Friday, August 26, 2016

Song of the day

Who do you think Jim Carrey imitated, anyways?

Jerry Lewis on Dean Martin: ‘I think of him every day’
“The connection between pathos and broad comedy is very tight,” [Jerry Lewis] says of his dramatic turn in “Max Rose.” “But you do far more work in a comedy scene than you do in a straight scene. It’s much harder.”

Lewis was born in 1926 in Newark, NJ, to showbiz parents. He honed his craft as a comedian working the “Jewish Alps” resorts in the Catskills. “I learned from my dad that when you walk in front of an audience, they are the kings and queens, and you’re but the jester,” he says. “And if you don’t think that way, you’re going to get very, very conceited.”
I used to love Jerry Lewis movies when I was a kid. The goofball over-the-top comedy was right up my alley. I seriously enjoyed slapstick, as most kids do, I think - this was just the more refined sort that only old movies really have.

I don't care for his movies much, anymore. Every so often I think about sitting down to watch one or another, and I just can't get into it. It's a little too outrageous and his fake comedy voice is a little too shrill for my adult sense of humor.

I wasn't into his standup type stuff with Dean Martin, either. But that might've been because of Dean Martin himself, I'm not sure. I didn't mind Martin in more serious roles in movies, but there was always something about him that bothered me that I've never been able to put my finger on.

And it was most apparent - to me, at least - when he did comedy movies with Lewis, and also when he sang in movies. I don't mind most of his recorded music, but...I don't know. There's just something there that still bothers me to this day.

Regardless, the late 1950s to the mid-1960s were really Lewis's prime when it comes to movies, and while I could roll off the list of what are considered his most famous rolls, I'll let you find those on your own if you're really interested.

The few times that he played comedic but not slapstick roles were great. Not that he really did much of that, to be honest, but he's still pretty funny in those. In his normal voice with zinging one-liners, I think that was when he did comedy the best.

Of course, he's best known for his goofy to downright idiotic slapstick routines, though.

My dad's favorite of movie of Lewis was Boeing, Boeing (1965). He spent years trying to track down the DVD of that movie. He finally found it - it was one of his prized possessions, in fact, because he worked so hard to find it. I would never have known about it, since it was never played on network TV, if my dad hadn't been so determined to find that movie.

(And now, I have it in my possession. Funny how those things work. I had, a few years ago, ripped the DVD - but now I own the DVD itself, as of this past January...along with a number of others that I brought home with me.)

My dad didn't love that movie because of Lewis, although I think he liked Lewis alright. And I think he also liked Tony Curtis, since he had a few movies of his as well. But, really, he loved that movie purely for the storyline involved.

You see, right around the time that movie came out, my dad was actually working at Boeing in Seattle on space program stuff (which is probably the reason he'd gotten a top secret clearance in the first place). So it was just as much for the situational comedy as it was due to the fact that he worked for a plane manufacturer that was heavily referenced in the movie. And, you know, because the three love interests were all blonde - my dad definitely had a type, and my mom definitely fell into that type.

It's a funny movie, actually, and Lewis is really more of a straight guy in it than anything else. The humor is obviously geared more towards men than towards women, though, due to the nature of the situations involved. Personally, I enjoyed the frazzled housekeeper the best, but I've liked Thelma Ritter in most of the movies I've seen her in.

If that movie were remade now, it wouldn't be half as good. Not because of the acting, but because of how the humor has changed in movies over the years. A big part of the reason I like movies made before 1965-ish is because the sense of humor is more sophisticated and subtle, and less in your face. Much of the shift in humor in movies was due to how the rating system was changed in the late 1960s, though.

Anyways, good for Lewis that he can still make movies. Most actors and actresses who manage to live as long as he has aren't always able to. And good for him that he still does interviews, since I'm sure at this point in his life, no one would blame him if he didn't.

Quote of the day

"Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold, but so does a hard-boiled egg." -Maya Angelou

Thursday, August 25, 2016

What are you waiting for permission to do?

I had a mini-epiphany today. Well, it's sort of a carry-over from last night while I was chatting online with Alex. It started last night, and the realization hit me today after I'd seen something else.

