Please, someone out there…tell me you know exactly the part in Purple Rain when that dude walks out onto the stage and says, with nary a glimmer of personality: Ladies and Gentlemen…the Revolution. Anyone? (Besides you, Mr. Bubby.) Anyone?
I saw that movie in the first few days of its release back in 1984. I went to see it at the Everett Mall—alone—because I couldn't find a single friend who wanted to go with me.
And yes…when Tiny P went over and kissed Wendy Melvoin on the cheek during the finale, I wept for the universal bonds of friendship and forgiveness.
Anyhoo…this leads to my post today, about my new cool scrapbooking toy. Ladies and Gentlemen…the Revolution.
So I just got this last week, and have been having a fabulously good time, making letters from cardstock and such (and using it with my other Quickutz dies, like my favorite font, Studio) but what you have to know is this: every time I pull it out of my cabinet, I say, just like that dude in the movie: Ladies and Gentlemen…the Revolution. And it makes it RIDICULOUSLY more fun to use.
I love that. I love the fact that my life has been so saturated with various media input, that I can pull stuff like that out of my ass (and by "ass" of course I mean the deepest recesses of my dazzling intellect) at the drop of a hat.
And speaking of those types of things… Dan reads the comments on the blog here, and we had a good laugh about O.J. being in some kind of trouble (it never gets old, sorry, Juice.) And Dan wanted to know how one of my readers would know about that little inside-joke of ours, to which I replied, "Well…if you had READ my 2nd book, you might have come across a layout about Dan-isms.…if you had READ it."
(It's a little sore spot in our house. Okay, in MY house, meaning, my soul. He hasn't really read it. I thought about withholding favors at one point. But that's a story for another day.)
So I tell him: "Ya, I also wrote about what you say, whenver I'm starting to tell you the reasons behind why I have to go and run so many errands…blah, blah, blah, and then you cut me off and say—"
And he says, "You mean the thing about stirring the sauce, delivering the guns, and going to the airport?"
And I'm like, "What?"
And he's like, "You know, our little 'Goodfellas' riff, you know at the end, when he's all hopped up on coke?"
And I'm like, "OH YEAH…I LOVE that one. But, um…. NO."
So what I'm trying to say, is not only do I love referencing all the media that has at one point or another, come streaming into my world…but you should know that most of my deepest relationships are solidly based them, too.