Although the 99 Cent store has been expanding its reach (just recently the owners boasted a spanking-new oulet in Las Vegas) service and quality has been plumetting at lightning speed.
For instance, at two busy outlets (Charleston & Marilyn Parkway/Flamingo & Marilyn Parkway) regular customers have been grumbling about the long lines that have been snaking around the store floor at check-out because the 99 cent store is short on cashiers.
Worse than that, the stock - and quality of the food - has reached a shocking low.
On more than one occasion I have trotted home and been forced to toss out yogurt and milk that turned out to be spoiled!
Management doesn't appear to be training their day-workers properly. For instance, the staff don't appear to be aware of the importance of refrigerating dairy and cheese staples.
It is also doubtful they've been taught to check for expiration dates to prevent products from going bad on the shelves.
I have to wonder what goes on in the back storage room, too.
Shoppers have complained, after all, that after they've carefully unwrapped a package of cookies in the kitchen at home - the whole lot is often not only stale - but smashed into dozens of broken tasteless pieces as well.
Crumby way to run a business, eh?
A few of their mainstays - orange juice, peanut butter, and lunch snacks - are difficult to find on the shelves these days at the bargain-discount outlets (for some inexplicable reason).
Are store employees scooping up the most-popular items for themselves before the doors swing wide open at the crack of dawn?
And then, there is the glaring packaging problem, which I find downright insulting.
When I strode down the aisle to pluck up a jar of instant coffee a few days ago, I was startled to spy a Nestles brand printed in Spanish only!
An inspection of other sale items nearby confirmed that the irregularity did not apply to just to the coffee (ruling out the possibility of an oversight or an invoice error) but other snack and beverage products such as soda, peanuts, and what-have-you.
Aren't the owners of the 99 cent store aware that English is the first (and only) official language of the United States?
This disturbing turn-of-events calls for immediate action by Americans in my estimation.
Do consumers have to boycott the 99 cent store before the stockholders get the message?
U.S. Citizens are tired of being disrespected and watching the English language being run into the ground!
I say, if foreigners don't like the English langauge, that they should pack up and go somewhere else to be accomodated.
To articulate the rage of the American people:
"We're mad as hell and we're not going to take it anymore!"
Mayor Oscar Goodman may have been given the heave-ho at City Hall, but with plans underway for a "speakeasy" downtown at the newly-renovated Plaza Hotel, it's obvious the old coot is going to keep turning up like a tarnished penny.
After the mess he made of the Mob Museum on the Las Vegas strip, it's time Mr. Goodman was put out of circulation (and his misery).
The UN has designated the dazzling stage performance of legendary I Wayan Wija - one of the foremost shadow masters alive - as a "Masterpiece of Oral and Intangible Heritage of Human Humanity".
And now, he'll be presenting wayang tantri - his playful twist on the mesmerizing storytelling art of shadow puppetry - at San Francisco's Asian Art Museum.
Shadow puppetry - which skillfully facilitates the use of light, exquisite intricate puppets, and spirited - at times provocative music - is one of Bali's most cherished forms of artistry performed on stage.
For the upcoming special event, Wija is expected to treat guests to a new form of puppetry, Wayang Tantri, by creating a set of characters based on the animals and human characters of the ancient Panchatantra tales.
The MATCHA happening is a golden opportunity to catch current art exhibitions, chat up other patrons over an exotic cocktail, take a docent tour, and even express yourself creatively by getting involved in a hands-on art project at the celebrated respected Museum that night.
Festive party-goers are expected to swoop into town full of rainbow pride - as Mandalay Bay and trendy upscale watering holes - toast Gay Nights in Las Vegas which kicks off tonight and runs at a frenzied pace over the next four days in the desert oasis.
Snatch up your stylish threads and strut out the door to catch one of the VIP events - a pool party, a two-for-one cocktail hour, what-have-you.
