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I AM STILL HERE

Saturday, November 9th, 2013

      Alright, it’s November 8th and there hasn’t been a new blahg here since June Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!8th.  That’s a long five months. Today is not going to be a new full blahg.  I just wanted to let you know I am still here.  You might have gotten a virus notification about this website but I’ve fixed that and I’ll thank those of you who ignored the warning and continued on to read this blahg.  All warnings will eventually disappear.

     Some bad things have happened over the past few months.  Our kitten, Willow, died on Father’s Day.  Technically she had a stroke and we had to have her put down.  It was a bad weekend because we had learned on the Friday that she had the same disease that killed our last kitten, Stella. 

Little Willow (aka Super Faster Hair)

     We were told the odds of that happening to two kittens in the same house within a one year period were astronomical.  Still didn’t make us feel better about it.  We were all devastated.  Instead of showing a more recent picture of Willow, the one on the left was taken by the staff at the Peterborough Humane Society before we adopted her.  They graciously emailed me the photo.  We have a new kitten but I won’t talk about her yet. 

Roni Summer Wickens

     The other sad news was that my friend and colleague Roni Summers Wickens passed away earlier this summer.  She fought a brave fight with cancer but sadly lost the battle.  I used to be her boss and then she was my boss.  Long story, but throughout it, no matter who was the boss, we were friends.  We lost sight of that over the last few years but I did get to see her last year when she was in better health and there was still some camaraderie between us.  The photo here is not one of my own but it reminds me well of Roni in better times.  She is missed. 

     That’s all I will post here for today.  Sad news upon sad news is bad enough.  I will close this short blahg with a song from Jimmy Durante.  He really is a great singer of ballads and I really like this song from the movie, “Lili”.  He did not sing the song in the movie but it’s a very moving version.  Very emotional but the essence is that after all, you are still here.  I am still here.

MORE POETRY FROM THE MIND OF SCOTT HENDERSON

Saturday, June 8th, 2013

     Yesterday, June 6th, marked one month since my last blahgScott Henderson still thinks he's cool!.  Frankly, I’ve been struggling to think what I should write about.  Many things have been happening in my life and in the world but they just weren’t blahg worthy.  Sure, I’ve been angry about many things and in the past I’ve written here about the things that make me angry.  I don’t want this blahg to be like that.  I don’t want people to think I’m unhappy all of the time.  I’m not.  Well, maybe I am a lot more lately but I’m trying to get past that. 

     One of my favorite blahgs this year was IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU’RE TOO CLOSE.  You can check it out here:  http://falseducks.com/theblahg/?p=121.  In that blahg I shared some of my poetry and even managed to write something new.  I’ve been think a great deal about my poetry lately and how proud I used to be of the poems I wrote.  I even spent a five year period between 1987 and 1992 sending out submissions and trying to get published.  I was only successful a couple of times.  Nonetheless, I thought I would share some of my favorite poems here and go one better by posting videos of me reading those poems. 

     The following poem was not one of the poems that I had published.  It is one of my favorites however because it talks about this limit between youth and manhood and what separates us from the stupid things we did as boys compared to the stupid things we do as men.  It’s called “Drivin’ over the limit” and was written July 13, 1986:

                 Drivin’ over the limit

hangin’ onto girls
we knew years ago,
Steve and I take this dark drive home
from Kingston
and admit to each other
that no boy’s different
from the the man he’s gonna be and
that we all rush toward those guys of us
who’ll have it all
and’ll have who they want
from the whole crop and
yet gettin’ to those guys
means wasting yer youth
on moments that yer maturity
will kick you for passing by.

and those girls of our yesteryears
was ones we wracked our loins over
cause sex was what
the opposite sex was all about
and if you wasn’t tuned in
to the guy the other guys
said you was to be
then you gave up too easily
on the girls that you wanted, and
on the girls the other guys
said any red-blooded devil wanted,
and compromised yer self
by wanting girls
that was beyond yer limit

but now drivin’ home
we toss across names of girls,
who though women now,
will always be girls by names,
and confess those death secrets
that we expected to keep for life
and yet seem so unimportant now
when stacked against the women
whose girlish lives
we never knew as boys
but came to need as men
whose boyhoods become
a painful means to
getting us over out limit
so we might get home
that much quicker to our wives.

 

      This next poem was also written in 1986, on April 27th.  I’ve always had a fascination with Superman and what it would be like to be him.  I guess this answers those questions:

               if you’d be a superman

He works long hours
and he don’t ever get paid
or remuneration or thanks sometimes
but that’s all part of his job
being a protector of the good

If you wanta be Superman
you gots to be more than human
not necessarily superhuman
but better than most folks
who are always trying to do good
and put you out of a job

In the center of that man’s faith
is himself
and he’s pretty sure
they’ll all worship him always
for being a hero and not a villain
because Superman is where it’s at

Yeah Superman’s this guy
who flies you know
but when he walks
he walks among us
and is one of us
like he wants to be
and drinks a little
and he tells dirty stories
but he’s perfect on duty

Superman’s got no hang-ups
maybe hang-outs maybe
like getting in free at the drive-in
but then who’d really ask him to own up?

If you’d be a Superman
you’d be just a guy in tights
because you gotta hate the job
like it was the only thing evil
and you couldn’t defeat it

If you’d live a Superman
you’d be out of work
because there’s only room for one
and we’d all be Supermans if we could

Yeah Superman’s’ this guy
who flies you know
because they draw him that way
and he can’t object
like you would
if you’d be a Superman

Yeah Superman’s this guy
who fights crime and evil
and is always looking to be put out of business
but not everyone wants to be a Superman
and he cries at night
when he’s flying
but you think it’s rain
and he’s still up there
and he wonders what it would be like
if Superman’d be a you

 

      Now for some of my published poetry.  The next two poems were published in the April/May 1988 issue of the North York Arts Council Arts News.  Other than a University newspaper at Trent, these were the first two poems I had published.

                 A love poem:  and I probably am

it’s silly,
I know, but…
Ya know
I don’t know
how I got this way–
–extended into
yer hemisphere;
blockin’ out the light–
–but…aha!
yer hemisphere
YER hemisphere

yer HEMISPHERE

left and right
frontal lobe,
cerebral cortex,

and the time
I thought the stuff
was in my heart.

well I’ll be Damned!!!

 

     This is the second poem I had published in the April/May 1988 issue of the North York Arts Council Arts News.  It was originally titled “The Wooden Train” but they erred and printed the title as “The Wooden Trail”.  Frankly, I like their title better.

                 THE WOODEN TRAIL

Run into an old buddy tonight–
–same name
not the same person–
remember him when he was boy;
when we was all boys.
Lots of rumbling stomachs
mumbling talk
passed between us ago
but no call for this dark
half day.

Learned more thing
since him
but couldn’t find any–
–not anything that you can say–
and so we just moved;
too scared to stand still
and catch up on ourselves.
He’s been working six years
same place
but I’ve been working
on me for my whole life
and I’m still without a job.
Invited me over
but I opted for onward
and lost him somewheres.
All reunions–
–mine–
should be short like that–
–like my memory–
or I’ll start asking
what we’re here for
and be scared by
an answer…

     

     The next time I would be published would be in December of 1988. It was in the old Poetry Toronto magazine.  I had submitted to them before but they rejected my work and told me to study Canadian Poetry from the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s and not just the modern poetry of the 1980s.  I wrote back and told them I was a Poetry scholar and had read, studied, and collected poetry of Canadians Poets of all of those decades.  This time they chose to publish 4 of my poems.  There was no note from them but the magazine showed up one day with a letter saying that this would be the last published edition of Poetry Toronto.  No thank you for my submissions.  I guess they blamed me for putting the magazine out of business.

                         DA MUSTARDMOON

dis moment,
separated from my wife
by job and mile

dis moment
barely
one month after we’ve married

I’d like to find
comfort
in her navel
risin’
slowly in her sleep
and know dat
does tiny fluctuations
is her guilt
fer lyin’ on my side of da bed

    

     Here’s the second poem from that Poetry Toronto magazine.  A little embarrassing perhaps to my wife and I but I’ll print it here regardless.

DA HONEYMOON

i’ve discovered
i’m no bluebird
’cause i wedded
and flew away to Manitoulin
where we made love
four times

but no
she corrects me
and says it was only twice

but yes
i contradict
and point out da four orgasms

but no

but yes

but no

but wait…she’s right
and fer the first time
i have to admit that to her

which after da first time
i discover is
a mistake to do so

 

      Here’s poem # 3 from that Poetry Toronto magazine. I was working midnights at a Texaco and it was taking a long time for them to get another employee to work those hours so I worked a long time without a night off and it inspired this poem.

                         A SHORT COLD POEM

the british tabloids
carry banner lines
THE QUEEN-MOTHER
ADMITTED TO HOSPITAL
and all the
commonwealth nations
draw in breaths

but a week later
surprise
JUST A COLD
DOCTORS SAY
and the air
is let back out

meanwhile
it’s whispered
in canada
“henderson’s sick.
I hope he won’t ask
for time off.
We’re already
short staffed.”

but I work anyhow
eight nights in a row
waitin’ fer
the trainee
to screw up
enough courage
to work alone
or to re-assure
himself
“henderson’s not
contagious.”

 

     Here’s the final poem of the 4 published in that Poetry Toronto magazine. It was a poem that described a conversation I was having with my wife over what to do one night when we were really bored and there was nothing but reruns on Television.  Alas, Kmart is now gone.  So’s Zellers for that matter.  Hmmmm, maybe this is the poem that put Poetry Toronto and Kmart out of business in Canada. 

 

                         DRY

it’s 8 pm
rerun
mass masses boredom

let’s jump inta da car
and drive somewhere dark and secluded
hop into da back seat

no response

but pressed she says…

nevermind

it’s 8:15
let’s jaunt to da beach
half-hour and skinny-dip

what beach?

nevermind

8:30 waltz around da Kmart

okay

OKAY?
MASS MASSES BOREDOM
LET’S ALL GO WALTZ AROUND DA KMART

at 8:45 I grab da key
boot to da water
and hope dere’s a drownin’

 

     I hope you enjoyed these poems and this blahg.  It’s too bad the poet now needs glasses to read his own work.  By the way, the Poet is available for recitals, parties, Bar Mitzvahs, funerals, shut-ins, or wherever there’s a captive audience that can’t shut off the computer or close the YouTube video.

THE PUBLIC & PRIVATE LIFE OF DEANNA DURBIN

Monday, May 6th, 2013

      The first thing you are going to notice is that the photo to the right is not a picture of me. BEAUTIFUL DEANNA DURBINIndeed, it is not me but rather a nice colour photo of the late actress Deanna Durbin.  She is the topic of this blahg.  I have been a fan of hers for many years and with her recent passing, I thought maybe I would speak of her here and share some of the things that I think are so special about Deanna Durbin.

