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  1. It took a while, but I finally remembered the source of the quote I wanted to use when talking about Dick Shawn: "What does it matter if it was an illusion? It worked! So don't tell me this is you life-size. I can't use you life-size. I need Alan Swanns as big as I can get them!" My Favorite Year (1982). That's really the only way Dick Shawn, and a lot of other entertainers, work for me: full blast, give it all you got, crank it up to eleven performances. That way, they're great. They just don't do anything in 'easy listening' mode. You may want to stop reading now. Really, it might
  2. True, but I don't want a toned-down version of Dick Shawn. That's like ordering Widower Chili just because you like the color and then mixing in enough crushed oyster crackers so it's safe for your toddler.
  3. Odd bit of serendipity -- just last week I saw where someone had redesigned a BD-5J to use six of those engines (two on each wing, two on the tail) instead of a single large one. It only exists in the computer, and those aren't rated for manflight, and it'd probably cost as much, if not more, than the original design, but it's intriguing that people are still interested in that design.
  4. I think Dick Shawn is best in small, intense doses. I loved his character in The Producers (1967), and yes, obviously perfectly gay. I just can't see his frenetic nature carrying an entire movie. Even if he could have pulled it off, I would have been exhausted halfway though.
  5. ". . . merits it somewhat." ?????????? It was an autobiography written and directed by a flamboyant egoist-- self-indulgence was a key element! Every moment had to be over the top, exactly the same way he saw his life. To be fair, I think there were as many unitards as leotards . . . Having him become introspective might have made a better movie, but it wouldn't have been true to the character. An egoist deflects. "Is there something wrong with me?" is quickly trodden underfoot by "Remember that great thing I created which no one else could ever do?" and we're once again in
  6. I just don't see Louis Nye pulling it off -- he had too much of a straight imitating a gay imitating a straight vibe. Dick Van Dyke (no pun intended) would have been perfect.
  7. I think it's a legal thing -- a bar or pipe under a certain diameter and shorter than a specific length isn't classed as a weapon. It's like how, in the US, a shotgun with an 18 1/2" barrel is a legitimate tool for home protection, but one with a 17 1/2" barrel is an illegal firearm, and simple possession of one can land you in jail for 20 years.
  8. I think part of the problem is a lot of people aren't ready to identify with or root for a lying, philandering, drug addicted, verbally abusive egoist even if he is a genius. Complicating matters is how his brilliance isn't patently obvious -- people credit the dancers for doing spectacular numbers without really understanding, innately, how it's really the choreographer's brainchild.
  9. The only place I've been able to find it is Pluto TV. You have to select On Demand, scroll down to Drama, then across to View All, and start hunting. Their Search function comes and goes at will, and it's not very reliable when it is working.
  10. I suppose she will be, when I tell her. She left the day before I went in for the exam which precipitated all this. Communications are typically one or two e-mails a day, so it was easy to forget to mention where I was and what was happening. If I'd told her, she'd have cut things short for no reason, and these little tours are a major part of her income.
  11. They're puncture marks, just like you'd see if you got stabbed with a sharp pencil or bitten by a South Dakota mosquito. I have two on my right arm, radial artery insertion for, first, an LV cath, and then two inches away for the main event. There are two lower down (femoral arteries), one for an LV cath which went horrible wrong and then one on the other side for the procedure. I don't pretend to know a lot about the process, and you know who is off gallivanting somewhere this week (she probably doesn't know anything about it either, but she knows what to search for and understands
  12. Consider it historical preservation. They're doing fewer and fewer of them, and soon they'll be relegated to medical history. (Wasn't Bones in Star Trek appalled at the thought of cutting people open to fix things? Well, we're getting there.) I've had several over the years (not that particular procedure, but they had to open me up to darn my aorta and do a valve job). Now, they don't bother. I just came home ('just' as in hours, not days) from having the latest procedure, and there isn't a cut or stitch on me -- it's all done by shoving tubes up your arteries and playing a remote-control
  13. A dangerously decrepit old building sat on a piece of prime real estate (a "carpet the area with $100 bills, and the land is worth more than the money" situation). Owners were desperate for years to tear it down, but two walls of the lobby had murals painted at that time. I was handed the job of guarding a company's interest in the performance/liability of the firm which coordinated the work (and listened to diatribes from every side) of the engineers who figured out how to keep those walls intact, the demolition company which tore down the rest of the building, the security company resp
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