I've inundated my friends and family for years with commentaries on everything from foreign currency transactions to the menu at Taco Bell. Some of my commentaries are funny or insightful. Some are me ranting about something I'm annoyed about. All of them come with "Frank's Blog Guarantee" - if you think I've wasted your time with a blog entry, you have the right to kick me in the shins as hard as you want.
I found a truly amazing short film on-line that I want to share with everyone. My first time watching this, I loved the story - simple but incredibly funny. I then watched it again, thought about what it must have taken to produce this and amazed by it.
I don't want to tell too much more, except to give a cautionary warning that it's PG-13 material. With that in mind, I give you Whose Inside My Baby, written, directed and edited by Mark Jackson.
Paris Hilton recently told OK! Magazine that she is secretly smart. She insists that her whole "dumb blonde" act is just that - an act.
I've long suspected that Paris Hilton is a lot smarter than she seems in public. I don't think anyone can be that dumb and still function in modern society.
Besides, many of the things that she says and does frequently seem like they are calculated for media impact. For Paris Hilton to do such a thing - and translate that celebrity buzz into an industry with her books, music, et cetera - requires a level of cognitive function well beyond what she normally displays.
I just wish that Paris Hilton would show her more intellectual side in public.
I would love to see Paris Hilton photographed reading a book - an actual work of literature; not a sophomoric piece of fluff.
I would love to see Paris Hilton at a film festival - enjoying some of the really good, artistic films that unfortunately never go very far in the modern market.
The legendary comedian and one of the finest human beings to ever work in television in Detroit, Soupy Sales, passed away yesterday. He was 83 years old.
Soupy Sales not only personified an era of television in Detroit, he consistently demonstrated the true power of television as a medium. His show made everyone who watched it feel not only entertained, but a part of something much larger than themselves.
His passing leaves a hole in the hearts of many Detroiters, even those who - like myself - weren't even born until long after Soupy Sales left the airwaves. His jokes were funny enough that people were still retelling them and laughing at them decades later.
Luckily, thanks to the miracle of YouTube, Soupy Sales is still available to children young and old "in Living Black and White."
Soupy Sales will be missed. If you'll excuse me, I'm off to have a slice of pie in his honor.
The Detroit Shock are reportedly about to move to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I can't say that I really blame them. In a town that has four other professional sports teams already - plus Michigan and Michigan State sports teams - it has been hard for them to generate the attendance that they need.
Of course, the saddest part all of this is that the Detroit Lions are staying.
I've always regarded Sweetest Day is an artificial holiday of no particular significance. After all, the occasion was started in 1922 by a group of candy manufacturers in Cleveland as part of an effort to sell more candy. The idea of a holiday tied so closely to commerce simply seemed wrong to me. As a result, whenever I was dating someone, I always cringed a bit when this holiday rolled around.
Of course, this changed the other day. I learned that my parents got engaged 42 years ago today.
Suddenly, Sweetest Day doesn't seem so artificial to me.
The fact that Sweetest Day started as a thinly veiled commercial undertaking is now tempered, at least in my mind, by the knowledge that there is something significant behind it - even if it's only significant to my parents and to every other couple with a Sweetest Day story behind them.
With that in mind, I'd simply like to say, "Happy Sweetest Day everyone!"