Déjà vu

August 28, 2025 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I Gigi the parti poodle and I must tell you I cannot fathom what happened this week. On Saturday at noon my novelist whisked me off and took me back to the clink! Why? Why did she do this to me? I was just there. This time, I was forced to stay with a poodle, a doodle, a chocolate lab and a Shepard mix named Sophie. Sophie and I had met before, so I had at least one familiar companion, and it was a delight to see her. But the point of the matter is my novelist abandoned me yet again. At least I have one element in my favor. In the clink, my name is Emperess. I may be the smallest dog there, but I am the most sovereign. However, I am still sad. I now understand what royalty goes through when its members visit one of their countries that is not their home. They may be royalty there, but homesickness sets in.

Sophie and I went on walks around the grounds. She told me she was delighted I was staying with her. I explained I had just been here two weeks ago. I told her about Gemma, the kind Boston Terrier. She told me she knew Gemma and that she thought she was a kind Canis lupus familiaris as well. She said she was sorry to hear about my plight, but not to despair. My novelist would indeed return.

During the evenings, the standard poodle, the doodle, the chocolate lab, and Sophie and I played Charades. I was superb at it although I lost a few rounds to the standard poodle. He was quite arrogant about it as well. He’d just been to the groomers and constantly pointed out I needed grooming. A bit cheeky, don’t you think? What is it to him whether I’ve been preened and primped? The point of the matter is he won some of the Charades games and I won the others. Next time that pompadoured narcissist is going down.

The biggest insult of all was my novelist did not come to pick me up. Apparently, she had an appointment. So, she sent…Him…and the dogsitter. I was absolutely mortified and confused when they arrived without my precious novelist. How could she be so cruel? They drove me home and when I arrived at my residence my novelist was there to greet me. We had words, let me tell you. Or at least I had words I barked at her. She remained calm and took me outside as if she never noticed my anger.

We are now back in the office; I am on my pillow in front of the window, and she is at her desk. I am calmer now. Miffed but calmer. Until next week, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

You can check out my books Chicane and all five installments of the Musicology book series Musicology: Volume One, Baby!, Musicology: Volume Two, Kid!, Musicology: Volume Three, Twist!, Musicology: Volume Four, Sweetie! and Musicology: The Epiquad on Amazon in Kindle and Paperback editions. You can also check out Musicology’s web site at www.musicologyrocks.com and vote for who you think will win Musicology!

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: HORRIBLE BOSSES (2011)-NETFLIX**

This week’s pick is raunchy, shameless, and disturbed. And for you lucky Netflix subscribers it’s available to stream. Three good friends in Riverside, California all have one thing in common: they each have a horrible boss. Nick Hendricks (Jason Bateman) works for a financial firm under Dave Harken (Kevin Spacey) who forces him to work long hours and refuses to promote him. Dale Arbus (Charlie Day) is a dental hygienist who made the mistake of exposing himself on a schoolyard playground and works for Dr. Julia Harris (Jennifer Aniston) who sexually harasses him on an hourly basis, and Kurt Buckman (Jason Sudeikis) who happily works at a chemical company for owner Jack Pellit (Donald Sutherland) has his life put in a tailspin when Jack dies and his heartless cocaine-addicted son Bobby (Colin Farrell) takes over.

Over drinks at their favorite bar the three of them start to imagine how much better their lives would be if they had their bosses killed. They head for the wrong side of the tracks and at a bar there meet ex-convict Dean “Motherfucker” Jones (Jamie Foxx) who agrees to be their “murder consultant” and begins instructing them in how to carry out their nefarious plan.

The hilarious script was penned by Michael Markowitz and directed by Seth Gordon who directed the fantastic documentary The King of Kong : A Fistful of Dollars which was one of my Streams of the Week and I heartily recommend it.

Tears of Abandonment

August 14, 2025 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Gigi the parti poodle here and I can’t even say good afternoon because I am sobbing. On a poodle neurosis scale of 1-10 I am an eleven. My worst nightmare came true. I was right. My novelist abandoned me. Utterly abandoned me. It happened late Sunday afternoon. I was peacefully lying in the office on my pillow by the window as my novelist worked. Then, suddenly, the clock changed to 5:30pm and she scooped me up, slapped on my harness and leash, and whisked me out to the car. I hate cars. They are frightening and I never know where I am going when I am in them. I ended up in the clink. The clink is somewhere I have no idea how I got to or know how to find the path home from. I was taken to the clink in August a year ago where I was incarcerated for a week. It was one of the lowest points of my life. And this week, she took me there again.

