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Why not go with a real inflatable dollie? No salary, no drinking or drug problems, doesn't have to learn lines, doesn't come in late or take long lunch breaks. Hitchcock's dream actress. I think Gloria Grahame would be a good choice. She's already got the inflated lips.

His work on Seinfeld as Poppie left an indelible mark.

You can never have too many dilithium crystals.

A certain guy can have the middle name of a Roman emperor and still be a thoroughgoing jerk.

I didn't really notice the color of their dresses, but any woman who was about in marry a Cartwright was in big trouble. If I recall correctly, Little Joe actually did get married and was working on a house for his new bride.......well, let's just say the honeymoon was cut short by murder.

Sure, the big wheels could wear red shirts without fear of harm, but the everyday slobs wore them at their own risk, especially if they beamed down to a planet. Zap. Taking a closer look at Khan, he looks like he might be in need of a bro.

Red shirts. Don't wear.

Queer Eye was often publicized as something new and bold, but I was always amused at how old-fashioned it really was. How to do your hair, what to where, how to prepare the proper food and drink, suggestions as to music and topics to discuss. A lot of the usual superficial stuff. It was like a slightly updated version of a 1950s video on how to catch a husband. For all that it was quite entertaining.

I'm guessing that American entertainment has been like that for a long time, longer than 30 or 40 years ago. I don't watch a lot of contemporary TV. I think it has more to do with my age than the quality of the programs. If I was twenty years old again I'd probably be watching it just as I did when I was twenty myself. There are always some quality programs around, one just has to look for them.

For the most part, true. I can see things from their perspective--an elderly movie star from the studio era of Hollywood isn't as likely to elicit reaction as someone much younger or more in the news. That's just the way things work. I thought Olivia was a lovely woman and wonderful actress. The local paper had a long story about her death and career.

I always got a kick out of that expression, though it's one you don't hear too much anymore. For the sake of accuracy, it was likely too thin to be a horse blanket and was more fit for a medium-sized dog. Either way, it was hard for the eyes to ignore or escape.

If Bob wasn't dead already that cover may have done it.

Fred C Dobbs wasn't the most likable character, but I was sad when, very down on his luck he runs into gold hat and his buddies, who kill him. They are later captured by the police and are made to dig their own graves before they are executed. Dobbs was not there to witness it, but it was retribution, even if indirect.

Wesley's death was one of those Hollywood ones where you're saying to the character Get the hell out of there, the bad guys are on their way and you might get hurt or killed. Of course he hangs around while you're mentally urging him to leave and sure enough the bad guys show up and kill him. If only he had left a minute or two earlier he would have been okay, but it was not going to happen. I can't blame Garfield for not wanting to quit the sea-faring life for picking lettuce for his in-laws. They might have turned out to be a bunch of nasty bastards and the he would have been stuck.

I don't recall, but I never expected to see an adult wearing it, outside of a Pee Wee Herman fan convention or a carnival.

I think Patricia Neal was still trying to seduce Garfield right through their last meeting. He was tempted but never went very far. I laughed at the bar scene when he tells her to turn it off, turn it off. She turns it down, but never completely turns it off. In a generally realistic flick, their constantly bumping into each another seemed a bit unrealistic. Eddie's suitjacket last night was awful. It looked like something I wore to church when I was ten years old.

Brenty's special quality? It was the Irish in him and then in them.

Sorry, but I could never stand this guy. Not that I'm glad he's dead, though.........

Death in Venice is a wonderful summertime read. You can almost feel the sun on your face and smell the suntan lotion as you turn the pages. And it's short so that it can be finished in a few days, leaving one time to concentrate on getting a nice tan.

How witty and original.

I hope he used some lube.

The Irish Sweepstakes closed up shop around 1987. Demand was declining and profits were thinning. It was replaced with some kind of lottery.

It did look like Greenstreet was too busy having a meltdown to complete the business of selling the ticket as time was quickly running out. I read up a bit on the Irish Sweepstakes last night. While it was promoted as a way to assist the finances of Irish hospitals, it was actually a private company. The hospitals did get money, but so did the small group of people who ran the thing. I was happy to find out that some of the money even made its way to the IRA. I'd stick to scratch off tickets. so much simpler.

No doubt about it.