Sunday, October 31, 2010

ON MOVIES ~ Trashed...

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MONDAY MOVIE MEME

Molly looked around for a weekly meme about movies and did not have any luck. So therefore she decided to start her own! Andy will play along as well - hopefully you will too. Go to your blog and create your own post on the topic, linking back to us in your post, then come back and leave a link to your post here in our Comments section. If you don’t have a blog, just share your response in the Comments section.

This week's movie topic is all about Boozing...

The Gal Herself suggested a while back that we feature movies where the characters not only imbibe, but they get wasted. Drunk. Trashed. Enjoy the drink a bit more than is healthy. The Bumbles have been known to bumble their way through a happy evening. Thankfully no one was filming. Here are some movies and moments that made us tipsy. Share your selections on your blog, linking back here at The Bumbles. And don't forget to visit your fellow participants!
  • Barfly (1987) - Mickey Rourke playing awful before he lived awful



  • Animal House (1978) - college hijinks



  • Leaving Las Vegas (1995) - committed to dying



  • Revenge of the Nerds (1984) - tricycle riding drunkenness



  • Wayne's World (1992) - Bohemian Rhapsody keeps Phil from spewing



  • The Lost Weekend - (1945) The ultimate bender, Oscar style



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    Thursday, October 28, 2010

    ON BLOGGING ~ Why Don't You Tell Me How You Really Feel?...I'm Trying To But Your Comment Format Really Sucks...

    BlogAnon: Joy of Confession

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    Welcome to our weekly BlogAnon meeting where we confess a particular blogging sin and turn to you for support, suggestions and that blogging bond so we know we're not all alone. Don't be shy. Read along and let us know if you identify with us this week.

    By far the most popular BlogAnon post I've done was the one on blogging pet peeves. Everyone has something that bothers them. And recently, one of our buddies shared theirs with us. She hates it when the comment section does not open up into a new window. She likes to be able to switch over and look at the whole blog without losing her in-process comment. She wondered why we would put our readers through that when we could simply change a setting and make it better. Well. Making the process of leaving a comment for us frustrating is not my goal here people. I want to make it easy for you to tell us whatever you like when you are moved to speak.

    So I began to ponder the pros and cons of comment settings - separate pop-up window or simply forwarding you to a new page? As it stands now, if you want to leave a comment for us you click on the link and are carried to a new page just for commenting. If you want to see the post again, you can click on the link at the top of the page and there it is. But you can't see any of the images. And you can't look at any other part of the blog without being taken away from the comment page and losing anything you had been in the process of typing. That could be annoying. It has happened to me on other blogs quite a few times. I actually do really hate that! I get more annoyed at my own stupidity for falling into the trap - but why set traps at all?

    On the other hand, the more windows you have open, the slower things will run - especially for those not on higher speed connections. It also can confuse newbies or those more techie challenged - they just want to leave a damn comment. Why do I have to keep going to yet another window. I have gotten annoyed at having to close out all these damn windows every time I am done with my comment. It gets drafty in here with double the windows open! I sometimes forget I had that many open. How often do I really need to see more than the text of the post I am commenting on anyway? Do I really need to preserve the blog in one window while commenting in another?

    A final option would be to just have the comments automatically displayed and embedded directly beneath each post. Might this actually encourage people to join the conversation and make a comment if they didn't have to work any further to leave a comment? I'm thinking this might be a pretty sweet option actually. Is there a downside to this method?

    On the one hand, I'm glad for the variety of choices. Because everyone has their own taste and opinion. But on the other hand, everyone has their own taste and opinion and someone will always have a beef with the choice you make. But I appreciate someone else's perspective on things - if nothing else it makes me consider something that was really just a default. But is it MY default? Hmmmm.


    Comments make the blogosphere go 'round. How do you prefer to leave them? Which method do you have in place on your blog? Vote below for what you would prefer from the Bumbles - and of course, feel free to leave a comment too - even though for the time being you have to move away to a new page. Sorry!

    **UPDATE - the poll results showed a split preference between new window and embedded.  We decided to change to the new window option.  Thanks for your input!**

    Wednesday, October 27, 2010

    ON FUN ~ Tricky Teens...


    As Halloween approaches I am looking forward to the tradition of our friends' pumpkin carving party. Andy carved the above tribute to the Red Sox fresh off their incredible 2004 World Series victory. This year he might carve a Bruins logo, or maybe the Patriots' flying Elvis logo. Who knows. There are always the traditional scary cut-out designs to consider too. That's the fun of Halloween - you never know what to expect. Especially when you open the door to the Trick or Treaters.

    My fondest memory of Trick or Treat does not come from an actual Halloween experience. It comes as a teenager in September. Which is certainly unexpected. And that was exactly the idea. One of my high school classes was Sociology and we were required to work in teams to perform a sociological experiment to gauge reaction to an out of the ordinary event and write a paper about it. My best buddies and I decided originally to bring a pizza into McDonald's and see what would happen. When nothing happened we had to come up with Plan B.

    Plan B evolved while hanging out in my friend's basement, pilfering from her folks' pantry of food in search of Chips Ahoy. On our way back upstairs we noticed old boxes of clothes - dress-up clothes, old uniforms, outdated shirts. It was September and a bizarre idea was born. What if we put together some costumes and went Trick or Treating a month early? That would certainly count as an out of the ordinary event. Not to mention that we might actually get some free snacks out of the deal.

    As you know, Halloween displays start showing up as soon as Labor Day ends. And that was our reasoning. As we approached our first house we decided our explanation to the confused homeowner would be that the early Halloween displays had resulted in such inspiration that we could wait no longer and decided to get a jump on the competition. Besides, a group of harmless teenage girls in silly costumes could hardly result in problems.

    Our first house actually belonged to our high school gym teacher and he was kind. I think we actually blurted out why we were really ringing his bell just to get the nerves out. When he sent us and our pillow case candy bags away with some granola bars we knew we needed to switch to a neighborhood of strangers to get a true cross section of responses for our experiment.

