For Comma Lovers Everywhere ~ @ Behler Blog, The Oxford Comma…’Nuf said. This made my week and filled me with glee. Click on over.
For Food Lovers ~ @ Inspired Taste, Joanne’s 46 Superbowl Recipes. Small bites, dips, sweets, drinks. Have mercy! Love this site. What are you waiting for? Also, big giveaways all month. Click, man, click.
I’ve been thinking about The Kiss, like we think about The One. All week long, It’s In His Kiss (The Shoop Shoop Song, a 1964 hit single by Betty Everett) has been going through my head. Others have recorded it since then, Aretha Franklin comes to mind, but I’m humming Betty. Okay. Sometimes, I’m actually belting it out. Sorry, sweetie. We all know I’m tuneless.
“If you wanna know, if he loves you so,…” One look at these couples and you think, oh yeah, it’s definitely in the kiss — from the sweet caress, to the playful buss, to the smooch, to the full clinch, tongue-dueling lip-lock that’ll set off sparklers in your brain like the 4th of July.
In the movie, French Kiss, to distract Kate (Meg Ryan) from her fear of flying, Luc (Kevin Kline) starts a dialog with Kate about the first time. For Luc, this was at age 12 with Magda, a putain or prostitute. He said, “To kiss a prostitute, it costs more. It has always been.” Kate nods. “…You could probably disconnect from everything else, but a kiss…All I mean is a kiss is where the romance is.” Evidently, Luc thought so, too, because he told Kate that the next day he stole 50 francs from his brother, “…and I went back and I kissed Magda for half an hour.”
Faith Hill, in her 1998 hit single, calls it “unstoppable,” “unsinkable,” This Kiss.
We’ve all read heroes who can deliver on the kiss. Boy, have we ever! The Morelli Kiss flashes through my brain. You know, the one in Hot Six where Stephanie’s “undies floated to the floor.” (Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series, http://www.evanovich.com). I know. All you Plum fans are thinking, “Wait! What about the Ranger Kiss?” Sorry. So many kisses, so little column.
How about you? Have you got a favorite story hero who delivers on the kiss? And, is the romance really in the kiss?
You experience a long drought — a dry spell, I tell ya — when there just aren’t any movies out there to see in Matinee-land.
I’m trying not to obsess over the lack of an accent mark over that first e. MW says either/or, but this just screams “knee” to me, not “nay”. Saturday, we went to the mati(knee).
Moving along.
All of a sudden — bam! — you’re seeing one movie right after another.
Yep. That’s what happened to us.
Yep. Yep. We leave our hearth and home and travel down the road to mingle with other bipedal uprights; slouching in chairs with feet up on rails, and consuming copious quantities of coke and popcorn — not me!
We go to The Show.
We risk the traffic, the weather, the potential for creepy crawlies to well… creep and crawl, the fug air, and our precious ears for the big screen experience.
I can’t speak for Mr. G, honey, but part of the big screen experience for me is audience reaction. I want to smell it, hear it, taste it, feel it.
When do they laugh? When do they gasp? When do they crawl under the seat like a girl? (Oops. That might be me.) When do they cry like babies?
I’m crying like a baby just watching the trailer for War Horse. I’m not sure I can take it on the big screen.
Recently in Matinee-land, we saw this ~
I wanted to sew all my worldly goods into the hem of my skirt after seeing this film. Monetary thrills and chills.
Then we saw this ~
Help me, Rhonda. I expect Oscar nominations for Michelle Williams and the Cinematographer, Ben Smithard. A truly talented ensemble cast.
And this~
Michell Pfeiffer, I heart you. That is all. I get right into these series vignette movies. Sarah Jessica Parker wins Best Clogs in a Vignette category. The girl can walk the shoe runway.
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For Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup Lovers ~ @ HuffPost Kitchen Daily, Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup Recipe Combos. Six sandwiches to combine with six soups. Be still my Northern Girl heart. Click. On. Over.