Gay friendly Hotels all along the glitzy strip are promising discounts, specials, and bargains galore.
Don't get in a tizzy now, girls!
And, be sure your gaydar is revved up and raring to go, eh?
"B52", an unidentified female cried out from the back of the hall.
A nattily-dressed middle-aged man whooped for joy before double-checking his cards for accuracy.
As it turned out, it was a forty-five year old red-faced Cougar - with candy-apple red lipstick smeared on her once-luscious pouty lips - who uttered up the cry that caused a bout of blues to sweep through the darkly-lit ballroom momentarily.
The embarrassed faded beauty was forced to fess up.
"I was flagging down the waitress ('ya got it) for a thirst-quenching B52 drinkie-pooh!"
Within a few minutes - after the nasty uproar simmered down a smidgen - die-hard Bingo fans were once again peering over their multi-colored cards contentedly as old age silently (and slowly) began to creep in.
Is this the way management at the Riviera expects the revival of Bingo to pan out each week at the down-on-its luck Hotel on the poor end of the strip when the competitions start up on August 12th?
Heck no, at least not if the big brass has any say in the matter, dudes & dudettes.
For good reason, consultants have been - well, consulted with - to determine if there is a silver lining in the them there gap pockets in "Bingo City" proper.
Accoring to Lou Hilford - with Loudon Consultations (with a busy office just North of the U.S. border in picturesque Vancouver B.C.) - the old image of bingo players (the blue-haired ladies fifty-five and older, puffing on a ciggie, with curlers intact, and a requisite cup of lead coffee in hand in a styrofoam cup) is more old hat than the gals who used to populate the once-smokey cozy little halls.
By the by, in West Hollywood (California), celebrity bingo has been all-the-rage at Hamburger Mary's for a few years now.
Though the dolled-up babes (with boy-toys in-tow) may be drag Queens - or exotic transsexuals - when it comes to donations for their favorite charities - they're no slouches in the fundraising department.
Maybe President Obama should toss a celebrity "balls" event at the White House now that times are getting tough.
Pink money is still coin of the realm, after all!
With the advent of electronics tossed into the mix, Hilford also predicts that smartly-attired dudes between the ages of twenty and forty years of age, will be giving the old dolls a run for their - um - balls too.
Other Casinos have caught the trend and are jumping on the big bingo-wagon too by jove!
The Plaza (just enovated with spanking new lofty climbs to relax and gamble in) is launching a tournament with a high stakes incentive - $150,000 big ones - in fact.
Alas, too late to slip into an easy chair to try your luck on that one, on the 24th of August.
The 1000-spot event is sold out, though hapless hopefuls are inclined to still wait in the wings for no-shows to free up a coveted seat or two the fun-filled soiree, which is obviously going to be one of the social highlights of the season.
The Riviera's 1800 seat extravaganza may have tickets still available though.
When an actor suddenly transforms into a superstar (usually by meteoric rise because of a high-profile role) after years of struggling to attain success in the acting profession, every minute detail of their sweet short lives is seemingly subjected to the glare of the searing spotlight.
Likewise, when a historian or biographer stumbles on heretofore unknown facts and information about an unknown chapter of a performer's life, there is a frenzy by the media and the tabloid press - even filmmakers - to bring the often sensational secrets to light.
Years ago, there was a rumor floating around Hollywood - nudged along by one inquisitive entertainment reporter - that Tom Cruise once dropped from view for a year or two in the early days of his career when he was first starting out as an actor.
The gossips tittered that Mr. Cruise had taken a - OMG - regular day job to pay the bills as he continued to audition and try to hit pay dirt in filmdom.
Imagine what a scoop that one might turn out to be?
Personally, I struck up a friendship with a theatrical producer in my youth, who alleged that when he spent a vacation in Hollywood with his parents many moons ago, he casually met James Dean in front of a bar one day - at which point - they became lovers.
Strange bedfellows, indeed!