     Just last Thursday, May 2nd, I learned that Deanna Durbin had died.  In fact, my friend Bryan and I had been speaking about her earlier in the day.  We were discussing the films of Gene Kelly, of “An American In Paris” and “Singing In The Rain” and other great films, when our discussion turned to the film he made with Deanna Durbin, “Christmas Holiday”.  I’ll speak more about that film in a bit.  Later in the day, Bryan and I were in line at one of the McDonald’s in Belleville when we noticed that the television that was available for patrons scrolled across a quick line at the bottom of the screen that Deanna Durbin had died at the age of 91.  Both of us were shocked.  We had just been speaking about her and now we learn she had passed away.

     The internet is a good source for news when you live in a rural area like mine.  I get 4 our 5 channels by antenna and there is no 24 hour news channel among them.  So, I searched online news sources for details about Deanna’s death.  I was quite surprised to learn that, according to some sources, she had actually died around April 20th but we were just learning about this now.  She had always valued her privacy and her family honored those wishes even unto her death.  Still, twelve days after her passing, we learn of her death?  There’s no mystery involved here and if you read on in this blahg, you will learn why this should not come as a surprise. 

     One of the affinities I have with Deanna is that she was actually born in Winnipeg, Manitoba here in Canada.  That doesn’t mean we lay any claim to her but we all know some of the great actors and actresses in Hollywood were born in Canada.  America’s early silent screen sweetheart Mary Pickford was born in Toronto.  I won’t mention all the others but that bond of being born in Canada ties us all together.  I also won’t go into details about Deanna’s life.  There are numerous online sources that will fill in those details and some are correct and some are not.  Deanna liked her privacy and the stories about her were hard to verify.  Now that she’s gone we only have those stories to go by.  I don’t think she left notes for an unfinished autobiography and any unauthorized biography that might be published would probably be full of inaccuracies. 

     Deanna grew up on the screen.  That’s how I remember her.  TV Ontario’s iconic Saturday Night At The Movies program often aired Deanna Durbin movies when I was growing up.  I think the late Elwy Yost, who hosted during those early years, was a big Deanna Durbin fan.  I remember him always presenting her films with a big smile on his face and he always spoke fondly of her films and film image.  And that’s it really, it was her film image that captivated everyone.  It made her a mega-star and and made Universal solvent in the process.  But her film career didn’t start at Universal.  She was first signed by MGM and paired in the 1936 short “Every Sunday” with Judy Garland.  Here it is, for your viewing enjoyment: 

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     There was something special about Deanna and I guess the studio couldn’t see it in this short.  Legend has it that Louis B. Mayer saw the short and said “Drop the fat one.”  He meant Judy Garland but for some reason, MGM kept Judy and Deanna would eventually end up at Universal.  Research Deanna Durbin and you read more about that.  Again, everything is rumors, stories, or conjecture but it makes for a fun legend nonetheless. 

     Deanna Durbin made 21 films from 1936 to 1948 and was, as the stories goes, the highest paid actress at one point in her career.  Here’s a list of her films:

 

1936    Three Smart Girls

1937    One Hundred Men and a Girl

1938    Mad About Music

1938     That Certain Age

1939    Three Smart Girls Grow Up

1939    First Love

1940    It’s a Date

1940    Spring Parade

1941    Nice Girl?

1941    It Started with Eve

1943    The Amazing Mrs. Holliday

1943    Hers to Hold

1943    His Butler’s Sister

1944    Christmas Holiday

1944    Can’t Help Singing

1945    Lady on a Train

1946    Because of Him

1947    I’ll Be Yours

1947    Something in the Wind

1948    Up in Central Park

1948    For the Love of Mary

 

     What is unfortunate about this list is that only 13 of these 21 films have been released on DVD. The Deanna Durbin Sweetheart Pack Previously, 18 of these films had been issued on VHS with only Christmas Holiday, Hers to Hold, and Spring Parade not seeing VHS releases.  Spring Parade has never had any official release of any kind.  Back in 2004 Universal finally got around to issuing some of her films on DVD.  With the release of the “Deanna Durbin Sweetheart Pack”  we were treated to the release of Three Smart Girls / Something In the Wind / First Love / It Started with Eve / Can’t Help Singing / Lady on a Train.  Deanna Durbin: The Music and Romance CollectionIn 2010 we finally saw another DVD box set from Universal/TCM with the release of “Deanna Durbin: The Music and Romance Collection” containing Mad About Music / That Certain Age / Three Smart Girls Grow Up / Because of Him / For The Love of Mary.  In 2012 there were a couple of single releases through the Universal Vault collection which are manufacture on demand discs.  These were “The Amazing Mrs. Holliday” and  “Up in Central Park.”  Last month, we saw one more Universal vault release or should I say re-release of “It Started with Eve”.  “It Started with Eve” is one of my personal favorites with Deanna, Robert Cummings (with whom she would co-star in “Spring Parade” & “Three Smart Girls Grow Up”) and Charles Laughton (who would also co-star with Deanna in “Because of Him”).  It’s a great comedy and Deanna and Laughton are fun together.  If you’re counting all of these releases, this adds up to 13 of Deanna’s films available on DVD here in North America. Even the short “Every Sunday” that she made at MGM in 1936 has been released as an extra on the DVD of the 1942 film “For Me and My Gal” starring Judy Garland and Gene Kelly.

     Earlier I mentioned the film “Christmas Holiday”.  Elwy Yost once showed that, too, on Saturday Night At The Movies but it’s been an elusive film to own.  It has never had a release here in North America on DVD or VHS.  Deanna Durbin: The Ultimate CollectionIn Europe and Australia, however, Deanna seems to be a little more respected.  19 of her 21 films have been released on DVD with only “Spring Parade” and “It’s A Date” still yet to be released.  There have been two Ultimate Collection releases with all 19 films in one set as well as individual releases of these films.  In Australia, there was a release of these 19 films in a round “hat box” collection which is sadly now out of print.  Portuguese release of It's A DateYou can still find the individual releases from the UK and if you have a region free DVD player, like I do, this is the way to go.  There’s even a Portuguese release of “It’s A Date” along with the Jeanette MacDonald film “The Lottery Bride”.  I don’t know the quality of the Portuguese release but if you can find the officially released VHS, and I’m not getting rid of mine any time soon, then that will suffice.  There are even some bootleg prints of Spring Parade floating around and the last I checked, the full film was posted on YouTube. 

     After finishing her last film with Universal, Deanna married film producer-director Charles Henri David in 1950 and relocated to France.  There she remained and there she died.  There is very little known about her life after she left Hollywood.  She was disillusioned with the star factory treatment and the poor quality of the scripts coming her way.  She had a daughter by a previous marriage and she just wanted to raise her child in anonymity.  She would have a son by Charles David and she devoted the rest of her life to being a mother and wife far from the maddening crowd.  The last interview she gave was in 1983.  You can read it here:  http://javabeanrush.blogspot.ca/2010/11/DeannaDurbinInterview.html.  She was apparently very happy and never regretted her decision to leave Hollywood and the movies.  She fared better than most juvenile stars of her time and our time. 

     Her private life is nothing I can speak of here.  I respect her decision to do what she did and what came later was all her own.  I can only speak of the public image.  I don’t know if she realized what her movies and songs meant to us all.  They are not inspirational…they are entertainment.  There’s something moving and happy in every one of her films and they are indeed classics that can be watched over and over again.  “Christmas Holiday” is not a Christmas movie.  It is a film noir dark piece that shows Deanna’s dramatic acting ability.  It also produced two great songs:  “Always” and “Spring Will Be A Little Late This Year”.  Give a listen to the two of them below: 

“Always”:

“Spring Will Be A Little Late This Year”:

 

I will miss Deanna.  I always had a secret dream of meeting her.  I’ve had an address to which to write her but I never got around to doing it.  I guess my sensibility and that respect for her privacy always prevented me from writing that letter.  I know what I would have said.  I would have said THANK YOU.  All my thanks for what she did give us and the legacy she left on screen and in her recordings.  Go gently into that good night Deanna.  I’ll remember you ALWAYS.

THE BETTER PERSON

Thursday, April 25th, 2013

     What a week we’ve had!  Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!When I say we, I mean the global we.  Boston Bombings, explosions in West, Texas, thwarted terrorist plot to derail trains here in Canada, and that massive fight with my brother.   Oh, you didn’t hear about that last one?  Well, why would I want to rehash that here?  Because I can.  This is my blahg and I’ll comment on whatever I please.  Don’t worry, this won’t be all self-serving.  There will be a connection to larger things. 

     Let me start with that fight with my brother Tim.  The fight was so nasty and made me so angry that it inspired me for this blahg and put world events into perspective.  THE HENDERSON FAMILY SIBLINGSThe photo below is the last picture taken of all 6 of my parents’ children. The occasion was the wedding of my brother Chris and his wife Valerie.  I don’t remember the date but I think it was 7 or 8 years ago.  In the back row, from left to right, are Todd (2nd oldest), Chris (the youngest and the groom), Wanda (4th oldest), and Tim (the oldest).  In the front row, again from left to right, are Dan (5th oldest) and yours truly, Scott (3rd oldest).  Dan was married for the second time to wonderful Deb about five years ago.  There was a photo taken at Dan’s wedding but Tim was in Afghanistan (I’ll explain about that later) so the family photo was short one brother; making the one at Chris’ wedding the last complete Henderson sibling picture. 

     Forgive me the side trip about the family photo.  As mentioned, Tim was in Afghanistan during Dan’s wedding so that requires a brief explanation.  Tim is skilled at boiler and furnace mechanics so he was employed by a private company to oversee the boiler systems on the Canadian base over there.  I am probably selling him short in this description because I don’t know exactly what he did there but Tim is very skilled and qualified.  At one point Dan, who is in the Canadian military was serving in Afghanistan at the same base as Tim.  They had the opportunity to spend some time together there.  Tim was still on a contract in Afghanistan at the time of Dan’s wedding.  Recently, Tim had a similar contract working in Northern Canada up at Canadian Forces Station Alert in Nunavut.  Maybe it wasn’t there and Tim will fault me for not knowing it but it was somewhere North and remote and he was there for two or three months. 

     While Tim was away, he parked his truck in my parents’ driveway facing toward the road.  My father’s truck was parked facing Tim’s truck.  The driveway is narrow and there is a large gazebo to the right of the driveway and a long hedge to left.  There is no way to get another vehicle along side of vehicles parked in the driveway.  Now, as I’ve mentioned, I’m really the only sibling who is in charge of checking in on my parents on a regular basis.  Dan lives an hour away, Chris lives in Cincinnati about 9 hours away, and Tim normally lives in Ottawa when he’s not off working somewhere in the world.  If you’re doing the math, that leaves two other siblings.  To be fair, both Todd and Wanda work but they certainly don’t do as much as I do even when they are not working.  No digs there.  So, to get back to the current story, my mother called me a couple of weeks ago to tell me that my father’s vehicle wouldn’t start.  I had my suspicions that it was a dead battery so when I went there, I found it was indeed a dead battery.  Sometimes when my parents go shopping they load groceries into the back of their Ford Escape and they don’t always close the hatch completely when they unload the groceries.  This was the case and the dome light stayed on and killed the battery. 

