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9/17/2019 · 2:03 am· Trouble · Good Bye Blue Sky
sometimes waiting and watching is all you can do. The weather has been oscillating quite a bit this... | Read More

9/1/2019 · 1:30 pm· Jaime · Good Bye Blue Sky
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Filed under: — Jaime @ 10:38 pm

Mike just sent me this article, A Ben By Another Name: Dan. I empathize with Dan, er, Ben. I wouldn’t have 7 years ago, but now that I live in the south things have changed.

When I lived in the midwest and introduced myself to strangers, the biggest mixup they may have had, if any, is calling me Janie instead of Jaime. Not a big deal and I could certainly understand how they heard that. However, in the south the mix-up is no longer the logical Janie/Jaime error. It has become something far worse – they think my name is (shutter) Tammy.

Now I realize that every third woman down here is named Tammy, but puhleeze. Jaime is NOTHING like Tammy. Not. At. All. Close. Not even with my stuffed-up-honky-Chicago accent. How do people even hear that? It’s to the point where I now must exaggerate the pronunciation of my name upon introductions. “Hi, I’m Jjjjjjaaaaaaay(me)….” I try to make sure people hear it right the first time because, unlike Ben, I’ll correct you if you get my name wrong.

Do any of you beachcombers have this name problem like Ben and me?

The Great Sweet Bippy in the Sky

Filed under: — Jaime @ 7:06 pm

It is with much sadness that I write of this update to the Death Pool. Score one for me, comedy legend Dick Martin has passed.

Martin’s death is a little sadder for me to report than the others so far this year. In my own way, I had a special connection to Mr. Martin. Well, Messrs. Martin and Rowan, and of course, their mark on our comedic memory – Laugh-In.

As a kid, I warmly recall my sister and I forcing ourselves to stay up late and sneak-watch TV in order to catch reruns of Laugh-In on Nick at Nite. It was obviously naughty and something we were forbidden to watch (or so we thought, not sure if my parents actually cared). That alone, made Laugh-In cool. But it was the sheer comedic genius that permeated throughout that show that made it so special.

Martin and Rowan were the quintessential Vegas-style comedians. Well-tailored suits, long cigarettes, slicked back hair, and well-mannered naughtiness. They bled suave. Their cosmopolitan banter complimented and even tied together the remaining mish-mash of hilarious sketches. It may seem silly, but that show made a strong influence on the kind of comedy I like today – political/fast/curt/brash – it all applies. Plus, women played an integral role in that show (yes, even Goldie Hawn), which was a bonus. I used to idolize Ruth Buzzi…which is probably fodder for a future blog post.

Thank you Mr. Martin for your contributions to the world. I’d rather laugh than do much else, and you certainly brought smiles to all of our faces. Hope you’re sockin-it-to-em where ever you are.

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