Allegedly, the actor was into S & M, by the way!
Now, a screenwriter of a feature film - to be premiered at the New York Film Festival this fall - has reported that his flick focuses on a young Marilyn Monroe when the celebrated movie star was on location in England in 1956.
"My Week With Marilyn" focuses on the actresses relationship with a set assistant while shooting the classic "The Prince and the Showgirl".
Film enthusiasts will recall that Laurence Olivier starred.
The much-anticipated flick features Michelle Williams as Marilyn and Kenneth Branagh (excellent casting!) as Sir Laurence Olivier.
Fans will have to wait patiently, though, since the premiere isn't slated to premiere at the festival until October.
Directed by Britain's Simon Curtis, the film is loosely-based on a week British writer Colin Clark spent with Monroe while she was filming the romantic comedy (while on honeymoon with her playwright husband Arthur Miller).
During that time, Curtis kept a diary documenting the interactions between the two lead actors.
"After seeing Marilyn Monroe so often portrayed in films as a caricature, it is a pleasure to see this complex personality and unique on-screen presence portrayed so well," said Richard Pena, programme director for The Film Society of Lincoln Center, which backs the festival.
The intriguing film will be released on wide screens in UK cinemas on 14 November.
Quite a few noses got out-of-whack earlier today when it was announced by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences that the Queen of afternoon schlock - um - talk is going to be given the nod with an Honorary Oscar!
As Barbra Streisand would say:
But, not so fast. Do a posse of power-players in Tinseltown have the clout to nix the prestigious outfit's unprecedented favoritism?
Meanwhile, I'm still chuckling over all the exposure (!) Big "O" unexpectedly snatched up from the jaws of fate at a chic dinner party night-before-last with the former Governor's wife and handsome teen son in tow (on the mend, by the way).
Once the celebrated trio alighted from the chi chi eatery, the paparazzi immediately began to swarm every which way but loose, as they jockeyed for a perch.
As it turns out, the posse of photogs was Oprah's undoing, alright.
Wouldn't you know it?
For example, when the hefty talk-show Diva bent over to scramble inside the purring limo at the curb (albeit in a cumbersome fashion) a tabloid gossip monger nabbed a revealing shot of Ms. Oprah's butt-crack!
It reminded me of a joke I used to tell when I was a kid (which always got a big laugh, by the way).
You know what I'd buy if I had a million bucks?
A new ass 'cause mine is cracked!
Although mine is a tidy butt, Ms. Winfrey has enough bucks for a truckload of fill, if needed!
Today, Michelle Obama zipped off an e-mail to keep me posted on the President's progress on the hill at the White House.
In addition, the lovely 1st Lady (who has appeared on my 10 Best-Dressed List for Women, invited me to sign a Birthday Card for her hubbie (who turned 50 today).
Here is her message verbatim:
Every day, I see Barack make choices he knows will affect every American family. That's no small task for anyone -- and more proof that he's earning every last one of those gray hairs. This has been a busy week in Washington, but today happens to be Barack's 50th birthday. I'm writing to you because this year, the girls and I would like to do something a little different. I'm asking friends and supporters of this campaign to wish him a happy birthday by signing his card, and sharing why you're on this journey with us. Your names and notes will become part of a book that tells the story of this campaign -- who's building it, why we're in this thing, and what he means to us. We'll deliver a copy to Barack and send one to our campaign offices across the country.
Sign the card for Barack. I've known Barack for more than 20 of his 50 years, and we've been through quite a lot together. It still amazes me that no matter how many decisions and distractions he's faced with every day, he's always able to focus on the bigger picture. One way he does that is by making time for stories and letters from people like you - because he knows that this job isn't about him, but about the millions of folks around the country he's fighting for. This next year will challenge us all to work harder than ever before, but the crucial thing is that you're here now, early on, helping to build this campaign. I know that, like Barack and me, you have your own reasons why, so I hope you'll take a moment to sign the card and share your story with him and other supporters of this campaign. http://my.barackobama.com/Birthday-Card
Thanks for being a part of this, Michelle
Well, why the heck not, eh?
