Reinke Faces Life

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Posted on Monday, June 06, 2011 at 09:42 AM
Amy Andrews Gossip Girl
by Amy Andrews
Charlie Sheen’s character written out of ‘Two and a Half Men’ – moving to Paris

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The troubled actor was fired from the sitcom and replaced by Ashton Kutcher after feuding with creator Chuck Lorre and bosses have reportedly decided to use the final scenes he shot as bad boy Charlie Harper – which see him and his stalker Rose leaving for the airport to catch a flight to the French capital – to explain his character’s absence when the show returns.

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Aww, poor Rose, why does she have to get the axe?

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OK, last one, (I think),

Here we have youngsters. Giving entertainment. Working “hard”. Doing what may or may not be their “best”.

They know that all their peers get up, jilly jack around, take a bow (in various forms), and get applause for their efforts.

There were at least three acts of “little kids” … …

(under 6 ish.)

(How do you estimate children’s ages? Saw ’em in half like trees?)

… … where no one, except me, applauded.

Shame on my fellow audience members. You “stole”. You took their effort and returned nothing to them.

Little kids.

What lesson does that teach?

Think if these folks in the audience were “promised” a pay raise and didn’t get it they would say “no big deal”.

Me, a fat old white guy injineer, was horrified. Where were these children’s parents and relatives encouraging them.

So like I crazy old fool, I applauded 75 times or so. Lost count. I left when my ride did. The “souvenir” and “refreshment” tables were closed when we left so maybe it was done.

I just felt bad for the three groups that got NO applause. Maybe I just dozed off, but I don’t think so.

Shame, shame, on those folks.

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{Privacy Invoked} Went to bed in a sequin dress. Woke up like I put out with a cheese grater. Never again.

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I read this and for some reason it struck me funny.

After I stopped ROFL, I decided that this was worth memorializing. No idea why? But it just grabbed my attention. Sad really, but very funny.

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Ever hear of the guru’s of the human performance movement talk about “the zone”.

It’s that magical time when the stars align and all is right with the world. Or at least your part of it.

At this dance recital, if you watch very carefully, you could see it.

A young child, mostly girls, would have a practiced routine. And, every once and a while, they’d “get it”.

Maybe it was the music striking their ear put them in sync. Maybe it was the endless practice. Maybe it was the crowd.

But you could see it.

There would be a realization on their faces that I’m doing it. And, I’m doing it well. And, it’s fun.

Then a big smile would break out. They may be sweating, panting, and exhausted. But they had done it. Whatever it was supposed to be.

That was worth the sore butt from sitting.

Hope I have a day like that some day. Hope everyone does.

I appreciate them sharing that moment with me.

Made me smile too.

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What is the audience’s responsibility to the performers?

I was shocked and amazed at a few things.

(1) Maybe I’m an old fuddy duddy. But … the first act on stage was a number by a group of several age groups. I don’t remember anything other than the costuming left little to the imagination and the dance moves were comparable to what one would see in a “strip club”. If, of course, if I had ever been to one. Being in what I would have perceived as the “Bible Belt”. This surprised me. While the youngest bumped and ground, I saw many men facing their wives and children and talking. Perhaps, this was to avoid the near occasion of sin. Or, that they could not look at the cherished girl member of their family “performing”. I knew no one on the stage at that time and I was embarrassed for them. Yeah, I know fuddy duddy.

(2) Opening announcement was something like “don’t use the fire doors. it screws up our video and distracts the dancers.” Shouldn’t have bothered. Those doors were used. Frequently. And, it was distracting to this audience member. It was like they were saying: “Screw You. I’m a VIP. And, I’m more important than you.” I have to admit I was tempted to go down and stand by the door and play policeman. Maybe they should, like most good strip clubs, hire a Arnold Schwarzenegger type bouncer. I’m told that all the clubs have them.

(3) Now, maybe some of the performers were “less than good” or even down right “bad”. As a fat old white guy injineer, I wouldn’t know how to tell. Any more than I can score Olympic Ice Dancing. But, I did notice if the performer was smiling. And, I did notice when they were out of sync. But I also remembered my Father saying to me one time at a baseball game: “You’re not allowed to boo the umpire unless you can do it better.” Now, to me, imho, not applauding is the equivalent to booing. By the same token, I applauded every “act” since there was no way I was getting up on the stage and making a fool out of myself. Especially, not in those costumes! That would have cleared the joint!

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Once upon a lifetime dreary,
I went to a place leery,
And what did I behold,
Children “dancing” as they were told.

