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And some early sound pictures too. I'll never forget a screening of "Walpurgis Night" (1935, with Ingrid Bergman) in Portland. Soft focus medium shot of the happy couple, cradling a newborn baby. "Slut" comes up on the screen, and the crowd went *nuts*!

Junior!

I bet those guys Dunning & Kruger are kicking themselves for turning down Mr. Cleese as presenter ...

My wife had the idea of somehow attaching the mouse to an oscillating fan so she could do other stuff in other rooms.
Where's Rube Goldberg when you really need him?

[takes deep drag on cigarette] Kid, I dunno about time immemorial, but lemme tell ya about the 1980 Lake Placid games: Eric Heiden & his sister Beth ... [cough] when spandex was a new thing.

I think you have the bare bones of James Cameron's next "Avatar" sequel ... a remix of "Fantastic Voyage" & "Dogs of War."

a black and white photo of two men standing next to each other holding a piece of paper . Alt: In this scene from "A Day at the Races," Chico & Groucho Marx are standing next to each other holding contracts, which they "amend" by tearing off clauses they can't agree on.

Imagine Ionesco via the Marx Bros., but with a standing army of heavily armed thugs (courtesy of Erik Prince).

As I noted when this li'l anecdote first surfaced, how are we supposed to have any respect for someone who couldn't even be *bothered* to rip the mirror door off the medicine cabinet and use that, like a normal person?

[Black and white image of an office in the old west. A business-like woman sits behind a large wooden desk, speaking to an unshaven fellow wearing tall boots, a bright, floral neckerchief and holding a ten-gallon hat in his hands. Looming in the background, a tall, menacing guy smokes a cigarette.] Neckerchief Guy: Ma'am, I shore do appreciate y'all seein' me on such short notice ... Woman: Eh, I had a cancellation. What's on your mind? If you could call it that. NG: Well, what with the hard winter, folks ain't been comin' to the drag shows. And then them moths got into mah gowns ... Woman: Yeah, yeah. Skip the prologue, Proust, I can feel my life ebbing away. NG: Ah'm powerful sorry to say mah payment this week is gone be a little *light.* Woman: I see. Well, as new owner of your skeevy little bathhouse, I'm *happy* to say I'm not without compassion. Günter over there is only going to turn *one* of your kneecaps into pâté.

#FumettiFriday For reasons I cannot fathom, no one would go anywhere near my proposed mini-series, "Delores Quimby: Frontier Loan Shark."

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A nice Sub-Pop themed Mother's Day card this year?

The cover art for Nirvana's "In Utero" must be triggering af.

How can we have any respect for someone who couldn't be *bothered* to rip the mirror door off the medicine cabinet?

If we'd had any, I'm sure he would've sluiced it into the abyss.

A race to the bottom, as it were.

It's either that or an epigram on the death of a feeling.

(Sorry. That Nietzsche guy was over again last night. Wouldn't leave until he'd polished off the last of the schnapps.)

Luckily for DoD, most Gender Reveal Parties tend to self-destruct ...

Instant follow.

my entire life has been watching wealthy men with no sense of civic virtue destroy everything i have ever cared about.

Instant follow.

Maybe she got coached by Jeanine Pirro: "Gwan, have a li'l drink, it'll relax you. Here, I'll have one too, just to make sure it hasn't turned."
Bondi: "How does bourbon 'turn'?"
Pirro: [glug glug] "HEY! Who's askin' tha questions here?"

It's a slippery slope from Fourth Estate to Fifth Column ...

"That gaggle of concubines kown as the free & independent media."
-- Michael Parenti

Could be a real money-maker ...

Not only that, I'm gonna start pronouncing "bananas" as if there was a tilde over the second n, to rhyme with "cabañas."

"What? OK, I'll ask him. [to Hoffa] Any idea what happened to that Judge Crater guy?"

Division symbol as the counselor is a nice touch.

If Dunn's done, so is Mike Johnson.

[1971 or thereabouts]
My mom: "What the hell is that Led Zeppelin guy screaming about?"
Me (age 14): "How should I know? And don't talk over the guitar solo again."

Reminds me of when R.E.M. released "Chronic Town," the words were a strange jumble, and it didn't matter.
Same thing happened with Nirvana a few years later.
It all comes down to timbre.