Movie credits

I have enjoyed watching the credits of movies for more years than I can remember. I like seeing where movies are filmed, who was in charge of first aid, and the names of the catering services can be clever. I have also looked to see who were the stunt doubles, because for a while, there were 2-3 people with our last name in the bunch. But I haven't seen their names in several years now.

Some of the credits have funny little tidbits hidden in them; in Harper Valley PTA, for instance, remember the horsepoop dumped on the convertible? According to the credits, manure was courtesy of Seattle Slew!

In A Star is Born, Barbra Streisand's outfits came from "her closet". In Scream, there was something to the effect of "Absolutely no thanks to (can't remember the name) school system.

But now, it's gotten ridiculous. Who the heck cares who was the "standby painter"? Or who drove the director around? Must be some union agreement now that if you gave the camera person a stick of gum, your name has to be included in the list of credits. It takes almost a whole other soundtrack just to get through the credits.

Fortunately, my J-man puts up with this and just goes to the car and waits for me. Once in a while, something makes sitting through all the credits worthwhile. Did you watch "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" all the way to the end? What about "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest"?

So I continue to watch the credits, to the dismay of the cleaning crew, who want to get in there and get done. Now and then, I get lucky.

Knee injury

First blog! I wish I'd discovered these blogs a couple of weeks ago--it would have helped to pass the time while I've been off. It's been over 3 weeks now since I hurt my knee at work, and tomorrow night I plan to try a 6-hr shift. Being off work would have been fun if I'd been able to get around. Now that I can manage without the crutches, it's time to put the proboscis against the grindstone again.

Wonder how long til I can request time off? I need a REAL vacation, one with some FUN in it!

My J-man has been so patient these last few weeks--far more patient than I would have been, I'm afraid. If I so much as mention something, he's ready to go get it for me if I want him to. Considering the fact he's permanently disabled, and it's such an effort for him just to get around every day, I am a little ashamed of the whining I've done. I certainly appreciate him more since this all started.