Thursday, May 26, 2016

for a young man

Note: I'm so embarrassed that when I wrote this poem, I used satin instead of satan (still purposely not capitalized). I can feel the dementia eating my brain.

Me and pain,
we are on a first name basis

He calls me his bitch
I call him my satan

Pain controls me
makes me roll my head and yell


Then someone soft puts a hand on my forehead
strokes me with a gentle touch
says a prayer for me
and helps me push the button

sometimes she feels frozen in time

unable to drive a car
unable to leave a house
unable to decide
unable to move

she thinks she should become smaller in this state
as small as one scoop of dull vanilla ice cream
but instead she spreads

as she melts into a sticky pool of nothing

Saturday, May 21, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

It's time to announce the winner in the May 15 Battle of the Bands. The song is I Will Always Love You. The contenders are the composer of the song, Dolly Parton, who also performs it, and Whitney Houston, who had a gigantic hit with it after she starred in The Bodyguard with Kevin Costner. The song was part of the soundtrack.

And the winner is

Dolly Parton        20
Whitney Houston11

Congratulations, Dolly! I loved all the battles set up by the participants in this blog hop.

Perhaps we can console Whitney with an oldie but a goody.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Thursday, May 19, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

If it's possible to make you forget that Bryan Cranston played Hal on Malcolm In the Middle and Walter White on Breaking Bad, then the part that will do it for you is Cranston's Best Actor Academy Award nominated performance as Trumbo (2015, Rated R, Available on DVD).


I discovered Dalton Trumbo when I was in junior high and read his novel, Johnny Got His Gun. It expressed the anger and dismay many of us felt about the war in Vietnam.

still have my copy
I didn't realize that in 1939, the novel won the precursor to The National Book Award (Trumbo insisted that his publisher recall copies of the anti-war book during World War II). I also had no idea that Trumbo was then the highest paid screen writer in Hollywood.

Trumbo focuses on Dalton Trumbo's fall from grace. He becomes one of the "Hollywood 10" who are blacklisted by the movie industry. Their writing days, over.

But Trumbo doesn't hide his head in shame. He moves his family, including wife Cleo (Diane Lane), to Mexico, where his friends alcohol and benzedrine join him in a bathtub to write, and write, and write. His children suffer from his absence, but he's determined to support them:

Niki Trumbo: We're having birthday cake.
Dalton Trumbo: When you hear me working, you don't knock.
Niki Trumbo: But it's my birthday.
Dalton Trumbo: You don't knock. Ever.
Niki Trumbo: So the house is on fire, you don't wanna know?
Dalton Trumbo: I work in a bathtub, surrounded by water. So I'm fairly certain that even if the whole goddamn country was on fire, that I can still function as this family's personal slave. And all I ask is not to be interrupted for every little slice of fucking birthday cake. What? It's ridiculous!

Using pseudonyms, Dalton Trumbo writes his way to two Academy Awards and then to the end of the Blacklist.

Cranston stands out as the prickly Trumbo. He's surrounded by a strong cast, which includes Helen Mirren as gossip columnist Hedda Hopper––quite the menace to the Reds; John Goodman as studio owner Frank King, who accepts Trumbo's writing for his B pictures; and Louis C.K. as Arlen Hird, a sympathetic character who stands in for various blacklisted writers.

Trumbo is a triumph that earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval.

This movie is not for children. If older children watch with you, be prepared to explain the witch hunt against Communists. Trumbo and the rest of the Hollywood 10 were sentenced, fined, and denied work because they refused to answer questions from the House Un-American Activities Commitee.

I watched Trumbo when my mail carrier delivered its red Netflix envelope.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

the real Dalton Trumbo

From the Internet Movie Database:

Dalton Trumbo won two "Best Writing, Motion Picture Story" Academy Awards during the 1950s but was unable to accept either of them, since both movies' credits had used "fronts" (real people who agreed to take credit for the scripts while Trumbo was blacklisted). The first movie for which Trumbo won an Oscar was the Audrey Hepburn-Gregory Peck romantic comedy Roman Holiday (1953). For this movie, Trumbo's front was Ian McLellan Hunter (who actually was also a screenwriter in his own right); Hunter was also later blacklisted. In 1993, after both Trumbo and Hunter were both dead, the Academy attempted to retrieve the Oscar that had been presented to Hunter and present it instead to Trumbo's widow, but Hunter's son, Tim, himself a director (River's Edge, 1986), (Tex, 1982), refused to relinquish it, so the Academy instead presented Mrs. Trumbo with a new statuette. On Roman Holiday's 2003 DVD release, Trumbo was credited in place of Hunter. The second movie for which Trumbo won an Oscar was the family drama The Brave One (1956). For this film, Trumbo's front was named Robert Rich; unlike Ian McLellan Hunter, Rich was not actually a screenwriter himself but just a nephew of the movie's producers. The Academy re-presented that Oscar statuette to Trumbo in May 1975, roughly a year and a half before Trumbo's death.