     As I mentioned, there is no way to get another vehicle along side of vehicles parked in the driveway.  This limited my options of boosting my father’s vehicle battery.  I had booster cables but couldn’t get my car near the front of his car.  The cables were not twenty feet long so the only option I had was to move Tim’s vehicle forward about five feet and to boost my father’s vehicle.  I’ve boosted a few vehicles in my time so I knew what I was doing.  The short version of this story is that I moved Tim’s truck five feet forward and boosted dad’s battery without incident.  End of story number one regarding Tim’s truck. 

     Now comes last week.  We had some high winds and a tree limb went down and landed at the rear of Tim’s truck.  My father asked me to bring in my chainsaw and cut up the limb before Tim flew home on Thursday.  So, I went in on Wednesday and found that a lot of tree debris had fallen into the bed of Tim’s truck.  I cut everything up and stacked the burnable size pieces off to one side.  That left a lot of the smaller debris and the stuff that was in Tim’s truck.  I decided the best thing to do would be to take it down to the yard waste depot around the corner from my parents’ house.  It is less than half a kilometer away so I took Tim’s truck and emptied it and swept it out.  I thought I was doing Tim and my father a favour.  All in all, with going to the yard waste depot and back and moving Tim’s truck five feet to boost my father’s vehicle, I put maybe one kilometer of mileage on Tim’s truck.  I should also add that when I boosted my father’s vehicle, Tim’s gas gauge was flashing empty.  That means it was empty when Tim parked it before leaving for up north.  That is significant to this story. 

     I stopped by my parents’ house again on Friday to check on them and asked if Tim had got in safely.  Madder Than A Wet HenMy father informed me that Tim was back and he was madder than a wet hen because someone had used his truck.  I really didn’t understand at that point what the big deal was.  I was soon to learn.  Tim and his girlfriend, Becky, stopped in about 15 minutes later with submarine sandwiches in hand.  (Nothing for anyone else I might add.  That’s an aside that I will touch on later.)  I told Tim that if he was angry that someone had used his truck that he should take it up with me because I was the one who had used the truck on both occasions.  I wasn’t trying to pick a fight but I might as well have put that forward as my intention.  Tim let forth a string of threats and insults that were unwarranted.  I tried to explain to him why I had used his vehicle but that only made him angrier.  Becky tried to restrain him but Tim was, in my opinion, out of control.  He threatened to hit me and other acts of violence.  I told him that if he laid one finger on me I would call the police.  I wasn’t going to play his game or feed into this violence.  To this, he called me “a girl” simply because I wouldn’t defend myself.  Craziness! 

     There were other points of Tim’s anger that did not make sense.  An Empty Gas GuageI was accused of putting untold mileage on his truck and emptying it of gas.  I tried to explain about the gas gauge already being on empty and driving his truck less than a kilometer but Tim was not prepared to listen to anything I had to say.  I even apologized for using his truck but even that was not good enough.  He called me stupid and talked about how intelligent he was and how much his truck was worth more than anything I owned or was likely to ever own.  Rebuttal was useless.  I also tried to explain that it was me here taking care of mom and dad that made it possible for him to be away for long stretches of time.  It isn’t him that is taking care of business on the local front!  Finally, I just had to leave.  I had promised my friend Bryan, who lives with my parents, a ride to work.  Bryan witnessed all of this and when we got outside he asked me what that was all about.  I told him I honestly didn’t know.  All I knew was Tim was angry and I was even angrier at the way I was treated. 

     I had to stop off about an hour later at my parents’ house because I had to drop off something my mother had asked me to pick up at the pharmacy.  By that time, Tim was gone and the house was quiet.  My mother told me that Tim said to say he was sorry for earlier.  I was still angry about the whole affair and all I could think to say was a variation of the speech Aunt Em gives to Miss Gulch near the beginning of the Wizard of Oz:Aunt Em Tells Off Miss Gulch 

For twenty-three years I’ve been dying to tell you what I thought of you, and now, well, being a Christian woman, I can’t say it.”  Of course it would have meant more if Tim had been there and I could have said it to his face.  He probably just would have laughed at me.  By the way, Abbie and I went to see The Wizard of Oz in the movie theater about two weeks ago and it still holds up after all these years.  But that’s another story and another blahg.

     The final piece of this is that Tim called me up at home three hours later.  I was a little curt with him because I was still angry.  I asked him what he wanted and he said he had called up to apologize.  I told him I wasn’t going to take this from him any longer and he could rub salt.  I then hung up on him.  I wasn’t specific about where he should rub the salt nor do I know what really is the meaning of that phrase.  That was five days ago and I haven’t heard from Tim since nor do know if he actually rubbed salt on something.  I don’t really care.  I just want to have my say and this blahg is the only forum I have to to speak without being interrupted. 

     The problem with having siblings is that you fight too much or you follow your brother down a path that only ends in tears.  Case in point is the two brothers who were allegedly behind the Boston bombings.  One is dead and the other will be in jail for the rest of his life if convicted.  What did they have to be angry about?  Why were they angry at the world?  I don’t know.  I can only talk about the conflict between my brother and I.  Tim might be smarter than me.  He certainly is stronger than me.  He’s probably in better shape than I am.  He might even be richer than I am when you are tallying up fortunes.  But that’s not important to me.  What is important is to be the better person and I think that’s what this blahg is really about. 

     Someone can try and tear you down and hurt you but you have to rise above that and not go down that same path.  I think I’m the better person.  I do many things for my parents and my personal life is affected by it.  I can’t have a regular job because I have to run errands for my parents and take them to medical appointments.  They could probably go by themselves but, as I have learned, they don’t always hear or understand what the Doctor tells them.   Bone of ContentionThat’s another bone of contention by the way.  I hate when one of my siblings tries to diagnose my mother or father.  They have never been to any of my parents’ medical appointments and cannot comment on what they do not know.  I’ve been there and I’ve heard the diagnosies and recommendations.  I’m no Doctor and have had no medical training so even I won’t comment on anyone’s medical health unless I hear it directly from the source. 

     It’s important for me to be the better person.  I won’t get anything for it.  There’s no trophy or reward but I suspect some of my siblings think that I’ll be the first to line up with my hand out when my parents’ will is read.  I don’t care about that.  I want my mom and dad to be around for a while.  That’s what is important.  That’s why I do the things I do.  I also don’t show up at my parents’ house with food or coffee in hand without bringing them something or phoning ahead to see if they want or need something.  My sister is notorious for that.  So was Tim with his submarine sandwich.  I guess I just get it quicker than my siblings.  Let them take what they want when my parents are gone.  I’ll take away the satisfaction that I was the better child and the better person and was there for them when they were alive. 

     I want to close this piece by drawing it all together to world events.  The bombings in Boston were a terrible thing committed by terrible people.  There were, however, great acts of heroism and compassion performed by total strangers toward the victims.  Let’s not forget about that.  The world is not full of all angry people wanting to tear us down.  There are better people out there.  Let’s celebrate that.  Let’s all try to be the better person. 

     I’ll close with a poem I wrote back on June 24th, 1985.  Forgive the strange alignment of sentences and that fact that I don’t know what the inspiration was for this poem but the words in it have never been more fitting:

                                                                       ADVICE TO US KILLERS

 

Instead of slicing

                     others  open

          when you get mad

                    – just put a small hole

                                       into yourself

                              and let the steam out –

-boil some heavy water

                                      over your open wound –

                   – make a potent cup of tea-

              – chew dandelions like dogs do –

                  – then throw down

                 your silly ideas

                                     of self-help

 

IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU’RE TOO CLOSE.

Tuesday, February 26th, 2013

     Recently, I caught my wife reading some of my blahgs.Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!  There isn’t anything wrong with that so don’t read anything into my action of catching her doing something that is perfectly normal.  I was just taken aback is all.  In some sullen moments when I find my wife and I at distances, I think about the fact that she doesn’t even ready my blahg!  I guess I can’t use that argument anymore.  I guess I should also watch what I write here. 

     I haven’t anything to hide.  There is nothing in any of my blahgs that I am ashamed for having written.  I try to tell the truth here or offer my opinion on what’s happening or what interests me.  One fact:  I like The Weepies!  I’ve said that before and I’m listening to them now as I write this blahg.  Here they are live at the Brit Festival in Southern Orgeon on August 23, 2011: 

     The title of this blahg comes from that old bumper sticker you used to see on many cars.  IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU’RE TOO CLOSE.  The perception is that if you could read the bumper sticker then you were tailgating or following too close behind the vehicle in front of you and that could be a dangerous thing.  But I think there is another interpretation.  In the case of my blahg, if you can read this, you’re too close…to me.  That doesn’t mean you’re standing too close to me but rather the other definition of being close to me through relation or friendship.  You know who I am and what I’m all about.  That’s as close as you can really get to anyone. 

     I don’t have a problem with anyone who is close to me reading anything I write.  I guess I really have a problem with myself because I don’t write enough for people to read.  These blahgs have too much time passing between the reading of each.  I haven’t written any fiction in a long time.  I barely write my signature any more, for that matter.  My output has dwindled to reminder notes or shopping lists or appointment dates on the calendar.  The last thing I wrote of any meaning was a short verse in the Valentine’s Day card I gave to my wife.  That’s sad.  The verse wasn’t sad but the fact that I’m not writing any more is a low point.     

My collection of Christmas themed material, Proof For Believing

     I always believed I was a good writer and thought I had promise.  I have even self-published a volume of my Christmas themed material, “Proof For Believing”. Before that, I wrote a novel called “False Ducks” that sadly sits unpublished.  Everything stops after that.  Only these blahgs continue.  These blahgs were meant to be an outlet for my creativity and to be a forum for my previously written material.  But I’ve failed even at that.  I’ve barely posted here, anything of my own.  Certainly nothing new other than the blahg of the week or month. 

     I want to rectify some of that.  An Excerpt From My First Nothing BookI want to share some of my earlier writing.  When Jeanette and I first started as friends in 1984, she gave me a “Nothing Book”.  It’s basically a blank journal that I wrote poems in for two years.  Not all of them were winners but I wrote steadily.  I really like the second poem from this volume, “Almost Day 8,124”.  The title comes from the fact that this poem was written on the 8,124th day since I was born.  I was 22 and the “Almost” refers to the fact that I think it was the 8,124th day since my birth but the math could be wrong.  Click on the image to see a larger version of this handwritten ode.  Here it is in typed format:

                ALMOST DAY 8,124
 
Look where we have paced across
               the floor
and left a life-line that still shows through!
               September
was here and now it’s a cold and dry
               December
that blows away old nightmares.
The
   rest
       of
         the
            world could never
                             know
                          the
                 placidity
that exists in darkened rooms; left by
                 friends
vacationing in an austere moment of commercial
                 spirit.
The music plays sweeet and low,
            while the inhabited flats
                 burn down.
Who will sing for those who have passed
                 before us
                    or
for those, on returning from their holidays,
              who will
               discover,
         that while they loved strangers,
              their friends
              had been cremated?
 

