When men were men, and ladies were grateful…

•September 23, 2016 • Leave a Comment

It’s official.  I’ve met  the man of my dreams, only to recognize that  we can never be together because 1) he is a fictional construct and 2) from another era.  You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but it hurts every time it happens…

I’m somewhat of a history student; my favorite fictional stories have always been tethered to historical times, preferably involving real historical figures.  For example, as a teen, I read about Brian Boru, the Lion of Ireland, who united all of Ireland (briefly) to combat the Viking invasion.  As a pre-teen, I was fascinated by Crazy Horse of the Oglala Sioux.  I was enraptured by the Shogun mini-series on tv in the 70’s, and have watched every program on the infamous Henry VIII that is out there.  Until recently I’ve even followed the saga of Mary Queen of Scots (Reign).  I’m still following the exploits of Ragnar Lothbrok of Vikings on the History Channel!  Obviously, I’ve not outgrown my fascination with the past…

Well, thanks to Netflix (again), I’ve added another “person” to my historical scrapbook.  The character’s name is Cullen Bohannon from AMC’s Hell On Wheels, played by the amazing Anson Mount.

In case you are not familiar with the show, it centers around the building of the transcontinental railroad during the period of reconstruction after the Civil War.  Cullen Bohannon is a former Confederate soldier on a mission to avenge the deaths of his wife and son at the hands of Union soldiers.  He applies for work on the Union Pacific Railroad, and soon thereafter becomes foreman, then engineer, becoming an invaluable asset to the railroad, and by extension, this Nation.

Again and again I found myself admiring this man as he grappled with change and problem solving, and it struck me just what an extraordinary time the whole westward expansion was in our Nation’s history.  (Some may also remember the old Tom Cruise movie Far and Away, which recounted the government sponsored land settlement after the Louisiana Purchase).  In that time, possibilities were wide open and you were only limited by the scope of your vision.  Some will look back and point out the greed and corruption, and rightly so–but, those same men whose appetites were so rapacious also had vision and guts, and weren’t afraid to take risks.

Which brings me to my dilemma:  why is this fictional character so much more appealing to me than the men I see around me daily?  Are there no more challenges?  Are there no more heroes?  I’ve seen Anson Mount on YouTube clearly draw the line between an actor and his/her creation, so perhaps he might not understand my fascination with a fictional construct.  However, whether intentionally or not, I believe the actor imbues his creation with something of himself, something which another actor playing the same part could not duplicate.  And whatever it is that makes Cullen Bohannon as a character so compelling, I wish we had more of in this world.  Even better, I’d love to be at his side in his.

Because EYEGASM!

•August 31, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Lately I’ve been binge-watching Netflix for the abundant eye-candy.  First, there was Keanu Reeves, then Ryan Reynolds, and I admit I have a majority of their films in my DVD collection.  These men were familiar to me, and easy on the eyes, but this post isn’t about them, this is about my voyage of discovery of newer faces such as Justin Chatwin on Shameless.  He also hails from Canada, like Ryan Reynolds and Keanu Reeves…(must look into moving there!).  Although not as well known, I hope time takes care of that oversight, because I believe he has potential.

Then it was  Landon Liboiron  from Hemlock Grove.  Those eyes!  He’s got the Jared Leto liner-eyes down without the liner!  He also hails from Canada (must be something in the water!)

Next it was Eric Balfour from Haven.  He has a roguish charm and to me he has the air of a modern day pirate, and pirates are sexy, no?  Plus he has the distinction of being one of the few actors who had actual sex on camera (look up Lie With Me) so, there’s that…plus he’s sexy as hell, and even fronts a band!  Multi-talented!

