Nobody during Ferris Bueller's entire day off was able to put Baby in a corner - except for Charlie Sheen.
When Mr. Tiger Blood Winning is the voice of reason, you need therapy not a nose job.
"I meant, are you in here for drugs?"
"Why are you here?"
"Drugs.."
Go figure, sometimes life imitates art or is it the reverse?
A pair of Sixteen Candle-watching 40-somethings who are still waiting for Jake Ryan to give them back their panties. Add us on twitter @johnhugheslied and Parker Young on Facebook.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
RE: LOST THAT LOVING FEELING
Tom Cruise and Tom Crooze
Sadly, these days, we cant tell the difference.
Kinda sums up the whole decline doesn't it?
Sadly, these days, we cant tell the difference.
Kinda sums up the whole decline doesn't it?
OTHER 80'S GOLDEN GIRLS
Ozzy, The Prince Of Darkness wasn't the only person who was smitten by Golden Girls in the 80's (please see previous blog "Ferris - Ferris Wheel" )
Who can forget Mrs. Fletcher?
How 'bout those wacky old gals standing around at The Home of The Big Bun.
Exploiting the elderly was enjoyable in the 80's.
Ben Stiller's Home Orderly character from Happy Gilmore springs to mind: "You're in my world now, Grandma". He uses the pensioners as slave labour and menacing them with all kinds of violence if they squeal.
Who can forget Mrs. Fletcher?
How 'bout those wacky old gals standing around at The Home of The Big Bun.
Exploiting the elderly was enjoyable in the 80's.
Ben Stiller's Home Orderly character from Happy Gilmore springs to mind: "You're in my world now, Grandma". He uses the pensioners as slave labour and menacing them with all kinds of violence if they squeal.
FERRIS......I MEAN FERRIS WHEEL - OH CLOSE ENOUGH
It has well been established that we ALL love Jake Ryan.
Jake Ryan standing in front of his Porsche waiting for Samantha Baker is a scene we ALL hold close to our hearts.
There is another movie scene that does it for many;
Noah Calhoun - The Notebook - hanging from the Ferris Wheel begging Allie to go out with him.
***HEARTS***
Even The Prince Of Darkness, Ozzy Osbourne, has a special place for this movie in his ugh, ugh, heart?
The Prince of Darkness said that he "watched The Notebook with wife Sharon and daughter Kelly, and that he was so moved that he had to fight to keep his composure. Appearing on his wife's show, The Talk, the Black Sabbath frontman said: "I'm sitting on the bed and I'm thinking, 'I can't let my daughter see me cry', but it gets your heart. "I'm not really the Prince of Darkness. I'm a loving, cuddly guy."
Jake Ryan standing in front of his Porsche waiting for Samantha Baker is a scene we ALL hold close to our hearts.
There is another movie scene that does it for many;
Noah Calhoun - The Notebook - hanging from the Ferris Wheel begging Allie to go out with him.
***HEARTS***
Even The Prince Of Darkness, Ozzy Osbourne, has a special place for this movie in his ugh, ugh, heart?
The Prince of Darkness said that he "watched The Notebook with wife Sharon and daughter Kelly, and that he was so moved that he had to fight to keep his composure. Appearing on his wife's show, The Talk, the Black Sabbath frontman said: "I'm sitting on the bed and I'm thinking, 'I can't let my daughter see me cry', but it gets your heart. "I'm not really the Prince of Darkness. I'm a loving, cuddly guy."
MYSTIC PIZZA
You can't talk about the 80's without mentioning Julia Roberts.
Her first movie was Mystic Pizza.
My oldest sister has always said that I remind her of Julia Roberts...mind you, she cant stand Julia Roberts but I take it as a compliment because I am a fan.
My sister's and I had a get together with some friends the other night at my mystic/esoteric shop.
We were going to celebrate one of our favorite books The Secrets of Pistoulet by making the book's magical and spiritual recipes to be enjoyed with our friends.
Typical to the lives of my sisters and I, life took over and our plans shit the bed.
We had the decor down pat and the ambiance was perfect.
Bunches of sunflowers in vases on top of beautiful table cloths, candles lit in intricate holders and music.......BUT NO FOOD........15 bottles of wine for 9 female guests.
I just realized now, three guests weren't drinking - OMFG
So...........
We ordered pizza from across the street.
