while popular for whatever reason, should not be considered in the running for this. No offense. I mean, Alicia Keys can tickle those ivories like they're all named Elmo, and Justin Timberlake can sing okay, though I prefer him as a comedian on SNL. And Beyonce . . . well, I should not even go there, because I don't need a slander lawsuit against me. But none of these youngsters should be considered better than Janis Joplin, Otis Redding, or the Bee Gees (putting them at #88 was a crime!).

And then when you think about who didn't rank at all? I'll let the absence of the Mamas and the Papas slide, since that could just be aftershock from MacKenzie Phillips' recent "Hey, guess what?" moment. But no Simon and Garfunkel. No Leonard Cohen, possibly the best lyricist ever. Please.

At least, the Beatles were number one, though Lennon and McCartney should have been in the top tweny all on their own. Just like Fleetwood Mac should have been and Bruce Springsteen, too. I don't even like Springsteen and I'm saying this, because, like I said, he's talented and you can't deny that.

Well, hopefully, one day, those in the music industry will learn something about music from someone. I'm available for that job . . . for a small fee!

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Friday, August 27, 2010

The Whole Wide World - Movie Review

Greetings Pups,

Last time, I wrote about some comparisons between two of my favorite television characters, one of whom is portrayed, or formerly portrayed, by Vincent D'Onofrio. And he happens to be one of my favorite people in reality. So writing about him, in a way, made me eager to share a little review of one of his movies, the best one of them in my opinion. It's called The Whole Wide World.

Yes, I know. Most people have never even heard of it, much less seen it. That is very sad, because it's amazing. But now that I think of it, many amazing movies have been unseen by the masses. We'll get to as many of those as possible, eventually. Moving on.

This movie is about a writer named Robert Howard, the author behind the Conan the Barbarian and so on stories. Of course, it does explore his writing, and it is does so in a very fascinating way. The main plot, though, concerns his relationship with a young woman named Novalyne Price, a teacher and aspiring writer who fits into the norm of society but is intrigued by the "out of the box" thinking of this pulp writer. D'Onofrio plays Howard, while Price is portrayed by Renee Zelwegger in one of her first roles. I believe this movie was made just before she got super famous with Jerry Maguire. Hmm? From Vincent D'onofrio to Tom Cruise? Hope she had a parachute. Look, I'm not saying that one is a higher caliber of actor than the other, though I do believe that; I'm saying that one is much taller than the other. That's the joke. I'm not good at this, am I? Let's press on.

Now, despite the fact that this man wrote the Conan stories, this film is nothing like the movies that spawned from them. This is a gentle, subtle, beautiful piece of art filled with some of the best performances I have ever seen from any of the actors here. That includes our two amazing leads, but also the late, great Harve Presnell, another actor that many of the young folks probably don't know about, but they should. And may I mention Ann Wedgeworth who played Robert's ailing mother. She was heartbreaking and brilliant, which may be my favorite acting combination

If you choose to watch this movie, you will find many great moments. However, if I must choose a favorite scene, few things are more enjoyable than seeing a little, tiny Renee in a shouting match with Vinnie D and having her be the one with whom you don't want to mess. I guess tough things can come in small packages. But besides that, there are many quiet and emotional parts where we see deeply into this complex, powerful and very real relationship. Even when they argue or take some cheap shots at each other, you can still feel the love.

The most incredible thing about this film is Vincent D'Onofrio's portrayal of Robert Howard, and not only because he is pretty much always a wonderful actor. I have seen him play other real people, Abbie Hoffman for one, but that is, in a way, easy. Or easier. Let me explain. Most of us know that man, his mannerisms, how he talked. D'Onofrio managed to grab the essence of who he was and become Abbie Hoffman. Robert Howard, on the other hand? Who knows what he sounded like or acted like? I personally have never seen any old film of him talking or anything. Maybe I didn't look hard enough. All I know of him is that he existed, and I'm thinking some people don't even know that much. And yet, when I saw the performance, I thought, 'Wow, he really reminds me of that guy' What?! I didn't know what Robert Howard was like, but it goes beyond what you can see or even what you know. You watch him act as this real life man and you can feel inside of yourself that he did capture him. It's undeniable and truly an amazing experience.

So, go on ahead and watch The Whole Wide World. I know that sounds like a command, but it is merely a suggestion. A good suggestion. If you want to see great actors at their very best, you will not be disappointed.

Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer

Friday, August 20, 2010


Greetings Pups,

Have you ever seen two people that technically have nothing to do with each other, but, for some reason they remind you of each other? I was reminded recently that I have been in that situation, and it made me start to think. As if I ever stop.