    Well. Let me tell you. This was an interesting evening. We giggled a lot. We flirted a bit. And every now and then we turned tail and ran. It was very surprising to me that the majority of the people in the homes we visited actually answered mid-evening doorbells and then, when confronted with elated "Trick or Treat!" cries from costumed teens, scrounged through their cabinets for something to fill our candy sacks. Microwave popcorn. Pop-Tarts. Apples. Pizza coupons. Packages of crackers. Gum. Cookies. People bought our explanation hook, line & sinker. And felt guilty for not having anything better to hand out to unannounced Trick or Treaters in September.

    But there were also the households who refused to answer the door - even though you could see the lights on inside. And there was one house who was angry to be bothered by good for nothing teens. A few calls to the authorities were threatened. But no harm was done - by us or them.

    I don't have the paper that I wrote for that assignment anymore - I wish I did. Because it was really interesting and surprising just how much society wants to conform to the right ideas. To appease eager folks with a logical explanation for unexpected behavior. But I do have a great photo of us in our really lame "costumes" - a snapshot taken of me and my best friends in high school - girls who I still hold close to my heart today. And I have the memory of youthful excitement. A crazy idea that was easier to implement with a crowd of friends. And an evening of random treats eaten from kind people's pantries. Giving us fuel to write that paper. And provide faith in society's members.

    Always be prepared. Welcome dares. Embrace time with friends. And be kind to your Trick or Treaters - young and old. You never know what kind of spirit you inspire in them.

    Monday, October 25, 2010

    ON BOOKS ~ I Beg Of You...

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    How can you turn down that face up there? Isn't she a sweetie! Wish she was mine, but I found her online looking for an image to capture the thought of "Begging."  Because today I'm wondering what you do to get someone to read a book you love.

    When I have just finished a book that I thought was 5 star fabulous the first thing I want to do is find someone else out there to talk to about it.  Preferably someone who was as taken by it as me.  But sometimes I will accept the challenge of debating the book's merits with someone who found it less than incredible.  Goodreads is a great spot to find people who have just read what you did.  But I generally enjoy talking about it with someone I already know.  And if the people I know haven't read it yet, I do what I can to get that book in their hands.

    It is one thing to blather on about how great a book is.  To give a stirring review.  To buy it for someone.  But it is quite another to actually motivate them to read it NEXT.

    So how do you do it?  Do you beg?  Do you put the book in their hands and just sit and stare at them until they actually start reading it?  Read it aloud to them?  Dare them?  Bribe them?  Create a challenge or assignment around it?  I can give people my favorite books until I run out of money.  I can even have a sweet puppy deliver them.  But I can't force them to read them.  What persuasive measures do you go to so that friends, family and strangers don't have to go another day without experiencing the best book ever?

    Sunday, October 24, 2010

    ON MOVIES ~ Horrific Royalty...

    Feature Presentation...
    MONDAY MOVIE MEME

    Molly looked around for a weekly meme about movies and did not have any luck. So therefore she decided to start her own! Andy will play along as well - hopefully you will too. Go to your blog and create your own post on the topic, linking back to us in your post, then come back and leave a link to your post here in our Comments section. If you don’t have a blog, just share your response in the Comments section.

    This week's movie topic is all about The King of Horror...

    Stephen King is dubbed "The King of Horror." The man has had his writing result in over 100 visual productions - shorts, TV episodes, mini-series and full features. If you have never seen a Stephen King production, you must have worked very hard to avoid them. Not all of his stories are horrific. But most of them are. And all of them are great character studies. Elements of the mind are far more scary than creatures. But he likes to create terrifying creatures too. Just to cover all the bases. If the world was to be banned of all King productions save one, which would you save for posterity - to represent the only visual adaptation of his work for the future generations to see? Here is our choice - a unanimous decision. Share your selection on your blog, linking back here at The Bumbles. And don't forget to visit your fellow participants!
      Holy crap. This movie scares the bejeezus out of me. I have seen it at least 100 times. And every time my skin crawls. Stephen King may not have enjoyed Stanley Kubrick's version of his story, but we did. This is entirely because Jack Nicholson embodies Jack Torrance. Boy does he know how to illustrate the extreme of stir crazy.
      I really wish that King's own screenplay for the TV mini-series could have been given to Jack to play. That was a really close version of the novel and the creeping topiary made me have nightmares. The actor from the sit-com Wings did not.
      I read the book many years after having the movie embedded in my brain and was happily surprised to gain so much background knowledge about Mr. Torrance and get some closure on life after the Overlook Hotel.
      I love the book. I love the movie. I love the mini-series. They are all very different from each other. And all equally terrifying to the psyche. Andy agrees. He's only ever seen the movie. And as much as he loves King's other movie stories, this is the one that he felt had to be preserved. As representation of the King of Horror. Evidence of the monster within. 
      **My Honorable Mention goes to Dolores Claiborne (1995). Andy's goes to Misery (1990). Both star Kathy Bates - no relation to Norman. I'm sure you are familiar with Misery - one of film & literature's greatest villains. Dolores Claiborne maybe not so much. Do yourself a favor and rent it ASAP. It is fabulous.**
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    Saturday, October 23, 2010

    ON PHOTOS ~ Fountains...


    10-15-2010 - Bacchante & Infant Faun bronze cast fountain statue by Frederick MacMonnies @ Boston Public Library Courtyard - Boston, MA
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    Thursday, October 21, 2010

    ON BLOGGING ~ Chatty Cathy...


    Our goal in blogging is to interact with as many cool people as possible.  We do that by exchanging comments on each others blogs, via e-mail one-on-one and by live chats.  We added a live chat widget to our blog recently for the purpose of having a spot for coordinated meet-ups here with cool bloggers looking to chat together.

    I researched a little out and about online and decided that Chatroll was the program for us.  It allows for varying levels of use.  You can use it for free forever if you like, provided you want to keep your conversations to a close-knit group of less than 10 at a time.  If you anticipate larger crowds you can buy in at price points that fit your capacity needs, with a 2 week free trial option to test it out before committing to payment.  If you do elect a plan at cost, you can pay month to month without any joining fees or cancellation penalties.

