Tuesday, November 30, 2010

HOW'S THAT MOVIE END? ~ Calling all Writers! Calling all Druthers!

AN ENDING'S JUST AN ENDING, ISN'T IT?   ~ Pic ala Express Monorail
HOW'S THAT MOVIE END?

~ By . . . "YOU" 


Does he get the girl? Does she happily-ever after the guy? Do they live? Do they die? Will the audience know why? Or time after time will they try and get by?

You're in the theatre. Credits roll. Were you content with how the whole shebang reeled out? Do you druther another way it could've gone?


*AT THE BIJOU* is poking the mind's eye of all great writers to show their druthers ~ to tell how it coulda, woulda, shoulda been told . . . the way you'd like to see another potential meaning to the screening. Be creative . . . wax eloquent or flash bold.  ~ Choose a movie. Give us your druthers, will'ya?


WHICH MOVIE

DO YOU DRUTHER
AN ALTERNATE POSSIBLE ENDING TO BE?

Write it!

Send it:  AT THE BIJOU
"Movies!" ~  Absolutely*Kate
@ RiverviewStudios@gmail.com

Smooth operators are standing by

LET'S SEE ANOTHER POSSIBLE WAY
A MOVIE ENDING could Druther to BE.

POPPIN' FRESH ~ pic ala Express Monorail
Tell our rambunctious audience Your Movie,
set up a brief setup into your scene,
then share your druthers with another way
a possible ending could glean . . .


WE'LL SCREEN 
"DRUTHER ENDINGS"
ON WINTER TUESDAYS

*AT THE BIJOU*


~ Absolutely*Kate
and our fine staff of renown

Hey Har ~ You wanna hear how I think Butch and Sundance
survived all odds? Huh? They did. I'm real darn sure of it.


Thursday, November 25, 2010

DON'T BYPASS THE PIE PASS ~ A Delicious Double*Duo Serving


 Back again ~ ~ because the recipe was thaaaat good . . . 

It's so "last season" as NFL'memories go, but still mighty fine and delicious and someone left the cake out in the rain . . . so we punted . . . and went for the pie. My oh My, you gotta go for the pie . . . 

AUTUMN HAS FALLEN ~ Pic ala Kevin H

DON'T BYPASS THE PIE PASS

~ By Absolutely*Kate and Harry B Sanderford

deliciously tangoing with the tangle of long yarns


SUMPTUOUS SANDERFORD SENSATIONS
~ A double*feature duet,
at the pen and in the kitchen ~


Ray Charles was doing what Ray Charles does best in the background. 
Though Ben and Brett had Georgia on their mind with the way the Giants had plucked a few feathers out of the Falcon's strut, these brawny boys were more into staging the mess'around as they worked together in Ben's mom's kitchen back in Findlay, Ohio. Brett threw eggs with only a bare moment's notice of, "Go long, Ben -- go long." With a few yolks cracking up, the yucks kept coming, as recipe book after Ma Roethlisberger's recipe book was yanked down from the high shelf the boys had no trouble reaching. When Hit the Road Jack came on, Brett looked up at the winking Felix the Cat clock over the kitchen sink and shovel-passed the Domino's brown sugar bag hard, fast and down low with a swift muttered, "Here we go again."

"You don't know me", Ben sputtered over the oooomph to his gut, "if you thought that one would get by. Now come on, let's make this pecan pie."
 
Me come on? You don’t have to tell me Big, I’m the one who has to get to Detroit before kickoff.”, the horn-hat QB defended.   

“I can’t believe you are going to that game after the homecoming the cheeseheads gave you a couple of weeks ago. Besides, you know you aren’t going to find anything remotely resembling a home cooked Thanksgiving dinner in Motown.”
Brett, being the comeback king of not just QB historee, but lyric quips rile'valry, stirred nuts into the stickey goo, while informing Ben, "I have a way to survive - I'm taking one of these pies as my carry-on luggage.”  

“Brett your mama might make the best pecan pie way down the Mississippi but around here we like to run ‘em through the oven before they go down down down that road. So fill ‘er up, let’s roll...”, Ben sang as he spun around holding out two empty pie shells for Brett to ladle full with the lumpy brown goo. 
Brett scraped the bowl clean and popped the oven door open for Ben who, careful not to fumble, made the completion setting the first and then the second down with plenty of time left on the Felix The Cat clock. High fives were in order followed by the opening of beers.
Big Ben took a sip and asked his possible Super Bowl foe just why he was going to Detroit to watch his former team. The team whose fans had showed a short memory and such bad manners to him only weeks prior.
“Because I’ve been a fortunate man and I’m grateful,” he said without a hint of ire. Then that shit-eating Brett Favre grin overtook his face and he added, “You know John Madden won’t be there with his eight legged turkey this year. I figured those boys might just like some pie.” The two gridiron good guys clinked beers as Junior Brown hung it up sending them both into a kitchenwide air guitar frenzy.
'Bout this time, Mrs Roethlisberger stepped into the disarray display gaining yardage in her usually well kept kitchen, and fondly one'upped both grown boys as the radio flaired out some lyrically high quality Beatles, in fine GameDay finesse of her own. "All together now, you rockstars had best clean up your creation mess. Any time at all, it doesn't take a fool on a hill or in the stadium nosebleed seats to know receivers have to get back and let our fave Favre score. Sure Brett, you take an extra pie down that long and winding road. Just put the word out around both leagues, to burly, brusque, behemoth defenders, keep your hands off my baby!"
“You got it Mrs. R.” Brett winked and kissed her cheek before twirling her around the kitchen floor.

