"Mr. Microphone"

 

Who can forget Mr. Microphone? Seems I wanted one back in the days of 1979. 

"The Dialectizer"

My friend, hoots, turned me onto this a coppola years ago. Fun stuff, eh? So here's a post from yours truly re-written in jive. Submitted for your approval to all my home boys.

Friday, February 24, 2006
"You's Want Me To Hold De Chicken?"


I watched dis movie last nite on de tube. Saw it back inna day [ 1970 ] and wuz mesmerized by de title character, played by none oda' dan Buckwheat Nicholson. 'S coo', bro. It also starred Sally Struders, who wuz billed as Sally Ann Struders at da damn time. And Toni Basil fum "Yo! Mickey" fame. See early 80's fo' mo'e details. It also starred Papa Walton and Susan Anspach, [ sp ] who wuz some babe.

Included in tonite's fo'ay be de famous restaurant scene. And also some review fum Roga' Ebert. Man! Submitted fo' yo' puh'usal and approval, v. Man!c. Co' got d' beat!

In de most memo'able classic scene in some roadside dina' on his way crib, he be again aggravated and 'esaspuh'ted by meanin'less rules. A live-by-de-rules Plate Chick (Lo'na Dayer) stubbo'nly refuses t'serve him some plain omelette (wid tomatoes instead uh potatoes), some cup uh coffee and some side o'da' of wheat toast, cuz' she dryly 'esplains, dig dis: "No substitushuns":


Dupea, dig dis: I'd likes some plain omelette, no potatoes, tomatoes instead, some cup uh coffee, and wheat toast. Man!
Plate Chick: (She points t'de menu) No substitushuns.
Dupea, dig dis: Whut do ya' mean? You's duzn't gots any tomatoes?
Plate Chick: Only whut's on de menu. Man! You's kin gots some numba' two - some plain omelette. It comes wid cottage fries and rolls.
Dupea, dig dis: Yeah, ah' know whut it comes wid. But it's not whut ah' wants'.
Plate Chick: Well, I'll mosey on down back when ya' make down yo' mind.
Dupea, dig dis: Wait some minute. ah' have made down mah' mind. I'd likes some plain omelette, no potatoes on de plate, some cup uh coffee, and some side o'da' of wheat toast. Man!
Plate Chick: I'm so'ry, we duzn't gots any side o'ders uh toast. Man!..an English muffin o' some coffee roll.
Dupea, dig dis: Whut do ya' mean ya' duzn't make side o'ders uh toast? You's make sandwiches, duzn't ya'?
Plate Chick: Would ya' likes t'talk t'de manager?
Dupea, dig dis: ...You's've gots bread and some toasta' of some kind?
Plate Chick: ah' duzn't make da damn rules.
Dupea, dig dis: Coo', I'll make it as easy fo' ya' as ah' can. 'S coo', bro. I'd likes an omelette, plain, and some chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce. And some cup uh coffee.
Plate Chick: A numba' two, chicken sal san, hold da damn butter, de lettuce and da damn mayonnaise. And some cup uh coffee. Nuthin else?
Dupea, dig dis: Yeah. Lop some boogie. Now all ya' gots'ta do be hold da damn chicken, brin' me da damn toast, gimme some check fo' de chicken salad sandwich, and ya' gotsn't bugger'd any rules.
Plate Chick (spitefully): You's wants' me t'hold da damn chicken, huh?
Dupea, dig dis: ah' wants' ya' t'hold it between yo' knees.
Plate Chick (turnin' and tellin' him t'look at da damn sign dat says, "No Substitushuns") Do ya' see dat sign, sir? Yeah man, ya''ll all gots'ta leave. I'm not takin' any mo'e uh yo' smartness and sarcasm. WORD!
Dupea, dig dis: You's see dis sign? (He sweeps all de booze glasses and menus off de table.)

P.S. Any sucka who gots been in de biz, de restaurant biz, gots had some team memba' who gots given de guests de biz. WORD! Btw, it's all show biz. WORD! vee

"Red Neck Version!"

