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Give Me Five Monday

Five favorite (or unfavorite) things to shop for:

Since today would be a good day for retail therapy, here we go with my faves:

1) Purses. Don't need them, yet always want more.

2) Books. My TBR pile is almost waist high, and yet, I'm drawn to the bookstore almost against my will.

3) Bath stuff. Body washes and bubble baths ... Ah ...

4) That perfect gift. Is anything more exciting than finding just the right thing for someone who is hard to buy for?

5) Office supplies. I don't know why, but I love immersing myself in folders and felt tip pens and binder clips.

Monday Movie Meme -- True Romance

In honor of The Bumbles' anniversary: If you could live any movie's love story, which one would it be? I have two, chosen for the same reason: When Harry Met Sally and Two Weeks Notice. Wouldn't it be great to already know someone really well before you fell in love, and into bed? To be aware of the personality quirks that usually surprise you about a lover before he became a lover? To have the only surprise be how good he is in bed? Sigh ... Will someone please throw a bucket of cold water on me?

Outreach to my Red Sox brethren

I watched the end of today's game while doing my cardio at the health club because I miss baseball. I didn't expect to see the Angels come from behind and sweep in Fenway. I know there is no joy in Red Sox Nation right now, and this Cub fan feels your pain. (Boy, do I ever!)

You will thank me.

Take my advice and go see The Informant. It's a terrific little movie. Loved the performances (especially Matt Damon's deadpan geek). Loved the story. Loved the music and the graphics. It was a most pleasurable way to spend an afternoon. Go, go, go see it!

By the way, this little gem was produced by George Clooney and directed by Steven Soderberg. That Ocean's 11 crew is truly becoming The Rat Pack for The New Millennium.

Important to remember

I'm watching Marley & Me again, and I'm crying again because I know. Reynaldo was particularly naughty all day today, scattering papers, chewing holes in my umbrella and knocking down photographs. Joey has been successfully emptying the contents of his stomach up and down the hall. Charlotte has a sore on the inside of her hind leg, undoubtedly the result of one of the boys playing a bit too rough with her and reaching for her as she scurried away. It doesn't seem to bother her too much, but it bothers me. It could open up again and get infected next time I leave them alone and they play with her.

Yes, these three cats are a lot of work and they so frustrating at times. And yet, I love them so. I know they will slow down as their time slips away. And I will have to deal with losing them. It will break my heart. For as the movie ends, Owen Wilson reads lines that are just as true of cats as they are of dogs: "They have no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. They don't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give them your heart and they'll give you theirs."

So on days like today, when I bemoan their maintenance, moods and mischief, it's important to remember that they won't be in my life anywhere near as long as I need them to be or want them to be, and someday I'll wish I had them for a few more days, a few more hours of meowing and hairballs and catfights.

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing: The Magical Mystery Tour Meme

1. Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet? Not at the moment. Which is refreshing.

2. How do you flush the toilet in public? With my hand. Unless I'm visiting my client. In that office, the handle is a foot pedal.

3. Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Always. Except in cabs. I always forget when I'm in a cab.

4. Do you have a crush on someone? Yes.

5. Name one thing you worry about running out of. Coca Cola. That's why it's perennially on my shopping list.

6. What famous person do you (or other people) think you resemble? I used to hear that I looked like Cruise Director Julie McCoy. But since the Love Boat has been off the air, I get that way less often.

7. What is your favourite pizza topping? It changes. I've gone through sausage and pepperoni phases, but now I'm back to plain cheese. (It is just me, or did that sound rather vulgar?)

8. Do you crack your knuckles? No.

9. What song do you hate the most? Can't Smile Without You.

10. Did just mentioning that song make it get stuck in your head? "I feel sad when you're sad, feel glad when you're glad ..." Barf bag, please.