    To insert the chat roll into our blog, I went to their site, created a log-in, and basically copied the code right into our HTML.  Bingo.  There it was - ready for conversation.  The customization page allows for basic controls of your would-be users and the ease of use or level of privacy.  I enjoyed the simplicity of the installation and customization.  There were a few items I had a hard time remembering where to go to modify things, but their Help section solved those issues.

    I put Chatroll to the test last month for our debut Bumble Town Chat and none of the participants had any issues joining in and communicating.  People can chime in without signing in - though it is easier to identify participants if they go back and overwrite the default ID with one of their choosing.  Logging in can be done via social media ID's such as Facebook though some may elect to keep that identity separate for the purposes of blogosphere chats.

    One blogger had never done a live online chat before and figured it out without incident and enjoyed herself without trepidation.  So Chatroll was as easy from a user standpoint as it was for me as a moderator and installer.  Easy to install, easy to customize, easy to use.  Big thumbs up.

    We've got our second Bumble Town Chat tonight at 8:30PM ET - a bookish one to discuss The Handmaid's Tale.  If you've read it, stop on by.  If you haven't read it, stop on by.  The book raises a gazillion fascinating commentaries on society and drama in the world today.  And the rule of Bumble Town Chats is that the participants in the current one set the theme for the next one.  If you can't join us but would like to some other time, leave your suggestion of a topic for a future Chat and tonight's participants may just take it under advisement ;0)

    Wednesday, October 20, 2010

    ON HOME ~ Faithful Options...


    I have shared before here that I am not an especially religious Bumble.  I don't belong to any specific place of worship or participate in any one religion's organized gatherings.  It doesn't mean I have no faith - it just means that I do my practicing internally.  I've attended services in a variety of churches and temples throughout the East Coast.  I have been to countless wedding ceremonies spanning a spectrum of beliefs and traditions.  I find them all to be quite interesting.  Catholic services provide the biggest workout.  Lots of standing and sitting and kneeling going on there.  Greek Orthodox especially appreciate the trinity as well as the incense.  Presbyterians in general are less stuffy and ceremonial.  Baptists are the loudest.  Jews tell the best stories in their message.  I haven't encountered any Muslim or Buddhist temples yet.  I look forward to those experiences some day.

    All religions have the same basic tenant at their core.  A belief in one guiding message with one wise leader showing its followers the way.  It always amazes me the many different ways the collection of humanity decides to practice their religion.  How two people brought up in one religion can end up interpreting that message in completely opposite ways.  How many wars are fought in the name of faith.  How much money is raised.  How many scandals occur.  How much giving is borne.  How many lessons are taught.  How much pride and confidence is gained.  Religions accept, they banish and they forgive.  The ability to recognize our differing allegiances and support our rights to follow them is what makes me most happy to live in the country that I do.

    In this region Catholicism is the majority and not a minority.  But my town of Natick, MA offers many choices in the religious tapestry:
    • Albanian Orthodox
    • Baptist
    • Catholic
    • Christian Scientist
    • Congregational
    • Coptic Orthodox
    • Episcopal
    • Jehovah's Witness
    • Judaism
    • Lutheran
    • Methodist
    • Presbyterian
    • Unitarian
    Massachusetts was settled by Puritans with an idea towards the freedom to worship as you saw fit - until of course the settlers decided to become missionaries to all the local Indians instead.  I'm sure that's why there are so many picturesque New England churches dotting our landscape.  Places of worship come in many different shapes and sizes, with any number of faiths displayed on the shingle outside.  Having the ability to pick and choose which one to follow is a great freedom.  Even if it means creating beliefs of your own.

    Does your town have a variety of faiths represented?  Have you experienced another religion's way of worship?

    Tuesday, October 19, 2010

    ON FAMILY ~ A Girl's Best Friend...


    Meet Cuddles. Cuddles is a well loved bear. Cuddles has been in my life for as long as I can remember. When I was a wee tyke, I remember my grandparents taking me shopping at a toy store and Cuddles is what I picked out. He looked a lot different back then, but so did I.

    I had a room filled with stuffed animals growing up. We moved a lot and so those toys were my friends. I named them all and created intricate lives and adventures for all of them. But Cuddles was always king. He came to bed with me every night where I wrapped my little arms around his soft, fluffy fur and snuggled up for sleep.

    I took him on the road with me too. I brought him with me to visit my other grandparents one time and got so distracted in the process of leaving that I left him behind. You would have thought the world had ended. And for a tiny child, it had. I had abandoned my best friend, left him all alone under the porch stairs where we had been having a fun adventure of one sort or another. I was sure that he was scared and lonely just like I was without him at night. Thankfully for me it was a happy reunion - he was a very forgiving friend.

    Needless to say, Cuddles needed a bath after his night in the dirt under the porch. And although he came through the washer and dryer squeaky clean, he never quite looked or felt the same after that. Mom had to do several repair stitches to keep his stuffing together, but being such an active bear, pieces still managed to fall out dragging along with me.

    Over the years Cuddles absorbed many tears, which resulted in his fur becoming more matted down. Why cry into a pillow when I had such a comforting bear to help me through the tough times? Fights with my brother, punishments from misbehaving, teasing from neighborhood kids for being the new girl in town, stolen boyfriends, bruised egos. Cuddles was my rock.

    In teenage years, it was not cool to have a room full of stuffed animals, much less go to sleep at night with one tucked under my head. Although many of them were stored away, Cuddles got to stay. He was propped on the spare twin bed in my room, as if a decoration. But I still turned to him - a lot. When our kitty died, when I was grounded, when homework frustrated me, when friends fought, when races were lost or when boys ignored. If teenage boys were as sweet and understanding as Cuddles, life in high school would have been a lot easier.