During my stay, I met a rather kind Boston Terrier named Gemma. She was older and wiser than I, so I stayed close to her during the day. As it was a minimum-security facility, we would go out onto the porch in the mid-morning where we played checkers. Gemma was a master at checkers. I lost every game. But I did enjoy her company. She told me her owner often goes on business trips, and she stays here frequently. I told her how difficult it was for me to be away from my novelist for even a few hours. She told me I must try meditation. She said to request my novelist put on soothing music for dogs and then relax and know that she shall return in time.

My novelist returned around 6pm yesterday and I was very relieved. I barked and walked around in circles in the car the entire way home. She took me outside to touch the dry grass, and Bernard greeted me with open arms. I told him about Gemma and her suggestions and Bernard said she must be a very wise dog to give such advice. And so, as I write this with teary eyes of joy and relief I am listening to soothing music for dogs. Until next week, I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: RED EYE (2005)-NETFLIX**

If you have never gotten a chance to see this movie, make sure you catch it before it leaves Netflix on August 31. I am always fascinated when movies get a resurgence on Netflix. It often goes to show that audiences are craving films with something more to offer than people running around in capes and tights. I keep crossing my fingers and hoping there is a golden age of movies on the horizon. Or are we just heading for Armageddon? Anyway, this week’s pick is a whole lot of fun. Wes Craven directs this juicy little thriller written by Carl Ellsworth and Dan Foos. The plot is straightforward. A young woman named Lisa Reisert (Rachel McAdams) has the horrid misfortune of working as a manager at a high-end hotel. Because anyone who has ever worked in customer service at one point or another, knows what it’s like to be on the brink of becoming a killer. Lisa’s customers are like an exceptionally annoying trail of assclowns coming out of a miniature car. But for one reason or another she is a genius at her job. She knows how to juggle these dip wits like balls. She helps her poor coworker Cynthia (Jayma Mays who adds wonderful comedy to the film) via phone deal with them as they come at the poor woman like a rabid platoon of Nazis.

The reason Lisa is communicating with Cynthia by phone is she is heading for the airport to board a plane. She is catching the red eye flight on route home after attending her grandmother’s funeral. As she gets in line at Dallas Love Field, she meets a sweet young man named Jackson Rippner (Cillian Murphy). The two hit it off well and even find out that they are seated together on the same plane. But as the plane starts to take off Lisa begins to realize anyone knows a sweet young man with a name Jackson Rippner is bound to have ulterior motives. Rounding out the cast is Brian Cox who plays Joe Reisert, Cynthia’s father. And he is a much gentler paternal unit to her than he is when he’s running Waystar RoyCo.

Abandoned

July 17, 2025 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good morning. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. Last week when…Him came to the door I ran outside to greet my novelist and realized she was not there. I was most disappointed. The Dog Sitter hurried out, fetched me off the sidewalk and brought me back inside. The two of them seemed upset over my jubilant attempt to greet my novelist and I got a gentle reprimanding. I thought that was most unnecessary. Especially since I was quite saddened to realize my novelist was not there. She had left for her relative’s place. I was forced to spend the weekend without my beloved companion. Not to mention…Him is not generous with treats. In fact, he does not give them out much at all. Neither does the Dog Sitter. I found myself starving. I had to depend on my meals for nutrition, and I find that to be most gauche. I was grateful my novelist made certain my water bowl was filled with cold water and lightly seasoned with Aquadent before she left. Otherwise, I would have suffered from thirst. I don’t think either of them bothered to watch the waterline while she was gone.

Over the course of the next three days, I became quite lonely, and my schedule was altered. I am used to getting up just before six to walk all over my novelist until she gets up and we go outside. But…Him does not get up early. And the Dog Sitter certainly does not get up early. I was forced to watch the morning light stream into my bedroom for two and a half hours before I was able to roam about the grounds. I would spend time sitting in front of the door and looking out the window waiting for her to bring sunshine back into my dismal existence. Occasionally, the Dog Sitter would take me outside where there is an old picnic table. I worked on my upcoming blog story while the Dog Sitter wore headphones and sketched. In the evenings out of sheer loneliness I would cuddle up with…Him. His eye was on the television but mine was on the door.