11. What are your super powers? I am never at a loss for words.

12. Peppermint or spearmint? Peppermint.

13. Where are your car keys? My key ring is in a basket near the front door. If I had a car, its key would be there.

14. Last song you listened to? "F-me Pumps" by Amy Winehouse.

15. What's your most annoying habit? Amazingly, it's the same as my super power.

16. Where did you last go on vacation? Chateau Elan

17. What is your best physical feature? My nose

18. What CD is closest to you right now? Love Is the Answer by Barbra Streisand

19. What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator? Orange juice, Coke and cat food

20. What superstition do you believe/practice? I have probably tossed $200 in pennies in fountains while making wishes.

21. What colour are your bed sheets? White with intersecting blue and red lines.

22. Would you rather be a fish or a bird? Fish. I like water.

23. Last thing you broke? A bowl.

24. What are you having to eat tonight? Meat loaf

25. What colour shirt are you wearing? Gray

26. If you could be doing anything else today, what would you rather be doing? Talking to my best friend.

27. Do security cameras make you nervous? No, I find them comforting. I often wave at them.

28. If you wrote a book about your life, what would the title be? The Thing of It Is

29. Last time you went to a cemetery? Key West Cemetery. It sounds odd to say, but it's a very entertaining place.

30. Last concert you went to? Brooooooce, last spring

31. Favourite musician(s)/bands you've seen in concert? Sir Paul.

32. Next concert you're planning to attend? I have no plans

33. Do you talk to yourself? Yes

34. Have you ever adopted or purchased a pet? My life has been filled with shelter rescue fur babies

35. Have you ever been present when an animal is being born? My guppies.

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Lie to Me

1. Can you tell when someone is lying to you? Sometimes. Not always. It's not like I have a sixth sense or anything.

2. Tell us about one of your flaws. Do you live with it or try to correct it? I'm a slob and a packrat. I wrestle with it periodically.

3. When was the last time you laughed hard and what struck you as funny? My friend, John, and I were comparing notes on recent doings on The Nancy Grace Show. As always, it was in very bad taste and I'm embarrassed to repeat it here. (But it was funny.)

4. Tell us about a time when you should have tried harder. A few times last month (too many times last month) I felt too droopy to workout. Even though I know in my heart that if I had exerted myself and got the blood pumping and the endorphins going, I wouldn't have felt as droopy.

5. If you won the lottery, what would you buy first? Does paying off my credit cards count as buying something? If not, then I'll say buying my mom a series of gift cards that she can use at the grocery store. She hates having to economize at the grocery store.

6. What movie do you know every word to? "You'll never find anyone as good for you as I am, to believe in you as much as I do or love you as much!" That's K-k-k-katie from The Way We Were.

7. What was the best thing that happened to you this week? The bowling party with kids from the community center.

8. What was the worst thing that happened to you this week? Oh, I dunno … A sense of loss that accompanies the end of the baseball season. It may sound corny, but I'm going to miss the Cubs.

9. What do you think is the biggest difference between men and women? This isn't an original observation, I was introduced to it by my shrink: Men talk less. Sometimes it seems that they are allotted a certain number of words in a day and that's it.

The President's Nobel Peace Prize

What a lovely surprise! What graceful recognition of Obama's worldview and agenda of change.

His acceptance speech was humble and articulate. I am very proud of my President.

I am thrilled that it was awarded to him today, October 9, the anniversary of John Lennon's birthday. "All we are saying is give peace a chance."

Said it before, and I'll say it again

Today would be John Lennon's birthday. I'm repeating my post from the anniversary of his death last December because it's still good:

This is the anniversary of John Lennon's murder. That tragic event still makes me angry. Not sad, pissed. Just think of the wisdom, the music, the wit we were all deprived of! Because of a crazy fan with a gun.

I am honoring John with the lyrics to my favorite of his solo songs … and a prayer of thanks that at least we will always have his music.

Didn't want to, but glad I did

I was sorely tempted to blow off the health club today. It's one of those gray, rainy Fridays that doesn't automatically inspire one to get out there and move, you know? But I forced myself. 25 minutes of cardio, 24 sit ups, and quality time with these machines. Instead of a burger, I'm eating tuna salad on wheat, and feel very virtuous!

Tired but happy

This evening our agency hosted a bowling party for kids from a community center from one of the more beleagured parts of the city. Boys and girls between 6 to 16 go to the center every day after school and participate in reading, music and art projects. In exchange the kids must promise to follow the center's rules to a tee.