Stevahino"


Th' edito' has given v.c. th' nite off. He's been complainin' of on overwawk, lethargy, an' burnout. Pore baby. So say finenite, v.c.

"Say finenite, v.c."

An' fo' tonite's fo'ay th' edito' submits this-sent in by v.c.'s old friend an' Rowdy High alum, Steve B. A bit of a set-up is required, howevah.

When we were rowdy elementary tikes Steve an' his fambly owned a colo' tv. Steve'd recount at "Dear Watson Elementary" ev'ry Monday th' colo's of L'il Billy Joe's vest, Host' western attire, Pa's palimino, an' Adam's toupee.

We were all invious. Wow! Fry mah hide! Someone at "Dear Watson Elementary Skoo" c'd view th' boob tube's few colo' programs.

In 61' Colonel Bob Griffif Show was in glo'ious b/w. Perry Mason, ditto. Th' fust year of Gilligan's Islan', ah Love Pansy [ all b/w ) etc. An' th' powers thet be were chintzy wif th' programmin' an' th' U.S. had only three channels. No, thet is not a misprint. "3" channels. NBC, which had th' peacock at th' beginnin' of etch show thet was broadcast in colo'; CBS; an' ABC.

Now yo' kin put 1500 songs on an IPOD. Who'd a thunk it back inna day when we were neckin' at th' drive-in? Buyin' a box of popco'n sans butter befo'e interin'. We thunk 8 track was th' grooviess invenshun on account o' miniskirts. An' th' country was aroused by slinkeys an' hula hoops. An' Chubby Checker sang a song thet delighted chiropracko's an' o'thopedic surgeons.

We watched Connie Francis an' Jedidiah Hamilton in "Whar th' Fellas Are?" [ circa 1960 ] ah watched it later on Saturday Nite At Th' Movies at th' end of th' decade. [ edito''s note: In 1960 th' afo'emenshuned was mo'e into Walt Disney, Zo'ro, an' Hopalong Cassidy ] Which also starred Yvette Mimieux. [ sp ] Now thet was a name yo' c'd sink yer teeth into. No Brittenny, Brittney, Ashley, Danielle, Destiny-yo' git th' drif'.

Wal, seems th' edito' has taken advantage of v.c.'s absence an' has rambled on, as enny fool kin plainly see. An' has decided t'fo'ego Steve's e mail, ah reckon. Oh, fine.

"Say finenite, v.c."

"Vee, whar is yo'?"

"Vee?"

"Vee?...

{ vee has lef' th' buildin' ]

"Nip It In The Bud"

 

Don Knotts was the greatest as Barney Fife. 

"Ultimate Chick Flick"

 

If you don't believe that "An Affair To Remember" is the ultimate chick flick, ask your wife or girl friend-they'll tell you.

"An Affair" is the basis for the plot in "Sleepless in Seattle," which I'm watching now on TCM. I know it's a chick flick, but nothing else was appealing, and Meg Ryan is the bomb and Tom Hanks ain't bad either.

Btw, Tom's real-life wife has a small part as his sister in "Sleepless."  

"Steverino"

 

The editor has given v.c. the nite off. He's been complaining of overwork, lethargy, and burnout. Poor baby. So say goodnite, v.c.

"Say goodnite, v.c."

And for tonite's foray the editor submits this-sent in by v.c.'s old friend and Rowdy High alum, Steve B. A bit of a set-up is required, however.

When we were rowdy elementary tikes Steve and his family owned a color tv. Steve would recount at "Dear Watson Elementary" every Monday the colors of L'il Joe's vest, Hoss' western attire, Pa's palimino, and Adam's toupee.

We were all envious. Wow! Someone at "Dear Watson Elementary School" could view the boob tube's few color programs.

In 61' Andy Griffith Show was in glorious b/w. Perry Mason, ditto. The first year of Gilligan's Island, I Love Lucy [ all b/w ) etc. And the powers that be were chintzy with the programming and the U.S. had only three channels. No, that is not a misprint. "3" channels. NBC, which had the peacock at the beginning of each show that was broadcast in color; CBS; and ABC.

