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  1. P.S. - that was 5,000 of a total of 5,800 Ain't this a bitch
  2. Good news! Your PPE just arrived from the national stockpile! From AL.com - "More than 5,000 medical masks that Montgomery County received from the national stockpile were rotted, the local emergency management director said Thursday."
  3. Okay. You go first. Those fuckers give me the willies. They can spit that juice a long way. <<<<shhhhivvver>>>>
  4. 1. Big, fast, flying cockroaches. 2. These sonsabitches: https://www.google.com/search?q=lubber grasshopper poisonous url insert she no work but worth a look - Eastern Lubber Grasshopper Winged, wicked, vile, poisonous tobacco juice spitting alien spawn demons
  5. The only thing I like about Trump was the way he went through the field of Republican candidates four years back. Now, Trump is the Jaws mayor saying "Come on out to the beach, everybody!" and raising hell with Chief Brody because someone (the sane media) drew a big shark fin on the tourist billboard. This is NOT the right Easter to pack churches. I hope the White House doesn't host an Easter egg hunt. Time for common sense. Learn from South Korea.
  6. I am a seriously biased Fab4phile, grew up with the Beatles, rushed to buy every LP, saw them live in ATL two nights after Shea in '65, have 1965 Ludwigs, on and on. I reveled in Yesterday, but hell I reveled in Across the Universe. Saw Yesterday in a theater with a powerful sound system, which helped. I not aware of the Lennon cameo shock coming at the end. When the door to his beach cottage swung open, the audience gasped as one. The others and I were zoomed backward to December 8, 1980, just another day in the world of Yesterday. He was never murdered. Cosell never told the world about it on MNF. Don't mind telling you, the tears ran in that theater, and some of them were mine. If you lived the sixties and are now in yours, this film is worth your time. These guys did change the world and for the better. Bravo to the creators and players of this clever film.
  7. Dale never did figure out why Joseph looked so much like John Redcorn. On the upside, the Gribbles would be well fixed for quarantine. Such a great series - bravo, Mike Judge.
  8. Unexpected cosequences of this virus: Fast forward to June 1: Trump - Incapacitated or worse and unable to govern; succession triggered. Pence - ditto Next up - President Pelosi
  9. A smile indeed. Bravo, No Time for Sergeants. "Last name first, first name middle name last." Thus, Stockdale Will Will Stockdale. Don't know what happened to his middle name. My snarky repartee conoisseur bride's favorite line: Army Shrink to Stockdale: "Your father: LIVING?" A true gem.
  10. And when the door to the house on the seashore opens, your brain inverts like the zoom in shot on Roy Scheider at the beach in Jaws. Well done, beautiful film. Viva Los Beatles!
  11. And when the door to the house on the seashore opens, your brain inverts like the zoom in shot on Roy Scheider at the beach in Jaws. Well done, beautiful film. Viva Los Beatles!
  12. The audience were loffing!
  13. Not bad for censored network TV.
  14. Bravo the above - also Have Gun Will Travel.
  15. Once had a narrow escape at one of these checkpoints. We were also in a Tahoe, as it were. It was the Saturday after the 2010 Rose Bowl. My wife and I and my wife's ditzy girlfriend and her husband were eastbound on I-10, having just passed through El Paso. Guys in front, ladies in back. Everyone euphoric but exhausted. The 80-mph speed limit sign went by, I set cruise control and settled back for miles of mesquite scrub. Suddenly brake lights were popping on ahead, traffic cones blocked the whole highway and all lanes had to exit. Law enforcement vehicles were everywhere to prevent turning off or going aroung the cones. We had no contraband. We were routed to a ten acre asphalt tract of painted lanes, stop signs, pullout and exit the vehicle stations, and dozens of guys in kevlar vests, fatigues and big submachine guns, sniffer dogs, guys with mirrors in sticks, the whole schmeer. We had nothing to fear but the whole scene felt like a Far Side trouble brewing moment. I told my just awakening sleepy comrades, "Say NOTHING about the game unless you want to be here for hours having your cavities searched and repacking the car. Many of these guys are Texas fans or lost money on the game, so don't say anything stupid." We pulled up at a stop point and one unsmiling officer/agent grilled us for a couple of minutes while his partner did a walk around. I was worried about the Alabama plate and big crimson UA Alumni decal on the windshield. I suddenly saw further scrutiny, i.e., unpacking the car, more questions, and a long trip growing longer. Just as quickly the walk around guy gave the thumbs up to the interrogator, who had been leaning in through both driver side windows, looking and I guess sniffing while talking and listening. My three riders were calm and cool answering questions. The guy was strictly business, mad or bored or both. His hands were on his submachine gun the whole time. Finally, he took a step back and without another word motioned me forward to freedom. He and his partner turned to the next vehicle. I put up my window and put the vehicle in gear. We had rolled about ten feet. I was wondering why the ditsy friend behind me had not put up her window, when I heard a commotion in the back seat. Then I saw movement in the left rear view mirror. Then, I saw a lot of crimson and white. Then I saw my wife's crazy ass girlfriend hanging the upper half of her lanky 5'9" self completely out the window with two Bama shakers waving wildly in each hand, yelling at the top of her lungs, "Rollllll Tide! Rollllllll Tide!" My eyes went to mirror. I saw the two officers' heads whip around. My wife was cussing at her girlfriend, trying to pull her back in and the husband was making guttural, profane noises through clenched teeth. I was saying SHUTTHEFUCKUP GODDAMMIT PUTDOWNTHE FUCKINGSHAKERS or words to that effect. Just like the Tide, we were fortunate with the way things turned out. The inspectors shrugged and went on to the next car, we pulled Ditzo back in and enjoyed the long drive back. Ditzo and hubby divorced soon after, though. I have to think the Internal Border Inspection adventure was a catalyst. It was stressful finding yourself under close inspection by guys holding machine guns, all without warning other than a portable sign a few hundred yards west of the exit.