I trust you will too; after all, on an individual's special day, I believe it is important to celebrate the anniversary of their birth (and put all differences aside).
We didn't ask the Lord to come into this world, 'ya know?
So, folks need to give each other a little boost now and then, eh?
Last evening - when President Obama attended a star-studded soiree in honor of his a birthday, he uttered up the Medicare quote of the day.
"When I turn 50 tomorrow," he chirped jokingly, "I will automatically receive an e-mail from AARP urging me to contact the White House to protest potential cuts to Medicare and Social Security."
Ok, so the President doesn't have the best delivery - not when it comes to stand-up comedy - go figure.
Mr. Obama will have to leave the one-liners to seasoned pros like Letterman, Jimmy Fallon, and Mr. Leno over at NBC.
But, surely - he has a unique gift or two to rely on - in the event that the gig on the hill doesn't work out.
If that's President Obama's actual hand imprint posted above - then golly - there is hope for the classy man-of-letters (for sure).
It just so happens, after all, that I am a well-known palmist (who has fathomed up an accurate analysis or two over the years since I first began following the teachings of renowned palm-readers and psychics like the likes of celebrated Ceiro).
In view of the fact it is Mr. Obama's birthday today, I am offering up a free reading!
In the words of Marilyn Monroe?
"Happy Birthday, Mr. President!"
Palm Analysis of President Barack Obama
The life line on the palm pictured above is long - and subsequently - indicates a life span into the nineties. The crease on the "inside" to the left is a positive sign of protection from out-of-the-blue accidents, and mishaps, which might normally occur during the regular course of the President's daily schedule.
The heart line starts below the 1st finger and runs across the entire hand, where it finally rests just below the pinky. Generally, this indicates a long love affair (with a childhood sweetheart) that survives the trials and tribulations of time. Because the line ends on the Mount of Luna, the lovebirds will end up retiring in a foreign land (near the sea).
Unfortunately, the head line breaks at the career line, which indicates a sudden career change due to unexpected events or an error in judgement.
But, because the Sun Line is strong and healthy - and rises up into the third finger - there are definitely many accolades, awards, and honors crowning Barack's life.
Part of Mr. Obama's fate is unwritten, though.
How the President handles the opportunities that come his way in the next five years will determine how his life will pan out for the next twenty years.
Bony fingers denote an analytical mind and profound thinker.
You know what they say: still waters run deep!
Because the mount of Venus is half-developed (not too fleshy) there is a need for Obama to relax more and court some of the finer "things' of life such as the Art, Music, and the Theatre.
Obama's thumb is a bit flexible, so it shows he can be a "push over", at times.
If you read between-the-lines of the latest Forbes Magazine report on the subject of the highest-paid actors in the lofty realm of feature films, it should be evident that funny does not always equate to money!
For example, Adam Sandler - a perennial favorite of the comedy genre - lagged behind two studly box-office stars more inclined to go the heartthrob route.
Leonardo DiCaprio broke stride this year, in fact, and ended up best rewarded for his acting chops to the tune of $77 million.
Just betcha, he was laughing all the way to the bank, when he shouted to runner-up actor Johnny Depp:
"Catch me if you can!"
Well, Johnny-boy can probably point an accusing finger at "The Tourist" for tarnishing his once-stellar career record at the local movie theatre, for starters.
But, the big-budget fiasco didn't appear to put a dent in Angelina Jolie's film prospects, on the other hand.
Word is that Ms. Jolie is prepping for a remake of "Cleopatra" - a much-anticipated acting challenge - which should rustle up even bigger bucks for one of the world's most-beautiful women.
I wouldn't kick Angie out-of-bed for eating crackers, you betcha!
