Jingle Bell Rock? What the...?


It ain't no Rebel Yell that's for sure. It's not even remotely good, in fact it's f'ing terrible.

I can't bear it anymore. Someone wake me up from this nightmare... The 80's are definitely over. Is it just me or does he look like someone's Grandma?

This is what happens to iconic musicians who live far past their prime. Can you imagine if Elvis, Jimi Hendrix and Kurt Cobain would have lived? Yeesh! Jim Morrison? The horror...

The greatest Thanksgiving bit ever to hit the TV airwaves:


Oh how I miss WKRP. Poor Les Nessman.

No words, just dancing to popular music. Pretty funny stuff. Yes Carol, he does do the worm. Thanks to Mark from Hollywood North Report for the link.

I can't believe it! There's a video of the notorious Bridgewater, NS (I think late) alleged homosexual icon, Raymond Huey (or it might be Raymond Hewey) , on YouTube!


The older gentleman in the video is Raymond. He was teased endlessly by the kids (and some adults) in my hometown for years for events that may or may not have taken place around WWII having to do with himself and some sailors being "blown ashore" when it was still actually a crime to be gay.

I remember the eccentric Raymond being the butt of many a joke over the years. His first name even became the substitute for gay, e.g. "Don't be such a Raymond!" I'm not proud to say that I took part as well. Respect for my elders? What's that? We prank called Raymond on many occaisions from sailing school. Poor old codger...

Some of my personal memories of him are his yelling and cussing at the screen during matinee movies on Saturdays and Sundays frequented by children and their folks. My grandmother told me stories of Raymond attending every funeral in town, supposedly for the sandwiches.

One story I remember fondly is of Mom driving Rachel, my sister, and her friend, who were both just 10 or so at the time, to a sports event. The girls were being rowdy and as Mom drove down King Street she warned the girls that if they weren't good she'd drop them at Raymond Huey's house. The girls continued and Mom, true to her word, pulled into Raymond's driveway and drove up to his house asking the girls to get out. They were hysterical. Good one Ma.

Anyway, there's a post about Raymond Huey on the Internet now and this is it. I'm not even sure he's alive although there's an R Huey listed in Bridgewater on Canada411.ca. I can't imagine why he'd still be listed with all the teasing, myabe he liked the attention. If he's still alive he's got to in his 90's.

Work has really taken it out of me. I've been so into it I'd lost all desire to blog. My posting had been tapering off until last month I'd just had it. Ending on a post about a movie focused on people leaping from the Golden Gate Bridge doesn't look so good.

I'm okay. No bridges for me... I'm scared of heights anyway. :)

I'm taking another look at the direction I'm headed career wise. I still want to be involved in the movie business, but the whole DGC thing is looking less and less attractive as time goes on. I'm not sure I want to be a professional PA for the years it takes to climb the ladder toward either Production Manager or First Assistant director. I am 37 years old after all. The hours suck, the pay isn't so great and physically I'm bagged. Basically all I see in that direction is dealing with logistics and not a hell of a lot of room for creativity which is why I wanted to be in the business in the first place.

Props and the rest of the art department is looking attractive. I still get to be on set and involved and have a more creative say in what things look like. I have to get my PAL (that's firearms Possession and Acquisition Licence) so I can buy, rent and handle the weapons for films. I like playing with guns so that could be fun.

On the last movie, Loch Ness (A horror movie about the Loch Ness monster eating teens in Lake Superior), I got to stand in on set for the props department when they were busy and help make sure actors had what they needed for a scene. Kind of fun handing off "pills" and a glass of water on cue.

Anyway, I'm back to blogging. I doubt anyone but Carol and maybe the folks in NS will read this, but I'm here.