Last night, I was talking to Alex about some of the crazy stuff I've done in my life. I was telling her about how most of the things I've done started out as a lark. I didn't take anything really seriously; I just did it.

My most recent example, which actually wasn't all that crazy, was when I'd walked up to Ceddy in that bar in Quebec City. We walked into the place, Alex saw him and the rest of the guys that were there, and then she got a drink. I decided to go talk to him, but then I stopped to think about it for a second - and that caused me to hesitate.

So I stopped thinking and just did it. I had no plan, there was nothing in particular I'd wanted to tell him or even ask. I just walked up to him, offered a hand to shake, and then let him decide where he wanted to take the conversation. Not that that was even something I'd considered, either - where to take the conversation, I mean. I literally just decided to walk up and introduce myself...and that was all I had. There was literally nothing else in my head at that time.

Of course, I kind of walked into the place like that, too. With nothing going on in my head, I mean. Again, I had no plan other than to just see who was there, and that was it. If someone had asked me what I was thinking at that exact point in time, I wouldn't have been joking, lying, or exaggerating in the least by saying "nothing". My mind was totally blank going into that scenario.

But, hey, it pretty much worked. I mean, I didn't sound like an idiot or anything. Of course, I didn't get any answers, either, but I didn't really expect to after seeing who was there.

(Just an FYI - anything I happen to do with social media regarding Ceddy, or anyone else of his ilk, has little to nothing to do with Mark. I figure that if Ceddy was going to be helpful regarding that situation, then he would go out of his way to be so. And while he's been friendly enough towards me, he's still definitely keeping me at arm's length.

(I'm completely playing it straight with Ceddy; what you see is what you get and there isn't anything else to it. Same with anyone and everyone else associated with Mark thus far. If I were seriously going to try to recruit one of Mark's friends to help me, which I won't do because I've been pretty sure all along that they won't let me, I'd be more direct about it than that. Now can everyone stop being paranoid about the things that they think I'm doing?)

So with that still rolling around in my head this morning, I saw on someone's Twitter profile the statement of "no longer asking for permission", and things kind of clicked in my head with that.

It finally hit me why I've been so miserable. Well, a small part of it, at least. And that's because I've been sitting around waiting around for someone to give me permission to...I'm not sure how to explain what I've been wanting permission for, really.

It goes back to the job search thing. All along, I've been thinking about how I can't move on with my life in that area until someone offers me a job. Basically, someone giving me permission to leave and to find a better situation for myself. That's how it's been in my head, anyways.

Somehow, that thinking has leaked into the rest of my life. I've slowly given up my power over my own life because I've been waiting for permission from someone else in order to move on with my life. That realization was rather freeing, actually.

The only times you need permission from someone to do something legal and within rules are when it involves being intimate (in both the emotional and physical sense), using another person's personal property, and work related stuff. That's it. Although, if you're going to break rules or laws, then there's no real need to ask permission, is there?

Because I have little else going on in my life, what happens with work tends to affect me more than I should let it. And that includes looking for a new job. I can't live without an income, and so how I make that income sometimes has too much influence upon the state of my happiness.

Which makes sense, considering you spend more time awake while at work than anywhere else. So if your work environment sucks, like mine does, then that's kind of a problem. I try to not think about it when I leave work, but for five days out of every week, 11 hours out of every day involves work-related things. And if I sleep for 8 hours, that means there's only 5 hours that are not related to work each day during the week - plus the weekends.

Which is why how work goes for me is how my state of mind goes. If I'm unhappy at work, then I'm unhappy for a minimum of 55 hours out of every week - not counting things spilling over and ruining my evening, and the 2-3 hours every weekend that is dedicated to looking and applying for jobs. How's that for statistics, huh?

And with nothing else to distract me, and no one to wrap their arms around me and tell me things will get better, it makes for a miserable existence. One where I've been unconsciously waiting for someone to give me permission to be happy again. And no one is - not even myself.

Hopefully, finally being aware of that will help. Even a little bit of relief is welcomed, at this point. I'd rather not fall into a depression while I'm at it, you know?

Song of the day

Quote of the day

"I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become." -Carl Jung