I had hit a dry spell during work on Monday and, hoping to find something inspirational to get my creative side out of its coma, I turned on the television. Turns out, I hit the mother load. At the same time, I found an episode of Law and Order: Criminal Intent and an episode of CSI. It was a bit of a conundrum(correct spelling?) because I enjoy both of those shows. So I had to do some channel flip-flopping.

Anyway, as I gave my thumb a work out, going from one fictionalized crime replete city to the other, something occurred to me. I realized how much Detective Robert Goren and Gil Grissom remind me of each other. That thought hit me all of a sudden and I had no idea why, so I had to start analyzing the idea of it.

Okay, they are both extremely smart, but in very different ways. Grissom seems to have several pieces of paper to prove his intelligence. Not that he needs them, since he's happy to tell you how smart he is with a constant flow of useless info he gives whether you like it or not. That must be some breakroom at the CSI hangout. You just go to get some milk for your coffee while he's in there and you hear his voice. "Did you know that when a cow gives birth - ?" "No, I didn't know that, nor do I care. I just want my caffeine fix."

Goren, on the other hand, seems to be a bit more of an autodidact. I know nothing of his formal education, but the way he always rushes to the library while working on a case makes me think he has a thirst for knowledge. And, much like his counterpart, he pulls info out of his hat pretty quickly. Info that does not make me ask how he knows that, but WHY does he know that.

They also both can be quite humorous. Grissom can be dry and very possesive of punchlines. I mean, have you seen the looks he gives poor Greg Sanders when the kid tries to make a joke of his own? Goren, though, can be flat out hilarious. Not a bit afraid of the physical comedy, even in the background while his partner is talking to a suspect. I think, in those moments, "I should be listening to Eames in order to follow the storyline. I'm sure of it. But Goren is mimicking ballet dancers back there. How can I turn away?" Actual episode, right there.

Also, maybe it's just me, but have they started to look alike in the past few years? I know pretty much everyone goes gray and gets a bit of a Pillsbury doughboy physique when they get older, but I get a real through the looking glass moment with those guys.

Finally, the most important similarity - they both abandoned me! Oh, well, it's a good thing I'm a forgiving person.

Love and full Moons,

Becky the Writer

Friday, August 13, 2010

Piece of Work of Art - Day 10

Greetings Pups,

First things first. I think I will no longer put a little number on the days. I'm starting to annoy myself with that and it has been hard enough trying to come up with titles for all of these entries. Maybe I'll stop that as well.

Moving on to tonight's topic.

I understand that, in life, you often have to take the sour with the sweet, but I hate when a wonderful idea can be tainted by (I can't believe I'm saying this!) the truth. By that, I mean the truth about how people really are. Some great individuals and the Bravo Channel decided to create an amazing show called Work of Art, of which I watched every episode. Despite the fact that my own art doesn't lean much toward visuals, I was happy to see a place for artists to be allowed to express themselves. That is usually a very good thing. Now, of course, I did prepare myself for the fact that some of the art may be not to my liking due to content. In short, I don't generally don't consider a picture of a bunch of naked people art. Sorry. I did not, however, prepare myself for the way that some of the "artists" showed themselves to the world in a non-artistic way.

Look, I am the first to admit that some people who call themselves artists can be a little pretentious or obnoxious and I was certainly exposed to quite a bit of that in this show. I won't mention names, but, if you saw the show, you will know to whom I am referring. I feel as though many supposed artists are so incredibly caught up in the idea of being an artist that they can become a bit annoying. Often, due to the fact that sometimes art is unappreciated, they may put themselves on their own pedestal and that pedestal can be too high. Then, instead of others noticing them and their work up there, everyone says,"Hey, get down, you're bothering me".

So, if you are an artist, a tried and true artist with a lot of talent, then just be that. Be who you were made to be without trying to be something you're not. Like I always say, if you don't have truth, you don't have art. Oh, crap, that sounded pretentious!

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Monday, August 9, 2010

Night Out - Day 9

Greetings Pups,

I wonder if people often think about why they are the way that they are. I do, sometimes. For example, I wonder sometimes why I'm such a loner. A lot of reasons come to mind, but every time I go out with certain friends of mine I think, Oh, yeah, that's why.

I'm not saying my friends are horrible, but we all know people who have special little quirks that can drive us bat crap insane. One of my flaws is that I let things like this bother me. But I'll do my best to explain myself.

