At the Dollar Store: do you know what you're buying?

Sample Listing - danger levels of various Dollar Store products (A - M)



1 Inch Poly Binder

LOW



10 Piece Storage Set

LOW



100 Mini Lights

HIGH



3 Pack Squeeze Ducks

HIGH



3 Ring Binder

LOW



50 Mini Indoor Lights

HIGH



5pc Formula Car

HIGH




60 in. Micro USB Cable

HIGH



8 Beaded Necklaces

MEDIUM



Adhesive Gem Strips

HIGH



Adult Poncho

LOW



Artificial Nail Set

HIGH



Auto Bucket

LOW



Avengers Assemble Backpack

HIGH



B'Loonies

LOW



Baby Bottle

LOW



Barrettes - Set of 8

MEDIUM



Baseball Base Set

LOW



Bath Toys

HIGH



Bath Tub Appliques

HIGH



Bathtub Fingerpaint Set

HIGH




Beaded Necklace

MEDIUM



Beads Perles

LOW



Beads Perles #2

LOW



Book Cover

MEDIUM



Bowling Set

LOW



Boxing Gloves

HIGH



Bracelet and Earrings with Brown Jewel

MEDIUM



Cancer Awareness Accessories HOPE

HIGH


Cars Bread Shaped Container

LOW



Christmas Straws

LOW



Christmas Window Clings

HIGH



Christmas Window Clings - Santas

HIGH



Clip-On Heart Earrings

MEDIUM



Clip-On Jewelry

HIGH


Coffee Shop

LOW


Cookie Tray Kit

LOW


Custom Grip

HIGH



Die-Cast Metal Hand Cuffs

HIGH



Double Sided Earrings

HIGH



Earrings Large Round Textured Edges 9 Pair

HIGH



Earrings Oval 9 Pair

HIGH



Earrings Small Round 12 Pair

LOW



Earrings Small Round Smooth Edges 9 Pair

LOW



Extension Cord 9 ft

HIGH



Extremely Me Blue Necklace and Earrings Set

MEDIUM



Extremely Me Dream Necklace and Earrings Set

MEDIUM



Eyeshadow

MEDIUM



Fairies

HIGH



Fairy Garden Blooms Placemat

MEDIUM



Fairy Magic Placemat

HIGH



Fantasy Dress-Up Set

HIGH



Fashion Doll

HIGH



Fashion Earrings - 3 Pairs

MEDIUM



Fashion Girl Doll Black Hair

HIGH



Fashion Girl Doll Blonde Hair

HIGH



Fashion Jewelry - 3 Skulls

HIGH



Fashion Jewelry - Silver Bracelet with Red Jewels

MEDIUM



Fashion Necklace - Lucky Star

HIGH



Fashion Stylist

HIGH



Favors Surprises

MEDIUM



Flannel Back Tablecover

HIGH



Flannel Back Tablecover with Snowmen

HIGH



Flower Earrings

MEDIUM



Garden Knee Pad

HIGH



Gel Sticker Clings

NONE


Glitter 4 Girls Tattoos

LOW



Glitter Backpack Keychain

HIGH


Glow in the Dark Fun Glasses

LOW



Gold Chain and Earrings Set

MEDIUM


Green and Pink Flip-Flops

HIGH



Green Binder

LOW



Green Bowl

LOW



Grip Liner

HIGH




Grow Creature

HIGH




Haunted Tattoos

LOW



Headbands

HIGH



Heart Necklaces

HIGH



High Shine Nail Polish

LOW



Ice Rings

LOW



Infinity Beaded Bracelet - Bow

HIGH



Infinity Beaded Bracelet - Cross

HIGH



Infinity Beaded Bracelet - Heart

MEDIUM



Inflatable Dinosaur

HIGH



Interchangeable Hairgoods

HIGH



Jelly Clear Clog

HIGH



Jelly Clear Clog 2

HIGH



Jewelry Set

LOW



Juice Squeezer

LOW



Jumbo Necklace Gold Clock

LOW



Jumpin' Frogs

HIGH



Just Be Earrings

HIGH



Keychain Wallet

HIGH



Krazy Straw Mason

MEDIUM



Ladies' Handbag

HIGH



Latex Coated Palm Work Gloves

HIGH



Li'l Playdate Pal

HIGH



Lipgloss Wand and Comb Set

LOW


Mermaid Sirene

HIGH




Mini Appetizer Spoons

LOW

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Let`s call the whole thing George

An intriguing trick, but it works very well here. The piano part is exactly synched to Fred and Ginger's singing. . . and then they rollerskate.

