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My musings, thoughts, rants, and discoveries. - Scott Maddock

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Allie's Journey

For the next several months this will be dedicated to information pertinent to Allene M. Maddock. Her care has been assumed by Hospice as of 06Apr12.

Please feel free to call or write her. If you call be patient and take time to explain who you are. Currently she remembers, but you have to help her focus so she truly knows who she is talking to at the moment. We have to do this too, and I frequently say something like, "Yes this is Scott, your oldest."

Her phone is area code two-zero-six, and the number is 216 3816.

Her Address:
Allie Maddock
c/o Queen Ann Manor
100 Crockett Street
Seattle, Washington
    98109

Friday, May 30, 2008

Ask Not for Whom the Balls Toll

I'm feeling deeply sad right now. I just saw Harvey Korman died yesterday. I remember him from The Carol Burnett Show and more specifically from Blazing Saddles and numerous supporting movie characters and guest spots on tv shows of the 60's and 70's. His character in Blazing Saddles, Hedley Lamarr, was someone you despised with loving relish and guffaws, and when you booed the screen you were in reality rooting for him. I'll watch it again this weekend. I'll really miss those daffy fellows, even if they were fiction. He brought us silly irreverence for the sake of silly. Something wonderful, and really needed right about now.

It's odd when someone unexpectedly affects you this way when you hear they are gone. I teared up a lot for Elizabeth Montgomery too. Maybe you recognize the distance between you and the innocent joy they brought you, and feel mortality in a more palpable way than we do most days. Or maybe they feel like friends you really should have met.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Stark Raving

You've got to be kidding, Dunkin' Donuts accused of aiding and abetting terrorists, accused by our most insidious domestic terrorists. I've never seen Rachel Ray, but I hope she sues the nutballs that pulled the add for lost revenue and defamation of character. They need to reimburse her for the commercials that won't be aired. It'd be fun to sue faux news, but in a way you have to admire their blatantly cavalier attitude towards fact and truth in pursuit of their overthrow of the american way of life and democracy. Nope, she should go after Dunkin' Dunces. It's obvious they wanted to pull the ad for other reasons, for who would actually let avaricious lunatics dictate their policies. Oh yeah. The american voter...

On the home front. This is a busy week, making me feel a little crazy. Rehearsals or performances every day this week, from last Friday to this coming Sunday, when when Noah Way Out closes. Then to a more sustainable schedule. Having fun, and looking forward to a long sleep Sunday night...

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Snarking For Truth

So, I forgot about the primary election the year before last until too late. I was disenfranchised through no fault of my own. Well I forgot, but golly gee whiz! Let's redo it so my non-compliant vote can be counted.

Ridiculous? Yup, I think so too.

What if I die young, before I'm 54? I think I'll cast my 2008 vote now so I'm not posthumously disenfranchised. Can you imagine anything more viciously vile and villainous than suppressing the dead guy vote?

Ridiculous? Yup, I think so too.

Yet, this is exactly what our neo-con in a pant suit would like us to do and which the fat cats in the DNC smoke filled rooms are too chicken to address.


DISCLAIMER (sort of):
When I was watching one of her speeches yesterday I realized she did something that kicks in one of my biases. I don't trust, and take much longer to warm up to people wearing the botox living death mask. They creep me out. Does she overdo the botox, or work extremely well to mask any show of sincere emotion? Either way, hiding behind a mummified face puts me off and makes me suspicious of what is being hidden. Not surprisingly, I find the look of a botox'd face disturbing and unattractive. Give me a living breathing face over the embalmed one any day.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I'm A Sneak

I just saw the new Indiana Jones movie. It captured the camp and fun of the first installment, so it will appeal on that level to those of us who remember when it came out in 1981. I can't speak for the younger crowd, but I'd guess the formula is the same in a pop culture contextual way.

I went in with anticipation, but guarded expectations. After all, my employer (Expedia) is partnering with LucasFilms, or whatever is the proper marketing term. It's a big promotion for us, and I was worried it would be a little disappointing like the fizzle at the end of the Star Wars. I still haven't made it all the way through the last episode of that one.

I had a great time, and enjoyed the way they handled an older lead. The young guy, Marion's son, is predictably snotty to Indiana. What I enjoyed was his not rising to the bait in typical Hollywood fashion, but going on in his focused almost distracted way when following a clue and winning over the new generation kid just by doing his thing. It felt fun without a contrived or awkward feeling. I was gratified.

