Bildwasser

The Tom Tom Club mit Lorelei. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4cE94BA454

Guess this is bad news for Joe Buck and Sgt. Pete Keeley, among others. I worked as a usher at a movie theater for one summer while I was in high school. They had a kiddie matinee on Saturday afternoons. After the little darlings were seated and the movie started, we would go up to the balcony and every once in a while drop some candy on the youngsters below. Then we would go downstairs so we could hear their complaints and promise to investi- gate and bring the perpetrators to justice.

In his long interviews with Truffaut, Hitch mentioned that he had to take Ruth since she was a Warner Bros. leading lady. Apparently there wasn't much he could do about it. Since Robert Walker sucks so much of the air out of the picture, most everybody else seems rather bland, the Senator's daughter included. It seems to be a fairly thankless role and Ruth Roman did okay with it. She looked pretty good in it, but maybe D.C. was considered less glamorous back in the day.

"Get me out of here right now. I don't like the way Barry Fitzgerald is looking at me when he brings the meals around." "Don't worry, hon. It's just a sixty day sentence for Aggravated Double Takes."

> > > > There is a resemblance to Pat. Wonder if Akin can do a halfway decent version of Love Letters in the Sand ?

Look Cronauer, I'm with you. I'd rather listen to nails on a blackboard than to Bobby Goldsboro, but the colonel likes him, so you're going to play Honey until the record wears out. Now that's an order. *Good Morning, Vientiane* After a night of heavy drinking, hot shot DJ Adrian Cronauer thinks he is on his way to Saigon, but is actually dropped off in Vientiane, Laos, one country over. But nobody there seems to care and he starts spinning discs at a radio station. Things go swimmingly, until one morning Cronauer plays Paul Revere and the Raiders and Gary Puckett and the Union Gap back to back. The natives riot and Cronauer makes a quick exit, finally winding up where he wanted to be, Saigon.

Don't forget the sound of one hand clapping.

Johnny Cash, The Tennessee Flat Top Box. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFIvClUl1fc

Personally, I believe it's the new type of butter they're using on the popcorn. PU.

If there's any relation between the size of a person's rear and that of their feet, GB probably wore about a 13 DDD. When George walked down the street, you'd better move out of his way, low and lower. Here's a sound I didn't think of right away: Snow sliding off the roof and plopping on the ground.

Bild it is, and Bild it will remain, at least for a few weeks. Thank you for your comments. I hope it's not up to howling yet. I'll carry on carrying on.

That is almost as poignant as Bernstein remembering the girl in the white dress on the ferry. I'm sure I've done some minor naughty things while no one knew who I was, though I can't think of any offhand. Internet anonymity is okay. All it takes is one scammer to prove it. I pity the poor lime eaters having to pay for a whole family of royal sleazebags. We're lucky we gave these boneheads the boot back in the 18th century and no longer have to put up with their aristocratic antics. Where is the authentic, honest to goodness, one and only, actual, real IRA when you need them? ; George Brent's Instep: Huge!!!!

George Harrison going a little bit country, Behind That Locked Door. Somebody screwed up the upload. Oops. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGSsDemBsYU

What a truly sad story. Of course, it's an old one too. Young and old, male and female, people from all backgrounds, have been led astray in much the same way. Perhaps the saddest thing of all is that by the time they learn their lesson, it's often too late and the damage is permanent: no good has ever come from the rear end of George Brent. O, the humanity.

I got a kick out of that short film about the fudge-packing industry. And one minor advantage is that it's hard to outsource fudge-packing to other countries. Let's keep it going right here in the USA, so that fudge-packing by and for Americans will not perish from the face of the earth. I was a relatively introverted kid in high school, still am. Now, fudge-packing is okay, but we can't write as* without it being bleeped? Where is the justice in that? Fred is just being Fred. I think most people would agree that while movies made after the mid 1960s are different in some ways from those from the studio era, they are just as good. Good movies have always been made and always will be. There is another advantage to the short running times of the early stuido era films. If you've got a real dog on your hands (and there were plenty of them) you've only wasted an hour or so of your time. Apres moi le derriere--George XV.

The Pogues singing a Lullaby of London. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fh6H7PhtbR8

I imagine that with his five o'clock shadow in full bloom, Dicky could present quite a frightening sight. Remember the time Eisenhower was asked if he could think of anything of significance that Nixon had done as VP, and his answer was something like Give me a few weeks and I might think of something. A classic.

Meh. Just to go off-topic a bit. With the bad employment situation, maybe somebody would be interested in a career in fudge- packing. This short film provides some good info for anyone who might want to pursue that possibility. I have heard, through the grapevine, that Fanny Farmer is hiring. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-dTmstYHEY

Yes, no monsters, just rather eccentric ghoulish types. And The Addams Family cartoons originated much before the Eisenhower era, though it is hard to imagine Ike and Mamie sitting down to dinner with the Addams' family.

"Now listen here son. There's one thing I won't have--any more of your talk about being a woman trapped inside a man's body. So stop looking at her pumps and keep your eyes on the road."

The Jackson 5 sez I'll Be There. Heard this on the radio yesterday when I was station surfing. Still sounds pretty good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dP0HH64gIl4

Hole, For Once In Your Life. Live version.

I think that's a great name. The War of Northern Aggression Against the Southern Slaveowners (aka little women). Sweet. There is no substitute for victory.

I can't recall offhand if it was ever made clear whether she was already dead or he killed her in the bell tower. If she was already dead that means he would have had to carry the body up the stairs and not be noticed doing it. So maybe it would be easier to get her up there and then kill her and throw her off. Decisions, decisions. When you first posted that picture a few days ago, I couldn't help but notice that from that side angle Helmore looks a bit like Joe DiMaggio, at least he did to me. Funny what one sees.

"Stop the car right now son. When your mother gets that look on her face, it can only mean one thing. She's got to go, and I mean right now." "Damn, it's on E again. This is the third time this month. What are you using that head for. A hat rack?"