I watched a bit of football today and as I watched my Falcons I became convinced of the veracity of my previous claims. The team needs help on the offensive line and a really dominant pass rusher. Still, they should have beat the Saints. It was, however, just ... Joss that they lost. Joss is a Chinese term that indicates fate, inevitability, luck, fortune or a combination of the above. It is a way of life, an attitude, that keeps one from railing at life, or God or tragedy. Yes, I finished re-reading Noble House tonight. That's what prompted me to use the word. It is a novel of Hong Kong, China and the far east. It is like the best steak that you ever ate, except it is a book. I thought about how much I learned about financial and business matters during the course of the book. The Chinese have to be among the sharpest business people on earth. Also, I learned a lot about espionage and politics and super-powers and the KGB's far reaching plans of the last half-century. It is a superb book. One of the things that occurred to me as I read this novel was that every culture seems to fancy themselves as the best in the world. I find that odd. Really, doesn't every nation have their prejudices against certain ethnicities, groups or religion? I think so. We are a funny species, this human race. My blog has been read by people in 135 different nations and I think that has helped me to grasp that perhaps we are not so different, after all.
I was looking around my blog a moment ago and saw that I have published 734 blog posts over the last few years. Moreover, I have another 91 that I have written but not published. Some of those have only a sentence or two. Some are complete but include something a bit risque or something that might hurt someone's feelings. Those of you who are new to the Author's Green Retreat might be interested in looking through the labels to your right, especially if you have a particular interest. I don't do many animal posts these days, since I sold my place on the mountain and returned to civilization. Ha, ha. I miss hiking in the woods and seeing nature in her most ravishing beauty when I walk out the back door. Alas. Then again, I have not had to deal with a single mountain lion since I came here to my present abode. So, I must be content with my lot, I suppose.
I started a Western the other night; it has an intriguing start to it and I'd tell you about it but would you believe that there are people that troll the internet for ideas they can ... borrow? Speaking of Westerns... I really miss my old pard, Cedric Gant. I finished his series and was glad that I gave closure to it, but now I want to bring him back and I don't really know if I should. The rascal has been .... oops! I almost had a spoiler, there.
I also have a love story almost completed, but I am keeping it vanilla and I got bored with it. Ha, ha. I also have a good story about a French lady, a spy and assassin. I actually published the first short story about her, took it off the market almost immediately, then started her prequel. I like her a lot. She suits my penchant for strong female leads and it, like my stories of Karina, would make a great movie for a woman like Ashley Judd or Angelina Jolie.
Let's see. What else? Oh, yeah. I watched a rather different movie last night called Elvis Has Left the Building. Here's the bizarre recipe.
It stars Kim Basinger as a lovely and very hot Southern belle. (She was born in Georgia, by the way.) Kim plays the role of a cosmetics salesperson named Harmony Jones who drives around in a pink caddy. While a young child, she had met the king and seemed to have a sort of spiritual connection to him even as an adult. In fact, she talked to Elvis very often. But then again, don't we all?... No, of course we don't. (A personal note: I have actually seen several Elvis imitators perform and enjoyed them very much. I have also been to Graceland.)
Anyway, there are a bunch of Elvis impersonators converging on Las Vegas for a convention. No big deal for Kim (Harmony) until she has an eerie, twilight zone experience. It seems that every Elvis impersonator she bumps into suddenly dies. Yeah, you heard right. Is the king using her, from his place beyond the grave, to clear out a few of these guys?
It isn't long until two FBI guys start to think that a serial killer of Elvis dudes is operating and they are on the trail of the pink caddy and John Corbett who portrays Kim's love interest. Corbett's ex-wife is an Elvis impersonator, so you can see where that might lead to problems. By the way, Corbett's character is named Miles Taylor.
I find this movie funny and rather charming. You may hate it but you should try it if you're an Elvis fan, or not. Pay close attention to the newspaper headlines as they are really funny. Also, there is a black guy who does a good job as a germaphobic FBI agent. His name is Charlie and he is portrayed by Phil Lewis. Look for Tom Hanks as Mailbox Elvis.
My hands are getting a bit stiff from the rather long post, so I will bid you ado, from the Author's Green Retreat.
I'm CE Wills.
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