Brad better remain attentively by the sultry siren's side (may I peel 'ya a grape, dahlink?) while she's on location - after all - you know what happened when Elizabeth Taylor took on the role with a handsome young stud in the lead of Mark Anthony in the romantic environs of Rome.
The International scandal that followed - not only broke up her marriage to Eddie Fisher - but caused Ms. Taylor to be denounced by the Pope!
Just down the street from the Gold & Silver Pawn Shop (which is featured on a reality show on cable) at 212 S. Las Vegas Boulevard, there is a nasty loan shark by the name of EZ PAWN, who preys on unsuspecting victims when they innocently stroll through the doors.
The owners are pretty slick, alright.
Under the guise of providing top dollar for gold jewellery, desperate individuals (who are often down-on-their-luck or out-of-work) are usually hood-winked into parting with their precious heirlooms, watches, and wedding rings without proper discloure, a legit professional appraisal, or the right to have the terms and conditions of the tricky legal ageements (loan papers) explained to them as required by law.
In a nutshell, the staff at EZPAWN are dishonest rip-off artists who engage in deceptive business practices.
For example, when one of my "schills" sauntered in to check out their dishonest business conduct first-hand, he was immediately struck by the fact that the cashier assessing the value of a piece of jewellery for a short-term loan was not basing the gold on current market values.
When the gent handed over a gold chain for evaluation, he casually asked the squat unkempt clerk if the price of gold had gone up that morning due to the recent debt crisis snafu.
"Oh, I don't know," she half-whispered, as she turned her back to him, and proceeded to place the item on a scale.
How was it possible to determine the value on the loan article if the clerk was not enlightened of the price of gold per ounce that day?
Well, that was the big tip-off, wasn't it?
Obviously, the slovenly employee didn't intend to give an honest appraisal (or full value) as the advertisements for EZPAWN promised (and boasted) to do.
Then, after pacting a deal with the customer, the gal - who acted like her shit didn't stink - failed to disclose the terms and conditions of the loan agreement.
For instance, she neglected to inform the applicant about the length of the agreement, the amount of payment due each month in interest, what kind of penalties would be applied if an installment was missed, and - of course - hid the total cost of the interest by virtue of her deliberate reluctance to disclose.
Once the consumer returned home, and read the documents, they would be shocked to learn that EZPAWN was charging an outrageous (illegal?) sum of 135% interest annually!
Other questionable business practices are also quite diabolical (and criminal) at the rip-off joint, too.
When a customer expresses an interest in a laptop computer, for example, they encounter some highly suspicious business practices in this department, as well.
A large percentage of the laptops in stock are "dead" in the display case - that is to say - the batteries have been allowed to run down.
Thus, an interested party must first track down a charger, in order to rev up the computer and check out all its bells and whistles (of which, in this instant case, there are usually none).
It also shocks a consumer's sensibilities when they try to web surf on eight or so laptops that are plugged in - and discover to their dismay - that the store doesn't have any Internet (or WiFi) service.
How is a potential purchaser supposed to verify the quality of a laptop or desktop PC if there isn't any access to the world-wide-web?
The big reveal comes when (and if) a customer opts to take the risk and purchase the untested computer anyway. There should have some legal recourse if the computer turns out to be a lemon, right?
Not so fast, sucker!
At this juncture, when a customer approaches the cashier's wicket, he or she is informed for the first time that the sale is final.
No returns or money-back guarantees at EZPAWN!
What a bunch of disreputable crooks, eh?
Other aspects of the store are a big turn-off, too.
Most of the clients that wing their way in-and-out of their pawn shop appear to be absolute dregs of the earth, for starters.
I wouldn't be surprised if quite a few of the pricey pieces of gold jewellery, watches, and cameras are stolen property.
The staff look like down-and-out low-lifes, after all, who haven't bathed in a week.
They sure aren't professional salespeople.