  16. Not to sidetrack the derailed thread, but Eugene did the best double-take in film history in Waiting For Guffman in the now-infamous "I had to have penis reduction surgery" scene with Fred Willard and Catherine O'Hara. Bravo, Sammy Maudlin, bravo.
  17. Watched The Gentlemen late this afternoon. Whiplash dialogue and well done by a fine ensemble of actors. Original Fargoesque dumbassery by various punks and thugs poorly controlled by their bosses a la Lock Stock & Two Smoking Barrels.
  18. Ditto. All kinds of great, not even counting marble tombstone girl. Sheriff: "I got the motive, which is money and the body, which is dead."
  19. The Bravados. Gregory Peck in his prime, tracking four bad guys and out for revenge in the old West and old Mexico. Lee Van Cleef, Stephen Boyd, a youngish Joan Collins, and a raft of actors with familiar faces. Filmed on location in Mexico for the most part. Rich scenes, colors and vistas, as well cinematographed as anything I've ever seen, and brutal without being gratuitously graphic (because it was 1958). Direction by Henry King, solid. A refreshing, atypical story line.
  20. With a tip of the hat to Pilot Error agreeing to part of what he said, I saw both Cruise films never having heard of Lee Child or having read a Reacher book, no preconceived image of Jack Reacher. I liked both films and today, seeing them in the context of the Reacher books they were based on, say they held up well. As film adaptations of books go, they worked well for me. Now, if he had been decked out in the ears and wardrobe from Legend it just wouldn't have worked. I could see Jack Reacher figuring out how to set off an explosion with several reflecting devices, though.
  21. My point, which Pilots Error whiffed, was that the actor's size and physique won't mean shit if he doesn't have the acting chops. I've read or listened to all the Reacher books and enjoyed them all. His bulk is often a handicap, when running or dealing with tight spaces. His enemies usually underestimate his mind, not his strength. I think Bautista could be a good fit but mainly want to see the soul of the Reacher character captured, along with the great detail Lee Child painstakingly describes. I want a big, bad, smart ass Reacher, faithful to the print character, but not at the expense of putting a quality product on film.
  22. What's "wrong?" In the book, Gump was 6'6" 242# at 16. Hanks won the oscar for best actor. And why "as usual?" For the record, I picture Reacher as the big guy with lizardy skin in Guardians of the Galaxy, in other words, I'd like to see an effort made to resemble Child's character. But the vibe is more important to me. Reacher is one attentive sonofabitch, and doesn't waste time philosophizing. Got no quarrel with you, Rage, just want to know what you meant by "As usual, wrong."
  23. Sorry, couldn't resist. The news story made me think of a Richard Benjamin - Ali MacGraw late 60s dramedy based on a Philip Roth book overflowing with sexual repression and tragic results thereof. Ali's character's older brother was a former OSU basketball jock who pined fir his glory days, sitting in his room playing a hokey nostalgic LP entitled "Goodbye, Columbus." Of course the arrestees are innocent until proven otherwise. Prrhaps DNA will shorten the drama.
  24. Great, great dialogue. Coens, Tarantino and the best 30s and 40s fast-talkin, high-pants-wearin movies meets Bill Shakespeare. DD-L just flatout commands the screen in every film. And it's tuppenny with two p's, I believe.
  25. Goodbye, Columbus.
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