Now you can put 1500 songs on an IPOD. Who'd a thunk it back inna day when we were necking at the drive-in? Buying a box of popcorn sans butter before entering. We thought 8 track was the grooviest invention since miniskirts. And the country was aroused by slinkeys and hula hoops. And Chubby Checker sang a song that delighted chiropractors and orthopedic surgeons.

We watched Connie Francis and George Hamilton in "Where the Boys Are?" [ circa 1960 ] I watched it later on Saturday Nite At The Movies at the end of the decade. [ editor's note: In 1960 the aforementioned was more into Walt Disney, Zorro, and Hopalong Cassidy ] Which also starred Yvette Mimieux. [ sp ] Now that was a name you could sink your teeth into. No Brittany, Brittney, Ashley, Danielle, Destiny-you get the drift.

Well, seems the editor has taken advantage of v.c.'s absence and has rambled on. And has decided to forego Steve's e mail. Oh, well.

"Say goodnite, v.c."

"Vee, where are you?"

"Vee?"

"Vee?...

{ vee has left the building ]

 

"You Want Me To Hold The Chicken?"

 

I watched this movie last nite on the tube. Saw it back inna day [ 1970 ] and was mesmerized by the title character, played by none other than Jack Nicholson. It also starred Sally Struthers, who was billed as Sally Ann Struthers at the time. And Toni Basil from "Hey, Mickey" fame. See early 80's for more details. It also starred Papa Walton and Susan Anspach, [ sp ] who was a babe.

Included in tonite's foray is the famous restaurant scene. And also a review from Roger Ebert. Submitted for your perusal and approval, v.c.

In the most memorable classic scene in a roadside diner on his way home, he is again aggravated and exasperated by meaningless rules. A live-by-the-rules waitress (Lorna Thayer) stubbornly refuses to serve him a plain omelette (with tomatoes instead of potatoes), a cup of coffee and a side order of wheat toast, because she dryly explains: "No substitutions":


Dupea: I'd like a plain omelette, no potatoes, tomatoes instead, a cup of coffee, and wheat toast.
Waitress: (She points to the menu) No substitutions.
Dupea: What do you mean? You don't have any tomatoes?
Waitress: Only what's on the menu. You can have a number two - a plain omelette. It comes with cottage fries and rolls.
Dupea: Yeah, I know what it comes with. But it's not what I want.
Waitress: Well, I'll come back when you make up your mind.
Dupea: Wait a minute. I have made up my mind. I'd like a plain omelette, no potatoes on the plate, a cup of coffee, and a side order of wheat toast.
Waitress: I'm sorry, we don't have any side orders of toast...an English muffin or a coffee roll.
Dupea: What do you mean you don't make side orders of toast? You make sandwiches, don't you?
Waitress: Would you like to talk to the manager?
Dupea: ...You've got bread and a toaster of some kind?
Waitress: I don't make the rules.
Dupea: OK, I'll make it as easy for you as I can. I'd like an omelette, plain, and a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce. And a cup of coffee.
Waitress: A number two, chicken sal san, hold the butter, the lettuce and the mayonnaise. And a cup of coffee. Anything else?
Dupea: Yeah. Now all you have to do is hold the chicken, bring me the toast, give me a check for the chicken salad sandwich, and you haven't broken any rules.
Waitress (spitefully): You want me to hold the chicken, huh?
Dupea: I want you to hold it between your knees.
Waitress (turning and telling him to look at the sign that says, "No Substitutions") Do you see that sign, sir? Yes, you'll all have to leave. I'm not taking any more of your smartness and sarcasm.
Dupea: You see this sign? (He sweeps all the water glasses and menus off the table.)

P.S. Anyone who has been in the biz, the restaurant biz, has had a team member who has given the guests the biz. Btw, it's all show biz. vee 

"Dick Cheney's Disregard"

 

Nuff said, v.c.

P.S. Indoctrination in our schools? Nah! 