      Yes, I know, the formatting is weird.  What’s with the indentation of some lines and not others?  Frankly, I don’t remember.  I think I was trying to prove to myself I could write modern poetry and thought that odd formatting was the key.  It’s not.  The words are the key.  Here’s another poem from the last page of that first Nothing Book.  This is “to write a last poem” that was written on March 3rd, 1987: 

                    to write a last poem
 
it’s all cracked
puffed up
read
 
by myself
over and over and
over
through
 
and done
to a crisp
precise
outline
of my mind
 
and the poems
in there
steady ready
to bust
 
like milkweed
to editor á editor
de editor á editor
again–but…
 
I think that’s clear
and about as sane
or poetic
as I want to be
 
’cause the volume
of work
I’ve worked on
is gone
  to death
done
  to death
by the absence
of a rhyming dictionary
                            in this limbo
                            of bein’ unpublished
 
 

     At least the formatting has settled down; except the last two lines.  Again, don’t ask for meaning.  I won’t bore you with poems from the beginning of the second Nothing Book because they follow shortly after the one above.  Here’s one from the middle of that second volume, “LTD.” written August 16th, 1989, two years after Jeanette and I had married:

                            LTD.
 
da flesh is only perfect twice:
 
birth and death
 
au natural and paste up
 
and all between
scarred by
 
razor burn or fisticuffs
mosquito bites or forward pass
 
minor surgery
 
bad deeds
bad poems
 
da realization
dat how ya should’ve lived
is all too clear
after yer face’s been molded
 

      The second Nothing Book is not full.  I ran out of steam or creativity or time or something I have to dredge up to be an excuse.  The last poem was written on March 10th, 2005.  Before that poem, I had last written a poem to my youngest daughter “a poem for abigail” on August 9th, 1999.  It had occurred to me that I had also written a poem about our eldest daughter “em” on October 7th, 1990 (the date of her birth) but I had never written anything about Noah.  So on March 10th, 2005, I wrote my last poem in the second Nothing Book.  Here it is:

                  noah
 
yer own voyage
will be longer
 
span great walls
 
take in ancient histories
 
write new ones
 
cast a different shadow
 
outside of mine
 

      That’s the last of the output.  I don’t believe I have written a poem since.  I wrote a few new short stories back in 2007 to include in “Proof For Believing” but no new poems.  I don’t know how to begin.  It takes all my efforts to write a blahg and the creativity of a poem doesn’t come to me.  Maybe I’m to close to the subject and I can’t write it anymore.  I did say that IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU’RE TOO CLOSE.  Maybe the opposite is true:  IF YOU CAN WRITE THIS, YOU’RE FAR ENOUGH AWAY.  I need to step back and look at my poetic career.  I was published a few times but that was in the late 1980s when I was trying hard.  I guess I just need to try harder. 

     I stepped away from this blahg and tried harder.  Here’s what I came up with, February 25th, 2013:

 
              if you can read this, you’re too close
 
 
step back
step up
have we got a show for you
the caged animal,
wild man of borneo,
writer with nothing to write
 
10 cents!
cheap at half the price
unless you’re paying by the word
then double that and add 30
like metric conversion
 
a drought’s a drought
water or words
I don’t know what’s better to drown in
 
I’ve looked too close
at the man behind the curtain,
the one in the mirror,
old dog with few tricks
still can beg
your pardon
excuses for not writing
dropping a line
drawing a conclusion
 
there’s truth in words
some say
truth in the words between us
on our own bumper stickers
tattooed on our auras
flashing the warning
beware the freak
calling for your attention
to a miserable creature
 
step up
one of a kind
 
if you’re too far away
you’ll miss the show
if you’re too close
there’s nothing to see
I’ll do a walk on
but my walk off is the show-stopper
into the horizon
dark like ink
where the new words are
…or the other wild things

    

     How’s that for a closer?

WELCOME 2013 AND SUPER FASTER HAIR.

Saturday, January 19th, 2013

Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool.     So, now it’s 2013.  We survived the end of the world and the Holidays with the families and friends.  I’ve been meaning to write a new blahg and actually believed I might get another one done in 2012.  Fat chance.  Well, I’ll start off the new year with a new blahg and forget about 2012.  Okay, so I won’t completely forget about 2012 or I’ll have nothing to talk about.  Hang tightly to this blahg because I’m making it up as I go along and flying by the seat of my pants. 

     2012 wasn’t so bad for me, I guess.  I had a contract in the last quarter of the year that kept me busy and paid me a little.  Jeanette and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary.  The whole family met and enjoyed Washington for a few days (which lead to a good blahg:  HELLO WASHINGTON, GOODBYE “THE LIFE OF RILEY”).  My youngest daughter Abbie and I went down to a Stargate convention in Chicago.  Oh yes, and there was that whole thing about me turning 50.  There were also some bad things that happened and if you go back through some of my past blahgs you can read more about that.  I want to move on. 

     What did I get for Christmas you may well ask?  Jean Arthur, The Actress Nobody KnewYou may.  In my pre-Christmas blahg, MY 2012 CHRISTMAS WISH LIST, I wrote that I wanted the book “Jean Arthur:  The Actress Nobody Knew”.  Well, I got it and it was a great read.  I could hardly put it down because here was a life story about an actress I greatly admired and knew hardly anything about.  I won’t give it away but if you can get a hold of a copy, you’ll enjoy it.  

     While I’m on the subject of Jean Arthur, I’ll talk about two Jean Arthur films.  The first is the “The Whole Town’s Talking” from 1935 in which she costarred with Edward G. Robinson.  This film has never been released on DVD in North America.  There is a European release floating around but I don’t know what the quality is like.  If you can track down the VHS, which is out of print, then that’s your best bet.  I managed to find a download of this film and watched it over the holidays.  It’a a great film and Robinson gets to play dual roles as a good guy and a bad guy.  For Jean Arthur, this was probably the start of her wise-cracking female friend eventually gets the guy roles.  I hope it gets an official DVD release. 

     The second Jean Arthur film I want to talk about is “The Devil And Miss Jones” from 1941.  I guess if they made it today it would be Ms. Jones but you can’t knock them for that.  This film also co-starred Robert Cummings and Charles Coburn.   The Devil And Miss JonesJean Arthur and Charles Coburn would co-star together again in “The More The Merrier” in 1943 and “The Impatient Years” in 1944.  Both of those films have official DVD releases but nothing for “The Devil And Miss Jones”.  2013 will see that all change.  On March 26th, we will see this classic finally released by Olive Films/Paramount.  It’s about time.  Now, if we could only get a DVD release of “History is Made At Night” from 1937 with Jean Arthur and Charles Boyer. 

     I should talk about another book that I received for Christmas but I’ll give you a little back-story first.  I have a whole rack of films I like to watch around Christmas and not all of them aA Tree Grows In Brooklyn 1945re Christmas themed but might contain a moving sequence that happens at Christmas.  One of these films is the 1945 film “A Tree Grows In Brooklyn”.  This too has had a couple of official DVD releases recently in expensive boxed sets of Eliza Kazan films.  Kazan directed the film but the movie is based on the book by Betty Smith.  My own children have seen it a time or two and know how special this movie is to me. 

     Every year, in our family, we draw names for $2 and $10 gifts.  That way you don’t have to buy for everyone but just two gifts for two different people.  This past year, my son Noah drew my name for a $2 gift.  My children hate drawing my name because they say I am hard to buy for.  I don’t think so.  I’m always clear on what I want but I can’t help it if they can’t find those things around here.  Noah left his shopping for me to the last minute and I had to take him shopping at a local thrift store to buy my $2 gift.  He wasn’t discrete about it at all.  He had been perusing the books and found a copy of the novel, “A Tree Grows In Brooklyn” for 25 cents.  He asked me if I would like that for my $2 gift and I of course told him that would be fine.  I was looking at some little ornaments at the time and he added that he might get me an ornament too if I pointed out the one I wanted.  So I did.  He also asked me to pay for it because he didn’t want to have to go to the cashier.  Imagine that, knowing what your gift is and having to pay for it too!  Later he bought me a coffee so I guess that works out somehow.  At least he wrapped these gifts himself.  I acted all surprised on Christmas morning and displayed the ornament on the mantle above our fireplace.  I wish I had taken a picture of it before I put it away after Christmas. 

     The book was a welcomed gift indeed.  A Tree Grows In Brooklyn - NovelI couldn’t put it down.  Sometimes I would get up in the middle of the night to read it.  I couldn’t wait to finish it and at the same time I hated to see it end.  There is so much more in the book than there was in the movie.  In fact, there’s a whole second half of the book that takes place where the film version left off.  My understanding is that the first draft of the novel ended just like it did in the movie but the author thought there was more to tell.  I’m glad she continued on with it.  “A Tree Grows In Brooklyn” is now ranked among my top 5 favorite novels.  Maybe that’s an idea for a blahg someday.  I will only add that it was the best gift that my son ever gave me that I paid for myself.  Oh, and thanks for the ornament and the coffee Noah! 

     Now on to Super Faster Hair.  This has a back-story too.  In 1985, I was taking a couple of summer courses at Trent University to finish up my degree.  One of these courses was on classic greek literature, but I won’t bore you about that.  It was, however, one of my favorite classes.  Pappas Billiards TodayI started up a friendship with another classmate named Dean Pappas.  His father ran the local Pappas Billiards and it was a great hang-out for University students.  That wasn’t the reason we became friends.  It was more to the fact that he had a car and gave me a ride every day.  Oh, and he also dated my roommate Dorothy…but that’s another story. 

     Dean and I have kept in contact and every year, just before Christmas, my family goes up to Peterborough to do some shopping and have a little visit with Dean.  We always meet at Pappas Billiards, which Dean now manages besides being a City Councillor, and have a coffee and catch up on what’s been happening with our families.  This past year, Noah was sick and didn’t get to go.  That’s probably why he left my $2 gift until the last minute.  Anyhow, we decided to also use the trip to Peterborough to aid in picking up my daughter Emily’s friend Holly who was going to stay with us a few days.  She took a bus to Peterborough and we picked her up and brought her home with us.  On the way to Peterborough we began to discuss our cat situation. 

     As readers of this blahg (do I have readers, I always ask) you will know that we adopted a kitten in the summer which we named Stella.  Unfortunately Stella became very ill and we had to have her put down in September.  That was the subject of the blahg, STELLA AND SHERRY, I HARDLY KNEW YE.  That was one of those bad things that happened in 2012.  The short of it is that June and Frank were the only cats in our house.  We had talked about adopting another kitten but we wanted to wait until the Christmas holidays so that Emily could be home to enjoy the new kitten’s company.  On the way to Peterborough we decided that maybe we could find a kitten in that city.  We knew that Emily’s friend Holly would like this too because she told Emily she wasn’t allowed to pick out a kitten without her. 

     We asked around in Peterborough about pet shops but we were referred to the Peterborough Humane Society.  Emily had her smart phone and checked out their website to see if they had any kittens and where they were located.  Online, they featured a few kittens and there was one with the name of Super Faster Hair.  We all laughed at the name but we couldn’t see a picture of this kitten.  We drove to the Humane Society and were taken into the back where they had two cages containing two kittens each.  Super Faster HairWe knew we wanted a female and we were referred to this one cage with two gray kittens.  The attendant opened up the cage and one of the kittens flew out of the cage and climbed up onto Emily’s shoulder.  Emily, Abbie, and Holly all agreed that was the kitten we would take home.  When the attendant checked the kitten’s papers we discovered that this was the infamous Super Faster Hair. 