    When I moved away to college, Cuddles came with me. He had lost all of his stuffing by then. Flat as a pancake and not all that dissimilar to how he looks now. Ratty looking bear. That's how some people saw him. What are you hanging on to that thing for? One friend, upon helping me pack up my belongings to return home one summer actually placed him on the windshield underneath the wiper as a joke. Not funny. Poor Cuddles. I rescued him quickly and refused to box him up with all the other junk. He wasn't junk. He was a proud little bear who deserved better treatment.

    I moved from one apartment to the next throughout my 20's and Cuddles was always there in my room. I turned to him less and less. Not because life got any easier, but because I got a bit stronger. There were still painful situations that no one else could ease me through though. The sudden death of a friend known for his incredible hugs. Squeezing Cuddles' flat little frame and letting him mop up the tears helped me through that sad time.

    Now he sits alone in our festive Red Sox themed office, keeping the futon company. I sometimes feel bad that he's all by himself in there, with no one to hug him or for him to love. But don't you worry, he still provides comfort. His lap has made some kittens along the way very happy. He misses little Lucy just like Andy and Tedy and I do. Just like I miss the grandparents who gave Cuddles to me. There are a lot of memories inside that mangy little bear - which is why his stuffing never needs to be replaced.

    Monday, October 18, 2010

    ON BOOKS ~ My Kind Of Festival...


    Andy is always going off to various music festivals - something I have absolutely no interest in attending. Hanging out in a crowded and trampled field with a bunch of crunchy granolas listening to jam bands noodling all through the night would make crazy. No sir. My kind of festival is one involving books. And cool buildings. And famous authors. And a short commute. And zero cost. Sounds like I'm asking for an awful lot out of my dream festival. But that is exactly what I found at the second annual Boston Book Festival this past Saturday.

    The Boston Book Festival (BBF) is a celebration of words - read, spoken, written, drawn, listened to and debated. Over the course of one Saturday they put together an impressive list of panels, workshops and entertainment - spanning all genres and age ranges - completely free of charge. They even managed to provide $10 parking vouchers at major downtown garages for anyone wanting to print one off their website. It usually costs $10 for just an hour, so the luxury of spending 7 luxurious hours enmeshed in books without having to pay through the nose for parking was too good to turn down.


    I have posted in the past about my local library that looks and feels like a church of books. Well, at the BBF many of the venues are beautiful old churches and I got to sit in magnificent sanctuaries listening to nothing but thoughts on the world of literature. I started off at the Church of the Covenant to hear indy publisher Beacon Press' director, Helene Atwan, host a panel called First Time's A Charm about life after a successful debut novel. I was happily entertained by Joshua Ferris of "Then We Came To The End" fame (distance from the subject of your writing builds the proper tone), Justin Cronin of "Mary & O'Neil" (experiencing the things you are writing about makes the details flow and the results more clear, fun and believable - aka his excuse for learning to shoot guns in Texas) and Jennifer Haigh of "Mrs. Kimble" (writing towards an idea is a great goal except she is always wrong about where she thinks it will go because her characters keep changing the path). I also thought it was neat to learn that Cronin's current novel, The Passage, came into existence because of a challenge his 9 year old daughter gave him to write a book about a girl who saves the world. The first in his planned trilogy has been a big hit for which he's thankful since it created added pressure spending a career writing it - succeed or fail.


    I had to cut out of this panel when the audience questions began so that I could dash down the street to the historic Trinity Church to worship my other favored religion - baseball. One would think that in a big baseball town like Boston, that if you were having a forum on Writing About America's Favorite Pastime you would have it take place in the big open sanctuary and not the small forum space in the basement. I was lucky to get in to this panel in high demand and had to laugh when my seat provided an obstructed view, much like sitting behind the poles at Fenway. NPR's Bill Littlefield hosted this formidable panel of baseball authors. Howard Bryant of ESPN and Ken Burns' documentaries regaled us with stories about Henry Aaron while NY Times & WSJ journalist James Hirsch contrasted those with tidbits about Willie Mays. I was a bit disappointed that the panel did not provide any round table discussion to stay on the topic of writing about baseball and instead did nothing but take audience questions - all of which were to solicit the authors' thoughts on the current state of the game and inside tidbits about the legends their current books feature. I could listen to people talking baseball all day but I would have enjoyed the opportunity to hear more about how they write about it and the differences it creates compared to other non-fiction subjects.


    I took a break at lunchtime wandering past the poetry stage and bookish vendors lining Copley Square and over to the Boston Public Library to print out that discounted parking coupon. I had not been to the BPL since I was in college. I used to spend a lot of time researching papers there and I would bring my material down to the older part of the building where there is this one particular room filled with tables and old fashioned desk lamps. It made me feel smarter to sit and work in there than in the modern part of the building. As if of the knowledge from all those brilliant minds who poured over those same tables long before me might be absorbed magically into my brain. Never seemed to work that way - I always daydreamed too much.


    Anyway, as I was trying to remember how to get over to the main side of the building I pushed open a door and found myself in the courtyard I'd forgotten existed. What a pretty spot to escape the noise and stress of the city and have a cup of something refreshing or a quick bite to eat. It also would be a great place to read. The BPL reminds me of a museum - hidden treasures tucked behind the modernized shelves of books. It was the site of most of the BBF events going on for kids including author & illustrator appearances from such well known titles as "Fancy Nancy," "Diary of a Wimpy Kid," "Scardey-Cat Splat," "Lunch Lady," and "Bats At The Library." There were story times, character visits, lessons on creating your own book and so much more.


    I capped off my day at the less beautiful but larger capacity Back Bay Event Center to see two of the most desirable panels on the agenda. From Page To Screen was hosted by Boston Globe film critic Ty Burr and he did an excellent job providing fascinating conversation with superstars Dennis Lehane of "Mystic River," "Gone Baby Gone" and "Shutter Island" fame and Tom Perrotta of "Election" and "Little Children" fame. Lehane cannot convert his books to screenplays while Perrotta can. So the contrasting opinions, process and emotion from each of them was terrific. The author's only real power in the world of Hollywood is in the writing of the book. From there, even if you collaborate on the screenplay adaptation, you still have to subject yourself to the painful surrender of your words for the whims of directors and producers. Both were in awe of the creative ideas others came up with to convey things visually that took so long to unravel in writing and both were a bit disenchanted with other changes that had to be made. After some debate, it was also decided that Diane Lane provided cinema with the worst Boston accent ever in "The Perfect Storm" because it was so bad, it threw Mark Wahlberg's natural Boston accent right off the rails.


