Oh, no. It's that wretched little girl who treats Bette Davis like a fecal crumb in The Old Maid.
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Powell is one of my all-time favorite classic film actors, and yet he doesn't make my no-no parts tingle. What's wrong with me?
Don't count your chickens before the court approves the proposed plan for hatching them.
We've lived through this once before, The Onion.
Maybe dial it down a bit.
Those glasses are gonna help me reclaim my title as Belle of the Bath House!
No one will suspect that I'm secretly surveilling them with my hawt eyewear.
The tech-bro-driven dismantling of the federal government is also a likely contributor to growing anti-AI sentiment.
I mean, there's your beta-test. Horrifying.
The fascism doesn't help, either.
Gypsy.
I will say this: Working from home (alone) five days a week while managing an aging mother's spiraling health crises (and eventual death) did in fact change me forever, and not in a good way. Mileages may vary, I know. I didn't enjoy it. But I will never return to the five-day-a-week hustle, either.
Not to mention that a stain doesn't just lie there on a wall. On a floor, maybe.
Good one! I too have grown to like that song, rather than being mildly afraid of it, as I was when I was a kid.
Remember the (sub)urban myth, passed from one 70s tweenager to another? "10cc is the quantity of the average male's ejaculation." Smmmmutty band!
I'm guilty of having generally underestimated Glenn Cambell's remarkable talents when I was a young-un.
A similar awakening for me involves a motel bar in Iowa City, a juke box, and Sylvia's Mother.
When I was 14, I emptied my savings account (built up from mowing lawns and such) and bought a 1949 Ford Tudor, a near twin to Stanwyck's 1950 Ford Custom (mine wasn't a convertible).
Let me tell you: Old cars are NOT easy to drive, let alone in a desparate race against time.
#Jeopardy #TCMParty
"You want your cigarettes?"
The kid's got some things going for him.
Stanwyck and Ralph Meeker in a production still for Jeopardy (the film, not the game show).
Ah, yes, now I remember this movie.
Rough trade aficionado that I am, this is the Stanwyck film where I end up screaming at my TV:
"Ride him like rented mule, Barbara, and let Barry Sullivan drown! Your kid's old enough to fend for himself!"
#Jeopardy #TCMParty
A (lesbian) friend once texted me while watching this film, "He is soooo gay! How did the whole world not know?"
He reminds me very much of one my oldest and dearest friends (and always has), so I can't get horny about him. But I adore him.
(See also: James Garner reminds me a bit too much of my father to be crush material. But I adore him, too.)
Serial killers were my #1, but quicksand was not far behind. Much to my disappointment, I have yet to encounter quicksand in real life.
If you were a kid in the 1970s and were asked, "What are the top-five leading causes of death?," you would likely answer:
-Serial/spree killers
-Sharks
- Quicksand
-Piranhas
-Mass Suicide
#Piranha #TCMParty
That’s what Eleanor Powell told me the last time I contacted her on my Ouija board.
You're always welcome to come sit by me if you want to say unkind things about Minnelli's oeuvre (as I think the French say).
The Bad and the Beautiful is a shallow and overwrought exercise in navel-gazing!
Madame Bovary: Ick.
That movie about drapes? JFC.
IMHO, too. But I do have an enduring affection for The Courtship of Eddy's Father. That movie feels like "Meet Me in St. Louis" Minnelli to me.
Also.. I suspect that I appreciate Glenn Ford's stealth thespian talents more than you do.
It's my daily exercise routine!
The Sammy Jo Dance.
Just because.
youtu.be/d0X358jKcTU?...
Don't even get me started on how much I love is son, the Prince of 80s Hotness.
"I was hand-cranking a homemade batch of French vanilla ice cream the other day."
You're so full of surprises, GTT.
Drop some bathtubs.
Kinda refreshing that here you are, posting demonstrable lies about Democrats, when your mom is upstairs hollering for you to submit to your evening bubble bath.
Jay is a naughty boy.
There's only one fact scenario in which it is acceptable to invite Stephen Miller to be a guest at your dinner table.
Will he be laid out like a luau pig as the main course?
If not, don't invite him.
Yes, Bluesky, I am aware that there is an issue with fetching posts.
The issue it that "fetching" is just one letter away from "felching."
Every goddamn time my aging gay eyes see that notice...
Happiest of birthdays, Bruuuuce!