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RIP Peter Sarstedt

Singer-songwriter who topped the charts in 1969 with Where Do You Go to (My Lovely)

I sang this song on Saturday afternoon at the Mint. (I fell in love with the song from seeing "The Darjeeling Limited" and bought my own karaoke version, since it was so NOT in the bar's collection.) Yesterday afternoon, I was tagged in a FB book post the KJ, noting the singer's death on Sunday.

(Now I'm even edgier about the health and age of Mr. Ferry.)


100 TV shows-#85 Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes fic

Such a roller coaster. Some great moments, especially in the third series and lots of Gene Hunt awesomeness, but since John Simm wasn't there in the flesh, the show had a definite Sam Tyler sized hole which poor Keeley Hawes wasn't really capable of filling. Keeley was awesome in "Spooks," but just not strong enough to carry a show, especially up against the Mighty Glenister.

Plus the scripts...oh Alex Drake, I tried to like her...and there were times I almost got there, but the writing made it so, so hard, especially when she'd get up on her high-horse. "The Smoking Gun," was the WORST, which is even more unfortunate given an early Russell Tovey appearance. I can't imagine ever sitting through that cringe-fest again.

I did get through the whole series one time only...and I got some good fic out of it, but Life on Mars, it wasn't.

I am glad that Ray got a redemption arc, even if it was a bit too obvious and melodramatic. I think Shazz was a potentially great character who never got properly developed and between my Sam/Chris ship and a bit of a Alex/Chris one, I never really got into her and Chris's relationship.

I won't spoil the finale, but it is a satisfying ending for both series...just not the emotional brilliance of the Life on Mars ending. Sorry, LoM was perfect and probably should have been left where it was. In my head and heart, it did.

Holiday Cheer

From Hubby: An Instant Pot! Basically an electric combination Pressure Cooker/Slow Cooker/Steamer. At the moment the main use is for me to be able to make the elixir of life bone broth. The slow cooker took three days and drove me nuts with house smelling like bone broth for that entire period. The pressure cooker took a good four hours and required keeping the stove on for that period and me getting up in the middle of the night to turn it off. Yesterday I set the timer, the broth cooked in about three hours and then turned itself off and the result has gelled beautifully. The bones were reduced to absolute rubble so I know that all the collagen goodness is in the broth.

I got the Montgomery Clift/Elizabeth Taylor fic of my dreams including actual sex, along with all the angst, Hollywood dirt and twisted emotions I see in those two beautiful creatures.

If that's your jam, please go HERE and bestow the love it deserves.

From Yoga:
We're in the month that Laughing Lotus devotes to Saints, Sages, Gurus etc. and my beloved teacher, Adrianna has shared this poem by Hafiz with us in a few classes. It speaks to me and always makes me smile. I share it with you. It says a lot about the journey we are all on, even the horror-show that has been this year for so many of us. (Really, 2016? George Michael...really?) I haven't had the time to do the RIPs much this year, and honestly...it's been such an onslaught it would be a full-time job.

Cast All Your Votes for Dancing by Hafiz

I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.

I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.

But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.

You can stay that way
And even bloom!

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter.

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.

You are with the Friend now.
Learn what actions of yours delight Him,
What actions of yours bring freedom
And Love.

Whenever you say God's name, dear pilgrim,
My ears wish my head was missing
So they could finally kiss each other
And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!

O keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter
And from the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Now, sweet one, be wise.
Cast all your votes for Dancing!
Started the day with a 5-K on the Embarcadero

Turkey day w/Ivan by Ball Park

Since my Sister-In-Law has shuffled off this mortal coil, there's absolutely no cause for anything resembling a "feast" at Chez K-gal.

I'm completely at peace totally ignoring this holiday, in terms of adding anything out of the ordinary to my plan of eating.

Love and sanity to one and all!

Plan of action

Om namah shivaya

1. More love
2. More hugs
3. More service
4. More Bhakti/Kirtan
5. More Yoga
6. No Binging
7. Finish Yuletide
8. Finish 100 things
9. Finish getting Drabble-a-Day 2011 posted to A03