They met us at the bowling alley, and each and every one of them hugged and thanked us as soon as they arrived. Then we were paired woman/girl or man/boy. My bowling buddy was an 11 year old named Brianna. When we weren't bowling or eating pizza, she was telling me about her younger brother and older sister, and I told her about my cats. Turns out, though, that the real stellar attraction of the evening was my purse. Specifically my make up bag (she loved my lotion) and my phone (a photo of my cat Charlotte is the wallpaper).

It was tiring, because these kids were pretty lively, but also very satisfying. Tonight's special event was their reward for good school attendance and avoiding gangs. All the hugs were my reward, and I feel I got the better end of the deal.

Well, I think it's funny

Because I have no sympathy whatsoever for Roman Polanski, I thoroughly enjoyed this spoof of the director being interrogated by Chris Hansen of MSNBC's To Catch a Predator. (If only he'd offered Roman a little iced tea, it would have been perfect.)

GAL'S DISCLAIMER: Now you know before you click on the link that it's going to be in bad taste, so don't blame me if you're offended.

The song remains the same

Unfortunately. Because it's such a sad song.

In Chicago, kids are killing kids. For the last two years, since the murder of Blair Holt on a city bus as he was pushing a classmate out of the line of fire, the papers have been covering the horror of kids and violence in greater detail. It's enough to break your heart.

Education Secretary Arne Duncan came home yesterday. He was in charge of the Chicago Public Schools until President Obama tapped him for the Cabinet. Duncan met with Eric Holder and Mayor Daley to discuss the problem ... and join together to search for the solution.

I wonder how much of the violence is tied to gangs and dogfighting. According to the Anti Cruelty Society, 1 in 6 Chicago school children has attended a dog fight. Violence toward and victimization of animals for entertainment. What message does this send about compassion, about decency?

I don't think that eradicating dog fighting is THE answer to the epidemic of violence, but I do believe that concentrating on younger children now and making sure they aren't exposed to this cruelty will help. After all, there's a connection between pets and kids. They both require and deserve our protection -- and it's obvious we're falling short.

I tried it. Didn't like it.

I have given the new Jay Leno Show a half hour and you know what? It's not that funny. Sorry, Jay.

Sounds good, but I'm not sure I agree

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The 09 Season Is Over, & I Never Got to See Him Play

"He" of course is my beloved future Hall of Famer, #31, Greg Maddux. I saw his number retired twice, first at Wrigley Field (where it flies beneath the number of my Grandma's all-time favorite Cub) and then at Turner Field in Atlanta. (He's one of only 8 players in history to have his number retired by 2 teams.) But on this bright autumn afternoon, I feel it keenly that I never got to see him "paint the corners" this season.

Wherever you are, Professor, this Gal misses you.

"I Want" Wednesday

What do you want to do dress up as and do for Halloween?

I'm not dressing up for Halloween, though I suppose I could just get into costume and wander around the house. I'm feeling very sitcom-y so ...

I want to dress up as Lucy Riccardo.

As someone once said, "I love Lucy."

To play "I Want" Wednesday, click here.

That was one long day

Up at 4:30. On an Amtrak train by 7:00. Client meetings at 10:00 and 1:00. Back home at 6:30. Asleep on the sofa by 8:00. Awake again at 12:30. My living room looks like an episode of A&E's Hoarders.

The highlight of the day was the train ride. It's cheaper for my client than driving would be (we're reimbursed for gas by the mile). Even if I was still comfortable enough behind the wheel to take a company car, there's no reason for 4 of us to go down, each in our own car. Besides, I like my alone time.

Monday Movie Meme: Daddio

Share movies featuring Dads and then link back here at The Bumbles. And don't forget to visit your fellow participants!

The Bumbles already mentioned my favorite screen dad, Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird. What a genuine hero Atticus is! There are still a couple that I really loved:


Juno (2007). "Mac" MacGuff is Juno's loving, accepting father. Remember that scene at the kitchen table? He advises his daughter to find someone who loves her for who she is, no matter what. "The right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass." He tells her she that no matter what happens with her romantic life, she'll always have him ("your old D-A-D") to love and support her. How great a dad is that?