"Me and Bogie McGhee"

Me and Bogie have been pals since we were youngsters of 4 and 5 respectively. He being the older of us by 11 months. We were next door neighbors back in the days of the late 50's. We were unaware of the cold war and Eisenhower and the McCarthy era. We were just kids trying to have fun in a crazy world.

Sometimes Bogie's mom would invite me over for dinner. I thought she made the best hamburgers. She told me her secret ingredient-bread crumbs. I then told my mom:

"Mrs. McGhee makes some really good burgers, Mom."

"Oh, she does. Well, why don't you go live with her?"

"Huh?"

I decided then and there to keep that kind of stuff bottled up in me. Don't hurt your mom's feelings by telling her someone else is a better cook. Even if it was only burgers.

But Bogie and me were pals even though we would always get into fights. I was bigger than him and could whip his butt mano a mano, but Bob was a better rock thrower. He knew how to grab the stone with his forefinger which made for accuracy and power. I don't recall any aero-dynamic books lying around the older red brick manor he called home, but he had rock throwing down to a science. I don't remember what we argued about. Just kid things, I guess. We were always trying to outdo each other and trying to get a one-upmanship on the other.

"When I was born, my mom said I cost a million dollars," Bogie once told me.

I stopped for a minute in my tracks.

"You didn't cost a million dollars." I said, knowing that was a lot of money, but, secretly, I couldn't be sure if his tale were true.

We would fight about anything. Once I was running away from Bogie after another skirmish and thought I was safe on the iron railing stairs that reached up to our garage apartment. Bogie had to be 50 feet away. He bent over straightened up and "zing." The bullet was headed straight for me. I tried to turn and duck, do anything to get out of the way, when that sucker hit me square in the left arm.

A big bruise popped up immediately. Damn it hurt. I uttered a few choice kiddie expletives and somehow found my way to the top of the stairs, inside the screen porch and through our front door. Battered and defeated, I drug myself into the bath. We had no shower, and I doubt if I even knew of such. Crying while looking and touching the big welt on my arm, I didn't even feel like playing with my toy soldiers which were perched around the corners of the tub. Soon a letter arrived from Bogie via his sister, Ilsa. It read:

"I'm sorry I hit you with that rock. I love you, Bogie!"

That's all it took. Yeah, we were buddies again.

Bogie had moved into the neighborhood like I said when he was 5 and I was 4. I would see him in his backyard and he would see me in the front yard. We studied each other but were too afraid to start up a conversation. I'm sure we both secretly hoped that we would have a budding relationship. An L.B. lived next door to me, too, and he was a tough young juvenile delinquent, who once cut my big toe when he threw a sliver of glass in my direction. But this new kid looked my age and didn't appear to sport a ducktail or wear a leather jacket.

My mom had been telling me that I would soon have to start school and it was called kindergarten. My older sister went to school, so I was somewhat aware of the routine. She said I would meet new people and have a grand old time. Me, I wasn't so sure about this school thing, because I was having a blast doing nothing but having fun.

The big day arrived and me and my mom made the walk to school. We met Miss Dale, the kindergarten teacher, and her dog, Davy Crockett, and we also met a young, reddish- brown haired kid named Bogie and his mom.

As we left the school and were walking back home, his mom and mine talked while me and Bogie skipped and ran and did crazy kid things. We would become best pals for life.

"Why Mommy Is A Dope, er, Socialist, er, Democrat!"

 

Of course this book is an indoctrination into the wonderful world of Socialism, where everyone looks out for the others which makes life in this topsy-turvey world grand.

"Why Momma Is A [ Dopey ] Democrat" is written by a man. Doesn't make sense, eh? If Jeremy Zilber wanted a true insight into this wonderful realm of fantasy, he would have let a woman write it or penned it as "Why Dada Is A Dopey Democrat!"

Not sure about you, but I am ordering a copy today. Oh, shit. Damn, my kids are almost grown. Too late for them-they can always get indoctrinated at work-but there's always the grand kids. vee

Btw, here's the link so you can rush out and buy mass quantities. [ apologies to the Coneheads, strange visitors from another planet, er, France ]

P.S. This be post 1200. Time flies when yer havin' fun 

"Mommy, the Democrat, Protects Us From Wild Elephants!"