All of these men are swoon-worthy IMO, and I’ve had many an enjoyable fantasy at their expense.  But, once I discovered Supernatural, and Jensen Ackles, I realized I had found male perfection.  I had, in fact, experienced actual EYEGASM.  Not only that, science confirms his perfectuosity.  You read that right.  See below:

The interesting thing about this man is that as gorgeous as his stills are, watching him in motion is what grabs you:  the play of muscle over bone; a wink, a pout, a flash of those perfect teeth…he makes love to the camera, and the camera loves him back.   I can’t imagine any red-blooded woman anywhere not turning to butter at the thought of this man naked and needy.  YouTube has numerous fan girl vids, (understandably), but I recommend looking up Supernatural vids, like the blooper reels, so as to avoid annoying background music or the slash stuff.  Don’t get me wrong, slash is ok, but my focus is purely the beauty of Jensen’s facial expressions.  To get you started, here’s this–it does have a soundtrack, but it’s kind of funny:

Anyway, see for yourself.  And, you’re welcome.

Brushes with the Paranormal-part 6:  The strange case of the disappearing bomber…

•July 7, 2016 • Leave a Comment

I live in a sleepy town in Northern California.  Usually not much happens here, but sometimes we do have a brush with the paranormal or the unexplained.  The incident I’m about to relate did happen, but because I didn’t make note of the day or time, or otherwise document it, I can’t be specific about when it occurred, other than to say it was very green and lush so I’d guess it was Spring or maybe early Summer, within a year or so of this writing.  I was driving south down the Skyway to Chico, (can’t recall why), and the roadway was pretty empty around me.  There were other cars but they were far enough away that I felt alone on my bit of road.

I was about midway down the stretch between Paradise and Chico and I was admiring the view off to my right, which we locally call “The Little Grand Canyon,” or Honey Run Canyon.  Honey Run bridge is one of the few remaining covered bridges in California.  The canyon itself is quite vast, and snakes north, with Butte creek meandering quietly through.  

Anyway, as I’m hitting the halfway point I realized that suddenly, out of nowhere, this very large plane, like a cargo plane or a bomber, is to my right.  (I should point out I am no expert on plane types, I’m just giving my best guess as to its identification).  I did not see it approach, nor did I see it in my rear view as I passed it.  It’s possible that its approach may have been hidden by my position behind some trees, but I was coming from an uphill vantage point so I had the higher elevation relative to its approach, and I did not see it in the distance as I came downhill.  That said, while it was visible to me there was nothing to hinder my view.  Its appearance was sudden, and silent, and inexplicable.  It was also extremely low, on a par with the canyon rim.  Immediately I began trying to rationalize why it was there:  was it a fire bomber?  No, there were no fires in the area…  Was it military?  Perhaps, but why fly so low and travel in a canyon that was bound to narrow further on?  Not only that, but it seemed to travel very slowly as it flew.  Also, the silence of the plane was a surprise because as a rule, bombers are very noisy and droning.  That close it should have vibrated my whole car!  

As suddenly as it appeared, it was gone, and I could find no mention of it in local news or papers, or even online.  I began to wonder if it had been cloaked, and maybe the cloaking malfunctioned?  Was it some super secret government spy plane?  Was it a time space anomaly that I just happened to witness?  I don’t know, and I suppose I’ll never know, but I’ve thought of it often since it happened, and decided I’d go ahead and go on record as having seen it in case anyone else out there may have seen it or perhaps something similar.  

2012 in review

•December 30, 2012 • 1 Comment

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,700 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 5 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

Shout Out to a Man Of His Word–Moldman88

•December 26, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Wanted to give a shout out to an ebay merchant who went way beyond good customer service–over a year ago, I purchased a personalized license plate frame which I was informed was a prototype, and which the seller offered to replace once he got stock in. I told him I was happy with the prototype, but he surprised me about a week ago by sending 2 of the finished design!


In appreciation, I said I would give him credit publicly. Therefore, I wish to thank ebay merchant Moldman88 for remembering me and for proving that good customer service is NOT dead, and that we should all remember to shop with the independent merchants instead of putting our dollars in the pockets of big corporations who dont care about us as people.

Folks who want to visit his ebay store can go here:


Brushes with the Paranormal-Ghosts part 5

•October 26, 2012 • 2 Comments

With this post I am widening my series to include a narrative by someone I only just recently became connected with, but whose story is important enough to bear repeating.  About 2 months ago, I happened to be watching the SYFY channel’s Paranormal Witness program.  I had no idea that by the end of the show I’d be so stunned by the revelations that I would actively seek out the woman who was sharing her story–but that is what happened.