In fact, many people exit EZPAWN in disgust after they've been left waiting for thirty or forty-five minutes, without having been given so much as a hello from the incompetent staff who are too busy scratching their butts and turning their noses up at any well-meaning customer who does happen to stumble in.
If you're smart, you'll avoid this pawn shop - and the pack of losers (and thieves) who run it - like the plague.
A mantool athletic cup may effect the right thrust!
I suppose David Beckham got tired of slipping into some other dude's tight-whities, eh?
So, while out on-the-town this past week, the studly soccer star playfully confided to a member of the frenzied paparazzi that he intends to launch his own fashionable line of sexy underthings for sports-minded males.
Though Becks was a bit vague about the designs - top drawer stuff, 'ya know - it appears that the skin-like tightie-whities may be introduced with a collection of body-contouring t-shirts and tanks to mix-and-match at whim.
I expect that posh Victoria will have a designer's hand in things?
And, it has splashed forward in Southern California in a big way.
Thousands of surf aficiandos will be flocking to the seaside town of Huntington Beach (California) over the next few days to catch a wave, party-hearty into the wee hours of dawn, and celebrate the good life, dudes!
And, three major sponsors will be stoking the fires - Nike, Hurley, and Converse - to ensure that the Surf Soiree for August 2011 is a memorable one.
For starters, because of their bold-faced efforts, the spectacular event (free to the public) has evolved into the world’s largest youth culture and action sport festival of the season.
With more than 500,000 people expected to be in attendance along a 14-acre stretch of sand on the south side of the Beach Pier, the Nike US Open of Surfing is sure to be the best in surf, skate, BMX, music, fashion and art.
"It's hard to match the experience of the world's best in sports, music and art coming together on the beach in one of action sports' most iconic locations," said Sandy Bodecker, VP Nike Action Sports..
The premiere Surfing extravaganza runs from July 30 to August 7 and be viewed on the web by "surfing" to:
The event is produced by IMG - a high-profle professional outfit that is considered to be the global leader in sports and entertainment - without doubt.
The Men’s competition features a North America ASP Prime event.
In addition, a woman will be crowned World Champion in Surf City this summer.
“I’m really excited to be returning to Huntington Beach to try to defend my US Open title,” says Hawaii’s Carissa Moore.
“It’s so fun to be competing in front of so many people!”
The US Open will also feature a grade four men’s and women’s Pro Junior as well as the always-popular Pacifico Nose Riding Invitational.
On the beach, there will be eye-opening tricks from the most talented and diverse crew of riders from across the globe as they participate in a state-of-the-art skate bowl at Converse Coastal Carnage.
Also, a stellar crew of BMX riders, will push all possibilities at the Nike 6.0 HB BMX Pro.
On Thursday (August 4th) five of the nation’s top high schools will compete for $25,000 in the Hurley Walk the Walk National Championship which is considered to be the ultimate youth competition.
The US Open Music Stage will also host a lineup of bands sure to beat last year's over-the-top performances which were well-received by the crowds of ecstatic fans.
For collectors, there will be 100 interactive exhibits, autograph signings, DJ appearances, and free give-a-ways.
This year the Nike US Open of Surfing is sponsored by G-Shock, Skullcandy, Red Bull, Pacifico, Paul Mitchell Salon Haircare, Invisalign Teen and Transworld Media.
In a few weeks, students will head off to school once again to put their noses to the grindstone.
Unfortunately, a handful of parents may not be able to sleep at night, because they'll be worrying about how to cover the escalating costs of schoolbooks and supplies necessary to keep their children abreast of their studies.
Fox 5 News - and a posse of giving individuals (including the Salvation Army) - have launched a drive for school supplies with the specific aim of overcoming that hurdle for concerned loving parents.
In fact, the Fox News team will be on location tomorrow at one of the drop-off centres at McDonalds situated at Sunset and Eastern (2550 East Sunset) in Las Vegas.