     Recently, I discovered a posting by Abbie, who would turn 14 the day after we adopted Super Faster Hair.  Here is what she posted:

On December 15th we got a kitten as kind of an early birthday present. We went to Peterbrough and we went to see my Dad’s friend who’s family owns a Billard’s place. My sister and I were looking at the animal shelter website. It listed the names fo cats and sometimes had pictures of them. There was a cat listed and her name was Super Faster Hair. That was her name. Super Faster Hair. So we went to the animal shelter and there was one cat who really wanted to come home with us and was climbing all over our shoulders everytime we held her. We wanted this kitten. So we asked what her name was an it was Super Faster Hair. It was that cat. We actually renamed her Willow, but I wanted to name her Teaser the Willow Sheep.

 Abbie gives away in the posting that yes, we ended up calling the kitten, “Willow”. 

     But there’s a little more to that story.  Peterborough is a 2 hour drive from our current home.  We didn’t have a cat carrier nor food and water for the ride home.  We stopped out back of a Liquor store and I retrieved an empty cardboard box.  We stopped at a thrift store and purchased a couple of dishes and an old towel to put in the box.  We bought a bag of kitten food and we had a bottle of water so we thought we were all set.  Not really.  On the way home, the kitten kept climbing out of the box and onto the laps of one of the girls.  The only time she spent in the box was when she got car sick and when she decided to poop.  It began to stink in our van, let me tell you.  I stopped in a small town and threw out the towel that contained everything Willow had endowed us with.  Luckily there was a garbage can outside a local convenience store.  This experience suggested some possible names for the kitten but, as you already know, Willow was the final selection. 

     Willow seems to be in fine health and Frank and June have accepted her and play with her.  Willow On My ShoulderOne thing I should add is that Willow has continued to be a shoulder cat.  Check out this picture that I took today.  Whenever I’m working at the computer, Willow likes to be on my shoulder.  In this picture I was tapping on the top of the monitor trying to get her attention so I could take the picture.  That’s why my left arm is stuck out.  She’s a welcome addition to our family and hopefully will continue to enjoy good health. 

     Well, that’s about it for now.  I don’t know what 2013 has in store for me but the world’s still here and I’m still here.  Somewhere, that has to count for something.

MY 2012 CHRISTMAS WISH LIST

Monday, November 26th, 2012

     Today is November 25th and that means we start the 30 day slide into Christmas.  Santa ScottI love Christmas time.  It’s a great time full of music and great viewing opportunities.  I know I could go over the top listing everything but I’m going to try and stay on point and keep to the topic of this blahg.  I’m going to share with you what is on my Christmas Wish List for 2012. 

     Yesterday, my daughter Abbie and I put up our Christmas lights.  A Right View of My Christmas LightsIt was bitter cold and we had to stop a few times and come in and get warm.  Isn’t it amazing that every year you can’t remember the arrangement you had the previous year?  A Left View of My Christmas LightsWe had a few lights blown out but nothing major and a quick trip to town secured the replacement bulbs.  I’ve taken a few pictures of the light display.  Christmas Lights At The Front of My HouseThere’s a right view and left view.  Pick the appropriate view whether you are right brained or left.  And just to be confusing, I’ve added a shot of the front of our house with the lit bushes on either side of the door and the shooting star up above.  Click on any of the pictures to view a larger version.  So much for my Christmas lights.  They look better at night and maybe I’ll update those pictures with night pictures but with the light dusting of snow that we received over night, I thought these pictures would set the mood for this blahg.  (Writing this later this evening, I’ve added the night pictures below.  Click any of them to see a larger version)

 Another Night View of the Christmas Lights Another Night View of the Christmas LightsA Night View of the Front Christmas Lights

     What is on my Christmas Wish List?  Top of the list:  WORLD PEACE.  There used to be this little joke/tradition in my house when it came to Christmas or Birthdays.  I would ask my children what they wanted for Christmas or their Birthday.  WORLD PEACE - WHAT WE SHOULD ALL ASK FORIf their first answer was not World Peace then I would mockingly scold them and tell them that maybe they were only going to get one thing and they blew it by not asking for World Peace as their first choice.  It’s the perfect gift and there’s no batteries required.  I completely forgot about that tradition and a few years ago, I asked Abbie, whose Birthday is December 16th, what she wanted for her Birthday.  She answered right away:  World Peace.  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  I had forgotten and Abbie had not.  There’s hope for this new generation yet!  Seriously, Middle East, what is your problem?  If a child here in Canada can embrace the concept then what’s stopping you?  Add to my wish list that the current Ceasefire will work its way into a lasting Peace and spread across the globe. 

     I don’t have a very long wish list for Christmas and after WORLD PEACE everything else pales in comparison.  Maybe it’s safer to ask for other things because that top item on my list is hard to acquire and not likely to fit in my stocking.  If I can’t have WORLD PEACE then maybe I’ll be a little selfish and ask for Jean Arthur.  The Jean Arthur Drama CollectionI know she’s dead, and thanks for pointing that out, but I simply think she was one of the greatest actresses ever.  I recently purchased the Jean Arthur Drama Collection that was released in May of this year.  This is a follow-up to the Jean Arthur Comedy Collection that TCM (Turner Classic Movies) released last year.  It’s a great set and fills in the gap of her film output on DVD with some early 30s dramas.  I guess my wish list then, to be more specific, would be to have a couple of her very popular films finally released on DVD.  Specifically, “History Is Made At Night” (1937) & “The Devil And Miss Jones” (1941).   Directed By Billy Wilder DVD ReleaseWith the recent release of “Directed by Billy Wilder – TCM Vault Collection”, we have been treated to a DVD release of “A Foreign Affair” (1948).  That last TCM release also included Wilder’s “Five Graves To Cairo” which is a great previously unreleased film; even if it doesn’t star Jean Arthur. 

     So why ask for Jean Arthur?  Well, I can’t have WORLD PEACE so why not ask for something just as impossible?  I’ve been on this Jean Arthur kick this past year with these DVD releases.  I have all of the other DVD releases of Jean Arthur films so these new acquisitions have been welcome additions to my collection.  Jean Arthur, A BiofilmographyThere are no other Jean Arthur releases on the horizon so for my Christmas list I’ve asked for a book about Jean Arthur.  There are a couple books out there about Jean Arthur and this year saw the release of the second one:  “Jean Arthur: A Biofilmography”.  I know, that’s a new word to me too.  I wasn’t even aware that this book had been released.  Jean Arthur: The Actress Nobody KnewIt certainly wasn’t on my radar but when I went to show my wife the book about Jean Arthur that I wanted, this one popped up.  It wasn’t the one I knew about and it’s not currently on my wish list.  I had previously read about “Jean Arthur:  The Actress Nobody Knew”.  The title sounds interesting and if I do get it for Christmas (Hint Hint) then I’ll read it and maybe post a review here. 

     Another great actress that I really enjoy is Judy Holliday.  Holliday is not necessarily on my Holiday wish list.  I just really like her work and she only really had eight starring features from 1949 to 1960.  She was a great comedienne  and could sing to boot.  She died too young at the age of 43 in 1965 of Cancer.  Her volume of work has been highly represented on DVD with the exception of 1956’s “Full of Life”.  That will all change next month when Sony will release the DVD on December 4th.  I’m not necessarily asking for this release because it is a Sony Manufacture on Demand DVD and I can’t get it in Canada unless I find an online source that will ship to Canada.  Perhaps TCM, but their shipping to Canada is outrageous.  Hey TCM, why is your shipping costs to Canada so outrageous?  Oh yeah, I asked them that and they sent some generic response that didn’t really answer my question. 

     Moving on.  The Weepies.  The Weepies?  Yes, The Weepies.  In a previous blahg, “Advice For The Next 50:  Think For Yourself”, I mentioned a great singer by the name of Deb Talan that I’ve been enjoying.  The Weepies, Deb Talan, along with her husband Steve Tannen, are members of the band The Weepies.  There may be others in the band but Steve and Deb are the front of the band.  In 2011 they released a new CD called “Be My Thrill”, which is what I’m adding to my wish list.  It’s an amazing CD and the title track is one of my favorites.  Give it a listen: 


This is a very upbeat tune but there’s a few Youtube videos of The Weepies performing this more as a ballad.  Here’s one of them performed at the Oregon Zoo in 2011: 

If that’s not enough, there’s a great acoustic version of this done by a couple of Youtube amateurs who I happen to think do a super job themselves: 

     Moving even more on but still on a musical note, I want to add another DVD to the list of things I’d like to own.  Peter, Paul and Mary-The Holiday ConcertBack in 1988, Peter, Paul and Mary gave a holiday concert in New York and it was aired later as a PBS special.  I managed to tape it from PBS years ago and I’ll tell you that I practically wore out the tape watching it every year; fast-forwarding through the PBS pledge breaks.  Last year, Shout Factory did the world a favor and released the concert on DVD.  They perform some great songs during this concert and at points there isn’t a dry eye in the house.  A great group from the 1960s who came at a time when the world was looking for peace.  How strange it is that we’re still looking for that peace today; or wishing for it.  I’ll keep wishing for it as my first wish and maybe I’ll be surprised with getting it one day…hopefully sooner than later. 

     I’ll close with that wish for peace and a video from that Peter, Paul, and Mary Concert that sums it all up:  “Light One Candle”.

HELLO WASHINGTON, GOODBYE “THE LIFE OF RILEY”

Saturday, September 1st, 2012

     Wow, has it really been the extant of the whole summer since my last blahg?  Time flies when you’re having fun.  Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!I don’t know how much fun I’ve had but I’ve been really busy and it looks like the fall is shaping up to be the same way.  At least, my wife and children will not be at home in the fall to distract me from writing here.  So this blahg is going to be a little different. 

     In my last blahg, I mentioned that our eldest daughter, Emily, since the beginning of May, has been serving as an Intern with the Digital Advocacy Research Group at the Canadian Embassy in Washington, D.C.  At the end of June, we decided to drive down to Washington over Canada Day Weekend to see her.  Canada Day was July 1st and it fell on a Sunday.  We decided to leave Friday, June 30th and I want to tell you the whole trip was one experience after another. 

     We did not get away until after 4pm on Friday afternoon after my wife got home from School.  We were delayed two hours in Ganonoque, Ontario as our GPS attempted to get us past a huge accident on the major highway.  That’s as much time as I ever want to spend in Ganonoque again.  It’s probably a nice town but creeping at a snail’s pace through the downtown core is not what tourism is all about.  We didn’t get to Binghamton, New York and our hotel until 10:30 after our detour, border crossing, and stopping for dinner.  It was a nice hotel but nothing to write home nor here about. 