 

I see the author lives in Madison, WI. Born and raised in WI and although I've never been to Madison, I don't think they have a huge problem with elephants running wild on the streets.

More comments from posters like the one above who review "Why Mommy is a Democrat" Hilarious-great stuff! vee [ link ] 

"More Comments" from "Why Mommy [ Dearest ] Is A Democrat"

 

Because mommy is a democrat along with the education establishment,her child will not be able to read this until he/she is at least 12 years old. 

"I Married a Democrat from Outer Space"

 

Er, Monster. Same difference, eh? 

Golden Slumbers

Mick and the boys just got through with "Honkey Tonk Women" and are now playing "Sympathy for the 'you know who'" live in Rio. Seems they're expecting 1 million people to this FREE concert, allah Altamont back inna day. If you don't recall, the Stones gave a free concert at Altamont Racetrack and had "Hell's Angels" for security.
Hard to believe, I know, but in hindsight it wasn't a good idea. A man died when the Stones were playing "Sympathy For the Devil." Who who!!!!!!!!!

Well, I'm digging the free concert tonite, so I will sign off. Plus, me sis sent me an e mail regarding Chappaquiddick-seems she's been reading "The Pond."-and I can't wait to read her liberal spin on this subject.

Farewell and adieu, vee

P.S. Have a good sleep, er, golden slumbers

"Who Would Have Thunk It?" or "You Would Never Guess Part II"

 

Leave it to investigative reporter hootsbuddy, my buddy from way back, to be a party pooper. Seems Lee Marvin and Bob Keeshan never saw action in Iwo Jima. And Mr. Rogers was never a sniper in Viet Nam. Damn, but it was a good story.

Here's my take on "You Would Never Guess," v.c. style.

You Would Never Guess!!
Mr. Green Jeans passed away on January 23, 2004 as age 76 , which is odd, because he always looked to be 76. (DOB: 6/27/27.) His death reminded me of the following story.
Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, Mr. Moose, is buried in a grave alongside 3 and 4 star generals at Arlington National Cemetery. His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) and service (USMC). Nothing else. Here's a guy who was only a famous television star who served his time, why the heck does he rate burial with these guys? Well, following is the amazing answer:
I always liked Mr.Moose, but didn't know the extent of his Corps experiences



In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces often in rear echelon posts where they were carefully protected, only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in war bond promotions,
Mr. Moose was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima. There is only one higher Naval award... the Medal Of Honor.



If that is a surprising comment on the true character of the man, he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery.
Dialog from "The Al Franken Show": His guest was Mr. Moose. Al said, "Mr. Moose, I'll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine in the initial landing at Iwo Jima...and that during the course of that action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded

"Yeah, yeah... I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot up on a mountain is guys getting' shot hauling you down. But, Al, at Iwo I served under the bravest creature I ever knew... We both got the cross the same day, but what he did for his Cross made mine look cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stood up on Red beach and directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach. Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood there as the main target of gunfire so that he could get his men to safety. He did this on more than one occasion because his men's safety was more important than his own life.
That Sergeant and I have been lifelong friends. When they brought me off Suribachi we passed the Sergeant and he lit a smoke and passed it to me, lying on my belly on the litter and said, where'd they get you Moose.?' Well ... if you make it home be fore me, tell Mom to sell the outhouse!"
Al, I'm not lying, Sergeant Jeans was the bravest man I ever knew.
The Sergeant's name is Jeans . You and the world know him as Mr. Green Jeans."  

"May The Force Be With You"

A coppola nites ago I was replying to my sister's e mail. She had called me earlier in the day enlisting my help to see if I could help her find her homework assignment on her computer. She is studying journalism-seems she wants to be a famous writer. Edward R. Murrow and wiretapping on American citizens are some of the subjects they cover.

