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Bama Llama

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  1. The immediate relief of partially or totally immersing yourself in just-right cool water on a very hot day. Ahhhhhhhh.
  2. Hands down one of the most alluring ladies in film. Yes, I meant SPR - no idea what PLR was - Posting Loony References?
  3. Studio Fat Cats: Okay, Coppola, we're looking for a debonair, dynamic, charismatic-yet-vulnerable British actor with a great accent to portray a young Victorian lawyer who travels to Transylvania and encounters the fearsome Count Dracula. Coppola: How about Keanu Reeves? Fat Cats (smack own foreheads, pop Xanax): Are you high!? What the fuck? We want oscars! Coppola: I quit if Reeves is not in the picture. Fat Cats (horrified, exchanging glances): Wait, wait, wait. Okay, okay. Result: Keanu sodomizes the King's English for two hiurs but Bram Stoker's Dracula wins three oscars anyway. Go figure. I kept waiting for him to say "Wheaaaauuuu!" and "Aaaaawwwww-summmm!" Oldman, Hopkins, rich costumes, skilled makeup artists and sexy succubi saved it. The opening carriage ride from the village tavern to the castle always gives me the willies in every Dracula film, as does this line: (Wolves howling) The Count: "Lessten to the cheeldren of the night - wott byewteeful mewsic thay myeek." Cue gooseflesh
  4. Saw PLR in a packed theater the first weekend after release. When the end credits started to roll, no one spoke or even moved or made a sound for a good two minutes. Then slowly, gradually, people began filing out without speaking. Sherman was right. War is all hell. There's nothing glorious about it. This one broke the mold. Casting choices didn't strike me as being a stretch but then again I was reeling after the opening scene and didn't get my wits back for a while. I was wondering if I had made a mistake bringing my 15-year old daughter, but she handled it well.
  5. FIFY Spring football is abby normal.
  6. Saw The Hot Rock yesterday - nice way to spend a couple of hours laying low on a Saturday. 1972 "heist a big African diamond from a museum" film, Redford-Segal-Mostel and fine supporting cast, well-paced. Manhattan is a major costar, including a fly-by of the Twin Towers, one of which was still under construction. Long- legged. long-haired, tight ribbed sweater wearing, nicely nubile young hippie dish Topo Swope played Segal's wife. (Can't make url get real - here 'tis - worth looking) https://www.imdb.com/media/rm999280128/nm0842883
  7. The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected. Robert Frost
  8. When she was a little kid, my grandmother saw Czar Nicholas, Alexandra, and all the Romanov children in the flesh from ten feet away. They (the Romanovs) were riding in an open car in Baden-Baden, Germany, with fierce-looking mounted guards. This "past" we are discussing wasn't that long ago.
  9. Take nothing for granted. "August 25, 2016 - Clinton Tops 50 Percent, Leads Trump By 10 Points, Quinnipiac University National Poll Finds"
  10. When you're right, you're right. Reflecting on your comment and some others above, I am inclined to agree. Trump may be a narcissistic, psychopathic assclown, but this was at least an unhypocritical decision. I need to stop posting before finishing the morning coffee.
  11. But it is relevant. How can anyone justify voting for this asshole when he won't even pay respect to John Lewis? On a related issue, has anyone ever changed their presidential vote because of something they read on the internet? Jay-sus, Mary and Joseph.
  12. With only a couple of exceptions, WilCo deputy sheriffs were easily the most aggressive and assholish law enforcement officers featured on Live PD. No surprise that a WilCo over the top arrest brought down the most interesting nonfiction program on cable. The show was a primer on "how not to get your ass whupped by the po-lice" (it was a Chappelle or Chris Rock quote, so don't lynch me for staying it). A human life was lost because law enforcement officers were poorly trained, poorly supervised and terribly unenlightened. I would love to hear Tom Morris, Jr.'s take on the whole fiasco.
  13. DVR'd American Hustle recently just for the hell of it and it was pretty damn good once you get past Christian Bale's insistence on reproducing his character's ridiculous comb over hair, with which he was always messing. It had a nice Goodfellas vibe without so much blood and brains being splattered everywhere. Great soundtrack, from Duke Ellington to Steely Dan. Amy Adams was very good but looked wan and strung out while Jennifer Lawrence was just entering her prime and nailed the ditzy blonde bimbo wife role. Louis C.K. was beautiful as a put upon mid level FBI agent. Cons conning the FBI and each other about pumping $$ into Atlantic City and the FBI in the age of cocaine. It's worth watching to see Robert De Niro, who absolutely kills his cameo role - fuhgeddaboutit!
  14. This was one fine series. You felt as if you were back living in the 80's start to finish. At first, John Boy seemed miscast as the FBI boss but I got used to him. That bird like secretary who was seduced by the American male half gave me the creeps she was so needy and easily turned. I wonder how many 2020 "Americans" are preparing to hack, sabotage, and otherwise fuck with the U.S. elections on November 3rd. BTW, 23-year old Paige actress looks just fine and dandy to me. Nubile and agile.
  15. Ralph Nader and this kind of shit philosophy yielded eight years of W/Cheney and more perpetual war. Godammit. In my dumbass state, if only ten percent more minority registered Dems had voted (presumably for Al), what a different world it would be. Gore would have carried AL, our paltry electoral votes would have put him over 270 and the hanging chads wouldn't have mattered. Assuming the results will be counted correctly, there's still time.
  16. Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation openingvcredits rolling now. NatLamp's Vacation without the sizzling humor but still a good watch. Jummy Schtewart at his best.
  17. Shittiest!? You know you actually love those lyrics. I revere Zevon and his lyrics. My favorite version was a live version with a variation: "I saw a werewolf trying to buy a used car at Del Mar, It was a blood-red Coupe deVille." That's even better than seeing a werewolf at Trader Vic's, even if his hair was . . . Perfect.
