Thursday, October 20, 2016

What A Schmuck For A Bitch!!!!!!!!!!!! Another Parent From Hell Makes Bitch Of The Week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                  Who could imagine Chevy Chase playing such a despicable character? But, when I recently saw his performance on the "Law And Order" episode "In Vino Vertias," meaning "In wine, there is truth, I have to say I was impressed by his acting, repelled by his character.

                                   Chase plays Mitch Carroll, an on-the-outs New York actor, who was something of a celebrity in the day, but cannot get by now, because of his drinking. Which, of course, he does not blame for his problems.  Once he starts guzzling, the ones who are blamed are the Jews in the world; Carroll is a barely self-contained Anti-Semite. He is also a narcissus supreme, and when the two chillingly coalesce, one sees how evil he is.

                                      Because of his celeb status, Carroll got custody of his son, when his wife should have. She loves him, the father barely acknowledges his existence, yet keeps venting his anti-Semitic rhetoric at the boy, until the child absorbs it, in a desperate effort to please his father.  This is taken to the extreme, when, egged on by rhetoric and desperation for , John, to please his father, hunts down and kills Danielle Hertzberg, the producer whom he believes blackballed him in the industry, and has kept him from working.

                                         At first, John is going to take the rap from Dad. But Jack McCoy shows the boy clearly that the father is a narcissist, who does not care for anyone but himself.  When the boy sees this for himself, he turns on his parent.

                                           Mitch Carroll is no Mitch Bayes.  He is a psychological abuser, and if Charlotte had beaten him to death, I would not have shed a tear.

                                              Chevy did a wonderful job, in a role that earns for Mitch the desigination of the winner of the Raving Queen Bitch Of The Week Award.

                                                He does go away to prison.  For extra punishment, he should be forced to attend Temple services!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

I Used To Think Custer's Last Stand Was "Custard's Last Stand!!!!!!!!!!!!" Really!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                I was reminded of this, darlings, in light of my recent posting on the TV show, "Branded," which, to me, was always suggested by Custer and the Battle Of Little Big Horn.  And then I thought how similar the name "Custer" is to custard, and pleasant thoughts began floating threw my head, visualizing golden spoonfuls of yellow, being mouthed by me, tasting delectable, sweet, and oh, so comforting!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                  Custard. There is nothing like it. Even Jell-O's Golden Egg Custard, which I was practically raised on.  How I would love some homemade!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I know it is an especial favorite of Baby Gojira!  It goes down easy, for someone who is still a baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    This stand is somewhere up in New York State.  If I get there, I will have some, and get my picture taken.

                                       You will be the first to know, girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This Is Going To Be Me, Dolls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                        As you know, Lady Gaga, Liza, and I, are the last of the belters. This one has had her day, and then some.  But, when she was young and starting out, she blew every one away, and that is what I intend to do, in the near future. Even if I have to dress like this; I am going to hit the clubs, and score with the electricity of my voice. I , too, have "thirty six expressions," you know!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                         My vocal cords are as tough as ever. Just ask my beloved. So, when I hit the pavement, darlings, look out, It won't just be in front of the Waverly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                         Get off the stage, Barbra!  Forget "Gypsy!"  It's MY turn to do  "Funny Girl" now!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Should Have Dreams Like This!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                           Well, actually, girls, sometimes I do!

                            This is an iconic still from Edwin S. Porter's 1906  expressionist film, "Dreams Of A Rarebit Fiend."  I did not know till recently that the basis for this film was an early American comic strip, of the same title.  You never stop learning, dears!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                               Now, as to "rarebit fiend," I thought that meant the guy gorged himself on too much "Welsh rarebit," which is some kind of cheese sauce thing, barely made anymore, that was poured over toast, and eaten.  When I was introduced to it, back at my Aunt Jane's in the 1960's, I thought it was "Welsh rabbit," and threw a fit over having to eat a rabbit.  I would not be convinced, that time, though, later, I came around.

                                  So, I cannot recall if the film's dream is due to the man's consumption.

                                   What I do know is it replicates a desire of mine--to fly away, over the rooftops of London, to Neverland, just as in the movie and musical "Finding Neverland," and, of course, Peter Pan.  True, I could step on the Peter Pan Flight ride and have an approximate experience, but would require a trip to Florida and Disney World, which I am not willing to make.

                                       I just hope my sleep meds will carry me over the roofs, like the guy pictured!!!!!!!!!

                                        As for the rest of you, pleasant dreams, dolls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Did, Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I Have To Go Back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                       Remember that Sixties toothpaste commercial--I think it was for Crest--where the little girl was ecstatic, telling her father, "I had only one cavity, Daddy?"  I suppose I should have felt like that yesterday, but as I never had a cavity in my LIFE, until I was 35, to have one now, fast on the heels of 62, is just too much to take. Let alone another visit to the dentist, which, for me, means more antibiotics, and a large bill. The one yesterday was $365, girls!  And all I got was an X-Ray and a cleaning.

                                       I don't mind going twice a year--every six months--because, in between, I block it out, like a colonoscopy.  But this is the pits, dolls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                         This filling had better be the end of things till next Spring!  Or else, watch out, when I am told to bite down!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                             Chomp! Chomp!, kiddies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, October 17, 2016

Darlings, I Hope My Dental Visit Tomorrow Does Not Turn Out Like This!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                              This is Guy Rolfe, unmasked, as "Mr. Sardonicus," based on the Ray Russell short story about a disfigured man with rictus, who has himself restored sugically to normal--with an unbearably awful price. It is in the collection of Ray Russell stories I recently bought, and it is in the 1961 William Castle movie--one of his better efforts.

                                Think of the tooth cleaning this guy must get. If they have to go deep, I don't know how it is done.  Fortunately, my teeth do not look like this, but, since I suffer from Dental Anxiety Disorder, I think Mr. Sardonicus is a perfect symbol for those of us who dread going to the dentist.

                                  Keep those pearly whites, dears, but don't get too greedy.  Or you might end up looking like Mr. Sardnoicus.

                                     Heh! Heh! Heh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Indian Summer Is Like A Woman................"

                 So begins Grace Metalious' immortal classic, "Peyton Place."

                  Now, Indian Summer 2016 is here, to last with us, until the long, dreary cold of the next several months finally sets in.  But many things can happen during Indian Summer; activities revived, a last jaunt in the out of doors, the last sunset watched, as it burns in the West.  Yes, Indian Summer is all this and more. Carnival, street fair, even circus time.  A last hurrah before the storms of Winter batter against us, rattling our windows, like the ghost of Catherine Linton in "Wuthering Heights."

                     Enjoy Indian Summer, while you can. Because, after that, the roses fade!