Happy St,. Patrick's Day, Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                  It's a great day for the Irish; even if one is not genuinely Irish, everyone is on this special day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    "Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing,                                                                                                                 "Oh, the ring of the piper's tune."

                                  David and I had our pre-St. Patrick's feast last night, with corned beef, boiled potatoes, carrots and cabbage.  And, of course, Irish soda bread, but none so good as my paternal grandmother's or Aunt Martha.  Aunt Martha got the recipe from granny!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                       So, read some James Joyce, enact Brian Friel, dance an Irish jig or wherever your fancy takes you on this day.

                                          And now I have a surprise for you--

                                    Here is Ella Logan, Broadway's original Sharon McLaren in "Finnian's Rainbow" singing the now iconic Irish song "How Are Things In Glocca Morra."  Enjoy!

                                    

Girls, I Am Telling You, You Have GOT To See The Blow Job Scene From 1972's "Last House On The Left!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                              I know; and after the post I just wrote, right?

                               Technically, girls, it is called fellatio, but we are all adults here, so let me explain.

                                 The film starts out with a group of young adults, especially two very attractive and nubile looking girls--though nothing like Adrienne Barbeau, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!--on a road trip.  They stop at this house, where a bunch of killers are hiding out, and the girls, of course are victimized and killed.   I know people who love the horror genre who consider this sick and unwatchable.  I have never seen it, but from what I have heard it borders on snuff cinema.  Which is why I have never seen any of the "SAW" movies, either.

                                  Anyway, the parents of the girls get involved, and there is this guy named Fred, and the mother of a deceased daughter, to get her revenge, lures Fred to a nearby lakeside area, where she comes on to him, and proceeds to do the nasty.  But, just as Fred is about to explode, she chomps down on him, bites it off, and spits it out into the lake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    I am telling you, this has to be seen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                     Shades of Lorena Bobbitt!!!!!!!!!!!!  You know what they say--

                                     "When Lorena Bobbitt comes bob bob bobbin' along, along,                                                                         There'll be no more members when she starts singing her old sweet song!"

                                       This scene should serve as a warning to all.  For those of us who might have.... -- won't say what--be sure you know whom you are dealing with before inserting a member into an orifice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                            You could end up with worse than an STD.

                                           But the scene, girls, is hilarious fun!  And Fred gets just what he deserves!!!!!!!!!!!!!

63 Years Ago Today, Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                 That is right.  On this date in 1963, at the age of 8, I made my Fist Holy Communion in St. Paul's Roman Catholic Church, in Highland Park, New Jersey.

                                                   It was quite an event, and I remember it to this day.  Especially the part where Ricky Brown, who is still alive, despite his brother, whom we all called "T.T.," being already gone, threw up on the pew seat, and was removed to I thought Hell by a nun, who sprinkled green incense powder over the vomit, so that it looked like a grave mound.  I kept staring at this, knowing the full truth of what was underneath, all through the final part of the mass.

                                                     Still, it was a holy day, and on the wall of our refrigerator is a picture of me on that day, taken in our house.  Even before I knew who Jennifer Jones or Bernadette was, I was already going for the Oscar gold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                         To those out there knowing someone about to make their First Holy Communion, may the day be joyous and blessed for all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                            You talk to Jesus, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Congratulations, Amy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                   Nothing about last night's Oscars made me happier--and I mean NOTHING--than Amy Madigan winning Best Supporting Actress for her campy and chilling portrayal of Aunt Gladys in "Weapons."

                                   America has taken Aunt Gladys to its heart.  I still say she is not as difficult as Gladys Cooper in "The Song Of Bernadette."

                                    She is a combination of an urbane Mary Poppins, Bette Davis and your most intrusive relative.  But she is such a hoot, walks off with the film, and who would not want Aunt Gladys to pay a visit????????????????????????????

                                   Congratulations, Amy!  Rarely in recent years has an Oscar been awarded so justly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

"So Get On Up, On The Floor, Girls, We're Gonna Boogie Oogie Oogie Till We Just Can't Boogie No More!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                About a week ago, David and I were doing errands, and we stopped at our local eatery, the Offshore Diner. Their Alexa machine was playing this tune, by A Taste Of Honey--a group I had forgotten--but as soon as I heard the melody, my muscle memory kicked in, and I began dancing to this tune.

                                  I felt better for having done it, so, with this period of time being so perilous, with me still processing the emotional drain that was "Death Of A Salesman," I think it would be a good opportunity for all of us to feel better about ourselves by taking some time out, and dancing to "Boogie Oogie Oogie."  The melody is hard to resist, the lyrics are fun, and oh, girls, we get to dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                   So, go on, girls!  Get on up on the floor!

                                     Here is the song to help you out!

                              "Everyone tonight must do the boogie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"A Soothsayer Hath Warned 'Beware The Ides Of March'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                    Yes, girls, it is The Ides Of March.  This is the day, according to William Shakespeare, that Julius Caesar was stabbed to death; even by Brutus, hence the famous line "Et tu, Brutus!!!!!!!"

                                      Brutus was a real rat, like Judas Iscariot.  But this means that today is a day to be extra cautious.  With bad weather on the way, and I mean really bad, it would serve all to stay indoors as much as possible today.  Go about your routines but do nothing to arouse extra special caution.  Don't try cooking any fancy new dishes or deserts today.

                                          The Ides Of March has its positive side, too.  Two days from today is St. Patrick's Day; two days after that is St. Jospeh's Day, when the swallows return to Capistrano.  And next Saturday is the 21st, when Proserpina comes back from Hell, her mother is happy, so we have Spring and Summer.

                                             No need to be all gloomy about The Ides Of March.

                                              Just watch your step, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Girls, Spring Is Coming, And So Are Thoughts Of Weddings! Now, I Would Stick With Julie Andrews' "Sound Of Music" Gown, Designed By Dorothy Jeakins!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I Know A Lot Of Girls Out There Would Want Carolyn Bessette's Wedding Dress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                      That dress, incidentally, girls was designed by Narciso Rodriguez, who is still practicing, so if you want that gown, I am sure he could whip it up for you.

                                        The gown was impressive, though I am still going with Julie's.  When Carolyn and JFK Jr. got married, it was the American version of Prince Charles and Lady Diana.  And fraught with as much tragedy.  Of course, I have always known the Kennedys were under a curse, but not the royal monarchy.

                                           Still, isn't this dress gorgeous?  I would love to at least try it on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                             It was a horrible and saddening tragedy what happened to this American golden couple of our generation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                               But, darlings, you have to admit, they both went down, looking good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!