Bama Llama

Joe Don - got to be Elvis’s distant Mis’sippi cousin. Delivers lines with the exact same mumbly panache minus the lip curl.&

Ridley had me at Blade Runner. In for Napoleon despite all reactions, lukewarm and otherwise. Melt down the enemy cannons and build a monument yourself. The emperor of ego, got to be interesting.

Nice turnout at JMU. Too bad they weren’t scheduled as a cupcake for some P5 team today. Bravo the Dukes.

Here’s an interesting one from 1968 for Taylor/Burton fans. Liz was in her early 40s and still so vicious and gorgeous and Burton appeared to be drunk in most scenes a la Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Noel Coward has a cool cameo as the Witch of Capri. Fine cinematography. It was and has been panned but IDGAF, I liked it. BOOM!

Two things about the opening scene stay with me. The background music as the staff car and escort bikes slowly wind up the road in a pristine pastoral valley was “The Green Grass of Summer.” This was a theme featured in The Alamo (John Wayne), which shocked me as a young kid as my first images of death in battle, not Disneyfied Fess Parker, my boyhood idol. Next and most vividly, the camera zooming down through the floorboard gaps to reveal, as they came into focus, the eyes of those hidiyin the cellar. Give me a QT film any day.

“Bama (hypothetically) beats Georgia” . . . add internet CFP ranking rant. Have you guys ever watched any fucking part of a Bama - Auburn game? There’s a possibility we handle Georgia but it means nothing unless we overcome the incessant noise and inevitable juju at Possum Hair stadium. Talk to me on Sunday after Thanksgiving. After 9/9/23 I’m just relieved we have a pulse, much less a chance. If we do beat Georgia after choking on the Plains, I hope it puts the Horns in the playoff.

80% through The Killer and it holds your attention. Fine locations and cinematography. What’s different- everything doesn’t just go according to plan. Scenes tied together with narration by the Killer his own self. An Iwatch of some kind and digital tech play significant roles. So far, so good. Fassbender has the chops for the role.

Started The Killer starring Michael Fassbender, hypnotic narration of Paris setting by the lead, you’re expecting to see a flawless assassination but it goes kaput and he has to bug out to the safe house . . . only it’s not safe. So far so good; it holds one’s attention.

This heifer looks like a drag version of the beefy Dumb and Dumber hit man after he ate the poison burger. I wish granny had frisbeed that broiler across the room into that meddling bitch’s face!

Horns 42 - 28 KSU punting 222 Just imagine its September 9th in Tuscaloosa and Ewers got dinged out in the 1st Quarter but Malik was up and ready Horns have elite receivers and a quick huge mean D line. No contest.

I got the perfect grade D film for Rifftrax. Filmed in rural Eutaw, Alabama and directed by Michael Douglas’s brother, it’s Jaws of Satan! Fritz Weaver starred as a priest. You can hesr the pitch- This is Jaws meets The Exorcist meets Deliverance.

Well, not exactly No hard feelings . . . Nudge, nudge, wink, wink!

There’s the fucking rub. Killer psychos just off yourselves and be worm food.

Hands up errbody who wants to brunch on the deck and watch USCE at A&M at 11:00 Saturday . . .

I mean, I like chicken, I like pimento cheese and I like honey but not all mashed together. As the little baby bib kid used to say (now very un PC but IDGAF), I’SE FIGNA VOMICK!

Our remaining schedule: 10/21 vs Tennessee 11/04 vs LSU 11/11 @ Kentucky 11/18 vs Chattanooga 11/11 @ Auburn Based on yesterday’s haphazard, unfocused, second half derpfest, snatch a salvage win from the jaws of embarrassment performance, I have faint hope in this year’s final outcome. Milroe doesn’t seem to be able to detect pressure coming presnap or postsnap, and his aggy game downfield touch wasn’t there yesterday in the second half. Tennessee reminds me of Texas, Daniels should dissect us, especially if the defense is gassed, Kentucky will be tough or we will make it tough, and the Philistines of the Plains will pull something out of Freeze’s ass to make that game a gut check. Well, fuck me. After the Tua to Devanta title on 2nd and 26, I vowed never to bitch about Alabama football again and I’m not now. Considering how this season looked after the Texas game, I should be thankful, and I am. But Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the fuck is going on with the O line? Thank god for our kicker and punter. Roll Tide anyway. We’re still in it. Hope, ever how slight, springs eternal.

Last road game went poorly for aggy. Add 2x noise and fan numbers in Neyland compared to Miami. Add Jimbo gives no shits factor. Smokey rapes Reveille.

Time was, Open Date was commonly called “Off Week.” In 1969, each week during football season, Rice architecture students stretched a big banner along the second floor of Anderson Hall with the legend “Beat LSU” or “Beat A&M,” and so on. You all must already know what happened when Off Week arrived. The banner lasted until about, oh, 10:00 a.m. Anyway, in fond remembrance of those long ago halcyon days at the Institute on South Main, BEAT OFF WEEK!

Make this go away. Please. Exorcise it with holy water. Takes me straight back to our CFP nightmare vs Clemson a few years ago. Don’t despair, Surlies. Horns are rising. We, otoh, are a derp in progress but did find a way to win thanks to Jimbodupery and some actual defense late. Milroe situational awareness sorely lacking but I revere his efforts. Dead ringer for big jaw man meme.

Thanks, Chine and well done, gents. Destin resembles Bobby Petrino too much to suit me, especially today. Was the Texas beat down a watershed like the 2010 Rose Bowl? Time will tell, brothers and sisters. Refreshing to see thoughtful words expressed on this topic.

My high school band did the halftime show at the 1967 or 1968 Bears-Falcons game in the flying saucer of old Fulton County Stadium. We were seated on folding chairs on the field behind one of the end zones. I wish I could say Butkus ran over me or I saw him close up but that would be a lie, which is strictly forbidden on Surly, right? I do vividly recall Gayle Sayers flying straight at us bringing it to the house on a simple sweep for about 60 yards. Butkus was the Duke Wayne of football. Plus, he was not acting. RIP number 51.

I had to appear at a court hearing in Monroeville in the 90s. The circuit judge’s honest to god name was Robert E. Lee Key. When the hearing, held in the “new” Soviet style Monroe County Courthouse constructed in the 60s, was concluded, I wandered over to the old Victorian courthouse, the one which was duly replicated in Mockingbird, to check and see if I could peek in a window. It had been converted into some kind of museum. Mirabile dictu, the joint was unlocked. I walked right in and clomped through the courtroom, down to the bench, into the jury box, up to the balcony. That’s where the juju grabbed me, when I thought of the line, “Stand up, Miss Jean Louise. Your father’s passing.” i was 45 or so then. It was one of those moments. I thought about white Southern males and a lifetime of being judged racist by association. I thought of the beautiful and kind black people I had known. I thought of how Harper Lee and Hollywood and Gregory Peck finally got something right. I stood there in that dusty old place, the late afternoon sun sending shafts of light through the dust I had raised, and wept. I was just thankful and hopeful.

Ryan Day has morphed into the head Hawkman from 1980 Flash Gordon:

Hayek was and is gorgeous, si, but back in 1996 my wife and daughter were so hot for Antonio Banderas and kept the Blockbuster VHS tape version so long we had to buy the fucking thing. I might add, they secretly kept the tape.

Bratty little kid: I HATE Boom-Pah! Mama Llama, Baby Llama and I have “must watch through to the end” anytime our lives intersect with Mr. Hobbs. Hobbs’s overdramatized narration is so fine, especially the lost at sea scene.