To make a long story short, I was of no help and the assignment was never retrieved. I found out, too, that she doesn't have a mouse with a right click. [ old Apple PC ]

She wrote the next day thanking me for trying to help. I wrote back saying that perhaps the homework had disappeared into the twilight zone. I started to say something about Ann Sothern, Rod Serling's wife, because I knew she would probably remember her but didn't for some reason.

After hitting the send button to validate my response and to send my message thousands of miles to windy San Fran, I started watching the tv and TCM was my channel of choice. [ as usual on the Pond ] All the movies shown this month have had some kind of Oscar nomination, and tonite's featured movie was "The Best Man" with Henry Fonda. Circa 1964. No sooner had I stopped to watch but Ann Sothern suddenly appears on the screen. I knew her more for her tv show [ "Ann Sothern Show" ] but I would be hard-pressed to tell you any movies she has been in.

Coincidence? I think not. Another strange occurance known as synchronicity. May the force be with you.

And that's all I have to say about that. vee [ apologies to Gump from which it was stolen-the phrase, that is ]

P.S. And whatever happened to Zasu Pitts?

P.S.S. My son Charlie Jr. got his SAT scores back today. I am proud to report he made a 1290. He must take after Kitty.

"Are You Feeling Lucky, Punk?"

 

Everyone knows the story, but maybe you missed my exclusive tonite. One of the hunting junket had brought a tape recorder along with his rifle to the festivities unbeknownst to the V.P. An exclusive from yours truly. You wont see this on Fox, but you may see it soon on CNN. vee 

'Luca Brasi Sleeps With The Fishes"

 

Stolen, er, borrowed from Boortz.com. I'm not exactly sure what message was being conveyed, [ cyrptic, eh? ] but I ordered three of the bumper stickers. One for me and one for Kitty. Who wants the 3rd? 

"U.S. Refuses Silver Medals" or "In the Spirit of the Olympics"

 


Russian Aleksander Belov scores the controversial winning basket in 1972.

It was perhaps the most controversial result in Olympic history. The United States basketball team had been unbeaten in 62 Olympic competitions. Then they met the Soviets in the 1972 gold medal game.

....Under enormous pressure, the Illinois State guard sank both free throws giving the Americans a 50-49 lead, their first of the game. After the Soviets in-bounded the ball, the referees halted the game with one second remaining. The decision was made to put three seconds back on the clock. At issue was the Soviets' contention that they had signaled for a time-out between Collins' two free throws. The game officials never acknowledged the time out. The validity of whether a time-out was legally signaled for has divided passions on this game for 30 years.


After the Soviets in-bounded the ball a second time, the horn sounded signaling an apparent American victory. Moments later, the teams were ordered back on the floor because the clock had not been properly reset to show three seconds remaining. Because of this mistake by the scorer's table, the celebrating Americans stood in disbelief when they were told they had not won anything yet.


"We couldn't believe that they were giving them all these chances," said U.S. forward Mike Bantom. "It was like they were going to let them do it until they got it right."


"They had to reset the clock, so they (the Soviets) got a third chance," said L.A Times writer Randy Harvey. "The Americans thought that at every turn they had been cheated when, in fact, they probably hadn't been. But they'll never acknowledge that." 

"Wiretap"

 


From Boortz.com In case you missed it! http://boortz.com/nuze/200512/12212005.html#wiretap

WIRETAPPING NOTHING NEW

Whether you agree with the reasons George W. Bush gave for ordering secret wiretaps on American citizens without a warrant or not, you may be surprised to learn something: it's nothing new. That's right...let's see if the mainstream media covers this one fairly. Yeah ... I can see you folks holding your breath out there. Past presidents, both Republican and Democrat, have engaged in the same exact warrantless wiretapping that Bush admits to doing.

Let's look at a few examples, shall we? Drudge posted some examples....complete with direct evidence showing the Executive Orders. First up, Bill Clinton...the left's favorite president. Here's a quote from February 9, 1995: "The Attorney General is authorized to approve physical searches, without a court order." Oh my! Searching your home...without a court order. Which is worse...listening to your phone calls, or kicking in your door and going through your personal belongings? I wonder of Congressman John Lewis contemplated calling for Clinton's impeachment over that one? Somehow, I doubt it.