Shenandoah (1965). James Stewart is Charlie Anderson, a cantankerous widower with a passel of kids who is trying very hard to stay out of the Civil War. He's not pro-slavery, just the opposite, but he's a pacifist who sees no good coming from his involvement in a war that he fears could harm his sons. My favorite scene is toward the end, when he explains the toll the war has taken to his late wife Martha. Standing at her grave, he tells Martha who from their family will be joining her soon. You realize how much he misses her, how heavy this load has been for him, and how important keeping the children safe has been. Tissues, please!

A lovely afternoon

Spent the afternoon with my nephew, celebrating his 10th birthday. He was most pleased by the WII game I gave him, along with a Harry Potter scarf and a stuffed turtle to add to his collection of plush friends. We had baseball decorated cupcakes and watched the final Cub game of the season together. He's a happy little guy and we had a very nice time.

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing: The Starrlight Meme

1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Vitamins

2. Where was your profile picture taken? Hollywood & Vine, of course!

3. Can you play Guitar Hero? I'm sure I can, but I have never tried.

4. Name someone who made you laugh today. What was it about? Well, it's not even 8:00 AM yet. But a radio commentator encouraged the Cubs to spend the off-season trying to unload Milton Bradley. She was asked what she thought we could get. "Take anything. A bag of balls. Anything!"

5. How late did you stay up last night and why? Only 10:30. I wasn't feeling that great yesterday.

6. If you could move somewhere else where would you and why? I wouldn't leave this area. How could I desert Chicago after the Olympic snub? If I had unlimited cash, I'd like to live in a luxury high rise with a doorman. "Let me get the door for you, Ms. Gal." "Thank you, Rodney!"

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? Not that I recall. So if I was, it wasn't a great kiss.

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? Kathleen lives just a few blocks away.

9. Do you believe ex's can be friends? With benefits? It's funny, but two of my exes maintained that we should stay friends, but then their new womenfolk put the kabosh on it.

10. Do you like Dr. Pepper? Yes.

11. When was the last time you cried really hard? Really hard as opposed to just sniveling? Watching a rerun of the original Incredible Journey. When Bodger comes over the hill and is reunited with his boy.

12. Who took your profile picture? One of my many fans. They also maintain my star and keep it free of heel scuffs and gum.

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of? My nephew, Nick.

14. Was yesterday better than today? Why? No. Today will be better. It's sunny and, since it's not eve 8:00 AM yet, it's still full of opportunity.

15. Can you live a day without TV? No. Nor would I want to.

16. Are you upset about anything now? Just that I completely wasted yesterday.

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? Of course! We always learn lessons. Painful lessons, perhaps, but necessary.

18. Are you a bad influence? In ways. I have an unconventional life view.

19. Night out or night in? I like my own company, so I'd rather have a night in alone than a night out with people I don't really care for.

20. What items could you not go without during the day? TV, Internet, iPod, books, moisturizer.

21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? I don't recall.

22. What does the last text message in your inbox say? The headline is "Theater Dates." It's from my friend, Barb, letting me know what we're going to see and when.

23. How do you feel about your life right now? I'm pretty happy.

24. Do you hate anyone? Not really.

25. If we were to look in your Facebook inbox, what would we find? I don't know. I don't check it very often.

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? Yes.

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before? NO! Nor should they!

28. What song is stuck in your head? "Where Do You Start" from Babs' new CD.

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2 a.m., whom do you want it to be? My best friend.

30. Do you (or did you) want to have grandkids before you’re 50? Never really thought about it. Children, yes. Grandchildren? Never crossed my mind.

31. Tell us your Saturday night. I thought I answered this. See #5.

32. Do you think too much or too little? Too much. I overthink everything.

33. Do you smile a lot? Yes. I'm generally a happy old gal.

Lazy day

Why am I soooo damn tired? Fatigue? Post-Olympic depression? All week I have felt tired, and today, when I had no obligations, it was blaringly obvious that I'd rather not move at all. Did a little shopping for my nephew's birthday (I picked up an official Harry Potter Gryffinder scarf) but just that trip to a local toy store and the convenience store left me wanting a nap. I promised myself I'd just lay down for a moment and woke up 3 hours later!