Recently, I went out with some friends to the movies. Now I do not tolerate people talking during the show, and I will shush them if need be. And I'm talking about a hardcore, tough "I have a degree in shushing" shush. Of course, I can usually only do this if I go to the movies alone. I have one friend who hates when I do that. Apparently, some people think that if I throw out a shush, the receivers of the shush are going to jump us when we get outside. My response to that is, first of all, MAN UP! And second I say, "Look, just because I would do something like that to someone doesn't mean that other people would".

And while on the subject of going out with friends, I'll mention something else. Does anyone else have that one friend who no one ever wants to drive? And the reason no one wants them to drive is because of the chance that you might stop by the drive thru. Now, personally, when I go through the drive thru, I'm fairly nice even if they screw up, which is often, but I never talk mean to them and we all know why. I'd swear at a missionary before I say anything to those people. But we all have that friend that will insult them because that's just what they do. As soon as the phrase, "What are you, an idiot?" goes from the driver's side window into the little menu speaker box, we all think, Great, I just wanted ice in my drink. Now I'm gonna get spit, or worse. So, yeah, I have friends who are permanantly in the No Drive Zone.

On the positive end though, we all have flaws and so do the people we know. Despite that, friends should be cherished. But keeping them in check is no sin either.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Theater Parts - Day 8

Greetings Pups,

I know I've been a bit negative lately with things I have to say. So tonight, I have something positive to say. Yay, right?

Okay, first, let me just say that I have a way of showing approval and that is, subtly, a nod and a smile. With disapproval, I give a shake and a sigh. You don't want that second one from me. Not at all. But, good news, this evening I will be giving a nod and a smile, and I will be giving it to the fine people at the Cinemark theater in Monaca, Pa.

Now I could say that I'm doing this because the floors are always non-sticky and the folks at the concession area are so nice. Of course, those people have to be that nice when they're charging that much for popcorn and drinks. It's like, "You wanna make that a large?" "No, my rent is due soon."

While those things are true, I have to dig a little deeper. I would like to give a major compliment to their bathroom. If you're like me, the thought of using a public bathroom can be a bit, oh, let's say horrifying. And I think, in most cases, those feelings are justified. They're either all wet all the time or there's no TP or they are just plain rude. Yeah, that's right. I called a non-living thing, a room rude. Know why? Because I can. But the bathroom in this theater is like a slice of a happy dream.

Not only is it always clean, which is, let's face it, a rarity, but just look at it. It's gorgeous. And the best part is that it's old school. There are knobs and levers and buttons. Not like these other places that are trying to keep up with the Jetsons, telling you to move your hand or other body parts here or there to get the water to turn on or the toilet to flush. I mean, I don't do yoga, and I can't meditate my way into being able to wash my hands. I just want to do what I have to do and get out. There are previews I don't want to miss!

So, once again, a nod and a smile to the fine people at the Cinemark, and I'll definitely be back.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Monday, July 26, 2010

REALly Funny - Day 7

Greetings Pups,

If anyone asks me what kind of TV I watch, I tell them that I gravitate toward the dramas. I wonder why. Perhaps, it has something to do with the comedies I was exposed to as a child and the ones I still catch reruns of now. I should catch and release.

For example, today I found myself watching an old episode of Full House. You remember that one, right? Of course. This particualar episode was all about the people in the Tanner household getting on each others nerves due to the crowded living quarters. Understandable. There were like thirty-seven people living there, something that only should be done if there are Greek letters above the front door. Anyway, some old dude was going to give them twice what the house was worth to buy it. No brainer, right? Well, for most of us.

But wait! Oh no, the seven year old is sad and doesn't want to move. Case closed. Cancel the Uhaul. Are they kidding? Maybe if there were living in this economy the response would be, "Oh, you're sad. I'm sorry. Suck it up and start packing, little girl!"

You know, I guess we shouldn't be surprised. This show had, on numerous occasions, steered very clear of the notion that the children are not in charge of the household. And, God forbid, they ever get a punishment that fits the crime.

Seriously, think back. How many times were statements like this uttered? "What? You ruined the eighty dollar sweater we foolishly bought for you? We'll just take a penny out of your allowance every week for the next hundred years until you pay it off." Or, "What? You drove a car into the kitchen without even opening the door first? At least you didn't get hurt or mess up your hair." Or, "What? You accidentally poisoned the next door neighbor. Well, these things happen." Okay, I made that last one up, but the other two were loosely based on actual episodes.