Before I delve into the topic, I just want to send a little gratitude to my son, who positively HATES it when I watch all my spooky ghost shows, but ends up watching them with me (mostly because I have the remote LOL!)

Ok, now for the specifics.  The episode in question, The Apartment, aired 9/12/12 @ 10pm.  In content, it was much like other stories of ghost activity: moved objects, unexplained activity, brief sightings etc, but this story had an added twist:  serial nightmares.  And, it was local.  For me, that was the clincher.  Below is the local newspaper account  of the facts:

Ten years ago, Jodi Foster hopped on a train with her 2-year-old daughter, Hannah, and made her way from rural Montana to Chico. She had fond memories of this town, where she’d spent a summer in 1997 caring for her grandmother. With the help of a few friends, she found a nice, two-bedroom apartment on Parmac Road and moved their modest belongings with hopes of creating a home.

But within mere hours of being in the new apartment, Foster got an uneasy feeling. It was as if someone was watching her, she said. Unable to put her finger on what was wrong, she pushed the feelings aside, reassuring herself that her cute, clean apartment was just fine.

Something lingered, though, and before long she started having dreams, vivid accounts of strange events and places she’d never been.

The article goes on to detail the series of dreams that Jodi had, all revolving around a young woman who was abducted and tortured by a couple until finally the young woman is murdered.   One odd aspect about the young woman was her silence–she spoke instead through her eyes.  In one of the most vivid dreams, Jodi sees the actual murder, and the woman mouths the words ‘help me.’  The paranormal activity isnt confined to dreams either:  objects were continually being moved, and at one point heaped in a pile on the bed, with Jodi’s daughter’s stuffed Ernie doll repeating “I feel great” in rapid succession.  This proves to be the last straw and Jodi complains to the Apartment manager who agrees to relocate Jodi to a different complex in exchange for not speaking about the haunting.  Jodi agrees and moves across town, gets a new job, and becomes involved in a relationship.

At first, Jodi does not realize that the people and events she is being shown are real, but after researching stories of abduction in the local library, Jodi learned the name of the young woman (Marie Spannake) and her address  at the time of her abduction–the very same apartment that Jodi had rented!   A picture in the article confirmed this was the same woman who appeared to Jodi in her dreams, and whose body was never found.  Armed with a name,  a face, and some additional details from recent dreams, Jodi contacts a local crime journalist who relates details of a similar kidnapping in a nearby town.  The victim in that crime was kept prisoner for several years before managing to break free.    Her captors were arrested, and the wife (Janice) agreed to testify against her husband in exchange for immunity.  During her testimony, the wife mentioned that she and her husband had abducted another woman the previous year–Marie Spannake.

Jodi got in touch with local police and gave them every detail she could think of, including what she believed to be geographic coordinates of the location where Marie’s body was buried.  Because the case was still considered open, they could not confirm anything.    Jodi then contacted an investigative reporter who was able to get a copy of Janice’s interrogation.  One small detail explained why Marie didnt speak–her vocal chords were severed.

Unfortunately, even armed with the information Jodi supplied, local police were unable to locate Marie’s body and the case remains unsolved.   Janice has since begun a career as a therapist, and works for a nearby County.  As a result of her testimony, Janice’s husband was convicted and is currently serving time in prison.  He is due to be released for parole shortly.   Jodi herself has seen her life transformed.   Journals she kept detailing her dreams were eventually compiled and edited into a book Forgotten Burial-A restless spirit’s plea for justice and can be ordered HERE.

Jodi also has a blog with additional videos, articles and other information.  (link:  http://hauntedhousejodifoster.blogspot.com/)

I guess it goes without saying (but Im saying it anyway!) that if you, or anyone you know may have info that may be of use in this ongoing investigation, please contact Chico Police.  They can be reached the following ways:

If you would like to report a crime or activity, please call (530) 895 – 4911, use our Online Crime Report Form, or download our printable Crime Report Form for mailing or drop off at Chico P.D.

