January 4th, 2004

Flying Ace

I was right!

When Malcolm in the Middle first debuted I knew I had seen the mom played by Jane Kaczmarek in something else. Closing my eyes and listening to her voice it hit me...she had been in a small LDS video of O.Henry's story, 'The Last Leaf." I was SURE of it. The Last Leaf had always been one of my favorite stories. I liked it when I was little because it involved an artist...and now the older I get the more I love it because it is about talent and sacrifice and love.

The story of two sisters who live in the same apartment complex as an artist who, while very talented, recognizes his limitations...and yet years to one day paint his masterpiece. Set around 1914, during the time of the great influenza epidemic, the younger sister falls ill...and psychologically connects her life to the vine she sees outside her window. She becomes certain that the struggle for life is futile and she will hang on as long as the leaves on the vine do. Eventually there is but one leaf...

So when I first started watching the show I tried to find out more about this actress. I was SURE Malcolm's mom had played the older sister IMDB entry mentioned nothing about the video. Ah well, I said to myself. Maybe it was someone who reminded me of her. After a while...it HAD been a very, very long time since I had seen the short.

However...last night I was watching a bunch of episodes...and I thought again how I thought she had been the older sister in The Last Leaf.
Well, yay for the Internet and LDS merchandising! I couldn't find it 4 years ago when the show debuted...but now I do. It IS her. YAAAYYY!!!

I love moments like that.

It was like insisting to everybody that the original Buck Rodgers theme song had words! I had even remembered a few of the lyrics...which I remembered from seeing the movie ONCE in theaters when I was SIX. Everyone said I was crazy...and then a few years ago fallenpegasus stumbled across the original theme song.
I was right...and I actually remembered the right words.
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Flying Ace

Giants

Went shopping with my sister wyckhurst yesterday which actually turned out to be a lot of fun...not the weary resignation of errands that I thought it was going to be. Yay for the internet where she got to research things a little bit before we braved the stores. Wound up with two pair of pants, two shirts, a jacket and a pair of shoes. Yay!

Now I confess, usually when I "dress nice," I feel like I'm more in costume than an actual reflection of me...but that mentality isn't always so bad. It's like being in a play. If you fake it, everyone else around you will buy it. Eventually, you buy it yourself.

Something funny though with the nephew. I wore my redwing work boots when I went to my sisters house. The nephew and niece know that if I wear those shoes we can play "Giants." They like to stand on my shoes, I hold their hands and we slowly walk around. I think it is "Giant" to them because they are standing a little taller, we are slow and clumsy and hey, that's what I called it when we first played.

Rrarrr!!!

Usually when standing on my shoes S likes me to sing from Jack's song from Into the Woods.
We step with each word:
There...are...big...tall...terrible...awesome...scary...wonderful...giants...in the...skyyyyyy!!!!

Yesterday however he said he wanted to say what Giants say. I was confused for a second. What giants say? What DO Giants say?

Ah! Illumination!

The Giant's Poem

"FEE...FIE...FOE...FUM..."
(I think for a minute. It has been a while since I have told this story. Yes...)
"I smell the blood of a ..."
( I pause... let's make this personal...
I say my nephew's name and tack on,)
"SON..."
at the end to work the rhyme.

We step with each word.
"I...will...GRIND...his...BONES...
To...make...my...BREAD..."

(I can't remember the next line. Ad lib..)
"I'll be ...(uhhh...) FAT... and he'll be..."
(I stop, afraid of where I have taken the poem. He is a very sensitive little boy and I do not want to scare him. I rack my brain trying to come up with a rhyme when S says in a hilarious "trying to be deep and dark voice" which is a scream coming from a 7 year old.

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Went shopping with my sister <lj user="wyckhurst"> yesterday which actually turned out to be a lot of fun...not the weary resignation of errands that I thought it was going to be. Yay for the internet where she got to research things a little bit before we braved the stores. Wound up with two pair of pants, two shirts, a jacket and a pair of shoes. Yay!

Now I confess, usually when I "dress nice," I feel like I'm more in costume than an actual reflection of me...but that mentality isn't always so bad. It's like being in a play. If you fake it, everyone else around you will buy it. Eventually, you buy it yourself.

Something funny though with the nephew. I wore my redwing work boots when I went to my sisters house. The nephew and niece know that if I wear those shoes we can play "Giants." They like to stand on my shoes, I hold their hands and we slowly walk around. I think it is "Giant" to them because they are standing a little taller, we are slow and clumsy and hey, that's what I called it when we first played.

<img src="http://www.tg-studios.com/ljpix/giant.jpg" alt="Rrarrr!!!">

Usually when standing on my shoes S likes me to sing from Jack's song from Into the Woods.
We step with each word:
<b>There...are...big...tall...terrible...awesome...scary...wonderful...giants...in the...skyyyyyy!!!!</b>

Yesterday however he said he wanted to say what Giants say. I was confused for a second. What giants say? What DO Giants say?

Ah! Illumination!
<center>
<b><u>The Giant's Poem</u></b>

<b>"FEE...FIE...FOE...FUM..."</b>
(I think for a minute. It has been a while since I have told this story. Yes...)
<b>"I smell the blood of a ..."</b>
( I pause... let's make this personal...
I say my nephew's name and tack on,)
<b> "SON..." </b>
at the end to work the rhyme.

We step with each word.
<b>"I...will...GRIND...his...BONES...
To...make...my...BREAD..." </b>
(I can't remember the next line. Ad lib..)
<b>"I'll be ...</b>(uhhh...)<b> FAT... and he'll be..." </b>
(I stop, afraid of where I have taken the poem. He is a very sensitive little boy and I do not want to scare him. I rack my brain trying to come up with a rhyme when S says in a hilarious "trying to be deep and dark voice" which is a scream coming from a 7 year old.

<font=+1><b>"GONNNEEEEEE!!!!"</b></font>
</center>
My brother in law heard me and laughed just as hard as I did. He loved it. We did it a few more times...and <b>"Gone"</b> got replaced with <b>"Digested!" </b>

S doesn't seem to understand the line is supposed to rhyme....and I am fine with that.
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