    The final panel of my day was to see personal favorite and author I most wish I could emulate, humorist and travel writer Bill Bryson. Author of one of my favorite books, "A Walk In The Woods," I so looked forward to this panel hosted by NPR's "Here & Now" host, Robin Young and also featuring New Yorker writer Tony Hiss. But unfortunately she essentially just turned the time over to each author to promote or lecture on their current books. Hiss provided us with a fairly dry slide show and Bryson read to us from personally selected portions of his newest release - "At Home." Though it was entertaining, I wanted more Q&A. And since there wasn't any time for more than a couple of people to approach the mike, I decided to splurge and buy his book so I could get it signed and ask him what I wanted to know. When my window of 15 seconds arrived, I asked Bryson if he was a fan of Jerome Jerome's writing. Who the heck is Jerome Jerome you ask? Well, Bryson didn't ask. He told me he had read "Three Men & A Boat, To Say Nothing of the Dog" and enjoyed it very much. I told him that when I read it, it reminded me of him because it totally cracked me up. Bryson looked up from signing my book with a pause and thanked me for an incredible compliment since Jerome's book was excellent.


    Before screwing up a beautiful moment I decided it was best to leave. That, and the fact that the handlers were moving people along at a quick clip. Signed book in hand I was just happy knowing that my writing idol Bryson appreciates the nutty humor of an 1800's Englishman as much as I do. I could finally rest. Thanks to the BBF for letting me have so much fun. Fiction, baseball, movies and travel. I can't wait to see what they put together next year.

    Sunday, October 17, 2010

    ON MOVIES ~ Dress Up...

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    MONDAY MOVIE MEME

    Molly looked around for a weekly meme about movies and did not have any luck. So therefore she decided to start her own! Andy will play along as well - hopefully you will too. Go to your blog and create your own post on the topic, linking back to us in your post, then come back and leave a link to your post here in our Comments section. If you don’t have a blog, just share your response in the Comments section.

    This week's movie topic is all about Costumes...

    Halloween is approaching here in the U.S. The holiday where all the kiddos dress up in costumes and knock on neighborhood doors in search of candy, risking trickery to your property if they are denied. Now that I think about it, Trick Or Treating is really a lesson in manhandling. It is also interesting how the costumes have changed over the years from purely scary characters to whomever the latest popular icon might be. In the world of cinema, the costumes often make or break the believability of the experience for the viewer. Sometimes they define the character and other times they are successful because they blend things so seamlessly into the background, allowing the actors to shine. Here are a few examples we enjoyed. Share on your blog movies whose costumes set just the right stage, linking back here at The Bumbles. And don't forget to visit your fellow participants!
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    Friday, October 15, 2010

    ON PHOTOS ~ Photographs of Photographers...


    06-23-2007 - Anything For The Perfect Shot @ Elizabeth Park - Hartford, CT
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    Thursday, October 14, 2010

    ON BLOGGING ~ Are We Enough For Each Other..?

    BlogAnon: Joy of Confession

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    Welcome to our weekly BlogAnon meeting where we confess a particular blogging sin and turn to you for support, suggestions and that blogging bond so we know we're not all alone. Don't be shy. Read along and let us know if you identify with us this week.

    I know that this is a big wide blogosphere, but do you ever feel like you've been all through it and met everyone there is to meet? I mean, I know this isn't true. That would be like saying you know everyone in the world. But sometimes I do wonder where all of these other people are hanging out.

    I keep bumping into the same people in my blog hopping. Which is nice because I like them. And then I'll read a comment somewhere from a blogger who is new to me. So I get excited to check out someone new and I hop on over. And there in the comments are all the same people I already know. So I guess I'm just late to the party.

    There always seems to be someone that I know wherever I go. Again, this is nice. I like knowing at least one person when I'm at a function in the real world. But every now and then I like to see how things go without that faithful crutch. The problem is, I would feel like a total loser just jumping in to some brand new blog "niche" to see what these people are all about. They'd know that I was just patrolling the perimeter to see if it was my cup of tea and clam up like a bunch of gossips interrupted.

    I dunno. I guess I feel that I'm in a bit of a rut. I make the rounds to the same people who then make the rounds over to me. And this is nice. It is. Because I value these people and what they have to say. And I like developing bonds with them. But every now and then I get disenchanted with what is familiar. I want to stumble across something new to me.

    I feel guilty for saying this. It sounds like I am complaining about all of you who I visit regularly. It's not you - it's me. Your content is still awesome. Your style is still unique. You still teach me things, make me laugh, inspire me and make me proud. I just feel like I'm getting lazy in my comfy and safe corner of the blogosphere. Passing up on the risk of exploring out to unknown corners. Do I really need to spend my time looking for other new bloggers to meet? Yes. That's why we blog here. To meet great people from all walks of life who can teach us a thing or two. You never know who's out there. After all, if I hadn't been motivated to go looking, I probably wouldn't have met you.


    How have you met the people you know online? Have you ever felt out of place in a new spot? Do you make an effort to get out and explore or do you just sit back and enjoy those who find their way to you? Do you ever feel like your blog hopping is in a rut?

    Wednesday, October 13, 2010

    ON HOME ~ It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood...


    We are extremely lucky Bumbles.  When we made the decision to buy our house we went through lots of home inspections, town research, financial planning and legal paperwork.  We felt we had found the best lot in a great town with a plan to expand the home to make it into what we wanted it to be.  But there is one thing that can spoil all of that hard work and shatter dreams of a perfect home.  Neighbors.

    You never really know them until you move in.  And with fingers crossed you scope them out.  Our neighbors are more than the people who live next door.  They are friends.  They are watchdogs.  They are entertainers.  They are fixers.  They are lenders.  They are confidants.  I told you we are lucky.