Donations will also be accepted on air at Fox on the 4th of August as well.
Your contributions may also be delivered to the Salvation Army in person.
The Salvation Army 2900 Palomino Lane Las Vegas
Help a child today!
Stop by and say hi to the news anchors and their crew at Fox 5 News - and, if possible - donate much-needed items such as notebooks, backpacks, pencils, sharpeners, gift cards, crayons, loose-leaf books and paper, calculators, glue sticks, highlighters, colored pencils, tape, and any other materials youngsters may need during the learning process.
Just bet that once you do contribute the experience will literally warm the cockles of your heart!
Yesterday, one of my favorite actresses - Helen Mirren - was honored with a star on the prestigious "Walk of Fame".
Fans jostled for a perch on bustling Hollywood Boulevard to get up-close-and-personal to the charismatic thespian who is a seasoned pro with a dazzling array of credits to her name from walking the boards in the theatre, to television, and feature film.
Some of her earlier film roles include Age of Consent, O Lucky Man!, The Long Good Friday, When the Whales Came, and Mosquito Coast.
Mirren is as adept at comedy as she is at high drama, too.
Mirren's title role in "The Queen" earned her a BAFTA, a Golden Globe, and an Academy Award (in addition to others).
During her acceptance speech at the Academy Awards at the Kodak theatre, the stylish striking beauty praised and thanked Elizabeth II (after underscoring that the Monarch had maintained her dignity and weathered many storms during her reign).
Coincidentally, "The Queen"(which focused on the drama that unfolded at Buckingham Palace in the wake of Lady Diana's untimely death in a car crash in Paris) was broadcast on the "telly" on Sunday night.
As far as I am concerned, the flick was nothing but a hatchet job.
Though Mirrin turned in a bravado performance, I've always felt the feature was too sensational in nature.
Frankly, I also found it difficult to believe that Queen E 2 (my nickname for her majesty) could ever be as petty as she made out to be on the silver screen.
I am familiar with the term "warts and all" - but in this instant case - the nasty producers went overboard.
That's the problem with fictionlized screen biopics, the writers have to juice up (fabricate and spin distortions of the truth) to create a controversy for publicity's sake - and with the sinister hope - of luring gossip-hungry low-lifes
Of course, being Canadian, I am both a Royal "lover" and a Royal "watcher".
In fact, when news of Lady Diana's death hit the airwaves around the globe, I remained glued by the television set for the next three days anxious to uncover every minute detail of the tragic loss to the Royal Family.
"She was just a commoner who married a Prince," a friend retorted one day.
"It will all die down in a day or two."
"Oh no," I found myself lamenting.
"She was more than a Prince's wife. Lady Diana was the "people's" Princess."
And, she'll always be remembered as the Queen of Hearts (too).
Yesterday, after nearly being struck down by a Shuttle bus at a side entrance Wynn Resort, I found myself in a long queue snaking in front of a public recreation facility alongside about thirty other individuals (locals and tourists alike) chompiing at-the-bit for the doors to swing wide open.
For one brief moment, I half-turned on the steps to check the parking lot behind me.
One of the locals spied me in line - at which point - a strange phenomenon erupted all around me.
At first, there was just one quiet whisper.
"Do you know who that is?" one young woman quizzed her friend, as she elbowed her in the side.
Within minutes, all of the patrons were pointing me out to each other, as the decibel level in the cramped entrance way soared.
I caught snatches of the conversation - snippets of gossip - about me!
Suddenly, without warning, my consciousness appeared float up above the restless crowd.
The moment was surreal and not unlike an out-of-body experience!
At one point - I felt like was outside of myself in another dimension - looking "in" on the scene below from beyond.
Was it all my imagination?
How did I appear to the folks gathered around me?
At this point, a guard arrived and unlocked the door, so I scrambled inside to take a respite from it all.
But, I was numb, and feeling for all-the-world like a zombie.
