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All of Steinie's money and all of Steinie's men couldn't put these pathetic losers back again. Sweep-O. How sweet it is. Time to dump Ste-rod. With- out his injections, he's just an average player now. Back to the Bronx for dese bums. I would still like to see the Giants win, but that doesn't look likely, so I'll go with the Cards. The Tigers get credit for waxing the pinstrippers, but I usually pull for the National League.

Honey, I'm gonna explain it to you one last time. If it was some two-bit broad, I'd slap her around myself, but these guys are one rough bunch, so I'm sending Jilly over with some brass nucks and he's going to give 'em a little of the old ring-a-ding-ding treatment. Capiche? *Tell Them Jilly Boy Is Here* Being driven back to Los Angeles after a two week stint at the Sands, Frankie stops at a roadside jewelry stand run by Indians. He buys a fancy turquoise ring and bracelet for Ava. Back in LA he has the baubles appraised and finds out they are fake. He quickly dispatches his good paly Jilly to teach the Indians a lesson they won't forget.

Bobby Bare singing his smash hit Detroit City. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6dP1xLk4rQ

Bob Marley and the Wailers, Duppy Conqueror.

ELO, it's a Livin' Thing.

Yep, Bill is one of my favorite actors too and he pretty much owned a large chunk of the 1950s. What a great decade for Holden. I don't think he was a one-dimensional actor. He happened to be typecast as the handsome, somewhat charming cynical semi-bastard in many of his films, and he did play that role to perfection, though he could do other things too.

Cibo Matto are simply Speechless.

Pink Floyd sez Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieQZoY9PQlY

Johnny Horton, The Battle of New Orleans. If I saw this bunch coming toward me, I'd run too. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsRK3DNoa_Q

Parliament, Give Up the Funk (TTROTS). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ-9FpUh0q0

I don't know, but maybe it's one of those deals where they have a special after hours thing where they charge for it so they can buy some more of those wooden newspaper holder things.

To me that's what makes it a rather difficult decision. It's not really a life saving surgery. If it's a very young child, I suppose the parents have to make the choice which they believe is the correct one. I see nothing wrong if people decide to have the implants. It's their own call. I doubt doctors think of short, stocky, bald folks as being broken, or that they also think that way of people with high blood pressure or those who are obese. Those who have the last two conditions are endangering their health and it's only common sense to give this information to them and direct them to methods that can help them. To compare them to racists is simply nonsensical.

Lou Reed, Perfect Day to go banana fishing in the park.

Virginia just said one of my favorite lines, when she's in the nightclub and is going to the Ladies' room with Teresa Wright. When she comes to the door with Ladies on it she says I pay no attention to the sign, I just go right in. Hee hee. The fact that nothing much of a spectacular nature happens is what makes it realistic. That's what everyday life is usually like. I get a kick out of Ray Collins as the Cornbelt head. Putting out the same bs they still do today. Now about young Stephenson. He disemboweled himself with that sword while engaged in a very kinky sex act. Of course they couldn't refer to it back in '46.

Yes, parents do make those decisions, but I think the implants are a bit different as most people would consider them elective surgery. I suppose it comes down to what the child and parents decide together at whatever age they think it's appropriate to make that decision. I'll bet that even back in the early 19th century Erastus wasn't much of a winner as a name. No wonder he went with Deaf.

I never heard of Deaf Smith or the county named after him. Interesting. When I lived in Georgia there was a product called Georgia Crackers, which were, as one might guess, crackers. I haven't seen that Rutles movie in years. It's even funnier if you're a Beatles fan How about a musician named Yellow Matter Custard? Yuck. There was one musician who had perfectly fine eyesight, but he called himself Blind just because it seemed such a common name for bluesmen. Adults can make up their own minds if they would want surgery to correct their hearing. With children it's a much more difficult call. Nobody wants to force people to have the surgery. It's up to each person to make that decision.

Warren Zevon singing Carmelita. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9L8jLPE84g

Well, Teakwood Rush was one sneaky band, maybe because they were managed by Peter Grant and Allen Klein, or maybe that's just the way they were. They only pretended to disband, but actually changed their name to Blood Diamonds and kept right on rockin'. The Kinks put out so many of those charming little songs. Brighton Rocks. All we did yesterday was celebrate a genocidist who never set foot in what became the U.S. Pitiful.

Blind Lemon Jefferson, Blind Willie McTell, Blind Boy Fuller, etc. I remember reading about the Cochlear Implant controversy a number of years ago, some parents letting their children have the surgery, others against it. I've always thought that in some cases deafness likely develops into a separate culture, different from the hearing culture, and there is a feeling that by gaining their hearing back, that culture is being left behind, and this troubles some people in that culture.

Mazzy Star, Take Everything. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dd2Ly6ccLQ Mazzy Star is supposed to release a new album in 2012, their first since 1996, but time is running out for 2012. We'll see.

I wouldn't take that assertion too seriously. I don't really think there was a huge case of clap going around. OTOH, I wonder if the major studios had a medical person whose job it was to keep the stars "healthy," just as they had people to clean up messy run ins with the law. I wouldn't be surprised.

I took a quick look and they are two separate groups. Clears that up. Limbaugh was also the lead singer and bassist for the short-lived band Oxycontin Rush, whose only Top Forty hit was I Got Them Old Doctor Shopping Blues.

No there weren't. This is somewhat embarrassing, but a huge case of the clap went around Tinsel Town just as 1930 began. And the way these folks partied back in the day meant that it spread like wildfire. So just about everybody was on a penicillin work "stoppage" during that year. (Actually if you look at the films produced during 1930 and compare it with the other years of the early thirties, 1930 is on par with those other years. And perhaps 1930 was not as bad as some of the following years, economy-wise.)

Ladies and gentlemen and children of all ages...The Cirkus Plop is proud to present for the first time anywhere, Mr. Ballin Mundsen, aka Mademoiselle Fifi, singing his acclaimed international hit, Put the Blame on Malmo. *Sawdust and Tungsten* While on another shady business trip, international conman Ballin Mundson has to make an emergency landing in Sweden. Friendless, having nothing but his personal charm, he gets a job with a flea bitten Swedish circus. Mundson works his way up from assistant elephant pooper scooper to an act as a transvestite nightclub singer. He also learns some life lessons along the way and decides to give up his scheme to corner the tungsten market and instead to forge a monopoly in existential angst.

I like Shirley Booth, but if she's going to moon around in some movie, count me out. How about Robert De Niro? There's no &^%$#@% actor that can %^&*$#% act as well as &*^%$*$##$ De Niro.