My home looks like A&E is about to shoot an episode of Hoarders here. I had so many things I wanted to get done this afternoon. But no, I slept it away.

It was a good time, but now it's over

There's an old song -- introduced by Liza Minnelli, I believe -- that I want the city workers to sing as they remove all the "Back the Bid" signage this weekend.

"Since you're gone and won't be mine again
There are many stars that will not shine again
Except some time deep in my reverie
You return and then I remember when
It was a good time, it was the best time
It was a party, just to be near you ..."

I mean it, Gang. I want those banners down before we all come back downtown Monday morning. Otherwise we're gonna experience a massive, ugly citywide hangover. I recommend that from today going forward, "the Bid" be treated like the 1968 Democratic Convention: "It never happened."

An important message

Breast cancer facts, as originally posted by Kwizgiver

Facts
* Every two minutes a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer.
* One woman in eight who lives to age 85 will develop breast cancer during her lifetime.
* Breast cancer is the leading cause of death in women between the ages of 40 and 55.
* Seventy percent of all breast cancers are found through breast self-exams. Not all lumps are detectable by touch. We recommend regular mammograms and monthly breast self-exams.
* Eight out of ten breast lumps are not cancerous. If you find a lump, don't panic-call your doctor for an appointment.
* Mammography is a low-dose X-ray examination that can detect breast cancer up to two years before it is large enough to be felt.
* When breast cancer is found early, the five-year survival rate is 96%. This is good news! Over 2 million breast cancer survivors are alive in America today.

Let's spread the word. Please, go forth and share these facts with another woman this month!

"That's so gay"

I asked a thirtysomething coworker to please not use that phrase when she was being derogatory. She got all defensive and said that she has "plenty of gay friends" and "it doesn't mean that." Meaning it she's not implying that something bad is something "homosexual." I said that "gay" either means "homosexual" or "happy" and her comment meant neither. She told me that "times change," meaning I'm an out of it, oversensitive old fart, but she'll try not to use it in front of me again.

Am I just an out of it, oversensitive old fart?

I feel terrible for him

Mayor Richard M. Daley is aces with me. Chicago is most emphatically not a perfect place to live, but I'd rather be here than anywhere else. He keeps it cleaner and safer than other cities of comparable size. We have reliable public transportation and a thriving arts community and museums and parks and baseball and shopping and diversity. Because he makes sure of it. He loves this city. Yes, he may unscrupulous at times and of course he plays hardball. But while he may have helped friends get wealthy, he hasn't enriched himself or his immediate family while in office. This city is the family business and he protects and nurtures it.

That's why today I feel awful for him.

He really put himself out there. Our #1 cheerleader, he insisted we all "back the bid." He called in important favors from Washington DC. Seeing Chicago eliminated first has to feel personal and I hate how crappy he must feel right now.

I believe her

I believe Mackenzie Phillips was sexually abused by her famous father. It explains her particularly sticky problems with overcoming addiction. The shame and pain she was anesthetizing must have been powerful.

That's why it bothers me that so many around her are blaming her for what happened. She's making it up ... or she's responsible for seducing him by being too "clingy" ... c'mon, if it went on for 10 years she must have enjoyed it ... how dare she sully his name when he's not here to defend himself.

This attitude, while typical (at least according to this column), is very disturbing. Why do we blame the victim? As I asked in an earlier post about Roman Polanski: how much damage are you entitled to do to others because you are talented?

The girl who "went after" Kobe Bryant was a gold digger and a whore. The kids who accused Michael Jackson were teeny-tiny scam artists. The child who was raped by Polanski is now a woman who wants to keep the past in the past, so why must poor Roman punished? Nicole Brown dressed provocatively and flaunted her sex life in her ex-husband's face, so what did she expect? Bryant, Jackson, Polanski and Simpson were all more famous, more talented and more powerful than those they victimized, and it seems the public just doesn't want to see heroes brought down.

I wonder what the impact of having the victims minimized or publicly pilloried is: Are other girls who are raped, wives who are the subjects of domestic abuse, children who are molested, less likely to step forward? That would be a tragedy. For, to paraphrase Ms. Shelton:

"The snowball affect of abuse and silence is massive. The silence is deafening."