Jack Gibbons transcribes Gershwin's original piano rolls note-for-note, then attempts to take a seat in George's chair. Which he can't quite do - no one can. But I do appreciate the attempt, especially in cutting through all the layers of smarm and sentimentality that have accrued over the years. Most singers seem to howl Gershwin, or yodel him, or half-sob him, pulling up all kinds of drama that was never meant to be there. Just sing it, and the song will do the rest.

I think of George as a kind of shimmering iridescent musical peacock. There's so much going on at the same time that you can't keep track of it all - but you don't have to, because the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. In my Gershwin journey there have been times I've felt almost physically lifted up, or turned in some strange way, as he turned and lifted up musical history, almost casually. No one was as full of paradox, and in the end, no one was as wounded, and by those who claimed to love him.

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From a REAL dating site: me n' George, together at last?

Margaret Gunning and George Gershwin Numerological Compatibility Compatibility level: 25% - A relationship that presents frequent challenges and requires much compromise. This match combination is particularly interesting. The different natures of Margaret Gunning's Life Path number 3 and George's 7 make for a relationship that either lasts for about two weeks before going up in flames, or remains exciting and powerful for a lifetime. If their relationship has existed for quite some time and can be considered stable, Margaret Gunning and George Gershwin may well be soul mates for life. If the relationship started recently and has already experienced considerable ups and downs, they should be prepared to let go. It is also quite common for this combination to turn from romance into deep friendship immediately after a romantic fall-out. Margaret Gunning has a restless, energetic, unconventional mind that happily explores the boundaries of creativity and originality. Like a kaleidoscope, Margaret Gunning's mind changes colors and shapes and enchants those around it. George has a much more serious, but no less unconventional way of looking at life. George is an untiring seeker of truth and understanding. George gets great satisfaction out of quiet moments of contemplation and soul searching. In fact, George thrives on the clarity and realizations that come from such moments and from moments of spiritual enlightenment. Margaret Gunning and George have very different approaches in the way they think. But, on the other hand, they have in common the fact that they both are unconventional and not afraid to wander off the beaten path. Although they have different needs and they find their happiness in very different ways, such ways are not incompatible. It is precisely their uniquely different intellects that make this relationship lively and interesting. Margaret Gunning and George complement each other. They give each other something they would not be able to give themselves. Margaret Gunning brings sunshine and an intuitive faith to George, while George offers margaret gunning a taste of the beauty found in exploring the depths of life itself. Like the sun and the moon, they supply light and comfort. Although on opposite ends of the spectrum in some ways, Margaret Gunning and George bring light and comfort to each other’s life and, as long as they do not compete for each other’s space, they can live in great harmony. You Your Friend Name for the report Gender Date of birth Contact Us About Us Privacy Policy Terms of Use Numerology Compatibility | Margaret Gunning and George Gershwin © Copyright 2009-2015 Celebrities Galore Female Celebs # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Male Celebs # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z (This-all came from a dating site that matches plain old people like me with "celebrities", including dead ones. Why, I don't know - fantasy material, I guess, because these are people you can't hope to meet, especially the dead ones. The thing that interests me is that they seem to have it backwards: all the traits assigned to me are George's, and vice-versa. Poetic as he was, George wasn't terribly introspective , though he was famous for his spells of melancholy. He was a mover and a shaker and may have known on some level that he was changing musical history. While doing so, I guess he found time to date me. I won't say much more about that. Hate to kiss and tell.)   Visit Margaret's Amazon Author Page! http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B001K7NGDA

George walked in

This is one of those nice GG videos that features photos and even snippets of film from his life. Rare enough, but what happened last night? What happened when I was so unprepared for the second song (Love Walked In) on this video?

What happened is, I felt astonishment, and I cried. Cried because, stripped of all the schmaltz, we have a version so close to what George would play that it's almost scary. He was not a sentimental pianist and played with tremendous energy and verve. The love songs shone and gleamed, shot through with sunlight. He was solar rather than lunar, though that sunnyness  was sometimes sadly, darkly eclipsed.

I heard Debussy in those newly-revealed, stripped-down chords, but I heard something absolutely original too. I don't know of any other composer who can knock me back with a single chord. It's remarkable.