     Saturday, we stopped in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania to do some shopping and someplace else I do not recall to have lunch.  We didn’t get down to Washington until after 3pm.  It was obvious that there were some problems in the area because many of the traffic lights were out and many tree limbs were down.  We later learned that a major storm blew through the night before.  In Canada, when you come across an intersection where the lights are out, we treat it as a four way stop.  Apparently in Washington, you treat that scenario as an excuse to speed through the intersection and not give the cars from the other direction a chance to cross through.  Our GPS only failed us once when we got to the street where our daughter lived and found it was closed off because power lines were down on the lower half of her street.  We just took a side street and came it from a different direction.  Luckily, the upper half of the street, where our daughter’s townhouse was situated, was not without power.  That was a blessing because it was 101 degrees and she had air-conditioning.  Luckier still, the air-conditioning in our van worked well the whole trip. 

     A few quick hugs later with our daughter and the use of her washroom and we were on our way to our hotel a few blocks from her home.  When we got there, we noticed a makeshift sign that said that there was no power in the hotel.  When I checked with the front desk, the manager explained that I could not stay there because of the power outage.  It was a tricky communication thing between he and I because initially he told me I would not be charged for my stay there.  I thought I was going to get to stay free but he was just trying to say I couldn’t stay there and my credit card used to book the room would not be billed.  Using the GPS, we tried three other local hotels and found there was no room at the Inn.

     We didn’t panic.  We went to a mall and did some shopping and then went to an Ihop Restaurant for dinner and the use of their free WI-FI so we could find another hotel.  We located one about 30 minutes outside of Washington and quickly booked it.  With that resolved, we decided to go visit the Lincoln Memorial.  When we finally got to the Lincoln Memorial it was dusk and the Lincoln Memorial was actually the Jefferson Memorial.  It was still 100+ degrees and we were sweating but we enjoyed the Jefferson Memorial.  We then drove around in circles for 30 minutes before finding the real Lincoln Memorial.  The Lincoln Memorial was well worth the wait, the heat, and 30 minutes of circling and arguing trying to find a parking space. 

     After both Memorials we decided to drive to our hotel.  Emily decided to stay with us and she had packed an overnight bag.  By the time we stopped for gas and two other stops to try and find a public bathroom (which are scarce) we finally got to the hotel about 11:30.  It was pitch black.  Everything else around it was lit up but the hotel was dark.  An inquiry at the front desk gave us the explanation that they had no power (why didn’t the online booking tell us that) and didn’t expect to have power until the next day.  We were welcome to stay at the hotel but we’d have to use the stairs because there was no power for the elevator.  We were so tired, we agreed and the night manager found us a room on the third floor so we wouldn’t have to walk up too many stairs.  There were two queen sized beds in the room but that was the extant of the luxury.  No power meant no air conditioning and the windows didn’t open.  We were all exhausted from the walking around the memorials that we fell asleep despite it being 90+ degrees in the room.  The next morning I had a quick shower because there was enough water in the lines for that.  My son managed to get one in too although it was cold.  My wife and daughters just wanted to go back to Emily’s place and shower there.  I never did get a discount from that hotel and when I complained to their day manager, I was told they agreed to provide us with a room and did not guarantee power.  Act of God or something.  I didn’t catch his act but who would you get to open for him?

     We managed to get back to Emily’s and while the girls took turns with the shower, Noah and I went off to a local McDonald’s to get breakfast for everyone.  Most of us had some variation of Egg McMuffin but Abbie just wanted a Chocolate Chip Muffin.  When I tried to order this through the McDonald’s drive-thru I encountered another language communication issue.  The tinny voice at the other end of the receiver didn’t understand my request for the muffin and kept asking if I meant a McMuffin.  She even said, I obviously wanted a Chocolate Chip Frappe.  I don’t know who you get Frappe from Muffin but because it had Chocolate chips she assumed I didn’t know what I really wanted.  I guess they don’t have have Chocolate Chip Muffins in Washington.  When I tried to describe this type of pastry, they informed they had never heard of such a thing.  Emily made Abbie a bagel back her place.  Muffin people!  Muffin!  Have you never seen Seinfeld?  Mufffin! 

     The remainder of that Sunday was spent walking around the Smithsonian and the outside front and back of the White House.  It was now 104 degrees.  We had lunch at a restaurant called Potbelly’s and then we took Emily home and started the drive back north to Canada.  I was glad to be out of Washington.  We stopped at a hotel in Wilkes-Barre that night and the air conditioning worked.  The next day we drove home and were ecstatic to be back in our own Country.  It’s true:  Nice Place To Visit But I Wouldn’t Want To Live There.  Emily flew home about two weeks ago after finishing her internship.  She too, was tired of Washington. 

     I know this narrative has been rather short and bleak but I did take some nice video while in Washington.  I want to end this part about Washington by posting those videos here.  The quality is a little grainy because the conversion to Youtube type videos was to a lesser quality.  Believe me, the originals look better.

     Night time at the Jefferson Memorial (which I thought was the Lincoln Memorial) :

Night time at the real Lincoln Memorial: 

    Walking near the Washington Monument: 

    Part one of our trip inside The Smithsonian:

Part two of our trip inside The Smithsonian:

A nice man at the Smithsonian tells us about Lincoln’s Hat and other things that went on the night of the assassination of Abraham Lincoln:

Front and back views of The White House:

    Driving near the Capitol Dome and The Canadian Embassy in Washington: 

    

     I will close on a more upbeat but disturbing note; to me anyway.  The other night, I made a comment about our cat Frank lying about and living the life of riley.  My children looked at me as if I was crazy and asked what I meant by the phrase:  “The Life of Riley”.  I couldn’t believe it.  What have they learned in school all these years?  Why didn’t they know the meaning of that phrase?  It means to live the good life or an easy and pleasant life without much effort.  My children explained that nobody uses that phrase and doubted it was still in common use.  Again, I was flabbergasted.  Besides being a popular radio show and later television show, the phrase has always been in common use by me.  I was sure I was often heard to comment on someone living the life of Riley or the fact that I wasn’t living it.  I know I wasn’t living it when we went to Washington.

     What’s the world coming to?  Are phrases dropping out of speech because we older people, and I don’t consider myself that old, have forgotten to pass them on?  It worries me.  In fifty years, will this phrase be all but gone?  What about “Bob’s Your Uncle” or “So’s Your Old Man”?  Is it to be goodbye to “You and the horse you rode in on”?  Can I no longer get away with “Another one bites the dust”?  Sure, expletives continue and many use them far too much.  But if I drop an occasional “take the bull by the horns” will people look at me like I just spoke an offensive string of four letter words.  Well, I say “What’s Up With That?” and “More Power To You” if you can get away with these colloquialisms.  “My Hat’s Off To You” who keep these phrases alive and “Lead Me Up The Garden Path” to a better time when eyes weren’t cocked (there’s another) when I described something in a unique way.  “Live and Let Live”, I say and “Live Long and Prosper!”  Okay, I don’t think that last one will die out anytime soon.  You tell ’em Spock! 

TOSHIBA SUCKS…THERE, I SAID IT

Friday, May 25th, 2012

     Let me start off this blahg by saying something positive.  I own an Epson Stylus NX515 wireless printer.  Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!It hasn’t given me a lick of problems.  I owned a previous Epson printer before this and I liked that printer too.  The only reason I upgraded to the NX515 was for the convenience of wireless printing and the fact that this printer was on sale for half the retail price.  I am giving these accolades to this printer because I’m impressed with the quality of Epson products thus far.  I haven’t had cause to call their technical support and having been a troubleshooter of Hewlett Packard printers, I can tell you that if a model is good then there won’t be many support calls.  There’s the positive for today.  Pleasantries are now set aside. 

     For those of you who read my blahg from two weeks ago “SHAME ON YOU TOSHIBA, EXCEPT AL…MAYBE” then you are aware that I was left hanging by Toshiba in regards to my Blu-Ray Player BDX2155KC.  The last conversation I detailed in that blahg was with a Case Manager named “Al” who promised to send me an upgrade of a BDX2300 and that I am to return the defective BDX2155KC in the BDX2300 box with an affixed return label that he would email to me.  That conversation was on April 27th.  

     Jump ahead to May 8th.  At around 6pm Al from Toshiba calls me.  He’s inquiring about the return label that was to be sent me by email and whether I had received it.  I had not.  It’s been a week and a half since our last conversation and there had been no follow-up calls or emails.  He does not mention anything about the replacement BDX2300.  I ask him if he received my fax of the receipt showing that my BDX2155KC was purchased on December 26th, 2011 and should still be in warranty.  Al is not sure if he has received that fax.  He will check his documents and will call me back.  NOTE: THIS IS THE LAST TIME I HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH AL…MORE TO FOLLOW. 

     On May 15th, I received an automated email from Toshiba directing me to a website to print off my return label.  The return label will only be available to me for 30 days.  I check out the link and it is a printable return label for UPS.  Clearly, I’m to print this off and attach it to a box and call UPS for pick up.  Again, it is an automated email and there is no mention of the BDX2300.  The original instructions from Al were that I was to attach the return label to the box of the BDX2300 and return it with the BDX2155KC inside.  I have a return label and no box and no BDX2300. 

     The following is a timeline of what has happened since receiving the return label by email on May 15th:

     May 16th, 6:15pm:  I speak to Victor, a front line agent and provide my case number.  I recognize the voice.  This is the same Victor who was rude to me before when we spoke on April 27th and told me that he only troubleshoots issues for customers from the United States.  He does not say that this time.  He was either lying last time or he’s been transferred.  I don’t get into that with him.  I explain that my last conversation with Case Manager Al on April 27th leaves me waiting for the BDX2300.  When I receive the BDX2300 I will remove it and place the BDX2155KC in the box, attach the return label, and will ship it back to Toshiba.  I also explain I have the return label now but I’m still waiting on the BDX2300.  Victor tells me that Toshiba’s policy is that I must return the BDX2155KC first before they can ship me the replacement BDX2300.  I tell Victor that I was told by Al that the BDX2300 was to come first and then I would ship back the BDX2155KC.  I am placed on hold at 6:21. 

     6:24pm:  Victor is back.  He tells me there is no record in Al’s notes or my file that I was told the replacement BDX2300 would be sent to me first.  I tell him that I made notes and that’s what I was told by Al.  Back on hold at 6:27 while he consults someone. 

     6:36pm:  Back with Victor again.  Explains that the policy has recently changed and they want the defective unit back first.  I am adamant that I will not return the BDX2155KC first. That will leave me without a Blu-Ray player and at the mercy of Toshiba trying to get anything from them.  Given their track record of not returning phone calls would I honestly trust that they would return me a Blu-Ray player?  Victor is insistent on the new policy.  I am insistent as well.  I demand to speak to a Supervisor.  Victor doesn’t want to get me a Supervisor and says I will be told the same thing by the Supervisor.  I demand to be transferred to a Case Manager. Victor tells me that because it’s already 6:40pm, he cannot transfer me to the Case Manager department because everyone in that department has left for the day.  Their hours are only 8 to 5.  Funny, the last time I talked to Al, on May 8th, it was near 6pm.  I accept my fate and agree to call back the next day during the appropriate hours. 