    They like our company and we like theirs.  Our street is a dead end and all the kids ride their bikes up and down it all day.  They have big group games of hide and seek using all of the yards on the street as their boundaries.  Everyone knows everyone else's kids.  We know each others cars.  We know when someone comes in who doesn't belong.  And we watch out for each other.

    Backyard parties are an open invitation to drop in.  We fix each others stuff and borrow what we need when we run out.  We mow each others lawns, shovel each others driveways, clean out gutters together, share tree removal expenses, make a united front at town meetings, feed each others pets and keep spare keys in case of emergency.

    We share in the building of, filling and maintaining of a backyard ice rink next door where everyone gathers in the winter for further neighborhood bonding.  We play music together, we give advice, we bring each other our mail that the mail lady never delivers properly and we stop in for drinks, bringing snacks to watch the game.

    We bought our house because we loved the lot, the town and the potential to expand our home into exactly the way we wanted it to be.  We love our house because our neighborhood is the way it was when we were little.  It is safe and friendly.  Because we all get out of our homes and get to know each other across the way. 

    Tuesday, October 12, 2010

    ON FUN ~ The Time Is Mine...


    Sometimes I get carried away.  There are so many places that I want to see, so many people I want to meet, so many things that I want to try, and so many words that I want to write that I have a hard time saying no to opportunities when they arise - opportunities that I truly do not have time for.

    Like everyone else out there, my time is overloaded, in my own way.  Not any better or worse than yours, but overloaded all the same.  I have a full-time job.  During my lunch break I visit the websites and blogs that I follow.  I read books when I work out at the gym after work.  I have a big-time blogging hobby to which my evenings are devoted.  I try to save my weekends for friends, family, sports and life's errands.  But I also have this part-time writing gig with UpTake, living out a tiny piece of a dream to get paid to write about the places I encounter in my travels.  Which means that my weekend hours also get devoted to visiting attractions and working to write posts about them for UpTake.

    I have also contributed infrequently to their Restaurants Blog.  When I inquired recently about providing some new restaurant posts, it was mentioned that they could use another regular writer for that blog as well.  And so of course I nominated myself for the position and worked out a schedule with the editor.

    I have now doubled my "side job" workload which means even less time on weekends to do things in the real world - like go find these places to write about!  Ack.  I love to write.  I love especially to write about travel and things to do, and I love getting paid small tokens to do so.  But I also love to write here.  For myself.  For Andy.  For anyone else who stumbles across the Bumbles.  I love to read.  I love to play with our cat.  I love to take a walk with my camera with no destination in mind.  I love to analyze sports stats and fiddle with my fantasy team lineups.  I love to watch reality TV.  I love to get lost in movie marathons.  I love to listen to tunes with Andy while relaxing over some tasty brews.  I love to gather friends and family together and see how loud the room can get.  I love sleep.  And I'm not giving up any of the things I love to create the time I need to do the work that I promised to provide.  The work that I am excited to do.

    Instead I will steal time from bill paying, toilet scrubbing, weed pulling, laundry sorting and any other number of important chores that keep life running smoothly but which I hate doing.  I hope Andy, the cat and anyone else planning a visit doesn't mind the mess.  Because I've got better things to do.  Including a few moments for absolutely nothing, to recharge the creative mind and active spirit by slowing down that time that always wants to race on by.

    ON FAMILY ~ Bumble Vows...

    Eight years ago was our wedding day. This was a wicked long time in coming, my friends. Andy and I have known each other since we were 20 and we didn't get married until we were 32. We dated for 7 years before our wedding day, and I spent at least the last 5 of those years asking him when we were going to get married. It is a miracle he didn't leave instead of caving to the pressure. But my tortoise Bumble eventually became inspired by a long drive with some tunes that spoke to him and a proposal was finally offered.

    What struck me as most humorous was that Andy spent a long period of time being nervous about proposing. He knew the answer would be yes but he wanted things to be just right. So he was nervous about selecting a ring, keeping it a surprise and making the moment go perfectly. When the perfect moment had passed and that was over with he promptly took a stress-free nap on the couch. While I had been completely calm and secure leading up to a proposal possibility, once it actually arrived I suffered what may very well have been a panic attack while the Bumble slept peacefully.

    The transfer of stress flowed from Andy to me. I realized that now I was supposed to actually plan a damn wedding. I am not a girly girl. I don't enjoy shopping. I don't get overly interested in frilly things and decadent decor. I blush when speaking in front of groups. I despise showers. I was...the anti-bride. I just wanted to know when and where to show up and be done with it all. I wanted to roll a keg out to the beach and get married at sunset with a bunch of family and friends hanging out. Andy wanted a fall wedding with proper tradition followed. How is it that we went 7 years of my nagging about getting married without discussing the type of ceremony we each wanted to have? No matter. If it took formal attire and fancy venues for me to be married, that's what we would do.

    In a panic, I decided that the first thing I needed to do was to buy a bridal magazine. Boy was that a bad idea for me. All it did was show me all of these things that went into the perfect wedding. Things I didn't know anything about or care to learn. Things that were NEVER going to get done in the 7 months we had to pull everything together for this Fall ceremony Andy wanted to have. So I enlisted the wife of Andy's Best Man to give me some pointers in forumulating a plan.

    Cristin kindly met with me over beers one afternoon and excitedly asked me what our wedding theme would be. Well. I had seen mention of this theme business in that bridal magazine but thought that was just the way fancy rich people did weddings. When reassured by Cristin that a theme would make things operate more smoothly I went out on a limb and told her we would be going with a "Fall" theme. Cristin wanted color schemes for our Save The Date cards to tie them in with the bridesmaids gowns and tablecloths but instead I convinced her to print out brown postcards with random fall leaves. The only word I recognized from that entire afternoon was bridesmaid. At least I knew I needed those.