Poppy Mae
First the anxiety, then the anger and depression.
If I were in my disease I would have been trying to sneak food at the desk, or just not cared and stuffed my face at the desk.
I had my snack at 4 and my dinner at 7.
No binging.
I was up at 445AM wanting to eat, and part of my abstinence is that I don't eat breakfast until after 5AM (because part of my disease is the night-eating I acquired either by nature or nurture from my father). I took a hot bath and made sure I didn't eat my first bite until 501A
The world appears to be going to hell in a bucket. I'm just grateful I'm in the Program, Abstinent of compulsive eating, drugs and alcohol, and that it's been two years (as of November 6) in my wonderful job, which I honestly believe has saved my life. If I were still in my old Desk of Doom job to be the political junkie I was for most of my life, I'd probably have blown up to over 200 lbs by now and been an utter wench/wretch to everyone who crossed my path in the last few months.
I'm not saying I'm recovered, or not a wench, or a wonderful person.
I'm saying I'm better, I'm trying to be of service, live the steps etc.
I definitely have resentments against the butt-hurt Bernie-bots who couldn't let go and continued to be echo-chambers for every bit of anti-Hillary BS that came down the pike and in deference to my old wenchy self:


Now I'm going to take a hot bath and get ready for work.

It's also time for some Facebook unfriending. It'll be better for all of us.


Plan of action

I've been to yoga, chanted, voted and napped.
I'm going to go to work, do my job and try to make people happy.
No matter what happens today, it's not worth losing my peace, my sobriety, or my abstinence over. This is true every day and minute of my life, but today is the first one where I've felt there was a remote possibility of being tempted. I binged my way through a lot of politics in my hard-core political junkie days.
This year (and last)
I got through my birthday without binging.
I got through Halloween without binging.

I'm OLD. We've been here before.
We survived Nixon, Reagan and two Bushes.

And no matter what happens today---I am not going to binge.

Hari Om!

Oh God! Concept art!

What the hell was I thinking? The first rule of concept art-it's always a joke and the person who expects to get the "payoff" is the sucker who's born every minute.
Two for the "I tried, I really tried" file.


I came for the show-business snark and especially for Jeremy Piven, playing Ari Gold, based on Ari Emmanuel, brother of Rahm Emmanuel. Made it through three seasons on Netflix. LOVED ARI! (And LLoyd.) Hated everybody else, especially Turtle. Like skin-crawling hatred. I really couldn't stand most of Drama's plotlines, as someone who'd had show-biz dreams and got out early...the stuff was just so painful and cringe-worthy. I loved Ari when he was winning, but couldn't stand watching any scenes where the character was being humiliated or hurt or just not winning. If I'd been able to watch alone, I might have kept going, but it's one of those shows that Hubby didn't love enough to stick with and his dislike also rubbed off. The cameos just weren't enough to keep going when I wasn't enjoying it on my own.

Still love Ari though...and I tried to love that one of the other Gold brothers exists in a fictional space....

Which brings us to:

The Good Wife

I came to the show pretty much only for Eli Gold, a/k/a Rahm Emmanuel, political BAMF, especially as played by Alan Cummings, knowing I'd have to get through the whole first season before he even showed up. I figured it would be OK...Legal drama and all that. (See my post on LA LAW)

It started out OK. Then Eli showed up and it got really good...until things started bugging me. A LOT.

First of all, I always felt Alicia had WAY more chemistry with Peter than with Will, so the whole UST thing never did anything for me and it did even less when they actually did it. Her "using Peter for sex" scenes were 100% hotter than anything that went on with Will, especially the big elevator scene.

This made it impossible for me to see Peter as the BAD GUY, no matter how much the show tried to tell me he was. It just made Will more of a hypocritical jerk. I started to be happy when bad things happened to him. (I did like him with Diane and could have shipped it, if given a chance.)

The Good Stuff

Kalinda/Almost everyone
Every line out of David Lee's snarky mouth.
Lemond Bishop
Colin Sweeney
Elsbeth Tascioni

The Bad Stuff
"Ripped from the headlines."
The kids!
Louis Canning


Basically all of Season 4 , especially the Kalinda/Nick horror show. Marc Warren a/k/a the guy who appears in every single British TV show, ever, showed up and ... it was awful. The writing was the worst thing I've ever seen. I'm good with angst. I'm good with abuse. I'm good with sexual obsession. Somehow they took all of that and ended up making me hate everyone involved and not really feel sorry for Kalinda. What made it worse was watching in real time from DVR as opposed to just whipping through the first 3 seasons on DVD. So we'd wait for it go get better and it never did. It wasn't hot. It wasn't sexy. It wasn't fun...the ice cream scene haunted me for weeks in how bad it was compared to whatever they thought they were accomplishing. BLECH!

The final insult: Eli in bed with THAT WOMAN! Not his ex. Not Natalie. Not Alicia. Not ANY of the other awesome women (or men) on the show that I would have loved him to have sex with. And not even a dignified sex scene. The fact that MY BAMF Rahm-esque Eli had to have a stupid, silly, libido killing encounter with one of the worst characters on the show was the end.

Didn't watch another episode.

Medical update-TMI time!



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