I hope it appeals to all, simply because it was good old corny, campy fun in a nostalgic way which the first of the series did in a similar milieu of cookie cutter action movies. It is funny it seems to have come full circle where the action/adventure flicks that are plain old fashioned fun are once again striking a chord. At least for me.

We had a good company meeting, so from a business perspective I hope others have as much fun as I. More importantly I just hope others enjoy the same sense of enjoyable nostalgia. The first movie nailed that feeling, using stereotypical bad Nazis soon after they'd fallen from vogue as baddies needing no exposition. Twenty years later, and stereotypical Soviets fill the same fading niche. It was the first clue this is more romp than anything else. Thank you Expedia for supporting this, and giving me a chance to see a sneak preview two days before release.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Stay The Curse

Has Hillary made such an ass of herself yet that having her on the ticket would hurt Obama? She's shown that she'll "Stay The Course" with no regard for reality or the cost. She is starting to sound more like Bush than McCain. I don't like her. I haven't since she feigned concern for the troops over a year after the story broke about the lack of body and humvee armor, and the inadequacy of the overpriced items that actually made it to the combat arena. You can't talk about leadership when you're doing no more than following the polls. Especially if you can't even do that in a timely manner. Give lip service to the polls while going down the wrong path without regard to the rest of the world. I didn't admire Bill much, but she sounds more like she'd continue the infinitely worse Bush legacy.

I suppose I could be like Hillary and refuse to vote for Obama if she is on the ticket. I won't like putting the democratic version of Dick in the VP slot, but I'll swallow my anger if I have to. Still, I'd be nervous about accepting an invitation to go hunting with her.

As Long As We're In the Aria...

I had an interview with the Seattle Opera during lunch today. They were looking for supernumerary soldiers and guards for Aida. If costuming is okay with it I will be a soldier. They are only on stage briefly, once in the second act. However my height and chest measurements are a smidgen over what they are looking for. Costumes are usually borrowed/rented creating an interesting challenge for production staff. I'm just right for a guard, and there is a possibility there as well because there is one guy who may not be able to work with the schedule. The guards are on stage a lot.

Either way I expect I'd be at the back of the group, because they are looking for people of color. So, I don't expect much of my training would be called for, but what the Hell? What a terrific experience, being in rehearsals and performances with world class operatic talents. My fingers are crossed, and if I'm not needed for this show I'm now in the database and according to my friend Gregory (who I need to look up again), I'm a size and type they are often looking for.

I saw I Puritani on Sunday with Paula. That was a great show, and a few people chuckled when I remarked on the way out, "Nobody died, what kind of opera is that?" Then we met up with Steve and my folks for supper. My folks saw the matinee of The Diary of Ann Frank at the Intiman, which was a great show. I saw it Saturday night. I knew the Actor who played Mrs. Frank, Amy Thone. She played King John in the all female production I raved about a while back. I still think that was the best Shakespeare production I've ever seen.

Now, the title role in Ann Frank was played Lucy DeVito, who has rather famous parents. I got to wondering if Danny and Rhea comes to her shows. Which got me to thinking how lucky I am to have my Dad and Stepmom come to so many of my shows. He and Joyce live in Arizona during the miserable months, and if they are visiting when I'm doing a show they come. And the rest of the year they make time to come to my shows. Something I enjoy as deeply as I appreciate. I'd say the enjoyment appreciates.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Organized Catastrophe

A natural disaster of Epic proportions. The militaristic government doesn't act. Well, they do turn away foreign aid and workers out of misplaced paranoia and pride. Katrina. Now, Myanmar. A little over half-way through his regime george w bush managed to make our country indistinguishable from Myanmar when taking car of a domestic disaster.

The gall never ends. The most distended bladders of any sort occupy our halls of power. I remember how we arrogantly turned away foreign aid, with all those neocon panties in a twist because of some imagined slight? Yet they turned Black Water's criminally inclined mercenaries loose in the New Orleans with weapons release authority/discretion. Oh, but they had a handle on the situation, they said so then and most of them say so now. I guess that blinds them to the psychotic irony of their indignation over Myanmar doing the same thing.

I'm embarrassed and more than simply ashamed our leadership can't even attempt charity without over-politicizing it. We can't accept unconditional charity when struck by tragedy. We can't offer unconditional charity when others are struck by tragedy. Instead we we strive to make the any situation worse thanks to the cartoonish posturing of our chicken-hawk administration.