"Happy Thanksgiving!"

FROM ABSOLUTELY*KATE
AND PIE-MAKING HARRY B SANDERFORD
with the thankfulness of
double-featured writing companions
and always inspiration

THANKS BE TO YOU
  IN WARM JOYS
(and good messy kitchens)

WISDOM IS COOL ~ Pic ala Oskay
Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. 
 
Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.


~ Erma Bombeck ... 
from Harry's refrigerator magnet collection
~ where truth is cool
 
 { click she and he when you're hankering to read more }
swinging noir and flashin' fiction
and recording inspiration when she bumps into it 

~ Harry B Sanderford surfs his own super outta site site,
is a headliner and a showstopper  AT THE BIJOU 
and sometimes a farmers' markets afficiando
( though why he needs to buy a farmer, I'll never know ) 
 

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

"WE ARE ONE" ~ ~ ~ AT THE BIJOU

LET THE PARTY SAIL, AT THE BIJOU!  ~ Dramatic pic ala Cobalt123

Birthday! Celebration. 
One Whole Year!

Psyched am I,
psyched for all of you too,

We're all such a pizazzy part
past the popcorn and the possibilities
of FIRST YEAR
*AT THE BIJOU*!


Clickonallourstars!
Knw them ever the mre.
Tis the juxtapsition of their wrds
which precede the way they linger
on yur mind . . . 
























Dad 




















































Kozel Beer 
(I'm part Kozel in my Czechoslovakian heritage, 
but it took the initmitable Paul Brazill 
to swig me knowledge of this family brew.
THANKS PAUL!)






















Matthew Magda 










Mom 


Movies 





NFL 

N O I R  

Ohio 


Oscar 

Pamila Payne 
 
Paris  
   
Passion 

Paul D Brazill 

Paul de Denus 

Paul Phillips 

 PAUL PILARCIK 
 
Peggy MacFarland 

Peppers & Zen 

Peter McNiff 

  Peyton Manning 

Phantom of the BIJOU 

Phil 
 
Playwright 
  
Popcorn 

Popper 

Positivity 

Private Eyes 

Prof 

Punxatawney 

Rabbit, Rabbit 
 
Ray Bradbury  
 
Richard M Johnson 

Ritz 

Robert Crisman 

Robert Morschel

Roller Derby 

Rudee Valley 

Ryn Cricket 

Salvatore Buttaci 

Sandra Davies 

 Santa 

SECOND BIJOU TALKIE 

  Sexy
 Sexy-Touch 
Shadow 

 Show Must Go On 
Snap, Crackle, Pop 

Snuggems 
Star

Steeler*Kate 
Steelers 

 Sugar 
Sugar/Wendy Staley 

  Super Bowl 

 Sweet Chili Philly 

Teresa Cortez

 Thank You 

Thanksgiving 
 *AT THE BIJOU* proudly presents
  SUSAN CROSS interviewing
ARLO GUTHRIE!


 The NOT 

"The Prints and The Popper"
Murder-Mystery Matinee 

Theatre 

 Thorton Wilder 
Three Kings 

  Thriller 
Tides
  Time 

Tony The Tiger 

TopFlite 

Toys 

Turkey 

Valentine 

Virginia 

Vortex 

Water 

Watergate,
Woodward & Bernstein 

Watering Hole 

Wholeheartedly 

Wind 
"Chasing the Wind" SERIAL 

Wise Guy 

Wish 

WRITERS 

W R I T I N G 

Youghiogheny River 

Zelda 
( also see Madam Z ~ She knows all, tells all )

Zelda Fitzgerald 

Zen 
Ziegfeld Follies
Ziegfeld Goil  
Wow. 
All that. All of you. 
One year.

Rather 
connotates
the word
cheer.

Thanks for sitting in our red velvet rows,
shows after grand writers' shows.

"Grow along with me. The Best is yet to be."
(I think Robert Browning would be proud to let me spotlight his classic line)

~ Absolutely*Kate
and our fine staff of renown*
*AT THE BIJOU*

Theatre for the Mind,
WHERE WRITERS' RAVES ARE READERS' FAVES

About that spectacular photo way back up there . . . Amazing Balloon Aerialist Performance:

Before you pass this image by, thinking it is an abstract or Photoshopped creation, look closer. This zoom shot from very far away shows an aerialist performing like a trapeze artist, suspended from giant balloons filled with helium and tethered. The performer had an act that lasted about 15 minutes near the finale of the All Souls Procession, but one had to look closely to see what was happening. This was off to the south of the main stage area as the crane lifted the traditional urn to the pedestal that would soon be ablaze, taking the urn's load of wishes, memories, messages, and prayers for All Souls to a fiery ceremonial finish.



ALWAYS SPECIAL AT THE BIJOU GRATITUDE to HARRY, PROF, JEANETTE, SUGAR, ZELDA, ANTHONY, KEVIN, PAUL & PAUL, ERIN, ERICs, LAURITA, CARRIE, PAMILA, LINDA, SAL, JOHN, MUSIC MIKE, J DANE T + ... Yikes! Scroll back above ~ the credits rolling are a'plenty ...  
plus our thousands of readers
that's why "WE ARE ONE"

~ Humbly,  ~ Happily
and on to Harbinger*33

~ Absolutely*Kate 
(c) November, 2010

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