But the Clinton administration didn't stop there....instead of having to actually search your house...how about infrared scanning of it? According to a Clinton Justice Department official, Clinton's authority included "places where you wouldn't find or would be unlikely to find information involving a U.S. citizen... would allow the government to use classified electronic surveillance techniques, such as infrared sensors to observe people inside their homes, without a court order." Such an invasion of privacy! Where was the howling about our civil rights 10 years ago? By the way ... do you have any understanding what they could discover with infrared scanning? How about two hot intertwined bodies? Oh well, moving on ......

The answer, of course, is simple. The mainstream media gave Clinton a pass...one they're not giving to Bush. If there is a Democrat in the Oval Office...all is well and he can do no wrong. But since it's a Republican...well, that's different. They have to nail him to the wall.

Oh..and Jimmy Carter did the same thing. He signed an executive order in 1979 saying the Attorney General had the power to do electronic surveillance without a warrant. Will we hear about these past examples from the mainstream media? You're not still holding your breath, are you? 

"More Trivial Purrsuit"

 


Trivia Purrsuit: Still popular. TCM seems to keep chugging along. Memorabilia shops, "Where Are They Now," etc. garner interest from millions. And the saying "back inna day" has gained cult status around the world or at least this country.

So here's another one from me, vee

"Superman" was one of my favorites as a young kid. And I had a hard time getting over the death of George "Superman" Reeves, which was reported as a suicide. Circa 1959. Was it hari kari or foul play? The Straight Dope weighs in:

The suicide angle focused on how he had been typecast and couldn't get acting jobs. He was known to have been a party animal, and late night boozing was pretty common with his friends. He had been involved in a long-term romantic affair with Toni Mannix, the wife of Eddie Mannix, an MGM executive with alleged mob ties. Eddie Mannix was in ill health but knew about their relationship. Reeves broke off the relationship in 1958. Lemmon said that Toni Mannix harassed Reeves for months after the break-up, so much so that Reeves sought an attorney's advice. 

"Back Inna Day"

 


Great flick. All star cast.
P.S. Where's the hate mail? 

"I Pity The Fool That Don't Like The Pond"

 


Seems there's gonna be a Rocky VI. And Mr. T is returning. I thought Rocky had gone the way of VHS, drive-ins, beepers, and rotary phones.  

"Really Big Shew!"

 


As chronicled before, I've always had a thing for redheads but not the ones with freckles. Ann Margaret fits the bill as the former and definitely not the latter. She was one gorgeous dame. [ apologies to Bogie ]

This particular flick had an all star cast. Janet Leigh from "Psycho" fame and mother to Jamie Lee, who gained renown for her starring roles in the "Halloween" series. And Dick van Dyke aka Rob Petrie. And Paul Lynde of centersquare fame on "Hollywood Squares." And the venerable variety show host old Ed Sullivan, himself.

"Bye Bye Birdie" was da bomb and one of me favourites as a young teen. The beginning and ending with Ann M. singing was worth the price of admission. Enjoy the trailer, v.c. 

"They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To" Volume Ad Infinitum

 


It bears repeating. [ see title ] "I Married A Monster From Outer Space" with Tom Tryon as the alien. And Gloria Tolbert as the unsuspecting wife.

From badmovies.org- even tho I think it's an injustice to even consider this classic as a bad movie- here are a few things the reviewer discovered about this gem:

Bachelor parties have come a long way in forty years.
Aliens understand all the nuances of driving, but not how to turn on the lights.
Normal people have children within one year of marriage.
Aliens have low sperm counts.
Women hate it when their alcoholic husbands stop drinking.
Cops used to shoot people in the street. (Thank you Rodney King for changing that.)
Women wear bras to bed.
There was a reason evolution stuck our jugular vein inside the body; it is called "dogs."  