So we have the two sides of George here, almost aggressive honky-tonk (and believe me, in the few recordings we have of him, he played fast and he played hard) and sheer, naked poetry. Jack Gibbons has tried to peel back all the layers of sentimentality and get back to essential Gershwin, and it's like restoring a gorgeous Renaissance painting that has been dulled by a thousand layers of varnish and time. What is revealed is startling, so fresh the paint is still wet.

The song begins at 3:01. It's one of those songs that is so simple, it's hardly there. As Salieri says in Amadeus, remove even one element, one note and the whole structure would fall down. And yet it is something that will last forever.

Nothing seemed to matter any more,

Didn't care what I was headed for

Time was standing still,

No one counted till

There came a knocking at the door.

Love walked right in and drove the shadows away ;

Love walked right in and brought my sunniest day.

One magic moment, and my heart seemed to know

That love said Hello ! ,

Though not a word was spoken.

One look and I forgot the gloom of the past ;

One look and I had found my future at last.

One look and I had found a world completely new,

When love walked in... with you.

And now, the inevitable P. S. :

And here is the best vocal version I've heard, sung sweetly and sincerely with a simple, clean, unsentimental orchestration and a fantastic segue into "swing" near the end (the last dreamy note reminding me of an Astaire and Rogers film). I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS! But I think that Gershwin, who always referred to himself as a Russian, would have appreciated this.

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Letters home

Can I say something about George's hand? How can you stop me? It's my blog, and I'll go on about it if I want to. I have no special skills in analyzing handwriting, but I do pick up vibes from it, some of them distressingly negative. But I love this guy's handwriting, it's the writing of someone I'd like to meet. There is an optimism and freshness and energy about it, but at the same time, a diligence, even a neatness and precision interspersed with a few artistic flourishes in the capitols. It seems to surge forward bravely and even eagerly, and chimes in a way that's quite palpable even after all these years. It's friendly stuff. Does it reflect any of his complicated, paradoxical nature? No. It doesn't. Maybe biographers have pushed that pedal a little too hard over the years. A genius doesn't have to strain and labour to be a genius. In my long and tumultuous exploration of Gershwiniana (too many syllables, there), I've compared him again and again to Mozart, so lavishly, naturally gifted that it seemed almost supernatural. GG did not come from a music family - at all. They were tradesmen and furriers and even bookies and borderline crooks. He was, as they used to say, "a hop out of kin". But his hand is refreshingly normal, eager, with a kind of upward sweep and a let's-get-going that does seem to be reflective of his biographical self. Which makes his death that much more horrible. Come right in, George, I want to talk to you.

                 

His face, at first just ghostly

Where should I begin?

I don't know when it began. After I realized my third novel was crashing in flames, and would never rise again? Perhaps. But I think it started long before that.

How can you NOT know about Gershwin? At least something. At least some of those songs: The way you wear your hat. I got rhythm. And even (though we don't know where, or why) Swanee, how I love ya, how I love ya.

It's a delicate thing when you begin to feel a presence in your life. You're not sure how to receive it. And it's a lonely thing, because either you offer it up to mediums and spiritualists and those who are supposed to understand, or you tell non-spiritualists and are seen as basically crazy.

I would not recommend you offer it up at all, lonely as it is. You take a terrible risk. The presence I feel now-this-minute is catlike, sleek, lovely, indescribable, and even describing it here is somehow risky because I begin to feel foolish. Most of all, I wonder if it's the right thing for him.

But wouldn't he understand?

GG was rougher around the edges than most people knew, or saw. He cursed more. He fumed. Didn't get openly angry because he did not want to appear vulnerable, which he was, terribly. Tin Pan Alley followed him all his life, to the point that the critics ripped into him for writing Porgy and Bess without having the proper classical roots to even attempt such a thing. He was sensitive about technical know-how and hated it when they accused him of not having it. It was kind of like expecting Picasso to learn art techniques with a paint-by-numbers set. If he had had that standardized technical background, Porgy and Bess would have been forgotten a very long time ago.

I could write about GG the autodidact, the pianist, lover, etc., and it would all be right, or at least correct. But what about the lonely soul, seemingly even lonelier after his passing? What about all those frequent, baffling George appearances, which seem to make people's hair stand on end? For he keeps appearing, perhaps as revenge (no matter how playful) for his horrible, unforgiveably botched and bungled death.

His diseased brain, that beautiful brain that gave us the transporting miracle of his music, was gutted, cored like a grapefruit. The medical staff, embarrassed that they could not cure him and perhaps hoping he would die rather than turn into a vegetable, abandoned him to a room, where he died alone. George. Gershwin. Died. Alone.