— unknown

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Interesting that parents spent a lot of money for “dance lessons”. I guesstimated that this was 200k$ biz. Not counting the time, attention, and effort that was going into it by parents.

They, in their heart of hearts, knew that the US “Eddykation” system, was giving their children the bare minimum of “life tools” and thse parents, perhaps instinctively, knew that the children needed more.

Be it boy / girl scouts, sports leagues, or even dance classes, parents know their children need more. (The Chinese kids will eat their bfast, lunch, and dinner.)

Also, I thought that these “dance” parents were trying to get their children to capture a little wisp of childhood joy to take with them.

I saw once again — several times that day — that when a young girl both knew she knew her “routine” AND had the physical skills to execute it, she lit up with joy. The face showed she was in the zone. And she was alone in the room with her “art”.

Hope that they all capture that.

Amazing was that it was 99% girls.

Is our society and its TV show messages that sexist?

The same muscle memory on a sports venue is just as good as dance. Surely, they all can’t be delude into thinking they can make it into the NBA.

Besides a good male dancer would find it easier to find a mate.

As a former young man, I’d have gone where the girls were. But there weren’t even boys in the audience. Where do these guys go to pick up chicks. Dumb! Easy pickins! Buy some flowers, go see a beautiful gals run around on stage in her undies, applaud for one, give her the flowers, and you’ve got a date. Dumb to skip that oppty.

Like shooting fish in barrel!

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http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=aiGg8D4hFLc&vq=medium

Obummer song.

Interesting. But, unfortunately, that melody belongs to Richie Valens. Another tragedy.

Unfortunately, she left out the THREE active wars; one of which Obama started to benefit his European friends. Why are American troops still in Germany?

And, do you really think that electing McCain would have made a difference?

DNF it was the R’s that passed the Medicare RX benefit, TARP1, and ran big deficits. (Noting that the D’s are the party of Big Deficits!)

No, we need as I said yesterday, a “Game Changer”.

Now imagine if we had elected Ron Paul in 2008. I KNOW things would be different.

Sigh!

They say the way to fix things is to laugh at them. What a joke the USA has become!

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Pretty funny. Pretty sad. At a time, when you should be thinking about a “life marker” … and pretty dumb. Like picking the other member of the duopoly will make a difference. We need a “game changer”. Because since Lincoln, we’ve been on a runaway train. Changing “engineers” isn’t going to change the destination.

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http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1378703/Why-mens-success-women-depends-hands.html

Why men’s success with women all depends on their hands
By FIONA MACRAE
Last updated at 8:42 AM on 20th April 2011

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Men whose ring fingers are longer than their index fingers are seen as better bets by women, a study found. By contrast those seen as wimpier sorts will have longer index fingers.

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I’ve heard this before!

“John recovering said, “Dang, and here I figured it was gonna be an easy way to be big hero with all the women folk and I could pick and chose who I shared my favors with.” Marie piped up, “Oh, I don’t think after I’m done with you, there would be much of a ‘favor’ left to impress the ladies. Don’t forget it was you who put me in the FERT-TILE state with all your fancy talking. Sister Euphemia warned us about boys like you.” Everyone was chuckling. June jumped on looking right at Brian, “You know Miss Marie, I’ve often wondered what you saw in this oaf. He may be pick of the litter. But it’s a litter of runts. Too dumb to see what they are being offered.” That got a few more chuckles. Jody finished up the sexual belittlement with “Yes, Ladies, we should throw them all out and advertise for some replacements. Let’s see we’d need a Gary Cooper, Cary Grant, Bing Crosby, and maybe even a little Bob Hope for comic relief. You know what they say about long noses and big feet.” To which all the men were mentally feeling noses and extending toes.” — CHURCH 10●19●62 (Vol 1) 978-0-557-08387-9 page 133

So check your hands!

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FROM Frau Reinke’s bud

Paddy had long heard the stories of an amazing family tradition. It seems that his father, grandfather and great-grandfather had all been able to walk on water on their 18th birthday. On that special day they’d each walked across the lake to the pub on the far side for their first legal drink. So when Paddy’s 18th birthday came ’round, he and his pal Mick took a boat out to the middle of the lake. Paddy stepped out of the boat and nearly drowned! Mick just barely managed to pull him to safety.

Furious and confused, Paddy, went to see his grandmother. ‘Grandma,’ he asked, “It’s my 18th birthday, so why can’t I walk ‘cross the lake like my father, his father, and his father before him?”

Granny looked deeply into Paddy’s troubled eyes and said, “Because your father, your grandfather and your great grandfather were all born in December, when the lake is frozen, and you were born in August, ya dip!!!!

   (Laughing)

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