Why can there be no "true to life" ness in any of these shows? I mean, Lost had more reality based episodes. Things happened, people got upset, sometimes to the point of gunfire. Now that's real life.

So if you get sucked into an old rerun of this show, just keep telling yourself, like I do, that you're only watching to look at John Stamos. Seriously, does he age at all? I've never heard of a Greek vampire, but there is a first time for everything, I suppose.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Just Go Already! - Day 6

Greetings Pups,

I remember being sixteen. I remember being so excited to start driving. It seemed like it was so much fun, and it was. At first. Then, all of a sudden, something changed, like I bet it does for most people. One day, you realize that you have to drive and it's no longer all that fun. You also realize that the only way driving can be truly enjoyable is if there's no one else on the road. I have many complaints about the vehicular behavior of others and I'm sure I'll get to them all eventually. Today, I'll focus on one.

Now I'm one of those crazy people who follows all the rules of the road. I go the speed limit, I yield, and when I see a stop sign, I take it at face value. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I'm going to complain about those who don't. You know, the rollers, the pausers, the "I don't psychically feel that any cars are approaching from either direction so I'm gonna gun it and hope for the best" people. No, I won't talk about those idiots, not today. I'm going to go in the opposite direction.

Like I said, when I see a stop sign, I stop completely, I look, and if it's safe, I go. It's the best method for dealing with the stop sign. But then, there are some people who see the sign, and they stop. And they stay stopped. Then they stay stopped some more. It's like they're waiting for the sign to magically turn around and say Go, so they can go. What is that about?

Now I can appreciate the fine art of being cautious in this situation. I, myself, have been there. You're stopped, you see a car coming, and at that distance, you could probably make it, but you have a bad feeling and decide to wait it out. Especially with those big trucks. Yeah, I like to let them have their way and pass me before I go. But these are isolated incidents.

Recently, I was out driving and I came to a stop sign behind someone else. And they stopped and stay stopped. I tried to give the benefit of the doubt, thinking that maybe the trucks were coming. But no. After waiting there for Lord knows how long, they just decided to go. Nothing passed by. Nothing. I pulled up, I looked both ways. Not a car in sight. Nothing, but tumbleweeds as far as the eye can see. I literally wanted to chase that car down and force them to pull over just so I could ask what the problem was. I was that curious.

Look, people, I don't mean to vulgar, but this is the best advice I can give about dealing with stop signs. You have to treat them like a one night stand. Just hit it, do what you have to do and then move on to the next one. You have to go all Chuck Bass on those things. You can't be like Dan Humphrey, sitting there for twenty minutes, desperately trying to start a meaningful relationship. Yeah, that's right. I have watched the Gossip Girl enough to know the characters and their behavior. Sorry.

My point is, hit it and go. It's simple. It could be jingle. Let's all just do our best to make the driving experience as pain free and homicide free as possible for everyone.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Monday, July 19, 2010

Handle With Care - Day5

Greetings Pups,

I wonder if, as with a lot of jobs, grocery workers are required to take certain tests. Psychological tests, random drug tests, whatever. For many reasons, I'm thinking no. Now I know that anger management classes exist, and if the class exists, there must be tests, I think those particular tests should be given to the people who work in the dairy department. I'll tell you why.

Pardon the pun, but why is it like playing a shell game when you attempt to find a carton of eggs that has no damage? I want ONE dozen, and yet, I have to sift through ten dozen to find the precious, perfect one intended for me. Most carton shouldn't even say one dozen eggs. They should say "eleven eggs and one pile of shell and yolk slime".

Why? Are the workers mad at the eggs with a need to abusively toss them into the cooler with no regard for their feelings? Or, perhaps, it's the chickens they have anger toward and decide to take it out on the offspring. You know, like the chickens are the dad in jail for imbezzlement and the eggs are the kids that get picked on at school because of it. Unfair.

Or maybe the person in charge of this department forgot that common sense is not so common. He or she forgot that sometimes you have to tell your unskilled employees this: "Hey, guys, about the eggs. You know, those little white and sometimes brown things that break if you look at them the wrong way? Yeah, could be a bit gentle with them? Okay? Good. Off to work now." That is all it would take, I think.

Of course, my blame could be competely misdirected. Someone, even a customer, could be having a bad day. They go and grab a straw, some Tic Tacs, jump on a shopping cart and do a drive by. Tasty, minty candies getting shot through a straw and into those openings in the egg cartons with a few casualties. Sorry, little egg. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong shelf.