    A few members of my bridal party dragged me out shopping for a wedding gown one weekend afternoon when I would have preferred to be watching the Red Sox game. I tried on dress after dress after dress. What seemed to be ugly on the rack looked promising when I had it on and what looked like it would be beautiful made me look like a sausage. So every damn one had to be tried on. I don't know how super models do it, changing in and out of fancy clothes non-stop. After a day of shopping I had had enough and narrowed it down to a couple of options, saving a final decision for another day in front of the mothers. But regardless of my attempts at speed I missed the entire Sox game, finding out that I had missed Derek Lowe's no-hitter. Damn dress.

    I deferred to Andy on the location, the music, the size of the guest list, the food and most everything else. But what I refused to do was get married in the Catholic Church. I am not Catholic and Andy is. I had no intention of converting and didn't feel it was appropriate for me to stand up in his childhood church and untruthfully promise to lead life in terms of his religion or at least to raise any family we may have along those lines. Thankfully Andy made peace with this sticking point and agreed to a non-church wedding. He now was tasked with finding someone to officiate the ceremony.

    I've never worked so hard for a 2 week vacation in all my life. Though I did involve Andy as much as possible in all of the various wedding preparations, I handled many of them myself since he was constantly on the road for work and never home when the various vendors needed to be met. So other than planning the Hawaiian honeymoon, his one job was to find an officiant. He didn't like the idea of a J.P. He didn't like the idea of a friend or family member becoming licensed for the day to do our ceremony. I didn't have a religious affiliation of my own directly, not having attended a Protestant church since I was a teen. So I was beginning to think our entire wedding would be derailed. We had everything in place except for someone to make it official.

    My mother-in-law-to-be came up big for me. She read a newspaper column about a local church led by a former Catholic priest who had left the church to be married. But his Christian faith was strong and so he and his wife built a church of their own where they serve together as Pastors. Grace Church has what I would call a very strong footing in Catholicism with a modern view on the religion and the world around us. We met with Pastor Peter (whom I forever after referred to as the Preacher Dude) one day in a beautiful place of worship that he had built by hand using fine carpentry skills that Andy admired very much. He was amiable and agreed to do our ceremony for us at the location of our choosing. He was just the right balance for our needs.

    As the wedding day approached, we were not nervous. I had lost my initial panic once I had nothing but vendors to meet and schedules to coordinate. All I needed was a plan - like Cristin had said. That broad Fall theme served us well. We got to incorporate mums and pumpkins from local farms, vibrant cranberry reds in those dresses and tablecloths, carved turkey with stuffing, hot mulled cider and baskets filled with flowers on each table with our signature flower (yes, you need one of those too) - the sunflower - since other than the rose, that was the only flower's name both of us knew and admired. To make sure that baseball found its way into our day, I designed our programs around a team's lineup card and we were introduced as husband and wife to "Take Me Out To The Ballgame."

    There were no nerves from either of us on our wedding day, even though plenty of things did not go as expected. It didn't matter that it rained. My Maid of Honor was hospitalized for emergency surgery the night before and couldn't come. Bridezillas would have thrown up. Instead, I found someone to bring a video camera to record the day so she could still see how things went and moved on without my best friend. You see, that title really belonged to Andy after all of these years. And all I could think of was having our Preacher Dude get us through those vows so we could celebrate a long time in coming.

    And so we did. We fondly remember the incredible flowers, the delicious food, the dance floor packed with our family and friends and the speed with which it all flew by. But what I loved most about it all was that any stress that day fell on someone else's shoulders. We were filled with pride, joy, love and relief.  And dreams of mai tais in Hawaii.

    Sunday, October 10, 2010

    ON MOVIES ~ Legends Of The Fall...

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    MONDAY MOVIE MEME

    Molly looked around for a weekly meme about movies and did not have any luck. So therefore she decided to start her own! Andy will play along as well - hopefully you will too. Go to your blog and create your own post on the topic, linking back to us in your post, then come back and leave a link to your post here in our Comments section. If you don’t have a blog, just share your response in the Comments section.

    This week's movie topic is all about Fall...

    Our wedding occurred over Columbus Day weekend 8 years ago here in the Boston area. Fall in New England is one of Mother Nature's greatest displays so for our wedding we went with a fall theme. We couldn't decide on one thing specifically so we just made it a cornucopia of all things related to fall. Cranberry red gowns, hot mulled cider, pumpkins & cornstalks, turkey with stuffing, and of course - "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" as our entrance music in honor of the fall classic. There are lots of movies set in the fall because directors love the beauty of the turning leaves. But the script writers also love the events that we celebrate during this season which lend themselves naturally to a good story. Here are some examples we came up with. Share on your blog a sampling of fall flicks, linking back here at The Bumbles. And don't forget to visit your fellow participants!
    • The Big Chill (1983) - I love the scene in this movie when everyone takes a break from watching their alma mater's college football game at halftime to play a pickup game of touch football on the front lawn. Reminds me of high school homecoming games and impromptu games of catch with family around Thanksgiving.
    • Good Will Hunting (1997) - Back to School is a big fall occurrence. Set in Cambridge during fall semester at MIT, Good Will Hunting gave us foliage as well as footage from Red Sox baseball - always a plus in our book!!!
    • The Four Seasons (1981) - OK, so I don't really remember much about this movie directed by and starring Alan Alda, other than that these couples would take seasonal vacations together and one of them was in CT in the fall. I spent a good part of my life growing up in CT where fall is particularly beautiful. The movie used Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons" as a soundtrack which is a concerto I am in love with and attempted to play as a young violinist. So this movie provides me with some personal memory connections.
    • Halloween (1978) - I refused to babysit on Halloween nights after watching this movie. Michael was scary enough. But honestly, the scene where Jamie Lee Curtis bumps into the sheriff coming around the corner of the bushes is the one that gave me the biggest heart attack. I was convinced it would be Michael and not just "a good scare." Gets me every time.
    • The Last Waltz (1978) - Although Thanksgiving is Andy's favorite holiday due to the turkey eating and football watching, if he had been old enough at the time he would have chosen instead to see The Band's final performance on Thanksgiving Day in 1976 in San Francisco. We give thanks to Martin Scorsese for kindly filming it so we can enjoy it whenever we like.
     Do you have a topic to suggest to the Monday Movie Meme? Or would you like to guest host? Let us know in the Comments section or send us an e-mail.

