Gahd Bless Hamer

You Know, I Don't Like This Broad

A response to Liz Cheney:

...America requires the unpopular to have an advocate and every time a defense lawyer fights to make the government do their job, that defense lawyer has made us all safer.

This senator, like a recent attorney general, got it right. . . .

Considering the years they're having, it's time Tiger Woods started
endorsing Toyotas

A Brunette In My Bed

Somebody help me understand the logic at work here.

Suppose you parked a car in a legal, public spot in a residential
area. After it had been there a couple if days, vandals slahed the
front and rear passenger tires.

Within an hour-and-a-half, a cop slapped a ticket on it, adding a
notation that unless it were moved immediately, the cops would tow it
to an impound lot.

A call to the cop her him say that since it can't move, it gas to be
moved.

And it's in a legal soot bothering

no one

Sigh

At least Chris' [sic] Guitars failed to paint the pickup cover like I
asked.

woody c'est arrive!

Smart Actors Make for Interesting People, No. 2

I am, and always will be, a Dick York kinda guy.

But Dick Sargent had a lot on the ball. And, I'm surprised to learn, was the original choice for the role of Darrin Stephens in 1964. He was, however, under contract to a different studio, and they refused to release him.

Born Richard Stanford Cox in 1930, the actor was making his film debut by the age of 26, assuming the name Dick Sargent. His thought processes were revealed on a Merv Griffin show in 1975. . . .

Stanley Myron Handelman (another guest on Merv): Why did you change your name?

Dick Sargent: No one would have taken Dick Cox seriously. . . .

Dick Sargent, here's to you!

Mini, Meet CostCo. . . .

PS

I guess they got self-conscious: at this shindig, they settled for cool rhythms









teenarama is what you're giving me

Sometimes You Learn of a Party That You're Sorry That You Missed!

other kinky rhythms indeed. . . .

I Confess-- I Love the Records

I wish I could explain why the Rrcords move me.

Their songs are sometimes more. . . sluggish than other songs I admire. Their songs are occasionally puerile. Lord knows it's not the matching shoes and jackets.

But Gahd help me, I love them so. . . .


Here they are from 1979 performing "All Messed Up and Ready to Go," a personal fave:






PS Now I know where ¡barangus!™ got his taste in guitars.


And injections in the knee

I've Had a Helluva Weekend

I'm not an imaginative bassplayer

Mornings are MY time

for bellotoot and perky parker

wOODY cOMETH

UGLY AS SIN


UGLY AS SIN

I love sin

Orpheus as Keyboardist Extraordinaire, No. 2

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Big Star - Television Stars

It seems impossible to imagine that Jay Leno was ever even this hip.

La Grande Estrella con su "super-hit" "La Vida en La Carrera" :

There Goes My Social Life, No. 25190

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Tim Burton Movies That I Have Enjoyed

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I'm always amused when Republicans laud Ronald Reagan, nearly deifying
the name.

Certainly not the man. They would have drummed him out in about eight
minutes - that impure, compromising bastard. . . .

biscuit

Spring Fever

It's a good time to be following the NL East:


Ryan Zimmerman 3B 2009 STATS

BA HR RBI OBP SLG
.292 33 106 .364 .525


Chase Utley 2B 2009 STATS

BA HR RBI OBP SLG
.282 31 93 .397 .508

David Wright 3B 2009 STATS

BA HR RBI OBP SLG
.307 10 72 .390 .447

The art of the commercial

Tom Allen stars
In a new
National television advertising
Campaign
for
A national fast-food chain.

He is freakin' awesome.

I search for YouTube

__________________ UPDATE

You can go here and see the 15-second spot. Tom is driving the car.

The full spot uses his comedic talents a bit more, I must say.

Thums Are Decidedly Down -- and I'm Lucky I Didn't Shove My Thums In My Eyes. . . .

So this weekend, I had the worst experience of my film-going career.

'Twas The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus, Terry Gilliam's self-indulgent, incomprehensible frolic through special effects and lame imagery.

I begrudge no one his taste -- if you wanted to sit through it, if you found some meaning -- even tiny meaning -- then bless you.

I found no merit.

But that didn't make it the painful experience that it became.

That occurred when I was trapped. Unable to walk out, as I was the driver on a dreaded double-date.

I would have left one couple behind to fend for itself; it's a dog-eat-dog world, and survival is key.

But the other couple included my girlfriend's very nice, very kewl, very cinematically-misguided [at least in this case] daughter.

I couldn't bolt.

And I also couldn't sleep. It was in a historic [read: ancient] urban theater designed for men 5' 8" tall, weighing 174 lbs. at the top end. I was, as I say, doomed.

Just call me Alex, and let me tell you about the Ludovico Technique. . . .

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I thought I could wash away the pain with a visit to The Ghost Writer, Roman Polanski's taut little thriller. It cam e highly recommended, and I would frankly have sat through Polanski's rape trial rather than sit through Imaginarium again. But I digress.

I felt like I was watching a Hitchcock movie; the reviewers had it dead right.

I don't like Hitchcock movies. I respect the shit outta the things, but they don't get me hard.

The artificial, staged, isolated vibe that permeates every Hitchcock flick I've ever seen [you know, isolation even in a crowd scene] hung over the movie from the first word. It was stagey and claustrophobic, but not engaging. So I gotta give it a Thums Down.

James Belushi was the best thing in the movie. I kid you not.

But I urge you to memorize the theaters still playing The Ghost Writer. And I urge you to buy a copy.

You never know when someone might suggest you see or rent The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus. . . . .

For StoogePie

I've been lettin' ya down.

Moonlight On The Occoquan, No. 2

Moonlight On the Occoquan

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Little johnny jewel will be so goddamned happy. . . .

Shirley Jones Was Hot as Balls