Some spiritualist friends of mine have told me that the WORST thing that can happen to a person is to die in a room alone, especially in a state of spiritual confusion. GG had lapsed into a coma when the tumor in his brain finally exploded. He didn't know what was happening to him. He must have been looking down at his ravaged, ruined body and brain, knowing he had to leave, but not understanding, not understanding at all.

I remember that thing in A Christmas Carol about Jacob Marley. If a man's spirit doesn't engage with his fellow man during his lifetime, he's cursed to wander around endlessly after his death, seeking something he can never find. 

Is it too late for George?

I am not a medium, but I do not sweep aside the (many, many) impressions I receive from people who have passed. It happens all the time, really. When I dared share my George adventure with a medium in Nanaimo, someone I've known for 25 years, he at first seemed interested - "fascinating!", he exclaimed again and again - and then, suddenly, with no warning or explanation at all, he dumped all my revelations as phony, inauthentic, even concocted by me to try to play the spiritualist and overstep the bounds, because after all, I've had no Medium Training and thus know nothing. 

So Paul B. (I won't give his full name, not to protect him but me) ripped into my vision. I cannot tell you how devastated I was. It didn't merely pull the rug out from under. It was more like falling through the ice. This man's arrogance is nothing new. Years ago I sent him some samples of the novel I was writing, because he seemed very interested, and I had already read an entire manuscript of his (which was extremely dull and even offensive in places). I got this answer from him: well, Margaret, I think you need to be extremely careful not to make a fool of yourself sending this out to publishers, because they're going to see it as some kind of zany soap opera (the thing was a gut-wrenching take on the abuse I suffered as a child). Devastated, I wrote back to say: listen, Paul, these were just samples, not the whole novel. Please, read the whole thing before saying stuff like that! 

And this was a so-called "friend". At that point, I wished I had not trusted ANYONE with my work.

Years went by, I didn't count how many, and then I got one of his calligraphy-written letters ("I don't know how I know how to do this", he told me), saying he wanted to apologize to me for saying those nasty dismissive things, but he couldn't help it because the subject matter of my novel had triggered all his "unresolved issues". It was a case of "look what you made me do", I see now, but of course I couldn't see it then. I just felt amazed that anyone had apologized to me for being abusive: it had never happened before, not in my lifetime. I tried to put the "zany soap opera" remark behind me, even though he admitted he had not even read the excerpts from the novel before condemning it. The outline was enough for him to form an opinion.

Fuckface, bastard, I hope he dies. . . but he won't. He has set up a backwater fiefdom in Nanaimo, and is now a little prince strutting around with little old ladies hanging on to his every word. When he suddenly cut my George impressions out from under me, it was "zany soap opera" all over again, only worse, because he was accusing me of being an amateur and a fraud, someone who should keep her fingers out of this stuff before the Devil comes marching into her living room.

Fuck that.

But something happens with George, and I have found out about it. He appears to people, not always where he knows he will be understood. I don't see him, but I feel him and I always know who it is. He walked in, just like Love walked in, and walked around the left side of my office chair and stood in front of me.

I still feel him, slipping around the room, silently, occasionally tapping me on my (always) left shoulder to correct something I'm thinking, or clarify. "Display" was one word I received (it's a felt knowledge, so I sort of have to translate it into actual words). I was thinking about his appearance, how elegantly he dressed, how well-turned-out he was, and I wondered if it was at least partly a - hmmm - a -

Now I know. Yes, it makes sense because he was already wildly famous by the time he was in his mid-twenties. It's not such a long way from being a song-plugger on Tin Pan Alley to world fame. Not if you're George Gershwin. A hop, skip and a jump is enough.

Why is he here? You can make up your own mind whether he is or not, as I often have to do. I never went to Medium School, and I firmly believe each person who practices spiritualism in any form IS their method. You don't learn it out of a book. Paul B. is so overeducated I am surprised he doesn't waddle when he walks. He has two Master's degrees and a PhD. To my mind, no one is duller and less-equipped to handle reality than an academic. Like Napoleon, he has grabbed the crown of mediumship and plunked it down on his own swelled head.