I agree the last point is true

You Are a Poached Egg

You are a competent and successful person. You are obsessed with making sure your life is well organized and scheduled. You have an incredible sense of focus and determination. You don't let yourself make many mistakes. You are a high achiever. You like to challenge yourself, and you get great satisfaction from being the best at something. While you have high standards, you aren't really all that competitive. You only compete with yourself.

What Kind of Eggs Are You?

Glad I got to tell her

My former boss and current theater buddy Barb and I went out to a "cultural event" last night. The performance itself was pretty pretentious ... a poetry reading accompanied by a string quartet. She and I disagreed on why it was bad (I think the thespian/esteemed man of letters who did the reading was 100% ham hock, she just thought the poem blew), but agreed that the other patrons in attendance and the dinner served after were terrific (wherever I go with Barb, I know there will be good hootch!) and we agreed to attend similar events they sponsor through the end of the year.

For me, though, the best part of the evening was being able to tell Barb what a positive impact she has had on so many women's careers. She'd had a long, difficult day at work and said, "Sometimes I think my whole staff hates me." I was tempted to be a smart ass and say, "Surely not your WHOLE staff!" Instead I told her the truth ... that while working with Maggie over the summer, she credited Barb for her ability to think like a marketer, that my friend Kathleen remembers Barb's critiques of her work (good and bad) as she strives to improve, and that what professionalism I have gained over the past 12 years of so of our acquaintance I owe in large part to her.

She brushed off the praise, repeating, "Sometimes I think my whole staff hates me." But I know she heard me and I believe it made her feel better. Besides, it's true, and I should remember to praise the people in my life more often.

Atta girl

I'm listening to Babs' new album, Love Is the Answer. It's the first new music of hers that I've bought in years,* and I am enjoying it thoroughly. It's very mellow, very elegant and she is in very good voice. I'm tempted to say she sounds even better at 65+ than the decades-younger Whitney, but then, Babs didn't have to survive Bobby Brown. Besides, unlike Whitney Houston, Babs doesn't have to "come back" because she's never been away.

I've had to participate in two meetings today, and it's worn me out. (Rather uncharacteristic; I hope I'm not coming down with something ...) So a cup of tea and Babs singing a Marilyn/Alan Bergman song is just what's needed to soothe me. It's even making me wish I was in love.

Is that a Donna Karan Snuggie she's wearing on the cover?

*Since 2001, to be exact. I confirmed this at The Official Barbra Streisand Site.

But he's real, and so is what he did

If Roman Polanski were the invention of an imaginative fiction author with a gift for dialog (I'm thinking William Goldman), I might find him highly sympathetic.

Born in Paris and raised as a Catholic by his Catholic dad and Jewish mom, his family moved to Poland when Roman was still very young and the Polanskis found themselves a target when the Nazis invaded. His mother died in Auschwitz. That's enough pain for a lifetime, isn't it?

Roman proved himself a lyrical visual artist in Poland and France and came over to the USA in the 1960s. Forty years ago he became a household name for directing the movie Rosemary's Baby, and for his marriage to rising star Sharon Tate. She was slaughtered by the Manson Family, along with their nearly full-term but unborn son, Paul. The interest in that crime, and the fascination with Manson himself, has barely abated in the last 40 years. I can't even imagine how painful this is for him.

He went on to make acclaimed and classic films, including Chinatown and Tess. He also went on to give a 13-year-old girl ludes and champagne and then rape her anally. If you have the stomach to read about it, click here. He pled guilty, but escaped to Europe before he could be sentenced. He's been a fugitive for decades, living a glamorous and privileged life in overseas.

He is an old man now, and an acclaimed artist. He was arrested in Switzerland and is awaiting extradition back to the United States to face the music. As fate would cruelly have it, Susan Atkins, the woman who helped butcher Sharon Tate, died this week.

It's a compelling story and a sad one.

But it's not just a story. It all really happened. Including luring a child into a hot tub by pretending to photograph her for a fashion layout and then performing sex acts on her that she couldn't even pronounce.