The pizza's were delicious and we all enjoyed a magical and fun evening.
I don't know what time the evening ended but the wine bottles are all empty.
Scrambling my thoughts together, it dawned on me last night, that I have eaten pizza three times a day since Friday (I had pizza during the day) with the exception of Thanksgiving turkey yesterday at lunch.
If I were 16 this would be great but I am 40+ and need groceries.
No magic here, this is the recipe for a very fat ass.
EAT PRAY LOVE turned in to EAT and PRAY for the hangover to pass in time for Thanksgiving lunch.
Just for the record, it didn't.
Her first movie was Mystic Pizza.
My oldest sister has always said that I remind her of Julia Roberts...mind you, she cant stand Julia Roberts but I take it as a compliment because I am a fan.
My sister's and I had a get together with some friends the other night at my mystic/esoteric shop.
We were going to celebrate one of our favorite books The Secrets of Pistoulet by making the book's magical and spiritual recipes to be enjoyed with our friends.
Typical to the lives of my sisters and I, life took over and our plans shit the bed.
We had the decor down pat and the ambiance was perfect.
Bunches of sunflowers in vases on top of beautiful table cloths, candles lit in intricate holders and music.......BUT NO FOOD........15 bottles of wine for 9 female guests.
I just realized now, three guests weren't drinking - OMFG
So...........
We ordered pizza from across the street.
The pizza's were delicious and we all enjoyed a magical and fun evening.
I don't know what time the evening ended but the wine bottles are all empty.
Scrambling my thoughts together, it dawned on me last night, that I have eaten pizza three times a day since Friday (I had pizza during the day) with the exception of Thanksgiving turkey yesterday at lunch.
If I were 16 this would be great but I am 40+ and need groceries.
No magic here, this is the recipe for a very fat ass.
EAT PRAY LOVE turned in to EAT and PRAY for the hangover to pass in time for Thanksgiving lunch.
Just for the record, it didn't.
Saturday, 8 October 2011
THE PROM ".....you know this much is true." (S. Ballet)- Guest Blogger Taylor " 'lectric Friday" Rhodes
The Prom....A time of endings and new beginnings. A celebration of graduation and the boundless opportunities waiting in the big world, be it post secondary education or employment. The boys in tuxes and suits, the girls in all sorts of taffeta and tulle. The thrill of buying a corsage if you were lucky enough to have a date. An opportunity to "promenade" in front of the opposite sex in full peacock mode. The promise of the future. Ballroom music playing, performed by a live 20 piece band with violins and all. The gentle breeze and swish created by majestic gowns inspired by princesses and Cinderella. The intoxicating aroma of several subtle perfumes wafting in the air.
A very grand and regal event indeed.
What a load of CRAP. At its heart, it was the ultimate drunkfest.
I was fortunate(??) enough to attend three proms and each and every time the goal was to get as absolutely shitfaced as possible. I mean blind drunk. Hotel bathtubs filled (and I mean FILLED) with all types of booze and beer. Arriving early to prepare the room and get dressed while having some
pre- cocktail hour cocktails. These were of course in addition to the getting packed cocktails and not to mention road pops for the trip to the hotel. (It was a different time back then. I do not condone this behavior, but it happened and everyone took part.)
It was the last chance to attempt to talk to someone that you may have had a crush on, in a well lubricated social setting where if it went bad you could always claim "amnesia". You know, "I was sooooo drunk. I don't remember that at all." Saying this allowed you to save a little face even if it was just in your mind. (Don't get me wrong. There were times that it was not a game. And that sucked sometimes more that having to fake it.) And even if you were successful in your attempts and something did happen (major or minor), the next contact with said individual was often awkward. Most often because of our insecurities, neither party would be sure if the other party was serious, too drunk, or had amnesia. So you let your mind create a fantasy and that was that. And who can forget the unfortunate situation where you made a "mistake" or "didn't know what you were doing" whether it was the wrong person for social reasons, or the person was less than attractive than you thought (the proverbial beer/rye goggles). That is for another entry.
Ironically enough, it was at one of these Galas that my future wife (22 years later.....that's another story) marched right up to me, jumped into my arms and whispered.....no, shouted something very forward into my ear. As I had always been very, very interested in this woman, but had never said two words to her all throughout high school (she was waaaaay out of my league), I was extremely taken aback. Actually terrified would be more accurate. Not one word could I say to the very woman I would watch as she entered and filled a room. I would look forward to going to school, anticipating how good she was going to look and what she would be wearing. But, as I said, that is truly another story.