Finally, sometime in the late afternoon to early evening on Sunday, my novelist returned. You cannot imagine my delight. I jumped up and down with joy as she came to the door and greeted me. You must never leave again, I barked. You must never leave again. I do adore her so. Until next week, may your novelist be there to keep you company during the week until we meet again. I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: MUD (2012)-PARAMOUNT+**

Jeff Nichols is a fantastic indi-film writer-director and this follow-up to his excellent previous movie Take Shelter is a homerun. Set on Mississippi River Island, it tells the story of two young teenagers Ellis (Tye Sheridan in a fantastic early performance) and Neckbone (Jacob Lofland who is also excellent) who live on the river in boathouses in a small town. Ellis lives with his fisherman father Senior (Ray McKinnon) and his mother Mary Lee (Sarah Paulson) and Neckbone lives with his uncle Galen (Michael Shannon who stars in all Nichols’s feature films) who dives for muscle pearls. The two boys who know the town like the back of their hand have heard about a boat on one of the nearby islands that has a boat inexplicably stuck in a tree. When they take a speedboat out to investigate, they find someone has been living in the boat and meet a strange man named Mud (brilliantly played by Matthew McConaughey) who lives off the land and is waiting there to meet his longtime girlfriend Juniper (Reese Witherspoon). He tells the boys he will give them the boat in exchange for food and supplies.

Neckbone is skeptical but Ellis believes Mud is truly planning to meet Juniper. The distraction is good for him since his parents are presently disputing whether to move off the river or to keep their home which, if they move, will be torn down by the state. As he begins to take more risks to assist his new friend, however, he finds himself in deeper trouble as Mud’s secrets slowly start to emerge.

Internet Wonderland

May 1, 2025 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good morning. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to introduce this week’s blog. I am delighted to say we are back up and running. We received our new surfboard modem from UPS, and it works well. We are now able to connect to the internet. This is of course a blessing and a curse. The internet is a vast expanse of information and as a poodle I find myself sometimes getting lost in its cavernous wonderland. I wander around looking at this video or reading that article or window shopping for those sparkly collars and then I look at the clock and I am stunned. The entire day is gone. How can this be? How can I have lost so much time? It is dreadful. It is wasteful. And yet, I am drawn to it like a bunny to a carrot. This nightmarish binge lasted a couple of days after we were back online and then I said to myself, I must stop. Life is too short to wander about in a virtual universe. There must be more to life than this. What did parti poodles do before the internet? I think they went to malls and strutted their beauty. I think they went to parties and strutted their beauty. I think they went to the park and strutted their beauty. How will I ever be able to strut my beautiful gorgeous black and white curls if I hide inside all day? I must be adored. There is a great big world out there of cats, bunnies, and dogs all strutting their beauty and they are missing out on the most beautiful creature of them all: Gigi. How can I deny the world my presence? Shame on me! I must rise on all fours, depart from my computer and voyage out on a mission to be absolutely adored. I will get on that right away…just as soon as I finish this game of solitaire. Until next week I bid you adieu.

MY BOOKS

**STREAM OF THE WEEK: THE LAST STOP IN YUMA COUNTY (2024)-SHOWTIME**

Small and quirky, this week’s pick takes a fresh spin on the hostage situation story written and directed by Francis Galluppi. Paying homage to tense low budget 70’s psychological thrillers, the film starts out on a quiet morning in Arizona with shots of a truck ala Duel and quickly takes us to a remote roadside diner and gas station with little else for miles around. A man known only as The Knife Salesman (Jim Cummings) has stopped for gas. He is enroute to see his little girl for her birthday who lives with her mother and stepfather in Carlsbad, California. When he arrives the gas station owner Vernon (Faizon Love) tells him the station’s pumps are empty and there isn’t another gas station for one hundred miles, but a refueling truck should be coming along shortly and he is welcome to wait in the diner next door.