Sunday, May 15, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

It's time for the May 15, 2016, Battle of the Bands.

Mr. Stephen T. McCarthy provides us with this information about the bloghop:

The whole thing is really quite simple: You select two different versions of the same song (versions  you feel might give each other some competition in the voting) and you post them on the 1st and the 15th of each month. On the 7th and 21st of each month, you add your own personal vote to the mix, total up all the votes and announce the winner on your blog.

Beyond that, just try to have fun with it and let your readers/voters have fun with it.

All right! Let's have fun!

Whitney Houston had a ginormous hit with I Will Always Love You, but Dolly Parton wrote the song. Please listen to Dolly and Whitney and decide if you prefer Dolly's simple, sweet singing or Whitney's powerhouse--though still sweet--voice.

Dolly explains in the video why she wrote I Will Always Love You. Whitney recorded it for the movie The Bodyguard, in which she starred with Kevin Costner.

In your comment, please vote for Dolly or Whitney, and if possible, tell us the reason behind your choice. I'll announce the winner on May 21.

I hope you'll visit other Battle of the Band participants, too. They are listed below. Thanks for listening and voting!

Infinities of I will always love you,

Janie Junebug

Voice Your Vote @ ‘FAR AWAY SERIES’ by clicking HERE.
@ ‘TOSSING IT OUT’ by clicking HERE.
@ ‘YOUR DAILY DOSE’ by clicking HERE.
@ 'MIKE'S RAMBLINGS' by clicking HERE.
@ 'CURIOUS AS A CATHY' by clicking HERE.
@ 'THE DOGLADY'S DEN' by clicking HERE.
@ 'ANGELS BARK' by clicking HERE.
@ 'J.A. SCOTT' by clicking HERE.
@ 'QUIET LAUGHTER' by clicking HERE
@ 'REINVINTAGED' by clicking HERE.
@ 'HOLLI'S HOOTS & HOLLERS' by clicking HERE.
@ 'EVIL POP TART' by clicking HERE.  

Friday, May 13, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

When Penelope wrote a post about the grammar she learned, Wilma of South Englishtown Gazette asked a question about gift as a verb:

Dear Penelope,

You are such a smart dog! I hope that you and Mom Mom can help me out a grammar issue that involves fengshuition. What gives with using the noun “gift” as a verb? To give is a perfectly good, although irregular, verb; give, gave, given. Do people think using gift as a verb makes things fancier, more special? Does “I gifted her with a car for her birthday…” sound fancier than “I gave her a car for birthday…”? Is the gifted car a newer model than the given car? Did Gwyneth Paltrow gift somebody something, and now everyone gifts so they can be bright and shiny just like Gwyneth? Please help. 

Best Regards,

Our answer:

Franklin, Penelope, and I hate the use of gift as a verb. We hate it great big gobs and bunches (the dogs agree with me because they want supper). 

We hate She gifted him a larger schlossen or Don Draper gifted the world a coke.

We can't bear the use of impact as a verb, and that's been snaking its way into the English language for years now. For example, When I punched that lousy grammarian, his head impacted the wall

See how violent impact as a verb makes us feel?

Language has to change, but I refuse to accept some changes. To gift bothers me because it seems trendy, some sort of fad that will catch on similar to the tattoos that seem to cover the lower backs of so many young women––tattoos that will stretch with pregnancies and fade with age and become ugly and tiresome (please don't tell me you have a tramp stamp and pick on me about it; what you do to your body is your problem).

Of course, gift provides an example of turning a noun into a verb.

Some casual uses of nouns as verbs don't get my panties in a wad. 

You have a question? Google it.

Want to know every actor who played Tarzan? IMDb it.

I IMDb every movie I watch for backstory, and I Google the backstories, too.

So under what circumstances will I accept gift as a verb? If someone gifts us with a car. New Nissan Sentra in red, please.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Monday, May 9, 2016



I don't want you to think I wandered out of my house and couldn't find my way home.

I won't be around much for a while because I have to make some repairs and updates to my house to please my homeowners insurance company.

Never fear! Janie Junebug, Franklin, and Penelope are all here.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug