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In California, in the year nineteen thirty-nine,
at Culver City, a movie studio was fine.
Metro Goldwyn Mayer was the largest company.
They produced the best motion pictures people could see.
Early in the year, they would make a large announcement.
A musical would be their next big accomplishment.
Based after L. Frank Baum’s turn-of-the-century tale,
president Louis B. Mayer hoped it would not fail.
Victor Fleming accepted the role as director.
Many problems on the set made him a corrector.
He would soon tell Mr. Mayer what was up ahead.
This is what he said to MGM’s studio head:
“Well Mr. Mayer, we have to tote a heavy load,
if we’re to start them following the yellow brick road.
Every day, it seems we always have a new hold up.
We ran into some problems with that silver makeup.
Tin man Buddy Ebsen almost died the other day.
We had to get him to the hospital right away.
We are way behind schedule. Get somebody new.
Find that actor Jack Haley; it looks like he will do!”
There was still much work to do to accomplish it all.
They still had to find more people less than four feet tall.
Actress Shirley Temple was number one choice to call.
In getting her to play the lead, there was soon a stall.
Louis B. Mayer made this summation of it all:
“Fox Studios will not let her out of her contract.
The men in charge there do not want us making contact.
So as long as those bums will not let us have Shirley,
we will need a girl to play this part of Dorothy.”
To be continued
Remember stuck on
band-aid brand,
Because band-aid
is stuck on you?
Remember when
the furniture was
Made from wicker
and bamboo?
Remember three
on a bike with
the banana-seat.
Remember the
Magazine called,
Tiger Beat?
Remember putting
playing cards
On your spoke?
Remember everywhere
There was second
hand smoke.
Remember when a
man cost six
million dollars?
Remember eating
at Farrell's Ice
Cream parlors?
Remember the woman
that was bionic?
Remember all the cool
New Electronics?
Remember the TV
went off the air?
Remember watching
Sonny and Cher?
Remember playing
Red Rover, Red Rover?
Remember the kodak
Camera Instant exposure?
Remember playing tag
And dodge-ball?
Remember black light
Posters on the wall?
Remember at ten pm
the TV would ask,
Do you know where
your children are?
Remember riding around
with no seat-belts
in the car?
Remember watching
Don Kirshner's
Rock concert on
the Weekends?
Remember how
you felt about
Your friends?
Remember the Oscar
Mayer wiener song?
Remember watching
Up In Smoke
With Cheech
and Chong?
Remember shag carpet
And Tupperware?
Remember the
bowl cuts
For your hair?
Remember putting
aluminum foil on the
Antenna to get
better reception?
Remember your moms
green chip
Stamp collection?
Remember with a
note from Mom,
You could buy cigarettes?
Remember the 1970's
Chevy Corvettes.
Remember tie-dye,
A pair of Dittos?
Remember rolling
skating rinks,
And disco.
TURBO1904?
A little retail R & R is what I really needed today
Driving while listening to John Mayer all the way
Life can get complicated and sometimes it’s too much
Time for some retail therapy in new make up or a clutch
I am the queen of maxinista’s and needed my fix
A great day off to listen to Mayer and find my picks
I see the store ahead, I am feeling giddy, can’t wait
No guilt in spending, my bills are paid, nothings late!
I must stop and check out the clearance bags
Nothing to my liking today as I see the pricey tags
I found a new eyebrow pencil and some fancy body wash
I love to smell nice while I am trying to dress and look posh
Oh, what wonderful cooking woks and some house wares!
I check over the woks for imperfections while the clerk stares
I almost forgot the clearance isle of women’s clothes on sale
I may be getting into trouble, afraid my budget’s starting to fail
I find two cute summer shirts that fit and add them to my cart
Working the store for deals is somewhat of a talented art
I can’t forget about my dog, he needs a new addition too
and find a perfect soft, stuffed and squeaky elephant toy in blue
As I check out, I am pleased I did not break the bank
Relaxing and driving while listening to Mayer on a full tank
I just needed some Mayer and retail R & R on this holiday
I am ready for the work week ahead after my little get away!