  18. I'd say Jimi Hendrix was a unique, epic, mesmerizing frontman. I loved the way he started off most shows. He would roll out half a dozen impossible runs and licks, stride slowly to the mic, and say, in that trademark hip voice, "Soooo, we meet again," and take himself, Mitch, Noel and everyone there into another dimension. Was he "#2?" Fuck if I know.
  19. Fifty years ago this August I enrolled at The Institute on South Main, where I saw guys wearing slide rule holsters. Total enrollment was 3,400, 5/7 male, 2/7 female, residing in seven residential colleges. "TRG" meant typical rice girl. I dated three atypical Rice girls (sorry, pics have disintegrated). They were cool; one was nubile and rather comely. It was said that half of the students had to be Texas residents and half of those had to be from Houston. My three roommates were all Texans, outrageous and extreme Cowboys fans. Next door just inches away from my head lived a Chinese guy who played CSN&Y's "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" all the fucking time. Drove me batshit. Every time I saw a toad on the sidewalk outside our room (often) I would import it into the Chinese guy's room through a cavity in the hole for the radiator when it was quiet over there. I put about 20 toads over there until one night he said "Ahhhhh-HA! So that's where they came from! Why, man?" I told him and he graciously quit playing that damned song so much. A Burmese prince who drove a Porsche 911 lived in the Chinese guy's room. I was a water balloon warrior, holding up an 8-ft 2x4 while another dumbass held up another, and the launch master aimed a small plastic beach bucket attached with surgical tubing to the tops of the 2x4s. In this way we waged war with neighboring dorms. Occasionally the balloons were filled with liquid other than water. If you were a stanchion holder you held your breath when a piss balloon was launched. The balloons would travel 100 yards to impact. There were a handful of us Alabamians at Rice and we all pretty much assimilated into the sardonically irreverent Rice culture. In those days the MOB was just flexing its wings. There was no actual College of Music at Rice then but the MOB recruited students with band experience and those dudes could play. The MOB had about 100 members. Once vs UH (which we called Cougar High) at the Dome, at halftime the MOB took the field and scrambled to form a lopsided shape which sort of resembled the Astrodome. The MOB's p.a. guy, who had a great FM deejay voice, boomed, "The Rice University Marching Owl Band salutes Judge Roy Hofheinz and the Houston Astrodome, [long pause], THE WORRRRLD'S SMAAALLLLEST INNNDOOOR STAAAAAYYYDIUMMM!" Judge Roy, who was seated in his box a few steps from the press box, stormed in, yanked the mic out if its socket and took it away. The MOB completed its show unaccompanied by the words of its announcer. in 1972, Rice won the SWC in every sport but one (football). I wonder if any other SWC school ever accomplished that but I'm too lazy to look it up. Frequent cheer at RU football games, following lost fumbles, botched plays, failed 4th down conversions, drive killing penalties, etc.: "OOOOOOOOOOOOH SHIT! GOD DAMN!" My roommates and I went to Aggieland in 1970 and saw Rice embarass the Aggies 18-17. I say embarrass because fakery was involved. I know it was windy and cold as shit. I delighted in seeing another Rice-at-Aggy game. Rice was losing at halftime, didnt make a first down in the second half and still won. Before the game, the Owl suit cheerleader guy strutted around the field before the taunting the Cotps and Aggie fans in general. He would face the crowd, wave and salute and clap, then turn around and bend over. He had a little sign sewed to the ass of his costume, under the long tail of his suit. He would flip the tail up and wiggle his ass at the Aggies, who would hiss and jeer maniacally and shower him with ice, cups and other projectiles. Finally, we saw why. The sign included a perfect replica of the Aggie logo, though slightly altered: E A T M E
  20. Fair enough. 31.
  21. If I had to choose one hundred tracks as a general proposition, the Doors wouldn't be among them. If you add the variable "to accompany a beach weekend with a nubile young lady who's horny for you and vice versa," Doors music would be there in the top 50 a couple of times at least. It's about what mood you're in and the occasion, and your age when first introduced to their music. I'm 68. That's why Baskin-Robbins has 32 flavors. Some Doors lyrics are right on the money: "Don't you love her as she's walking out the door?"
  22. Incumbent Dem Senator Doug Jones has a tough job ahead but has what it takes to beat Tommy Tatertown on Nov 3. PS - Fuck Tuberville, Trump, and the PACs they rode in on
  23. Wankers simple - check alliterative - check apt - check
  24. https://www.nytimes.com/2020/07/06/obituaries/ennio-morricone-dead.amp.html Without his music, spaghetti westerns may not have made it into the cinema conversation. Lots of good trivia on Ennio in the above. Did you know the Dollars Trilogy films were all released in the U.S. in 1967? Hell, I saw them in theaters but had forgotten when. I was more interested in my dates' morals or lack thereof than film soundtracks. On the edge of seventeen. Ahh, Stimpy, those were the days. Bravissimo, Maestro Ennio et grazie mille.
  25. Fireworks and thunder wreak havoc with canines' sensitive hearing. Our dog and best pal r-u-n-n o-f-t on a July 4th after the local overdone fireworks extravaganza. We found her three days later, thirsty, filthy and beat up, still panting and nervous as if Godzilla were right behind her. We had to get "doggie downers" from our vet and have at the ready to keep her from going berserk during thunderstorms. She was a brilliant mutt and dead ringer for Nipper, the RCA logo 🐶 dog listening to His Master's Voice on the Victrola. Five minutes after taking a downer dog biscuit, she had Chinese eyes and a "heyyyy, mayyyannnn" look on her face and wasn't worried about fucking firworks or thunder.
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