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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Henry

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)

Wizards and religion

I was rereading the Harry Potter series (to reacquaint myself before the movie release this summer) and I got to wondering … Nowhere in the books does J. K. Rowling bring up the religious practices of witches, wizards, muggles, or squibs.  I also theorized that there might be a few possible reasons:

  • She didn’t want to give away too much of the ending (King’s Cross and all that)
  • She had enough to fill all those books already
  • She didn’t want to alienate any religious groups (you know, she might alienate the Muslims if we find out that Dean Thomas is actually Jewish).

I don’t think that last one’s the case, as she alienated enough religious groups.  So I’m thinking it’s probably one of the first two.

But then I got to thinking — in a country where (according to one pool) only 14% of people do not affiliate themselves with any religion, and with magical and non magical students attending Hogwarts, there would have to be some students that have some type of religious affiliation.  There is no talk of prayer or medition or any type of services at Hogwarts, but there is belief in an afterlife (the “next great adventure).

So — my question to anyone reading this (Doc Thelma — I’m expecting some input from you on this :^) ) is what kind of thoughts might you have (in sheer speculation) on wizards (in the Harry Potter universe) and religion.

I will give the one thought I’ve had … according to one estimate I ran across (on Wikipedia so we all know what THAT is worth) approximately 10% of the population of the U.K. attends church regularly.  So you’d think that really, of the wizarding (and muggle) families there would be that many that are active religiously.  HOWEVER even though there is some evidence to the contrary (the “owl post” in Sorcerer’s Stone – when the Dursleys were not at church on Sunday but home to be attacked by the letters) I think that the Dursleys did regularly attend church.  And I can back this up by a few assumptions.

  • It is of utmost importance to the Dursleys that they have every appearance of being a perfectly normal family.
  • Vernon just might find some people to see drills to at church.
  • Petunia would totally love to gossip about all the other people at church (or all the people not there this week)
  • I bet Petunia would love to show off her cooking at potlucks

Just thinking.  What do you think.

Friday fill in

1. All children alarm their parents, if only because you are forever expecting common sense. (When will I learn)

2. Show me a good loser and I will show you a winner. (Because if you can have cheerfulness and grace when losing — you’re not really a loser after all).

3. A Guinness is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs at one time.

4. Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy having children and driving carpools.

5. I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine _____ and _____.

6. It is impossible to think of any good meal, no matter how plain or elegant, without _____ or _____ in it.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to I saw a young couple get married — awwwwwwwwww, tomorrow my plans include yard work and Sunday, I want to dance in the streets (summer is here and the time is right after all)!

Buy American

This is my response/comment to a post by Ragtop Day.

Like Ragtop, I am somewhat of a pragmatist.  I understand that idea of supporting my local economy, but I also understand that my own pocket only goes so deep.  I’m also married to Spouse, a/k/a skinflint, so that carries into the equation. I do find it a conundrum but I also try to keep local and global issues in mind when purchasing.

Back in the late 80s I was shopping for a new car.  During my expeditions I wandered into a Ford dealer.  After being treated like a “woman car shopper” I started to leave.  One of the salesmen made a snide comment about me going to buy a “foreign” car.  I responded “OH — so you’re saying that instead of buying a Honda made in Ohio I should get a Ford made in MEXICO.”  Which really brings to mind a lot of questions in this global economy.  Which is more “patriotic,” driving a car with the “right” label, or buying a car that provides American jobs, or buying a car that provides profits to an American corporation.   It’s an interesting question.  But seriously when it comes to buying cars my FIRST priority is RELIABILITY.  I’ve had too many cars that had mechanical issues (and have walked tooooo many frickin’ miles in the snow in the middle of the night) to ever again want to be saddled with a car that I’m not SURE of.

(Though — as a sidenote Ragtop and I both have children adopted from China so we do have an excuse to buy Chinese made products as supporting the country that our children came from and where their birth families live … hey it might work).