The lead role was in many a wishing female heart.
Numerous young actresses auditioned for the part
Mr. Fleming said, “We’re looking at girls day and night,
We have seen scores of them, and not one of them seems right.
If you want me to tell you, it might sound very cold.
Some of these girls are not right for this. They are too old!
Lots of them are plainly awful! They will not be missed!
We can drop a few names here; that should shorten the list.
I know we have quite a difficult choice here, L. B.
Therefore, we should be considering this girl Judy.
All right Mr. Mayer, so she was not our first choice.
Let’s try her anyway; she’s got a good singing voice.”
So the studio head gave Judy a chance that day.
With not much time, here is what Mr. Mayer would say:
“I think this girl will do, she seems better than the rest.
Will somebody please get a tight corset for her chest?”
Things were not much better in the music department.
Mr. Mayer described the current predicament:
“Each of these guys writing songs is an ignoramus.
I saw the final products they came up with for us.
Look at this song here; we should sweep it under the rug!
Who will ever sing a bit titled “The Jitterbug”?
However, here is one that is lousy as can be:
“Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
away above the chimney tops.
That’s where you’ll find me?”
I cannot stand to hear this song; it really must go!
Even the title stinks; it’s called ‘Over the Rainbow‘” !
Material to write this poem came from several sources, most notably the book "The MGM Story", and added features to the DVD edition of "The Wizard of Oz"
something went bad in the fridge and it smells just like feet
and at one point in time it was something to eat
but now its a haven for bacteria and mold
its not fit for consumption or for the stomach to hold
it was'nt the ham or the turkey or par-kay
the fruits were just fine and the milk was okay
i looked over the food that was left on the tray
and the left overs was made just yesterday
i reached over and opened the vegetable bin
and everything was fine when i looked there within
i asked myself then what could that awful stench be
that assaulted my nostrils and kept torchering me
i looked at the shelf and glanced at the 12 dozen eggs
then i asked myself could it be the custard i made?
i looked in the corner behind the kool-aid
there was oscar mayer balogne starting to fade
EWWW!!! YUCK!!!! GROSS!!!!
i'll never eat with toast !!!!
my balogne had a first name
but it never had a host.
lol :)
Number one with cartoons were William Hanna and Joseph Barbera.
They started at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer in Culver City, California.
These two were the co-creators of the famous Tom and Jerry.
Beginning in 1957 was some of their amazing history.
So many of their other creations attained immense popularity.
Who doesn't know Yogi Bear, Quick Draw Mc Graw, and Pixie and Dixie?
Nearly everyone remembers The Flintstones, Jetsons, and Jonny Quest.
Scooby Doo, The Wacky Races, and Fantastic Four, are among the rest.
Both men are gone now, but they are still considered the best.
I thank both wikipedia.org and youtube.com for information I obtained to write this poem
If there ain't no Bacon in Heaven
I'm gonna keep right on sinning
For hell's where I rather be
If I can enjoy my BLT
Now don't be a judging
No use of nudging
If there ain't no Bacon in Heaven
Then Heaven ain't for me
That pure smell of delight
That gets you to jump up from night
Bacon for breakfast, yes siree
Bacon Bacon all for me
The smell of Bacon
The taste of Bacon
The flavor of Bacon
Crispy, chewy, fry or bake
Bacon Bacon for goodness sake
If there ain't no Bacon in Heaven
That's hard for me to believe
For how could there be no Bacon in Heaven
When Oscar Mayer is the patron saint of meat candy
Yes there is Bacon in Heaven
Saint Peter those angel wings are mine
The taste of Bacon can only be Divine.
I’m laying here with a broken heart
Sweet Girl, remembering you..
Is the hardest part
John Mayer is singing slow
On the radio..