The diner is owned by a pretty waitress named Charlotte (Jocelin Donahue) whom the salesman sees getting dropped off for work in a police car driven by her husband Sheriff Charlie (Michael Abbott Jr.). The Knife Salesman heads inside, and Charlotte pours him a cup of coffee and apologizes for the broken air conditioner. Over the radio we hear the Radio Host (Matt McVay) talk about a bank robbery that happened early this morning in Buckeye, Arizona involving thieves who fled with approximately $700,000 in a green Ford Pinto with a damaged rear end. Not long after that, a green Ford Pinto, which is running out of gas, pulls up to the gas station. The car has two men in it, a seasoned criminal named Beau (Richard Brake), and a young hot shot named Travis (Nicholas Logan). After finding out from Vernon they need to wait for the refueling truck to arrive, they enter the café, sit down and order coffee. As customer after customer comes into the diner the tension begins to rise and the sign outside that reads “You’ll Die for Our Rhubarb Pie” gets closer and closer to becoming literal for the patrons inside.

And Woof to That

March 13, 2025March 20, 2025 ~ gigicatchesair ~ Leave a comment

Good afternoon. It is I Gigi the parti poodle here to deliver my weekly blog. This week I have learned a new saying: “I don’t care what you think”. Although it is harder to say than one might realize, I find it to be liberating to not care what human beings think. Or dogs or cats or squirrels or bunnies for that matter. This means I say “I don’t care what you think” to other’s opinions about me. It also means I do not tell small lies or do things I do not wish to do to make others like me. I am fully aware that I am unlikeable and unlovable in the eyes of others. I am after all a 6.4-pound poodle typing a blog. How socially acceptable is that? In addition to this practice, I am trying to think differently about questioning my intuition. I am an intuitive thinking personality type. This is easier said than done because intuitive thinking poodles, from what I have learned recently, will negate their intuition before questioning someone else’s, even if most of the time said intuitive poodle’s intuition is more likely to be right. Thus, I have decided I must trust my intuition and all its glory. “I don’t care what you think” is not something I need to say out loud most of the time. It is something I say to myself when encountering various situations. However, there are times when it might come in handy to say the words aloud and let someone or some bunny know that the discussion is finished. And woof to that.

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**STREAM OF THE WEEK: BLACK BOX DIARIES (2024)-PARAMOUNT +**

This week’s pick is a powerful documentary that was rightly nominated for an Oscar this past year for Best Feature Documentary. It is written and directed by its subject Shiori Itô who was brutally raped by a real sweetheart of a guy, a journalist named Noriyuki Yamaguchi who is 23 years her senior. I might add here journalists are #6 on the list of jobs psychopaths have or aspire to according to Dr. Kevin Dutton who penned the marvelous book The Wisdom of Psychopaths. The list also ran in Fortune Magazine. If you listen to Yamaguchi being interviewed in the film, you will start to detect a lot of disfluencies and doubled words in his speech which is one of the red flags in determining psychopaths. Yes, Shiori Itô is a journalist as well, but clearly not a psychopath. Also, bear in mind that the percentage of male psychopaths worldwide is 1 in 150. In females it is 1 in 1050. Clearly, testosterone plays a part in psychopathy. And since lying is common amongst psychopaths and plays a part in this film, be aware that according to studies men lie more than women. Here is an example.

Like many documentaries, this movie is not for the faint of heart. The attack happened on April 4, 2015, when Itô went to interview Yamaguchi over dinner. At some point during the interview, she began to feel severely intoxicated. That’s just a polite way of saying Yamaguchi slipped her a date rape drug and it had started to take effect. Surveillance footage at a hotel caught him pulling her out of a cab and dragging her into the establishment. The footage shows she was clearly drugged, falling over and staggering. What followed the rape was a labyrinth of horror.

Shiori Itô filed a police report in July 2016, that was dropped by prosecutors because they told her she didn’t have sufficient DNA evidence. The policeman who was assigned to her case believed her, but he was taken off. Not long after that, the case was dropped. The problem with Noriyuki Yamaguchi was he wielded power. At the time he was the Washington, D.C. bureau chief of TBS, a major broadcaster in Japan. He also had connections to the Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe.

Being a wise reporter, Shiori Itô continued pursuing her case and as she did, she chronicled her journey by filming it, even in desperate moments. When the criminal case fell through, she sought a civil case which put her in contention with the government of Japan, its attitudes and its handling of sexual assault cases. Even at the risk of being sued, Itô published a successful memoir called Black Box which chronicled her experience of being raped and dismissed. To publish it she was able to get the policeman who worked on her case to sign off on it as well as the doorman who was present when Noriyuki Yamaguchi dragged her out of the cab and into the hotel.