    Friday, October 8, 2010

    ON PHOTOS ~ Rain...



    04-11-200 - April Showers - Natick, MA
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    Thursday, October 7, 2010

    ON BLOGGING ~ All You Have To Do Is Ask...

    Image courtesy Doodlepress.

    A few Fridays ago, I lamented our lack of a pretty blog header to greet you when you arrive.  Something to give us an identity.  I knew exactly what I wanted - I could picture it in my mind.  But I didn't know how to implement it.  So I did what all resourceful Bumbles do - I begged.

    I tried to guilt our readers into creating one for us in honor of my birthday.  That was my way of saying I am too cheap to pay for one and too lazy to figure out how to do it myself so if anyone would like to just do it for me, that would be really cool.  I did not expect anyone to take the bait.  I did think that maybe someone would direct me to a program or website for when I had the time to do it myself.  But you know what?  Sometimes when you just ask, you get what you need.

    I first met Cardiogirl (aka CG) in a ProBlogger forum during the 30 Days To Build A Better Blog workshop shortly after I started blogging.  We were tasked with a cross posting project and I liked the cut of her jib so I thought of asking if she wanted to pair up.  What's the worst that could happen?  She says that she'd rather not because our blog has a lame header?  I asked.  And she said, "sounds fun chica!"  And so we came up with some ideas, picked one and put it out there.  We swapped readers between our blogs and enjoyed the process of creative partnership.

    Because she is so wickedly funny and a talented writer I continue to visit her blog - even though my work server blocks direct access to her website.  We have decided that the server thinks I am cruising for "hot girls" or some such thing.  She pops in to visit us whenever she's out cruising for clumsy Bumbles.  And so she happened to visit during my thinly veiled plea for free header design.

    CG is like me - she doesn't like to part with her pennies.  So she can relate to my desire for free stuff, even if it gives her anxiety to get it.  Seriously, she gave herself a panic attack over using a free bagel coupon.  But not only does CG respect frugality, she apparently knows how to create headers.  And with her daughters back in school and her sanity intact she decided to use some of that free time and brainpower to create a header just for us!!!

    I have no idea what software or program she used.  I didn't ask.  And now that I think of it, that would probably make for a much better blog tip post.  Sorry about that.  But you see, I was just so delighted to open my e-mail upon returning from vacation to find a link from her to a free customized header.  I then got picky and asked her to re-design it using a photo of my own so as not to infringe upon any copyright crazies.  I know - the nerve, asking for free work to be improved upon.  But since my asking had gotten me this far I decided to keep asking.

    CG loves a challenge.  And when she gets something in her head - be it uncovering the identity of the man behind the noisy tic in church or why the color red was so significant in The Sixth Sense - she dives right in until her fixation has been resolved.  And so she was jacked to get to re-tooling our header per my demands.  I took a slew of photos of the little guy until I had one that looked just right and e-mailed it over to her.  Shortly thereafter she e-mailed me a link to the header you see above you today.

    The blog tip in all of my gushing here is that you cannot be proficient in everything.  There just isn't the time.  Or often times even the desire.  And that is okay.  Because one thing this blogosphere is great for is help.  I don't know squat about creating a header - CG does and so she made one for us.  I do know squat about other things though.  Which is why I share those tidbits here for you guys on Fridays.  Never feel that what you know is too basic to share.  And never feel that what you need is too silly to ask about.

    What do you want to ask?

    Tuesday, October 5, 2010

    ON BLOGGING ~ Bumbling Through Another Year...


    We just celebrated our second year of blogging on October 5th! My how time has flown - it all just runs together. I couldn't even remember what things we've done in the last year versus our first year. I had to dig around in some stats and old post history to figure it out. Here's a re-cap...

    A year ago we were just making the choice to stop participating in the Thursday 13 meme. This was a bold experiment. Some of our biggest traffic came from T13. I had developed a nice friendship with Janet who runs the meme. I first met many of you through T13. Why turn our back on a good thing? Because we're crazy? I dunno. I just wanted to be done with the memes - our own excluded of course. Our numbers never really recovered. But what I did discover is that although we have less visitors than we used to, we have more subscribers than we ever have. Less people visiting, more people staying. And that's what matters to us.

    One of the results of not having memes to set your posting schedule is that you need to come up with fresh ideas yourself. One of those ideas was to make Fridays a place to vent about blogging which led to a way to share knowledge about how to cure the frustrations of blogging. The BlogAnon and Blog Tips features get lots of attention from new people every month. Sometimes people share links to these posts and other times new visitors are just naturally drawn to them. Makes sense. I blog. I like to learn about blogging. I like to talk to other people about it to conspire and consult and connect. And so do most other bloggers. Its a natural fit.

    This led to a very new idea of installing a place for us bloggers to chat. All together. Live. I'm not sure if the Bumble Town Chats each month will develop into a strong addition to our blog or if it will fizzle out. They will only be as active and rewarding as those participating want them to be. Last month we covered how much time we spend on blogging, how many blogs we follow and why we follow them, whether we write book reviews any differently depending upon the source of the book and shared some of the blogosphere events and communities we frequent. Each month's chat participants will set the topic of discussion for the following month's chat. Our next chat is a book discussion of The Handmaid's Tale. Who knows what we'll decide to do for November.

    In addition to getting to know the bloggers that visit us, we like to make sure that bloggers get to know a bit about us too. In the last year we have given Andy a spot to share his various concert reviews. We have shared our passion for all things sports - fantasy or reality. And we have tried to spotlight the things around our town that stand out to us as interesting. What we've learned is that there are some pretty cool places right under our nose that we never would have bothered with if we hadn't decided to devote a blog posting series to them.

    We found a new header, lost a beloved cat, gained a beautiful niece and I even read all of War & Peace. That's the variety and roller coaster of life that makes it worth living - and blogging about. Here's to another year of making more friends and maneuvering between the worlds of online and face to face.