Marie Spannake deserves to rest in peace, but more than that, she deserves justice.    With that I think I’ll close with my usual


They got a name for that too: Earworms.

•May 4, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Really?  Earworms?

No, I’m not talking about some horrific Star Trek torture (although it has been used on the original series),  I’m talking about the phenomenon where a song gets stuck in your head and wont go away.  The term ‘earworm’ comes from the German word ‘ohrwurm,’ and refers to the insidious path of travel from ear to brain.

If that has happened to you, Good News!  You’re not alone!  In fact according to a 2003 study done at the University of Cincinnati by James Kellaris, 98% of us have experienced the phenomenon at some point in our lives.  The study also said that persons with compulsive tendencies and persons who consider music important in their lives are more likely to be affected.  Another study done in 2010 by C. Phillip Beaman and Tim Williams from Reading University found that 9 out of 10 experienced the phenomenon for an hour or longer, and that the songs that tended to get ‘stuck’ depended more upon the individual’s connection to the song, rather than any inherent quality of the song itself–which would account for the wide diversity between genres of songs stuck in people’s heads.  According to Kellaris, songs with lyrics tend to get stuck approximately 74% of the time, followed by commercial jingles at 15%, and tunes without lyrics bringing up the rear at 11%.  Kellaris noted that the phenomenon is most irritating to musicians and women.  The participants of Kellaris’ study identified these Top 10 offenders:

  1. Other. Everyone has his or her own worst earworm.
  2. Chili’s “Baby Back Ribs” jingle.
  3. “Who Let the Dogs Out”
  4. “We Will Rock You”
  5. Kit-Kat candy-bar jingle (“Gimme a Break …”)
  6. “Mission Impossible” theme
  7. “YMCA”
  8. “Whoomp, There It Is”
  9. “The Lion Sleeps Tonight”
  10. “It’s a Small World After All”

Interesting tidbit:  famous authors Mark Twain and Edgar Allen Poe suffered from earworms and wrote about them.  Mark Twain wrote “A Literary Nightmare” about a jingle you can only get rid of by transferring it to another person, and Edgar Allen Poe mentioned the malady in his work “The Imp of the Perverse.”  Of course they aren’t the only famous people to suffer from earworms, but they were the most noteworthy names I came across in researching this blogpost.

So, we all have earworms.  What to do?

There is no guaranteed cure, but suggestions include:

  1. Listen to a different song
  2. Get your mind occupied with something else
  3. Pass it on to a friend (my personal favorite!)

Unfortunately, none of those techniques work with me.  As I’ve mentioned before in previous posts, my brain seems to think I need an inner soundtrack to accompany me 24/7.  Well, not when Im actually sleeping, but jolly well up until that point!  The songs change (thank goodness) but its quite normal for me to have the same song stuck in my head for lengthy time frames.  A week or two is fairly common for me, but I have been known to have been obsessed with a certain group for YEARS.  Perhaps my brain is used to a constantly playing inner soundtrack…I dunno.  I am not currently glued to my stereo, nor have I ever really been.  Most of my audible musical contact is during commute to and from work.  But whether I actually physically hear a song or not, it doesn’t take much for a song to take root in my head and stay there until further notice.  For example, a friend posted random song lyrics on his news feed, apparently hoping to see if he could stump anyone as to what song it came from.  I recognized the song right away and posted random lyrics of my own and BAMMO!  I now hear Tommy TuTone’s “867-5309” in my head.  Today is day 3.  Because I am obsessive/compulsive, I went immediatly to YouTube and got the audio track so I could PHYSICALLY hear it.  The sad truth is, my brain will have to get tired of that song before it goes away.  And knowing myself as I do…..I may be hearing this for a long time to come.  Personally, I kind of like it.  Its the folks around me who are driven crazy!

Speaking of crazy, check this out:

Fun links:

  1. http://earwurm.com/song-in-my-head/
  2. http://earwormery.com/ (fill out questionnaire about your earworms!)
  3. http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/observations/2011/11/11/vote-for-the-most-annoying-earworm-poll/     (vote for most annoying earworm from the list)

How about you?  What earworms have taken up residence in your brain lately?





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