One of my all-time favorite books is going to be a movie!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Irritating...
Spoof of Avril Lavigne's "Complicated" titled "Irritating" by comedian Tim Hawkins.
I found it on YouTube
I found it on YouTube
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Movie Moment - The Night of the Headless Horseman
I love almost all versions of Washington Irving's tale of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, especially the animated ones. Imagine my excitement when I located a 1998 version on http://www.hulu.com/. Hulu has been getting recognition for streaming tv shows for free, but they also have a movie section on its site, allowing viewers to watch selected movies for free too.
Anyway, here's the 1998 Fox adaptation, The Night of the Headless Horseman, of Irving's classic story.
Anyway, here's the 1998 Fox adaptation, The Night of the Headless Horseman, of Irving's classic story.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Santa's Amnesia
Santa’s Amnesia
By Richard Andrew Gonzalez
December 24, 2008
Brisk was old Santa as he delivered his gifts to all the good little children. The trip was rather difficult this year; he battled his way through wet stormy skies and thick snowy blizzards, flying in caution for fear of lightening strikes and frostbite. He was on his way back to the North Pole when his reindeer broke apart from the sleigh, and down, down Santa went, landing onto Perchwood Lane. Thankfully, some had seen dear Santa in distress, and they took him to the nearby church, which was still open and having their midnight mass.
When Santa woke, he grabbed his head and said, “Aho, ho, ho—oh, no, no, no, I must have bumped my head! I do not know my very name, or why I am dressed in red.” Old Santa had amnesia, and he did not know what to do, so he sat and listened to the carols sung, and to the priest’s solemn benediction too. As dear Santa sat, he wondered, “This Christ, he is so brilliant. Who else could have died and rose from the dead, only for the sins of others? Why, this gift of life is greater than any gift that I could have possibly ever imagined.” As he left the church, still rubbing his head, he wandered back to his sleigh.
There to greet him were small, plumpy elves who shouted, “Santa, we’re going to be late!”
“’Santa,’ who could this be?” said Santa, looking on both his sides and behind. “Little fellows, do you know me? I bumped my head! Can you help me? I have forgotten myself.”
While the small elves stood in shock of this devastating news, a few snowflakes began to fall. One happened to land on old Santa’s nose, and as soon as it hit him he said, “Ho, ho.” The memories returned, he remembered his elves, his sleigh, his wife, and his eight tiny reindeer. He returned to the sleigh as the elves whistled for the reindeer, and he glimpsed once more at the tall, ancient church and said, “Above all the gifts I have given, not a gift can amount to the one that came from a man whom is greater than I.”
By Richard Andrew Gonzalez
December 24, 2008
Brisk was old Santa as he delivered his gifts to all the good little children. The trip was rather difficult this year; he battled his way through wet stormy skies and thick snowy blizzards, flying in caution for fear of lightening strikes and frostbite. He was on his way back to the North Pole when his reindeer broke apart from the sleigh, and down, down Santa went, landing onto Perchwood Lane. Thankfully, some had seen dear Santa in distress, and they took him to the nearby church, which was still open and having their midnight mass.
When Santa woke, he grabbed his head and said, “Aho, ho, ho—oh, no, no, no, I must have bumped my head! I do not know my very name, or why I am dressed in red.” Old Santa had amnesia, and he did not know what to do, so he sat and listened to the carols sung, and to the priest’s solemn benediction too. As dear Santa sat, he wondered, “This Christ, he is so brilliant. Who else could have died and rose from the dead, only for the sins of others? Why, this gift of life is greater than any gift that I could have possibly ever imagined.” As he left the church, still rubbing his head, he wandered back to his sleigh.
There to greet him were small, plumpy elves who shouted, “Santa, we’re going to be late!”
“’Santa,’ who could this be?” said Santa, looking on both his sides and behind. “Little fellows, do you know me? I bumped my head! Can you help me? I have forgotten myself.”
While the small elves stood in shock of this devastating news, a few snowflakes began to fall. One happened to land on old Santa’s nose, and as soon as it hit him he said, “Ho, ho.” The memories returned, he remembered his elves, his sleigh, his wife, and his eight tiny reindeer. He returned to the sleigh as the elves whistled for the reindeer, and he glimpsed once more at the tall, ancient church and said, “Above all the gifts I have given, not a gift can amount to the one that came from a man whom is greater than I.”
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Breathe Into Me
Breathe Into Me
By Richard Andrew
By Richard Andrew
09.06.2008
All knowledge seems fake.
My heart wants to break.
At this moment, nothing matters to me.
All knowledge seems fake.
My heart wants to break.
At this moment, nothing matters to me.
Numbness has hijacked my soul.
I don’t know where there’s left to go.
Fill my cup – left it run over!
My candle stands alone in the darkness.
The wick has lost its fire, and is charred and shriveled up.
The wax no longer drips because the flames have disappeared.
I don’t know where there’s left to go.
Fill my cup – left it run over!
My candle stands alone in the darkness.
The wick has lost its fire, and is charred and shriveled up.
The wax no longer drips because the flames have disappeared.
Who blew out my only hope?
Restore my soul and have it shine for all eternity.
Make your fire to encompass me with your light.
Let me feel your grace.
Give me your merciful love.
Dear Lord, my Father, breathe into me.
Bring this old shell back to life.
Restore my soul and have it shine for all eternity.
Make your fire to encompass me with your light.
Let me feel your grace.
Give me your merciful love.
Dear Lord, my Father, breathe into me.
Bring this old shell back to life.
Make the dawn break through the night.
Cow Wearing Underpants
Cow Wearing UnderpantsBy Richard Andrew
09.06.2008
Once a cow came up to me and asked me what I'd like to see. I pondered a moment, for this question was rare, and I told him what I've never seen dared. To some, this may be a rude sort of thing, but I replied the most ridiculous thing. "What I'd like to see, that I've never seen, is someone wearing underpants for fun."
So he shifted his head to the left of me, to show me what I hadn't seen. To my amazement, there it was, underpants lying under the falling sun.
The cow turned his head to look back at me, and made a move as though he was going to flee. And to my amazement twice, the cow that flew out of my sight ran up to the spot where the underpants lay, picked up a frilly pair that had a golden flare, put it on his bare bun while saying, "My, isn't this good fun?" And he skipped down the lane with a smile.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Forever His Child
Forever His Child
by Richard Andrew
The Lord is with me always.
No evil spirit shall have my soul.
My heart sings praises to my Lord.
Forever, I will be His child.
The Devil will never win my spirit.
Nothing of God's belongs to Satan!
My Lord resides in my heart, He reigns within my soul.
I am His for eternity!
He formed me into His liking.
My Lord guides me on my path.
I shall not fear the Evil One.
God is always here!
by Richard Andrew
The Lord is with me always.
No evil spirit shall have my soul.
My heart sings praises to my Lord.
Forever, I will be His child.
The Devil will never win my spirit.
Nothing of God's belongs to Satan!
My Lord resides in my heart, He reigns within my soul.
I am His for eternity!
He formed me into His liking.
My Lord guides me on my path.
I shall not fear the Evil One.
God is always here!
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