Now I understand the logic that I am avoiding here. When I find a carton with eleven good, one bad, why not just switch out my bad one for a good one from another carton, you may ask? No! No, I can't do that. I always feel like I'm being watched in those places, and if I do the mix and match, they will know and - boom! Sirens go off, lights start flashing and I am in big trouble. I cannot take that kind of pressure. If these stores don't want to take the initiative to make a change, I'll stick with the shell game. It's my safest bet.

And, yes, I am using these first blog posts as a warm up. Excuse how trivial the may be. So have a good night and enjoy your breakfast tomorrow morning.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Friday, July 16, 2010

If I Had a Tim Gunn . . . Day 4

Greetings Pups,

When I decide whether or not I want to get involved in a relationship with a particular man, I do have some criteria. Of course, I know that no man will probably meet them all, but I do have some dealbreakers. One of them is honesty. I cannot be with a man who is not honest with me,and I cannot be with a man who is not honest with himself. I know I can't judge someone on their appearance, and you do have to get to know someone before you decide whether or not they are an honest person. But there are some men who, with one look, I know lie to themselves. I'm sure you've seen these men. Let me describe them.

Have you ever been sitting on a bench in the park or walking around a store, just watching people go by? All of a sudden, a man passes by. He is wearing simply a t-shirt and a pair of pants. Sounds safe enough, right? Wrong. Oh, sure, that seems like a good casual outfit, and it usually is, but not this time. It is because this man has lied to himself.

He is wearing pants that should be worn by a man who has a twenty-eight inch waist UNDERNEATH his own thirty-six inch waist! You've seen them, right? Where their midsection that will never be described as flat or taut hangs over their belt. Oh, and let's all thank the good Lord above that there is a belt. Otherwise, these guys would look like Vincent D'onofrio in that scene in Full Metal Jacket where the sergeant or whatever made him march around with his pants around his ankles, sucking his thumb. But let's not get into that today.

And the cherry on top of that dessert they should not be eating is that all of them are tuckers. They all tuck in the shirt. Look, if you have a stomach like a pregnant woman, go to them for fashion tips. I have never seen a pregnant woman tucking. No, they get those cute tunics that cover everything up. They should make those for dudes.

Just so no one thinks I'm sexist, I'll toss in something for the ladies as well. Think of it this way. Anorexia is like Los Angeles; morbid obesity is like New York. There is a vast landscape between those two places, and most of us fall into that area.

Now I wouldn't call myself model size, but who in their right mind is? So I never judge people on their own size. I do, however, know how to dress in order to be flattering and not frightening. So, referring to my previous metaphor, if you live in Cleveland, don't dress like you live in Las Vegas. You got it.

Bottom line is, fat, skinny, or whatever, if you don't love yourself, you'll never really look good anyway. So don't worry too much about one until you take care of the other.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Mel, Tsk . . . Maybe. - Day 3

Greetings Pups,

We've all heard the saying "The Truth Hurts". I believe that, and I'm not afraid of offending people as long as I am telling the truth. I do not, however, try to offend people just for the sake of being offensive or hurting somebody. I think everybody else should feel that way, too. That being said, let's talk about this latest Mel Gibson fiasco.

Like most people in the world, I have heard bits of this tape going around of Mel fighting with his baby mama. Now I have always had trouble recognizing someone's voice when they are screaming and yelling. I'm not saying that it isn't him on that tape, but my sensors are going off telling me I have reason to be suspicious.

Let's just cut to the chase, why don't we? If this had been a fight between Mel and the woman he was married to for over twenty-five years, I wouldn't be so suspicious. I and everyone else knows what his temper is like and I always thought of his wife as being a good and certainly loyal woman. But this new woman? Well, I just have serious doubts.

I mean, anyone who knows anything about this chick knows that she wants to be famous. And these days the best way to be famous is to, put it bluntly, spread 'em! I think we all know what I mean by the word " 'em". And this is apparently not the first time she got knocked up by a famous guy. Don't get me wrong. It's the guys' fault, too, because, let's be honest, guys can be stupid, especially when it comes to women. But I also know women. I'm one of them. I know how manipulative we can be. And this particular woman has come across as very shady from the beginning. So if it was Mel on this tape, I think she masterminded this whole thing and baited him. No woman can possibly sound as calm as she did while talking about the things they were talking about. By the way, that wasn't a compliment of me calling her clever. No, it probably wasn't too hard to get him to lose his temper. You are not that talented, my dear.

And if there is one thing I've noticed about Mel Gibson, it is this. Whatever despicable things he has ever done, he always eventually owns up to them and apologizes. So I'm waiting for that, because if he did make this collosal mistake, he will be remorseful and tell us.