"Johnny Got His Gun"

 


An anti-war film from 1971. Written and directed by Dalton Trumbo. Johnny [ Timothy Bottoms ] gets his gun and fights in World War I.
Trivia: Only a minor success at the time of its release, this long-forgotten film became well known in 1989 when it was incorporated in the Metallica video "One" which turned it into a cult item.

Quotes:
Joe: When it comes my turn, will you want me to go?
Father: For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son.

Imagine what it would be like to live the rest of your life without your arms, legs, eyes, teeth, tongue, and not being able to see or hear anything at all. Johnny Got His Gun is a moving and extremely emotional film that you will never forget. It's an emotional journey through one man's life during the first world war who is unable to communicate with anyone after he was barely killed in action. It's not until years later when one nurse has the courage to try and speak to him by writing on his chest with her finger. The scene where she first connects to him by writing "Merry Christmas" on his chest is heartbreaking. The scenes of emotional fantasy are disturbing as well as sensational. Acting is superb and the ending is a perfect example of why "mercy killing" is the right thing to do. A true classic! 

"Editor Is Tired and Sleepy" Volume Three or Four

 


The best horror movies were made in the 50's. Most were filmed in black and white. And in hindsight most weren't scary. Sure a good one comes along every now and then, like "Alien" and "Halloween's I and II," and "The Exorcist" but most aren't worth the computer-generated effects that dominate them.

"Teenagers From Outer Space!" they don't make 'em like they used to. 

"Flesh Gordon"

 


I was perusing TCM Monthly newsletter and happened upon the name Flash Gordon. I loved it as a kid and remember watching it on Saturday mornings in reruns from way back inna day.

But while perusing, my trivial brain dredged up a blast from my past to recall the soft porn classic, Flesh Gordon. From 1972 methinks. Of course, I went to the Bijou to view it in those years shortly before the disco craze. Only in order to relive one of my, er, many childhood heroes.

The above picture is from Flesh Gordon II. Evidently, Flesh I was suckcessful, ergo, Flesh II. I must admit that I never saw II.

From TCM, here is the synopsis from the original "Flesh Gordon."

Outrageous and campy, this adult version of the Saturday matinee classic follows Flesh, Dale Ardor and Dr. Jerkoff into outer space to stop a strange sex ray flowing from the planet Wang towards Earth. Lots of nudity, a giant Penisaurus, Candy Samples as a lesbian space queen, and an uncredited voice-over by Craig T. Nelson. Restored version includes 15 minutes of restored footage. 90 min. Widescreen; Soundtrack: English Dolby Digital stereo; audio commentary; scene access; theatrical trailer.

P.S. The editor [ me ] applauds the creativity: a giant penisaurus, Candy Samples, and Dr. Jerkoff among others. Even in soft porn, they don't make 'em lickem, er, like they used to. 

"I Missed This One"

 


When I was a young whiskersnapper in grade school, I loved reading Franklin W. Dixon's "Hardy Boys" books. I never read this one-and I read a many of them-but if you'll notice a bit closer, the author of this H.B. story is none other than Ted Kennedy, hisself, er, himself. I have looked for it on Amazon.com but have yet to locate it. Shirley, interesting reading. Can anyone help?

P.S. I can't get no satisfaction as the refs blew it for the Seahawks tonite in da Super Bowl. Which reminds me, I've been on a Seefood diet all my life.

P.S.S. I went to grade school and high school. In the Pleistocene Age which coincided with my schooling, there was no middle school.

P.S.S. The link to the above foray is still available at Fark.com. 

"When A Stranger Calls" The Original

 


You can tell this movie is older than the hills, when they show a rotary phone in the advertisement. I never saw the movie but would probably watch if it was on the tube. It's got to be better than this piece of shlock I'm watching now called "Altered States." Mad scientists and their experiments go awry! Duh, what an original thought, eh?

The acting is gawd-awful. Nuff said.

Brring.

Sorry. Hold on. I just got a phone call.

"Hellah! Police? What's wrong? The psychotic phone calls I've been receiving are coming from where? You traced the calls and they're coming from....INSIDE THE HOUSE?