Pedophilia is serial behavior. Children cannot consent to sex and we must hear their tales and obtain justice on their behalf. Roman Polanski must stand in front of a judge. It's only right. So the pleas that he be forgiven fall on my deaf ears.

Talent, even genius, can only be forgiven for so much. Abusing a child isn't covered.

Inspired silliness

Over 90 minutes and 8 emails, my best friend and I were cracking each other up with goofy, adolescent comments about men's underwear designed for lefties. Sometimes, when the whole world seems so serious, you just gotta be silly.

Well, that's over

Chicago is a great place to live. But in addition to the parks and museums and restaurants and theaters, we also have a very dark criminal past that goes well beyond Al Capone and the memorable way he chose to celebrate Valentine's Day. Leopold and Loeb, Richard Speck, John Gacy and Tylenol Killer all spring to mind.

It occurs to me that we remember the killers but not their victims. So today, as the news breaks about a conviction in the second Brown's Chicken murder trial, I choose to show a photo of the victims' families as the exited the court house.

Back in 1993, two men (kids, really) walked into a Brown's Chicken restaurant and, at closing time, herded seven workers into a walk-in refrigerator and alternately shot and stabbed them. The crime went unsolved for almost a decade. Then, in 2002, one of the killers' girlfriends had to share her horrible secret about her fella. When the case was reopened, it was discovered that one of the forward-thinking 1993 crime-scene techs saved a piece of half-eaten chicken. Technology had evolved to the point that DNA on that years-old wing could be compared to and matched with the boyfriend's. And finally, one of the creepier unsolved crimes was on its way to being solved.

It was an ugly, cowardly crime. No motive, these two turds just wanted to see if they could get away with a mass murder. I am glad they are finally behind bars and no longer wandering among decent people. I am glad these family members got to see justice done.

The Queen's Meme -- The Crazy Hospital Meme

1. What is the strangest thing that has ever happened to you in a hospital (besides your illness)? Not enough towels? No condiments? Can't get your favorite channels? Come on, you can tell me. **Or....maybe this answer doesn't involve you being the patient.** Six years ago this past June, I had a uterine fibroid embolization. Because the procedure was performed by a radiologist, the hospital did not assign me to an obstetric floor. Instead, for some reason, I was with orthopedic patients. A nurse came in and asked me what I had done and why. She'd never seen a UFE before. It did not fill me with great confidence.

2. If you had your choice of IV cocktails, what would you choose? Vicodin. I like Vicodin. May I have some, please?

3. Tell us your funniest hospital story. Before I went to the hospital to meet my new nephew (almost 10 years ago!), his older sister (then almost 7) promised to handle the introduction and tell me "everything" I needed to know about the hospital. When I got to the room, I didn't even get to hold him before she grabbed my hand and said, "Let me show you the cafeteria. They have Doritos."

4. Do you have any hospital phobias? Nope.

5. Imagine you are in bed trying to get some sleep after a long night of interruptions by the nurse on duty who would NOT stop waking you up to see if you were asleep...It is 3am. You finally get to sleep. She comes in at 3:15 and wakes you up again. What happens next? I can't even fathom this. I had the opposite problem. When I was in the hospital (see #1) I had breakthrough pain so severe it woke me up. I pressed the button to increase the dosage from the dip but it did no good. I buzzed for the nurse, and it did no good. I actually got out of bed and dragged the IV and stood in the doorway and hollered up the hall. This got their attention, and it got me scolded. Like I gave a flying fuck. Excuse me, I HURT!

6. You are stuck in the elevator with an attractive person of the opposite sex. You notice there is no wedding band. Do you strike up a conversation? If so, what is the first thing you would say? Are we at Seattle Grace, the hospital on Grey's Anatomy? If so, then we just start making out. I suspect that's why the elevators on that show are so big.

7. A very odd patient wanders into your room from the upstairs psychiatric ward. What do you do? First, let's establish what kind of odd. Dangerous, waving his privates and claiming Obama wasn't born here crazy? Or just lifelong White Sox fan crazy? If I ascertain that he's not dangerous, then we'll chat and I'll see what he wants. After all, my own train of thought has left the tracks a time or two.

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