Our graduating class has the dubious honour of being the last high school to be able to book Proms in Ontario. The hotel was trashed. Televisions, patio furniture and broken bottles in the bottom of an empty swimming pool. I watched as an individual ran down the hall, jumping up and smashing every light fixture along the way. And this barley scratches the surface of the mayhem and destruction that occurred.
Well thank god for across the river. (and here again, that is another story)
And WHAT AN ABSOLUTE RIOT! The following statement will most definitely appear in future entries:
It truly a miracle that as many of us made it to adulthood. And equally as miraculous that as many of us went on to lead productive and happy lives. I can only hope future generations have the same good fortune.
A very grand and regal event indeed.
What a load of CRAP. At its heart, it was the ultimate drunkfest.
I was fortunate(??) enough to attend three proms and each and every time the goal was to get as absolutely shitfaced as possible. I mean blind drunk. Hotel bathtubs filled (and I mean FILLED) with all types of booze and beer. Arriving early to prepare the room and get dressed while having some
pre- cocktail hour cocktails. These were of course in addition to the getting packed cocktails and not to mention road pops for the trip to the hotel. (It was a different time back then. I do not condone this behavior, but it happened and everyone took part.)
It was the last chance to attempt to talk to someone that you may have had a crush on, in a well lubricated social setting where if it went bad you could always claim "amnesia". You know, "I was sooooo drunk. I don't remember that at all." Saying this allowed you to save a little face even if it was just in your mind. (Don't get me wrong. There were times that it was not a game. And that sucked sometimes more that having to fake it.) And even if you were successful in your attempts and something did happen (major or minor), the next contact with said individual was often awkward. Most often because of our insecurities, neither party would be sure if the other party was serious, too drunk, or had amnesia. So you let your mind create a fantasy and that was that. And who can forget the unfortunate situation where you made a "mistake" or "didn't know what you were doing" whether it was the wrong person for social reasons, or the person was less than attractive than you thought (the proverbial beer/rye goggles). That is for another entry.
Ironically enough, it was at one of these Galas that my future wife (22 years later.....that's another story) marched right up to me, jumped into my arms and whispered.....no, shouted something very forward into my ear. As I had always been very, very interested in this woman, but had never said two words to her all throughout high school (she was waaaaay out of my league), I was extremely taken aback. Actually terrified would be more accurate. Not one word could I say to the very woman I would watch as she entered and filled a room. I would look forward to going to school, anticipating how good she was going to look and what she would be wearing. But, as I said, that is truly another story.
Our graduating class has the dubious honour of being the last high school to be able to book Proms in Ontario. The hotel was trashed. Televisions, patio furniture and broken bottles in the bottom of an empty swimming pool. I watched as an individual ran down the hall, jumping up and smashing every light fixture along the way. And this barley scratches the surface of the mayhem and destruction that occurred.
Well thank god for across the river. (and here again, that is another story)
And WHAT AN ABSOLUTE RIOT! The following statement will most definitely appear in future entries:
It truly a miracle that as many of us made it to adulthood. And equally as miraculous that as many of us went on to lead productive and happy lives. I can only hope future generations have the same good fortune.
IS JON CRYER THE POOR MAN'S MATTHEW BRODERICK? COMPARE AND DECIDE
Try A Little Tenderness - Otis Redding And The Duck Man :)
Ferris Bueller's Chicago Street Parade Scene
IMO, when comparing the two scenes, Jon Cryer kicks Matthew Broderick's ass - LARGE.
Take away the hoopla, the extras, all the parade trimmings that support Matthew's performance and it is no more exceptional then the rest of us could do.
Jon Cryer's timing, dance moves and energy is over the top :)
Here at "Lies John Hughes Sold me" we LOVE over the top.
Ferris Bueller's Chicago Street Parade Scene
IMO, when comparing the two scenes, Jon Cryer kicks Matthew Broderick's ass - LARGE.
Take away the hoopla, the extras, all the parade trimmings that support Matthew's performance and it is no more exceptional then the rest of us could do.
Jon Cryer's timing, dance moves and energy is over the top :)
Here at "Lies John Hughes Sold me" we LOVE over the top.
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