Look, whatever went down, let's remember the most important thing. There are children involved here. I suggest we pray for all of these people, but mostly for them.

Okay, I'm done with this.

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Sunday, July 11, 2010

A Little More Info - Day 2

Greetings Pups,

As promised, I will now tell whomever is reading this a little more about myself. I suppose I could start at the beginning, but I don't believe I was all that aware of things back then. I can really only tell you what I've heard about those early days of my life. Unfortunately, I don't fully trust anyone to tell me the truth about that. Or anything.

So, the best I can do is tell you that I was born years ago, I grew up and here I am. I can tell you for sure that I have tried to fill those years with things that can only be described as interesting. I do not like to be bored.

Now I would never call myself religious, but the most important relationship in my life is with the Lord. I am in no way political, although, I am a registered Libertarian. I do feel like that party is best suited to me, but I like being a Libertarian, mostly, because when I tell people I am one, it is quite entertaining to watch them pretend they know what one is. And then, I consider myself an edgy artist, yet I do not use inappropriate language in my writing. Which, I suppose, does make me edgy these days. My rule is "no profanity, but I will give you harsh and strong language". The truth does tend to be harsh and strong.

I have family spread all over the world, but I personally and currently reside in the Western Hemisphere of Pennsylvania. I only tell you all this as a warning. If you own any kind of a business, I strongly suggest that you keep your employees in check. I do not like to see wrong things being done to the public, since, in a way, I am part of it. Of course, I will always tell that public about things being done exceptionally well, but I do have to add the sour to the sweet and inform them of the badness. I'm just saying be careful, because that first amendment is shined up really bright in my book. And I always tell the truth.

I do have one of those average jobs that most people have, but it's a front so I won't get too many questions about what I really do. And what I really do can sometimes be inexplicable. You see, I am a people person. I protect people; I test people; I observe people; I listen to people; and those wrong things I see being done to people, as I previously mentioned, I make sure to do my part to put a stop to them, as you may have already guessed. That's work, my friends. All of these things are threads that lead to my most important job - writing. I wonder, though, if it really is a job for me. While it is hard work, I do have a slight case of hypergraphia (that would be compulsive writing) so I do it whether I want to or not.

Don't get me wrong. I love the writing and I think I'm good at it. Nothing better than creating worlds and playing with the lives in them. Oh, yeah, I also like to do that in real life, too. Hey, I said I don't like to be bored. So when a day is moving along slowly, you better believe I'll be the one to drop the spice into that recipe.

I do have other hobbies. I like to discover and observe the work of other artists, which means I have to dive into the entertainment industry quite a bit. That also means I have to sift through the crap to get to the good stuff. But all that leads to the fun part.

I love to tell people about movies, music, books. I end up becoming a bit of an unofficial reviewer, and I love to make lists of my favorite and not so favorite things. I'm sure you'll see some of those on occasion.

I'm sure I will even grace you all with the presence of some of my poetry from time to time. Consider yourself blessed if I do that. I may give you guys some first editions. I may even inspire people to join my pack. Maybe

I think that's all I need to say for now. I'm sure it was more than enough, but you'll definitely get more later. Have a lovely night and until next time . . .

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Welcome! - Day 1

Greetings Pups,

Hello! And welcome to my world!

I thought I would do a little post just to say something about myself as an introduction. So here we go.

I'm an artist, a writer, specifically, and every pure, real artist holds the truth as a priceless treasure above all else. Every lie is just another flaw put into that diamond, until it reverts back to coal. Then, you have to start all over again, if you even can. That seems like a good enough reason for me. Plus, I don't think God likes it all that much, and on His bad side is one place I never want to be.

Now, you may be wondering exactly what this blog will about. Well, ground-breakingly enough, it will be about what I think, what I believe and whatever opinions I am permitted to have. By that, I mean, absolute truth does exist, and with that, there is no opinion to have. It's the truth or nothing. Otherwise, I have an opinion on everything from people to places to entertainment to life in general. Basically, you never know what you're going to get. This is a blog for everyone about everything.

Now to those of you who don't know me, or most likely those you do, that may seem uninteresting. But trust me. You take a woman who has been and still is forced to stifle herself on everything in most areas of her life and then let her go . . . ? Well, let's just say this will be one big ka-boom of point of view with a lot of valuables being released.

I hope you all enjoy what I write. In time to come, I will tell you all more about myself. Until then . . .

Love and full moons,

Becky the Writer