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He’s back

We are living in the age of the TV spokesperson.

Flo for Progressive. That perky AT&T gal at the mall.  The mayhem guy for Allstate. And they all owe their careers and pricey exclusive contracts to this guy:

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He made Verizon’s slogan ‘Can you hear me now?’ ubiquitous and annoying.

Then he disappeared.

Well…

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He’s back.

I guess his no-compete clause finally expired.

In a pickle

What a difference a joke can make.

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I was at my primary physician’s office early this morning,¬†waiting to take my yearly physical. As I looked at the exam table,¬† I could hear the words of Jerry Seinfeld bounce around my brain:

“They have that butcher paper pulled out over the table. Sometimes I bring a pickle and put it next to me on the table,  in case the doctor wants to fold the whole thing up for a to-go order.”

Now, that’s a classic story.

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Start packing

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I am not an animal

The Lobster is the quintessential independent film.

Original. Absurd. Other-worldly.

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This world does not allow adults to be single. In fact, newly single people have 45 days to find a mate with similar characteristics as themselves, or they will be turned into animals and released into the forest.

Hey – they get to choose which animal, so that’s nice.

The people of this world appear unemotional, and speak with a deadpan delivery that would make any PBS station proud. Of course, there are always one or two folks who attempt to break the rules.

Their bad behavior is what drives this film, and you’ll be cheering for them, even as you shake your head in confused fascination.

Public displays of…

I had just taken my seat on the subway this morning when I heard someone crying.

It was a woman across the aisle from me. And she wasn’t trying to hold it in or hide her tears — she was loudly weeping and sobbing.

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Since I had just boarded,  I looked around at my fellow passengers,  trying to get a read on what if anything had been done. At that moment,  a man said,  “Are you okay,  miss?  Do you need help?”

She said no and immediately quieted. Everyone looked relieved.

I know I was.

Not two minutes went by and she began wailing again,  even louder this time. Looks were exchanged.

I finally reached in my briefcase and handed her a tissue. She didn’t say thank you,  but she calmed down until her stop.

I will admit – –  I have cried on the subway before,  but in a much more stealth fashion. Or at least I hope so,  for the passengers’ sake.

Penciled in

Okay,  I finally caved.

After watching a fellow passenger color for three solid hours on a flight from San Francisco to Minneapolis,  I bought two books this weekend and gave it a try.

It’s pretty darn fun.

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This page is from a coloring book on Tokyo (which I visited in 2014).  I also got one on New York City.

I would write more,  but I think I  will color instead.

Love the journey

maybe it wont work

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