In defense of Penny

Yeah — this will be public, many of my posts are not public but this one will go out to the universe.

A friend of mine made the following statement:

“all our ladies are far too smart to be compared to Penny”

(Mind you, it was said in jest and he did have a smiley added). He was (I assume from the conversation) referring to a gaming group he’s in.

Oh – and if you don’t know who Penny is, that means you don’t watch The Big Bang Theory (possibly the best TV show of the past decade) and you can stop reading this now because some of it won’t make any sense. (OKAY — for regular readers of my blog that won’t bother you because you already KNOW I ramble).

Now, might I also point out that this friend is a graduate of M.I.T., so let’s assume that some of his friends are (like Sheldon, Leonard, Raj, and even Howard) smarter than the average bear.

And that’s fine, the world needs brilliant people like my friend to go out and do great things in the world, you know MEANINGFUL things like the folks from M.I.T. do — to see what kind of USEFUL and WORLD CHANGING things M.I.T. students do, just check this website.  I mean THIS is the kind of stuff our nation needs to solve all our current problems?? (Okay — but you GOTTA admit the Tardis takes the cake).

I’m glad that there are brilliant left-brain people in the world that do brilliant left-brain stuff.

And even the guys that aren’t Ph.D., the guys that are JUST engineers, we need them too. As my son and I were watching this movie, I explained that this clip – the guys taking care of that weren’t the Sheldons or Leonards or Rajs — but they were the HOWARDS.

But, back to Penny. I’m willing to bet that where she came from — the majority of folks didn’t go to college. I think her father even mentioned his dream for his daughter was to have her marry someone that DIDN’T live in a trailer park. But even without a formal higher education, I’m willing to bet Penny has the smarts to function in her world. I lay odds that she knows which of the restaurant customers leave a small tip, which ones leave a large time, and I bet she can wrangle the new water or waitress to take the bad tippers. And really, when was the last time the girl even had to pay for a meal?

So do you go talkin’ bout my girl — because she knows how to go on a quest. (Of course, I’m sure most guys don’t like that episode where Penny — gets Sheldon’s game stuff back from the hacker).

I’ll leave you with this. GO PENNY

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I reckon for most people, after you’ve reached a certain age you’ve had something happen that shook your view of the world to the core. (Heck for a lot of people that happened in Sept. of 2001). For me it happened a lot earlier than that, when some random guy decided to break into my house and beat up on me.

But this isn’t about him — it’s about me, and getting shaken (and about Henry – because some guy that I haven’t seen in like 20 years is the symbolic light at the end of the tunnel).

I realized today (as I was driving my car with Mike as a passenger) when Mike overreacted to a soda splashing over and I literally went into TOTAL ADRENALINE OVERLOAD (you know — fight or flight – hyperventilate – hypersensitiveness) something like an acute stress disorder. It’s like I’m not relaxed because I’m just waiting for something to blindside me again.

But also, earlier today, I was thinking of Henry. Henry is NOT a significant person in my life. He wasn’t really a “friend” (I mean seriously can you call someone a “friend” if you don’t even know what their last name is??). Henry worked at the PBS tv station in Urbana. I volunteered there regularly when there were pledge drives (so I’d see Henry a few days a year). Henry sort of reminded me of the Cookie Monster (possibly because he worked at the PBS station), and I’m really not sure if he was straight or gay (he wasn’t a “friend”) but I’m sure that if he WAS gay he was a bear. So basically I’m saying that Henry was a sweet lovable kind of guy. I’m pretty sure you’d like him if you met him.

Then, one random Thursday some random guy decided to beat the crap out of me because he could. I survived (I walked away) and he got to visit one of our state’s lovely charm schools. But for a while after that event I’d freak out any time I saw any black man — INCLUDING sweet old cuddly bear cookie monster Henry. (That really kind of freaked me out too – having a negative reaction to someone that might physically resemble the guy that attacked me was understandable — but HENRY??)

So — why am I writing this down now, 20 some years later.

Because, eventually, things got resettled. Seeing Henry wandering around the streets didn’t bother me — I eventually looked at Henry and saw the sweet cuddly cookie monster guy that he always reminded me of.

So tonight, I’m taking that thought to bed with me — that eventually I won’t look at every other car on the road as a certain threat and I won’t avoid Ogden Avenue because it makes me fear for my safety.

I really need to add this as an aside – all black guys freaked me out for some amount of time (and I don’t know how long that was) but *ANY* guy with a strong smell of liquor on his breath freaked me out for even LONGER. I’m thinking it was a few months before Henry went back to being Henry and YEARS before I could smell someone with a strong smell of liquor and not want to wretch. But maybe that’s just common sense.




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Friday Fill-in

And…here we go!

1. When it’s quiet I enjoy the respite, knowing it will be brief.
2. My daughter is having her 9th birthday in what seems like a month.
3. My heart is strong and resilient.
4. Hot, hazy, and humid with a chance of afternoon thunderstorms describes July.
5. In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed to sea (OH come ON — how could I resist).
6. Dishwasher loading skills is something I really love about my significant other / friend.  (HEY – that’s important in a spouse)
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to watching the movie Up, tomorrow my plans include going to see my favorite sister, and possibly my new great niece and Sunday, I want to sleep in but I told Dean I’d help with sound at the 8:30 service!

(How does this fit into “saved” well, I’ve been “saved” from having to think up another idea by a Friday Fill-In — WHEW)

I’m rusty – bear with me

“Write…. Writing is a muscular activity as well as an intellectual activity. You actually have to do it, and the play will come through the combination of thinking and moving a pen or fingers on a keyboard.”  Tony Kushner

Well — okay then.

I’ve been spending far too much time on Facebook and at 420 characters it helps get points across in a pithy manner but doesn’t give much in the way of “intellectual activity”

This month Nablopomos topic of the month is “saved” and today’s writing prompt is “What is your favorite movie.”  At first thought I wasn’t seeing the relationship but I can actually make this work.  Though it will take more than 420 characters.

Of course, the first order of business is trying to figure out what my “favorite” movie is.  I have maybe about 10 “favorite” movies.  Do I want a love story?  A fantasy?  An adventure?  A tragedy?  A comedy? Something familiar? Something peculiar?

NO NO NO — I’m not going to go all Sondheim on you (A Funny Thing Happened on the way to the Forum is not in my top ten list — it is a fun movie to watch).  But I can twist the “saved” topic to relate to one of  my favorite movies.

I would have to say that this movie is, undoubtedly, one of the best movies of all time.  I can probably recite about every line from memory.  It has an unforgettable soundtrack, a “love story” of sorts, comedy, and even religion.

And, throughout the movie, you actually are reminded how to get “saved” because you are always reminded that if you are lost – you just need to try Hare Krishna.

(okay okay — like I said, I’m rusty)