     New day.  It’s now May 17th.  Here’s what transpired: 

     9:15am:  I speak with a pleasant female named Bless (I asked for the spelling).  I explained what Al told me about receiving the BDX2300 and then returning the BDX2155KC.  I also tell her what Victor told me about returning the BDX2155KC first before I can receive the BDX2300.  She is very sympathetic and says it was obvious that I was told something different by Case Manager Al.  She places me on hold to see if she can reach Al.  I’m on hold at 9:22. 

     9:25am:  Back with Bless.  Al is on the telephone with another customer and he will call me back within the day.  I provide my cell phone number in case they cannot reach me on my house phone.  I do have a life and have to go out of the house sometimes.  Bless assures me that Al will call me back “within the day” (her words).  I’m off the call at 9:27.  Al does not call me back within the day.  No one from Toshiba calls me back.  Surprise! 

     Day 3 this week.  It’s now May 18th.  Still no call from Al.  Here we go again:

     11:20am:  New agent, Chris.  I explain to him that I’ve been calling for two days for Al.  I want to speak to Al.  I’m placed on hold at 11:22. 

     11:26am:  Chris comes back and cites the recently changed policy.  He insists that I have to return the BDX2155KC first.  I insist on speaking to Al.  I don’t want to go through this again with another front line agent.  Placed on hold at 11:28.

     11:30am:  I get Karl.  I’ve spoken to this person before but this time he says he’s a Supervisor.  Last time he was a front line agent.  They get promoted or transferred a lot at Toshiba.  Karl is not clear what “Mr. Al Cameron” told me as it is not in the notes.  This is the first time that I’m given Al’s last name.  Karl says the policy has changed but because I tell him something different was told to me by Al then I will have to clarify this with Al.  That’s what I’ve been trying to do!  I am placed on hold at 11:36 while Karl tries to transfer me to Al. 

     11:40am:  Karl comes back and says Al is currently not available as he’s dealing with some other issues.  He promises me that Al will call me back.  I don’t press it but I’m not hopeful for the callback.  O Al, Where Art Thou? 

     11:58am:  Someone named Mike from Toshiba calls me back.  He says he is a Case Manager and he’s going to handle my case because Al is on holidays.  I tell him that he needs to get his story straight because I’ve now been told by three different people, three different stories about the whereabouts of Al.  It’s the Friday of a long weekend and maybe Al has left early.  I don’t ask this but I’m suspicious.  Mike takes the hardline and spouts policy and says I have to return the BDX2155KC first.  He also says there are no notes from Al saying he will send the BDX2300 to me first and then the BDX2155KC will be returned.  I am defiant.  I make it clear that Toshiba has terrible customer service and that it has now been six weeks since I started calling and this issue is unresolved.  I tell him that I don’t trust that I will get the BDX2300 because Toshiba has lied to me about callbacks and the whereabouts of Al so I’m not budging.  I also told him I’ve been told more than once the BDX2155KC was out of warranty when it clearly is not and that at one point, I was told they had already replaced the unit when they have not.  Mike says there is a record of the replacement but that it was sent to another customer.  Some cases got mixed up and that’s why I was told the BDX2155KC was already replaced.  I am livid.  It is clear that nothing good will come of this.  I offer up a concession.  I promise to return the BDX2155KC first but I want Toshiba to send me an empty box first with a tracking number for the empty box.  When I receive the empty box then I’ll attach the return label and send back the BDX2155KC.  I will expect a callback when they have received the BDX2155KC with a tracking number for the replacement BDX2300.  Mike agrees.  He also offers to provide a full one year warranty on the replacement rather than transferring the remaining balance of the warranty over from the BDX2155KC.  He also provides me with this direct phone number and extension.  I’m off the call at 12:06. 

     6:45pm:  Mike calls me back.  I thought Case Manager’s only worked until 5?  Hmmm!?  Anyway, Mike tells me the empty box has been shipped and provides me with a tracking number for the box.  He explains that there will be a return label inside and that I’m to box up the BDX2155KC with the manual and remote and return it to Toshiba.  

     On Tuesday, May 22nd, UPS delivers me an empty box.  Monday was a holiday so it came on Tuesday.   I package up the BDX2155KC for return and slap on the return label that was included.  I take it to the UPS store on Wednesday May 23rd to have it shipped out.  It’s a good thing Toshiba is paying the shipping costs on this or I’d have forgotten the whole thing and just kept the defective BDX2155KC.  The man at the UPS store is pleasant and I joke with him.  I tell him I have special instructions for the delivery.  “Find the President of Toshiba and ram it down his throat.”  The UPS store man doesn’t know whether to laugh but he does.  That’s the last I see of the BDX2155KC.

     I was going to end this blahg with the line “this story yet to be concluded” but something happened yesterday that I think is worth mentioning.  I’ve been going on and on about this poor experience with Toshiba and their terrible Customer Service.  I want to now relate to you how Customer Service should work. 

     Yesterday, in my many errands, I went to the local Walmart to purchase some liquid chlorine to shock my above ground pool for the season.  I picked up two jugs and because I hadn’t grabbed a cart, I was leaning the jugs against my shirt front.  I was wearing a plain navy blue t-shirt and I noticed that there was now a pink ring along the front of the shirt.  One of the bottles of liquid chlorine had leaked and discolored my shirt.  I put back the leaky bottle and grabbed another one.  I wanted to report this but couldn’t find a Walmart representative.  I grabbed a cart and placed the two jugs inside while I went to the men’s department to buy a new shirt.  I found another plain navy blue shirt for $7 and headed off to the cashier.  I mentioned to the cashier about the leaky bottle and that someone should check on that.  I showed her the discolored ring on my shirt.  She told me I should report this to Customer Service because they would probably reimburse me for the shirt I just bought. 

     I went to the Walmart Customer Service and explained the situation and the Cashier had suggested I should receive a refund for my new shirt.  The lady at Customer Service said she’d have to check it with the Day Manager.  She paged the Day Manager and a couple minutes later a nice gentleman came over and heard my story.  He said he would authorize the reimbursement and furthermore they would give me a $20 gift card for my troubles.  I said this wasn’t necessary but he put his arm around me and said it was necessary because he wanted me to be a happy customer.  Boy was I surprised!  People can say many disparaging things about Walmart but their Customer Service is a model of how to take care of the customer.  Toshiba take note! 

     Oh, by the way, I changed into the new shirt and it fit perfectly.  Unfortunately I wore it when I emptied the contents of the bottles of liquid chlorine into my pool.  Some of the chlorine splashed onto my new shirt and I now have serveral pink dots on my new navy blue shirt.  Oh well, it was free and I have a gift card and can by a two or three more.  Lesson learned.

SHAME ON YOU TOSHIBA, EXCEPT AL…MAYBE

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012

     I wanted to call this blahg “Toshiba Sucks” or “Toshiba–To Hell In A Handbasket”.  Scott Henderson still thinks he's cool!It wasn’t that I thought my readers (do I have readers?) would not get the play on words on that last one but rather that I want to give Toshiba some more time to resolve this issue or more rope with which to hang themselves.  After all, it’s not my reputation on line here, it’s the good name of Toshiba that’s at stake. 

     Before I get too far ahead with this blahg, let me clarify that I’m not a pessimist.  The glass is neither half full or half empty with me; it’s a glass and that means it can be broken and someone can be injured.  I know that in previous blahgs that I’ve been quick to point blame or fault where it is due.  In the past I’ve blamed David Letterman for breaking my cookie and cell phone users for ruining my movie going experience.  To my own defense, I have also given praise where it is due.  I’ve given accolades to Frank Sinatra, Jerry Lewis, and Margaret Ann & The Ja-Da Quartet.  I’ve also praised Whirpool for my new washing machine.  If you are scratching your head at this point then it’s because you haven’t read my previous blahgs.  Do yourself a favor and look back through my archives.  There’s some fun reading there.  All that aside, I can compliment just as easily as condemn.  I wanted to make sure that was straight before I began my latest tirade. 

     Back in December, on Boxing Day to be precise, I bought a new Blu-Ray Player.  I’m not an overly big fan of Blu-Ray and there’s been a great deal of material released on Blu-Ray that is sub-standard.  The only reason I made the investment was there are some new materials being released with bonus material or special features that I cannot access on a regular DVD.  This purchase is actually the second Blu-Ray player that has come into our home.  The first was an inexpensive Seiki player BD660 that I purchased from Walmart.  Seiki BD660 Blu-Ray PlayerMy son had been bugging me about getting one and when this one came on sale at Walmart for about $50, I made the purchase and made him happy.  He quickly claimed it for his room and occasionally it was allowed to make an appearance in the living-room when he wanted to watch something on the big screen.  It really didn’t matter because I hadn’t begun to purchase that many Blu-Ray discs and if I had something, then Noah was gracious enough to lend me back the Seiki that I had paid for. 

     The Seiki served its purpose until I began to acquire more Blu-Ray discs and the player begand to spend more time downstairs and Noah began to spend more time complaining about the situation.  So, to get back to the story, I purchased a new Blu-Ray player for our main room.  The source, which used to be Radio Shack, had a sale on the Toshiba Blu-Ray Player BDX2155KC. 
Toshiba BDX2155KC Blu-Ray Player
It looked liked a decent player and it certainly was a decent price.  I enjoyed the player right away because it had a feature that I really wanted in a player.  If you take a close look at the back of this Toshiba Player then you will see that there is a USB port where you can connect a USB Flash Drive.  This is very important because it allows me to play content that I have downloaded from the Internet. 

     I don’t want to get into the legality or illegality of downloaded content.  I have discussed this all before in my blahg, “The Death of A Big One”.  I detailed how I have had to download current TV shows because I live in the country and get 4 channels.  Not all current shows air on any of those channels.  One of my new favorites,”Smash”, about the struggle to put on a Broadway musical about Marilyn Monroe, has started airing on CTV2 after first airing on CTV.  CTV is one of the 4 channels I do get and when they switched “Smash” to CTV2 then I had to start downloading the new episodes.  Shame on you CTV and CTV2 and your parent companies…but that’s another story.  I download some new shows like “Smash” & “Psych” and some older classic movies that have never been released on DVD.  

     The important thing to understand about downloading video content from the Internet is that the content can come in different formats.  There is the standard AVI or DivX format that most regular DVD Players can play and then there are the MP4, MKV, WMA, MPEG formats that regular DVD players cannot display.  If you don’t understand these formats then research them because I don’t have the time nor inclination to do that in this blahg.  My new Toshiba Player has the ability to play all of these formats.  All I need to do is put the downloaded content on my USB Flash Drive, plug the Drive into the back of the Toshiba and then we’re away to the races…or the movies in this case. 

     That’s how it’s supposed to work.  I have a normal DVD Player with a USB Port in the front and if just want to watch a TV show or movie in AVI format then I can just use the USB Thumb Drive in this player and watch the content.  When it’s any of the other formats, mentioned above, then I have to use my Toshiba.  Let me be clear that the Toshiba has no problems playing any of the content in those formats.  The problem is that if the show or movie is longer than 30 minutes then the Toshiba shuts down.  It powers off right at the 30 minute mark.  That’s a pain.  Imagine trying to watch an hour or longer show or a movie and, just when things get interesting, the Toshiba turns itself off.  Here’s my description of that feeling/experience:  arrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhh!  Do I make myself clear? 