George is smiling, though only a little, and I feel warmth on my left side. It's like a cat rubbing on me, almost imperceptibly. Sleek and warm and lovely, but there is a melancholy, a heartbreak really, or he wouldn't have been able to write those songs. "All my friends are leaving me," he said when he was very near to his deathbed. It's true. Scared of his illness and the bizarre behaviour that went along with an undiagnosed/untreated, grapefruit-sized tumour in his head, they did abandon him, even his soul-mate Kay Swift who was not allowed anywhere near him. Only a few remained, including Oscar Levant, who was so phobic about death that he could not stand to hear the word "insurance". 

But he stayed, played him songs out of Porgy and Bess on the piano (which George, his co-ordination destroyed, could no longer play), and sang them in his bellowing baritone. It's often said that in a crisis, you find out who your real friends are.

But even Oscar's dogged loyalty couldn't save George. When you pass out of this world in confusion, with not even a kindly nurse or a cleaning lady in the room with you, no human energy at all, you don't know you're dead, don't know where the hell you are and what's going on. This has to be resolved somehow, and the upshot of it is that this world and the next become separated by a gauzy veil, the thinnest and most permeable of membranes. You can easily slip back and forth between worlds.

It's called being a ghost, folks. Why don't I finally say it? George Gershwin, as amiable and benevolent as he is, is a ghost.

So who am I to be receiving these impressions, I who have never gone to Medium School? Why is it someone so famous? Do you think I know? Is it like reincarnation, where everyone thinks they used to be George Washington or Cleopatra, not just some schlub digging potatoes in the fields? 

Is it the fact I open to him, I welcome him, I pay attention to him, I - in fact - love him?

Mediums and spiritualists go on and on about Love being the Ultimate Reality and all that. But I am here to tell you something. There are things more important than love, and I will tell you what they are. I will list them for you right now.

Respect.

Understanding.

Loyalty.

Compassion.

Courage.

Acceptance.

Forgiveness. Yes, even that, the thing I often scorn and rage about. Forgiveness is more important than Love, because without it, Love is soon destroyed. It is more fragile than we realize.

So if all these other things are more important than Love, then loving George isn't such a big deal, is it? Of course it's a big deal, it's huge. It graces my life. I feel his presence and it wraps around my left side. He faces me and wants me to understand, and in that plea I almost see him.

I wouldn't be afraid to see him, I would know who he was and why he was doing this. I'm not meant to go trumpet all this to the world, and in fact I only write it here because I know only a handful of people ever read this blog (with the exception of the entry I See Dead People, which has had more than 110,000 views to date because, I think, it's on Pinterest). It's safe. I can do this. I need to, because goddamn, sometimes it's lonely being who I am and carrying all this baggage, and losing so much along the way.

And I think, somehow, George would understand.

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George is on my mind

Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
Oh I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin

How can I be civil when hearing this drivel
It`s only for nightclubbin` souses
Oh give me the free `n` easy waltz that is Vienneasy and
Go tell the band If they want a hand
The waltz must be Strauss`s

Ya, ya ya, give me oom-pa-pah
When I want a melody
Lilting through the house
Then I want a melody
By Strauss
It laughs, it sings, the world is in rhyme
Swinging to three-quarter time

Let the Danube flow along
And the Fledermauss
Keep the wine and give me song
By Strauss

By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me your oom-pa-pah, by Strauss!

Let the Danube flow along
And the Fledermauss
Keep the wine and give me song
By Strauss

By Jove, by Jing, by Strauss is the thing
So I say to ha-cha-cha, heraus!
Just give me your oom-pa-pah, by Strauss!

The strangest thing I've ever seen on the internet

 

For my friend (while he waits and hopes)

Getting carried away?

Meet The Dutch Owl Who Loves To Land On People’s Heads

262 days ago by Dainius

An owl that likes to land on people’s heads has rocketed a small Dutch town to fame. Menno Shaefer, a 48-year-old from Zaandam, Netherlands, managed to document this friendly 6lb (2.7kg) European Eagle Owl as it tried to roost on the heads of onlookers in Noordeinde town. There, it sat for up to a minute before looking for another resting spot.

“Whilst photographing the owl, it did try to land one my head once,” said Shaefer to NL Times. “However, as soon as I lifted my camera to get a shot, the owl flew onto my neighbor standing by my side.” Residents think that the owl might have escaped from an aviary in Oosterwolde, and are excited by the publicity. “I have seen photographers and birders from around the country, from The Hague to Spijkenisse, they come from everywhere to see the eagle owl. Our village is finally on the map!” , said one happy resident.

As to why the owl behaves this way, Schaefer said, “It was a very funny thing to watch, however I’m just as confused as anyone as to why it does this.”

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