I’ve been keeping abreast of your comings and goings on substack. Sad you got fired. Happy you resettled. Glad you seem to have a partner you like. Going to check right now and see if I have missed anything.
I was once named Customer of the Week at Peet’s Coffee on Main Street in Santa Monica (now a Blue Bottle). My sister, who was a surgeon at Stanford, had received a prestigious award around the same time. I told her about my award. She didn’t get the joke.
Oh my god, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers was the lunchtime movie (over 5 days) at my Jr. High. Thanks to the poor film quality, we couldn’t understand anything anyone was saying.
All true on Seven Brides, though we should all admire that delightful crowd warmer, "Bless Your Beautiful Hide." Because when I'm angling to get hitched, it's stockyard imagery all the way! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_P435SkFsmc
In my,Chatsworth neighborhood, we are lucky to have a lot of peacocks, and the hens so indifferent to the males, until they are not. And Bill seems a little creepy, that's a juvenile hen his flapping his tail feathers at! Thanks for the break from, you know, the rest of life.
In the worst drawing of the 12th century, I first read the word in the nose not as “olfactus” but “olfartus,” which is an understandable misreading, since it is the “olfactus” is where the “olfartus” hits home.
I was just thinking about you! This is superb. Good to see you in such fine form.
I’ve been keeping abreast of your comings and goings on substack. Sad you got fired. Happy you resettled. Glad you seem to have a partner you like. Going to check right now and see if I have missed anything.
RE: EXHIBIT A. Montgomery Burns is older than I thought he was. Somebody alert Matt Groening.
Still a tossup which is better: your impeccably researched gems or your impeccably snarky commentary. Keep it coming!
I was once named Customer of the Week at Peet’s Coffee on Main Street in Santa Monica (now a Blue Bottle). My sister, who was a surgeon at Stanford, had received a prestigious award around the same time. I told her about my award. She didn’t get the joke.
I think we both know who the got the long term honor.
Free coffee for a week means something!
Dear me. Dear John. Dear God. Dear Anybody—please do not let that old orange whore get even a glimpse of that clip.
Thanks for bringing it, though, to my horrified attention.
Is Bill available? I could use a wing man. Need to kick up a cloud o' grit!
Oh my god, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers was the lunchtime movie (over 5 days) at my Jr. High. Thanks to the poor film quality, we couldn’t understand anything anyone was saying.
I take your point, but if I don’t treat ‘em rough the sobbin’ women will think that I’m tetched. And that I can’t abide.
Yes. I can understand the difficulty here. All I can suggest is: TIME for a DANCE!
YEE-HAW!
All true on Seven Brides, though we should all admire that delightful crowd warmer, "Bless Your Beautiful Hide." Because when I'm angling to get hitched, it's stockyard imagery all the way! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_P435SkFsmc
Haaa. I will revisit those lyrics post haste.
In my,Chatsworth neighborhood, we are lucky to have a lot of peacocks, and the hens so indifferent to the males, until they are not. And Bill seems a little creepy, that's a juvenile hen his flapping his tail feathers at! Thanks for the break from, you know, the rest of life.
How can you tell that hen is “juvenile”?
Illegitimi non carborundum
and thank you!
In the worst drawing of the 12th century, I first read the word in the nose not as “olfactus” but “olfartus,” which is an understandable misreading, since it is the “olfactus” is where the “olfartus” hits home.
Yours sincerely,
Ol’ Fartus
"Bless yore beautiful hide, wherever you may be."