Phil: Commander, what’s going on?
State Trooper: There’s nothing going on. We’re closing the road. Big blizzard moving in.
Phil: What blizzard? It’s a couple flakes.
State Trooper: Don’t you listen to the weather? We got a major storm here.
Phil: I make the weather! All this moisture coming up out of the Gulf will push off to the east and hit Altoona.
State Trooper: Pal, you got that moisture on your head. You can go back to Punxsutawney or you can freeze to death. It’s your choice. What’s it gonna be?
Phil: [pauses] I’m thinking…
Archive for December, 2007
Because, apparently, this blog is going to contain nothing but Groundhog Day quotes for the rest of the yearDecember 26, 2007
With a little help from another movie favorite and my apologies for being a bad blogging friend of late. I would explain, but I know you all understand without explanation. You’re all so good that way. Bless you for it. Oh, and remember, don’t drive angry.
“You want a prediction about the weather?! You’re asking the wrong Phil. I’ll give you a winter prediction: It’s gonna be cold, it’s gonna be grey, and it’s gonna last you for the rest of your life.” — Bill Murray as Phil Connors in the 1993 classic Groundhog Day
First D.J.: Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties ’cause it’s cooooold out there today.
Second D.J.: It’s coooold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?
First D.J.: Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that, uh, that blizzard thing.
Second D.J.: [mockingly] That blizzard – thing. That blizzard – thing. Oh, well, here’s the report! The National Weather Service is calling for a “big blizzard thing!”
First D.J.: Yessss, they are. But you know, there’s another reason why today is especially exciting.
Second D.J.: Especially cold!
First D.J.: Especially cold, okay, but the big question on everybody’s lips…
Second D.J.: – On their chapped lips…
First D.J.: – On their chapped lips, right: Do ya think Phil is gonna come out and see his shadow?
Second D.J.: Punxsutawney Phil!
First D.J.: Thats right, woodchuck-chuckers – it’s
Phil: I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster and drank pina coladas. At sunset we made love like sea otters. *That* was a pretty good day. Why couldn’t I get that day over and over and over…
“You must accept that you might fail; then, if you do your best and still don’t win, at least you can be satisfied that you’ve tried. If you don’t accept failure as a possibility, you don’t set high goals, you don’t branch out, you don’t try – you don’t take the risk.”
— Rosalynn Carter: Former first lady and author
I am so in love with this girl, and so happy, happy, happy for her success; and so thrilled that some record company WAS SMART ENOUGH to pick her up so that I could find her (even though we grew up very, very close to each other in No Man’s Land). As Jacque would say, I giant heart her.
I wasn’t able to embed the following clip (so I include it below as a link), but the seconds at 3:00 are worth watching. Props out to the homegirl! (The beginning is the video they took in the car in a FedEx/Kinko’s parking lot the first time they heard their song on the radio — their joy is infectious!)
Go, Sara, go!!
p.s. I just clicked through to the second video and it is LOUD! Just a warning in case you don’t want to get your ears get blown out, too. Cheers!
There is nothing Babs loves so much as power. It is like crack for her. Super crack, in fact. She nearly starts shaking with the sheer glory of it all.
So when Jon told her that she should report back to him on LJ’s behavior the other night while he was out playing, she got that crack jones look in her eye like I’ve never seen before. Her eyes were as big as saucers, drinking it all in, hoping beyond all hope that he was serious. He was.
Because of this, throughout the night she ran back and forth from her and LJ’s antics to this napkin, words spilling over to a second napkin that has thankfully been misplaced.
Along with any need you may have to break a perfectly good piano, if you need a pint-sized gestapo for some special reconnaissance mission you’ve got going, I’ve got your girl.
And, because it took me a minute to figure it out, “adawlts” is adults. Bless her for remembering us.
One last thought: that she would call someone else “bossy” completely cracks me up.
I really should check my e-mail more often. In looking for something today, I found that BACK. IN. MARCH. a piece I’d written that was delightfully paired with one of the best designers in town won a local award. YAY!
You’d think I would have been better about this after taking TWO MONTHS to open the e-mail that said we’d won a national marketing award for another piece. DOUBLE YAY!
I’m not sure what this does for me, but it sure was a nice way to start Tuesday.
And, for your reading pleasure, one of my favorite clips from A Christmas Story:
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
Mr. Parker: That son of a bitch would freeze up in the middle of summer on the equator!
Mother: Little pitchers!
Mr. Parker: Thanks… hold it!
[the furnace conks out]
Mr. Parker: It’s a clinker! That blasted stupid furnace dadgummit!
[he walks down a few stairs and falls the rest of the way down]
Mr. Parker: Damn skates!
Mr. Parker: Oh for cripes sake open up the damper will ya? Who the hell turned it all the way down? AGAIN! Oh blasted!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
Because she’s speaking to me, and this quote is on my December calendar page so I keep reading it over and over:
“A warrior accepts that we can never know what will happen to us next. We can try to control the uncontrollable by looking for security and predictability, always hoping to be comfortable and safe. But the truth is that we can never avoid uncertainty. This not knowing is part of the adventure . . . “
More here if you’d like to read. Happy Festivus!