Frankly, I was buzzed for about two hours or so, before I could collect my thoughts and think straight once again.
I can imagine how Justin Bieber (or Lady Gaga) must feel when they are swarmed by a host of adoring fans.
Now that Governor Jerry Brown has signed a bill into law that requires "Gay History Lessons" in public schools, I expect that the "Love that once dare not speak its name" (Oscar Wilde) will probably become the love that won't shut up (in California, anyway).
After jilting Ben at the altar (Red Rose Ceremony) Ashley - the Bachelorette - proceeded to display a shocking lack of sensitivity by delivering up an additional low blow.
"You've a very interesting person," she started to gush, before Ben cut her short.
"Don't sugar coat it," he shot back at her, as he angrily strode off without looking back.
What kind of "word" is that to use in the aftermath of the dramatic emotional moment that had just awkwardly unfolded in front of millions of folks glued to their television sets around the globe.
Needless to say, hunky Ben was having nothing of it.
Even so, last evening fans were inclined to wholeheartedly support the handsome stud at the "After the Rose Ceremony" (gosh, they milk this show for every drop, don't they?) when he confessed to the rapt audience that he had - at least - departed with dignity intact.
A raucous cheer and a wild spirited round of applause spontaneously rippled through the packed house.
Obviously, a bevy of bodacious babes in the stands were ready to slip between-the-sheets with Ben, given half the chance.
So, will Ben turn up as a "Bachelor" courting the ladies next season?
Julian first sauntered onto the stage in a production of "The Marriage Proposal" in 1968 (Chekhov).
First-time out, Ayrs won an "Award of Merit" from the Simpson's Drama Festival for his portrayal of the nervous suitor "Lomov".
Essentially, though, he started his career as a painter.
Ayrs was part of a group show of West Coast artists at the Galerie Allen (Gastown) in 1970.
On the heels of that exhibition, he was commissioned by the City of Vancouver to create kiosks for the downtown core (1972).
One-man Exhibitions followed at the Contemporary Royale Gallery (Vancouver) and Open Space Gallery (Victoria).
In 1973, Ayrs made an entrance onto the International Art scene when he was invited to exhibit his abstract-expressionistic paintings at the San Francisco Arts Festival.
During a brief visit to New York in 1974, Ayrs appeared off-off Broadway in a "Hot Peaches" spoof on the Andy Warhol stars.
The production was titled "The Magic Hype".
After his short stint on stage in that successful musical comedy, Warhol Star Jackie Curtis
invited Ayrs to appear in a special New Year's Show at the Fortune Theatre in the East Village.
Ayrs was first published in IS8 - a Coach House Press publication edited by Victor Coleman (Toronto).
In addition, a short story - Cottage Cheese - was broadcast on CBC Radio (Robert Chesterman / Producer).
Julian modelled in the early eighties.
His face has graced the pages of National ads for American Express, the Bay, Eatons, Big Steel, and Sears (to name a few).
Ayrs' fashion column - Dressing Right - appeared in the morning newspaper "The Province" (Southam News) for approximately two years after he gave up the fashion runway.
An acting bug catapulted the struggling actor into the exciting Film & TV industry full throttle when he moved to California.
Ayrs has appeared in parts on the popular soap "General Hospital"(Reporter), "Victims for Victims" (Doctor), "Murphy Brown" (Doorman), and Fox Studio's big-budget comedy "How I Got into College" (Harvard Recruiter).
Drawing on his background in writing, Ayrs pursued a career as a Literary Agent for the next two years at Wallack & Associates and the Camille Sorice Agency respectively.
An opportunity to pen a blog for a Fox Network Show "On the Lot" - not only opened up a new well of creativity - but the opportunity for Ayrs to flex his visionary skills in several areas of the arts such as writing, film & video, web design, etc.
Then, Ayrs sequed into film reviewing.
Currently, he is a well-known film critic in the Los Angeles Area.