Why did you have to go
These empty words repeating
And it’s a lie to say I feel your spirit
Your voice, I almost hear it
That soft touch is just beyond
You’re all the lyrics of my song
It’s not true your smiling down on me
Is that our baby with you I see
No, that’s sorrow’s wishful thinking
But soon I’ll believe cause I’ve been drinking
And if somehow I fall from this bed
Dripped in tears and dread..
I couldn’t get any lower
Hopeless cries from sore knees
I can’t breathe
Begging please..
But you’re already gone
And it’s a lie to say I feel your spirit
Your voice, I almost hear it
That soft touch is just beyond
You’re all the lyrics of my song
It’s not true your smiling down on me
Is that our baby with you I see
No, that’s sorrow’s wishful thinking
But soon I’ll believe cause I’ve been drinking
Yeah...
Sweet Girl.. I’m gonna feel your spirit
Your voice, I almost hear it
That soft touch is just beyond
You’re all the lyrics of my song
Soon I’ll feel you smiling down on me
Is that our baby with you I see
And everything’s gonna be alright
In my dreams I’m with you tonight
I’m with you tonight
I’m with you tonight
~Lyric Man
Note:
It’s December, it’s foggy and rainy, but that fits. Of course, a rainy Saturday means gathering in the common room with my roommates and watching either “The Hunger Games” or “Twilight.” Leong’s never seen Twilight, believe it or not, what are they DOing in China? We were explaining that It’s ok to talk through Twilight because it’s completely senseless. Yeah, good times.
We got back from Thanksgiving break, and we had to hit it - grinding to squeeze half a semester into 18 days. It’s a cornucopia of pressure. So, we’ve hit the books, but we’re still us.
Here’s a question: What’s the first season in December? “Spotify wrapped” season! EVERYONE has Spotify and once a year you get a summary of your listening habits. The reports came out this week and it’s all people are talking about. Comparing their lists, artists, tastes. Those lists say a lot about someone and it’s ok to not have taste, we should normalize it.
My top artist was Taylor Swift (duh) my top song was Taylor Swift’s “Renegade,” Spotify says I listened to it 285 times but that’s biased because more than once, when writing a paper, I put that song on a loop for 6 hours. My second most listened to song was “Champagne Problems” By Taylor. That song is so Rory, Gilmore Girls coded - like Rory saying, “you're on your own.” My other top artists are TV Girl, the backseat lovers and hypo campus. Yeah, I roll big.
Taylor’s also been in the conversation because Sophie has an ex-fem-friend (a freshman) who started seeing *a 45-year-old guy*. Let me ask you, what does a 45-year-old man have in common with an 18-year-old girl? We have Yale friends in their early 20s who still consider themselves teenagers and children and THEY are horrified. It’s naked fracking pedophilia. (Sorry, that one foamed over.)
The whole situation is ripped from Taylor’s 2010 masterpiece “Dear John,” which is about her dating John Mayer when she was 19 and he was 30-something. Her friends warned her, but she wouldn’t hear. Taylor Swift can be corny, and I love the corn, but she can be topical too and even though I was 7 when she released “Dear John” (2010), it’s a timeless lesson.
An early morning sunrise while hearing the birds sing
When winter is finally over with the early signs of spring
Gardening and planting flowers and seeing them bloom
Watching the hummingbirds fly, as they zip and zoom
A walk with my dog in the early morning hours of the day
A call from a friend who I miss, since they moved away
A surprise from the weather when seeing a beautiful rainbow
Or enjoying the rare night viewing of the aurora borealis glow
An afternoon of reading outside while watching the birds
And escaping into the mystery book and its chilling words
Listening to John Mayer music while driving in my car
While going on excursions to new antique stores or a bazaar
A trip to the ocean to hear the waves crash along the shore
And feel my toes in the sand while watching seagull’s score
A quiet night home with my husband watching a Netflix show
A Friday workday when it’s almost the weekend and time to go