Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreign


 

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How to sound arrogant without even trying


A typical speed limit sign in the United State...

Friday morning, a police cruiser cruises passes me at a speed considerably above the speed limit. No his lights are not flashing, and his siren is silent. I seethe because he sets a terrible example for young drivers and apparently for the adult drivers who speed right along with him. ( Yes, I recognize the police cruiser may be piloted by a female officer. )

This same morning, a car of some sort rides my bumper with lights set to bright, so bright I can not see to get out of the car’s way. Yes, I am in the fast lane but I am going 5 miles over the speed limit. Obviously, not fast enough. I seethe.

This afternoon, a car slips by me as I come to a full stop at the yellow light turning to red – at the risk of throwing my 2 Bichon Frise dogs to the front seat floor – no big deal except that a car behind me in the other lane speeds through the almost red light. Again no big deal except a large pick-up truck cruising behind that car deliberately runs the now fully red light without hesitation or guilt, no less. I seethe again.

Hard not to feel “holier-than-thou” in these minor, yet not so minor car situations. Obey the law, people. Or, at least pretend a little better!

ANNIE DREAMING – My New Novel


I’m excited to announce the soon-to-be-published ANNIE DREAMING, my novel in parallel to METAL MAN WALKING. I hope – yes, hope! – to have it proofed ( again! ) and ready for publication by Friday, September 14th, 2012.

ANNIE DREAMING used to be titled ANNIE’S DREAM. But, this working title never caught my imagination as ANNIE DREAMING has and does.

ANNIE DREAMING follows Annie, Rick, Jim, Judith and the extended Logan family as each deals with the loss of Charlie. ANNIE DREAMING also follows Charlie’s early life in a way which METAL MAN WALKING only hints.

 

Reality Is Enough ( by Carley Evans )


Obesity Campaign Poster

Obesity Campaign Poster (Photo credit: Pressbound)

Watching one of my fav sit-com reruns this morning as I try to overcome a lousy headache. Intermittently, as we all know, come commercials. I was just burdened with one advertising DANCE MOMS showing a morbidly obese woman dressed all in black, cocking her head back and forth in slow motion while screaming at her tiny, skinny daughter dressed in tights and sequins.  Of course, there are other shows – that granted I’ve never watched – with similar advertisements: THE VOICE, AMERICA’S GOT TALENT, DANCING WITH THE STARS, REAL HOUSEWIVES (of numerous cities), THE FEAR FACTOR, BRIDEZILLAS, QUEER EYE FOR THE STRAIGHT GUY, SWAPPING WIVES (or is it houses?), NEW JERSEY something or other. See, I can’t even get the titles correct.

Some shows that are reality based I have watched. I’ve seen TOP CHEF, KITCHEN NIGHTMARES, PROJECT RUNWAY, and DIRTY JOBS. Some of these I find educational as well as entertaining. For example, I’ve learned a lot about the working world from DIRTY JOBS and I’ve learned why I don’t cook from TOP CHEF and why I don’t ever want to own a restaurant from KITCHEN NIGHTMARES. I’ve learned that the world of designing clothes is cut-throat from PROJECT RUNWAY.

But, I don’t ever want to watch Kim Kar – I can’t spell her name and refuse to ‘google’ it. I don’t care to watch mothers abuse their children or women bitch about each other or brides bust their friends or people engage in dangerous stunts for the sake of thrills or fear or whatever! I also don’t care to see people belittled or praised beyond compare on television talent shows.

At any rate, television bewilders me. I’m sitting here watching FRASIER as Frasier and Niles attempt to write a book on sibling relationships. I enjoy this type of program only because I like the characters and the smart scripts. The other television show I watch is M*A*S*H for the same reasons – I like Hawkeye, Colonel Potter, Radar, Klinger, Charles, BJ and Margaret. If I didn’t like these characters, I’d turn the box off.

Tell me, why does America like mean people who are real?