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January 18th, 2013
“King me!” Fido yowled.
“Go ahead and King me!”
“Fido, what in the world…?”
“OK, then let’s give the cat a ride around the house. He can just climb right up on my back if he wants to, and I’ll take him anywhere he wants to go. The sky’s the limit.”
“Fido, what’s going on?”
“It’s King Weekend, in case you forgot, and I’m all fired up and ready to go!”
“Hey hey hey hey!” Fido yelled over his shoulder. “I am really like-like-LIKING this guy!”
Fido got a big goofy grin on his face.
“We’ve been talking! He likes the same things I do!”
“Wow that’s good to hear, Big Boy. You never know how a cat is going to fit in.”
“He’ll be just GREAT!” Fido said. He nuzzled the cat and whispered something in the cat’s ear.
Mountaineer is back from the Eastern Karakoram
Back from perhaps his most important expedition yet, Andy Selters has produced what’s likely to become his most memorable show.
With three Canadians and four Indian-Nepalese climbers, Selters ventured to a restricted and barely-explored area at the northern tip of India, the Eastern Karakoram.
“Happy New Year, Fido!”
“It’s a new beginning, Big Boy. Out with the old and in with the new!”
I reached into the closet for Fido’s New Year’s hat. It’s a silver, pointy, cardboard thing with an elastic chinstrap, and on the front it says “Happy New Year.” Actually, Fido’s goofy New Year’s cap looks just like mine.
“I don’t get it.”
December 30th, 2012
In 2012, theater audiences were entertained by several diverse productions, from Sierra Classic Theatre’s emotionally complex “Proof” to Mammoth Lakes Repertory Theatre’s musical sensation “The Marvelous Wonderettes.”
Even before it started, town leaders pushed forward with a “Best Summer Ever” marketing campaign, with more hope than actual promise.
“I’m breaking trail!”
Fido was exuberant. Elated. Jubilant.
“Look at ME! I am almost beyond words!”
“That’ll be the day, Fido. There hasn’t been a moment when you were without words. Even in your sleep, you’re one big, red chatterbox.”
“Let’s go over here,” he said, plowing through the snow. “No, let’s go over here!”
“Reorge?!?” Fido called, obviously in a state of high consternation.
“Here I am!” I said, padding in from the hallway. “What the heck is going on?”
“There is something here that you should see, and I don’t think it is a good thing at all.”
I looked about, here and there, up and down, side to side.
“Fido, I don’t really see much out of the ordinary here, really.”
“Then what is that THING?” Fido wanted to know.
“Hey who turned out the lights?” Fido demanded.
“Fido, the lights are on. Nobody has turned them off.”
“No, I mean outside. I get up in the morning and it’s dark on our morning walk. When we get home, it’s dark again.”
“It’s just the season, Fido.”
“I don’t like it.”
‘Campo Mammoth’ replaces Hyde
Mammoth Mountain Ski Area has done it again: opened up a new restaurant and upped the ante for a pleasant dining experience.
This time we welcome Campo Mammoth at the Village in the space formerly occupied by Hyde. It opens today (Friday), just in time for the holiday rush.
It’s been a month since Opening Day and so far, the season has certainly packed a punch.
If you were in town the few weeks prior to Opening Day, you witnessed how the pace changes to a very excited, almost frantic behavior from all the local workers and business owners.
There is nothing in a ski town quite like Opening Day, and this one had lots of expectations behind it (especially after last winter). Allow me to recap.
Main Lodge opener
As soon as the Thanksgiving leftovers have been put away, a parade of Christmastime entertainment steps into center stage.
Twirling the golden baton are the holiday-themed movies more heartwarming than hot cocoa, and Christmas carols endlessly streaming on the radio. Oh, and thatâ€™s just the beginning!
A majority of yuletide stories are based on Charles Dickensâ€™ â€śA Christmas Carol.â€ť The protagonist doesnâ€™t believe in the Christmas spirit until he is confronted with his own cynicism, and has to inspire Christmas joy in others.
“What the heck are we DOING?” Fido asked.
“Just sit still, you big red lug, this won’t take much more than a minute.”
“I’m not liking this.”
We were an hour away from our appointment with a photographer and some other dogs to make an image for a Christmas card. The idea was simple enough. The execution was going to be another thing altogether.
â€śA new cummerbund and bow tie!â€ť Fido yowled. â€śThat can mean only one thing! Hey hey hey hey! Itâ€™s party season!â€ť
Fido pawed the flat box in delight. He tossed the green and red ribbon into the air.
â€śItâ€™s my favorite-favorite-favorite time of the season!â€ť
â€śI know, Old Boy,â€ť I said. â€śI take it youâ€™re all set for some holiday cheer, and now you have a brand new set-up for your black tie events.â€ť
â€śThese are just the right color,â€ť he muttered. â€śHow did you know?â€ť
â€śIt was just last week, Fido. You remember Bark Friday, donâ€™t you?â€ť
â€śBut there was so much going on!â€ť
â€śWEâ€™RE UNDER ATTACK!â€ť
Fido buried his nose under the couch. He would have scrunched all the way under, but biscuits have taken their toll. Even if he were slender, he wouldnâ€™t fit.
â€śTHEREâ€™S ANOTHER ONE!â€ť he yelped, and dug his nose deeper under the couch. I noticed he was shaking, too.
â€śFido, just what in the world are you doing?â€ť
â€śAre you deaf, man?â€ť Fido wanted to know.
â€śI didnâ€™t hear anything unusual, Old Boy, except for the sweet sound of avalanche control on The Mountain. Right on time. Must be 6:30 a.m..â€ť
â€śYou call that sweet? Have you been watching the news?â€ť