     I knew that this wasn’t normal.  I can play a DVD or Blu-Ray disc in the Toshiba without a problem.  The movie or show on the disc will play from beginning to end without interruption.  Use the USB and the Toshiba shuts down after 30 minutes.  I checked through the manual and the only thing that I could find that applied to this problem was a note in the section about Screen Saver Duration:  “The unit shuts down automatically in about thirty minutes if it remains idle and no activities are made.”  I checked the on screen menu settings and the maximum time at which you can set the screen saver is 30 minutes.  There is also the option to disable the screen saver.  This does nothing.  With the screen saver disabled, the Toshiba still shuts down after 30 minutes when playing content from a USB Drive.  The only way that I discovered to avoid the shutdown is to pause the show or movie before 30 minutes and then resume play.  If the show is one hour then I only have to pause it once but if it’s a two hour movie then I have to pause the Toshiba three or more times.  Again, certainly not a normal procedure for a Blu-Ray player.  

     I struggled with this problem for a few months.  I tried searching the Internet for a solution but to no avail.  I was resolved that the Toshiba was not functioning properly.  Finally, when I had some time, on April 4th, I telephoned Toshiba support for the first time.  I wish I had had the foresight to record all of these conversations or to document the names of all of the people I spoke to at Toshiba.  The first time I called, I spoke to someone who didn’t really understand what I was trying to tell him.  I’m sure it was a language issue because Toshiba has clearly outsourced their technical support as everyone I spoke to subsequently, with the exception of Al (who will come up again later), had a foreign accent.  I’m not knocking that.  I worked for Hewelett Packard for a while troubleshooting their printers and some of their technical support was outsourced to India and The Philippines.  There were many great technicians in those countries handling complex issues.  The problem lies with Toshiba, in this case, in making sure their agents are qualified or well-trained in technical troubleshooting and appropriate customer service. 

     The first agent, as I said, had a hard time grasping the technical problem I was having with his company’s product.  He put me on hold three or four times to check with his supports and each time he came back he would reiterate my problem but he would keep saying that my problem was that the Blu-Ray player would shut down after 30 minutes whether I played Blu-Ray discs or USB content.  I kept having to clarify that the problem was only with the USB content.  After the last time he had put me on hold, he came back and told me that they had determined that this Toshiba Player was malfunctioning and that they would need to replace it.  They had all of my contact information and the serial number of the Player and there was no conversation about the Warranty.  I never questioned the Warranty anyway because the manual clearly stated there was a full one year Warranty on the unit.  The agent explained that I would receive an email detailing how they would be replacing the BDX2155KC.  That was the end of the conversation I had with that agent other than that he provided me with a reference number. 

     More than a week passed and I received no emails from Toshiba.  On April 13th, I phoned Toshiba once more and had to explain everything all over again to a new agent.  When you first speak to these agents, they want the serial number of the Player to determine if the product is still in Warranty.  This was the same procedure we used at Hewlett Packard.  I learned early on however to just quote my reference number so they could quickly pull up my file.  With this second agent, I did have to explain the problem again and to explain that a previous agent had told me the unit would be replaced but I had not received an email communicating any of the necessary details.  It was clear that the first agent had not put any of this in his notes because the second agent could find no reference to a replacement.  He put me on hold to speak to his Supervisor and then came back and told me they couldn’t help me because my Player was out of Warranty.  I explained that I had only purchased it at the end of December and with a full one year warranty, the unit could not be out of Warranty.  I had even gone online and registered the Blu-Ray player shortly after purchasing it.  Why didn’t they have a record of this?  Surely, they could look up the manual themselves and see what I could see about the Warranty:  Toshiba BDX2155KC Blu-Ray Player Warranty

There was not question in my mind about the Warranty. 

     The agent had to put me on hold a few times as he tried to update the Warranty.  I offered to fax or email a copy of the receipt from The Source but he told me it was not necessary.  Finally, after numerous times of putting me on hold, he told me he was escalating my case to a Supervisor and that I would receive a callback to resolve this issue.  I should have started balking at this point but I didn’t have any reason to suspect I would not receive a return call from someone higher up at Toshiba. 

     Jump ahead a week.  It’s now April 20th and no one has called me back and still no emails and still the Player is shutting down after thirty minutes when playing content from the USB Drive.  Again, I get a new agent and have to provide the case number and I have to detail the problem again and the previous conversations with previous agents.  This new agent does not question the Warranty so I assume the Warranty issue has been resolved.  This time I’m only on hold once before he comes back and says he will be escalating me to a Supervisor and that I’m to hold the line for the Supervisor.  While transferring me to the Supervisor, the call disconnects.  I wait an hour and no one calls me back.  I call again and get yet another agent and provide my reference number and a back story detailing my issues with the Blu-Ray Player and my issues with all of the previous agents.  I am immediately connected to a Supervisor and the call does not disconnect.  I have to provide all details and history again to this Supervisor.  I am told by this Supervisor that his records indicate that they have already replaced this unit.  What!?  Previous agents couldn’t find anything in the notes about a promise to replace the Player yet this Supervisor tells me they have a record that they have already replaced the BDX2155KC.  I am very insistent that the unit has not been replaced and that I’m very disappointed with the customer service that I have received to this point.  The Supervisor apologizes, like every agent before him has apologized, and promises that he will get this resolved by escalating my case to Customer Service.   Again I’m assured a callback.  Again, the callback never comes. 

     April 27th, a week later, three weeks since I started calling Toshiba, I place a call to Toshiba and get yet another Agent who is unfamiliar with my case.  This time, I begin recording times, names, and what I’m being told.  Here’s the timeline from April 27th: 

     1:15pm:  I speak to Phil and provide my case number, explain the problem with Player, detail my frustration with Toshiba and the lack of support I have received to date.  I ask for a Supervisor.  Phil says it will be a ten minute wait on hold for a Supervisor.  I am placed on hold at 1:30pm. 

     1:55pm:  Someone named Victor comes on the line.  I ask if he is a Supervisor.  He explains that he is not a Supervisor and it becomes apparent that after 25 minutes on hold I was routed back to another front line technical support agent.  I provide the case number and case history so he doesn’t have to read through all of the notes.  Victor explains that he only troubleshoots issues and customers from the United States and that because I am in Canada, he cannot help me.  I request a Supervisor.  Victor becomes belligerent and says I cannot speak to a Supervisor because he does not provide support to Canadian customers.  I become belligerent and complain about the poor support and service I have received from Toshiba.  Victor does not apologize but maintains he cannot help me because I am Canadian.  I demand his employee #.  He tells me his ID # is 1326932.  I have requested this number because I want to report this agent and make sure he is properly trained in Customer Service etiquette.  I then demand to be transferred to someone who can help me. 

     2:06pm:  I am transferred yet again to a front line agent but this time to someone who services Canadians.  His name is Karl.  Again I offer up the reference number and case history and overall dissatisfaction with Toshiba.  I also explain the inappropriateness of Victor, the US only support agent and that I would be happy to provide his ID #.  Apparently this is not necessary.  I don’t push the Victor issue.  I ask for a Supervisor.  Karl tries to be helpful and wants to troubleshoot the original issue about the unit shutting down after 30 minutes.  I thought this might be useful because no one else had tried to do that since the first agent back on April 4th.  Karl does not place me on hold but his answers are not helpful and are not correct.  He explains that the BDX2155KC does not support playback of any video file formats other than MPEG files.  I read to him from the manual:  USB Supported Content for BDX2155KC

Again, I fail to understand why Toshiba agents do not have access to the same information as I.  It’s in the manual.  Nowhere in the manual does it say that MPEG files are the only supported USB content for video files.  I thank Karl for trying and request a Supervisor.  I am placed on hold again. 

     2:23pm:  I have been on the phone for more than an hour and have spoken to three different people and been transferred three times.  A female voice comes on the line this time.  Her name is Karen.  I explain all problems and frustrations.  Again, I receive apologies.  She explains she is escalating my case to a Case Manager.  I know about Case Managers.  We had them with Hewlett Packard.  When a Supervisor cannot resolve a case then it is escalated to a Case Manager.  I am asked to hold the line.  Here we go again. 

     2:37pm:  It’s the old waiting game.  New voice.  Another man.  This person identifies himself as Al and that he is a Case Manager.  This is the first time I’ve spoken to someone without an accent.  Again, not an issue.  I detail everything to Al.  I don’t press the Victor issue.  Again, I receive an apology.  I’m a little snippy with Al and tell him that apologies don’t mean anything if the same things keep happening again.  I ask him if this is how customer service is supposed to be.  He says “no”.  I tell him that’s the correct answer.  Al asks if he can call me back in ten minutes because he has to review the manual and find out why the unit is shutting down after thirty minutes.  I refuse the callback.  I explain that Toshiba’s track record with callbacks is very poor and I’m not going through that again.  Al says he has to have time to review the manual.  I ask him what does he need to know because I have the manual in front of me.  I cite passages about the screen saver and the shutdown feature.  I explain about supported content and tell him where he can find it in the manual.  He still presses for the callback because he needs to investigate this himself.  I concede.  He promises me it will only be ten minutes.  I’m off the phone with Al at 2:47pm. 

     3:12pm:  Al calls me back.  It’s been 25 minutes.  Another promise not kept.  Al explains that he can find no reason to explain why the unit is shutting down during USB content playback.  He says that Toshiba will replace my BDX2155KC with a newer BDX2300. 
Toshiba BDX2300 Blu-Ray Player
Again, a promise of replacement. Al says that he doesn’t currently have any of the BDX2300s at his location in Toronto and would I wait for them to be shipped to Toronto from Vancouver.  This is the first time I realize I’m speaking to another Canadian.  I tell him that I can wait.  I’ve waited this long.  I’m off the phone with Al by 3:17.  I think that I’ve finally reached a resolution. 

     3:25pm:  Al calls me back.  Will wonders never cease?  Two callbacks from this guy and only one was expected.  Bad news.  Al says that they cannot send me a replacement because my BDX2155KC is out of warranty.  I wanted to blast Al about this but he’s been nice up to this point.  I explain to Al that I had already gone through all of this before and my receipt shows I purchased it on December 26th, 2011 and the manual says I have a full one year warranty.  He asks if anyone had asked me to fax a copy of the receipt.  I tell him no, but that I offered and was told that it wasn’t necessary.  Cut to the chase.  Al asks me to fax a copy of my receipt to him and he will update the Warranty.  He also promises to send the BDX2300 directly to me from Vancouver by UPS rather than having to wait for it to arrive in Toronto and then relayed on to me.  I get off the phone, fax the receipt to Al, and that’s the last I hear from anyone with Toshiba.

     It hasn’t been a week yet but I’ve heard nothing from Al or Toshiba.  I’m assuming everything is fine and the Warranty has been updated and I will soon receive the BDX2300.  Stay tuned.