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November 2003

Ship in a Bottle--November 2003

well, i haven't made a christmas wish list in many years. and i used to get a big nice gift every year, but it's been awhile, so i sort of gave up on the idea. usually i decide there isn't anything i really want anyway, but i realized all throughout the year that there's actually all this stuff i would like to have. so i'm typing it all out. it's fun to think about. and i imagine someday i'll be able to have a few of these things.

i'd like DVDs of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, The X-Files, Star Trek: The Next Generation, and Planet of the Apes. in that order of preference.

i'd like an ipod.

i'd like some more lounge music cds, especially since, no ipod is really going to come my way.

i'd like the latest two books by Jasper Fforde.

i'd like those boots i picked out awhile ago. and the black skirt from Faith's Aura that i thought would look good with them.

i'd like a Kitchenaid mixer.

i'd like some new instructive stuff for my guitar. btw, my coolest christmas gift ever, got it in 1997.

i'd like some foreign language lessons on tape to listen to while driving. and a couple of audio books, too.

and i'd like some new essential oils and carriers.

11.22

so, it was a crummy week, and i don't feel like writing about it all, but as a shout-out to my new pen pal, who got me thinking about some of my favorite old movies, i decided to devote today's blog space to three actors who were favorites of mine when i was a little girl. heh. turns out i was a little movie and tv fruit fly and didn't know it. now, eh, i love so many actors, bound to be a few cosmo drinkers in the bunch, but whatever. as Frank Sinatra sang, "That's Life."

first up, everybody's favorite Uncle Arthur, Paul Lynde.



what do Paul, Alice Ghostley and Charles Nelson Reilly have in common? they all sound like Alice Ghostley! that just slays me. i loved her. and i loved Paul. he was Uncle Arthur on one of my favorite shows; Bewitched, which i remember more from reruns than original run, but i was around for much of that. his distinct voice and mannerisms matched the things he said perfectly, whether he was being himself or portraying a character. some other roles i remember are Templeton the rat in Charlotte's Web, just brilliant, Louis B. Latimer in Gidget TV movies, and that one bad guy in Penelope Pitstop. as well as, of course, his unmatched performance on Hollywood Squares, at least until he got sort of too messed up to care.

when i was about 11, and figured out about gay people, i sort of figured they must all be just like Paul! it didn't take long for me to understand differently, as i had a couple of real-life examples nearby, but he kinda smoothed the way for me, even if he never did for himself.

sigh, Tony Perkins...

honestly? i'm not making this up. i remember him better from movies with Shirley MacLaine, Audrey Hepburn and Sophia Loren, than from, you know. i can't really look them up on imdb, cause it's gone all funky and whenever i try to go to plot summary it locks up Netscape and i have to force quit. but i know the Shirley one was called Green Mansions, and it was really odd. i watched it a number of years ago and had absolutely no idea what it was about. maybe i should check it out again sometime. the Loren one was Desire Under the Elms, which starred Burl Ives, being very cool and creepy. and the other one, not important right now. Tony was tall and lanky and mysterious. triple crown winner, right there. i hate how after Psycho was released people just saw him as Norman Bates, because i'd have way more variety in movies to choose from otherwise.

he was interesting when you saw him in interviews, and had a sort of unusual voice, i thought. i also thought he became more handsome as he aged. if the world were a different sort of place, he'd probably still be alive. but we can say that about a lot of people, i suppose. including his wife, Berry Berenson, who died in one of the planes that crashed into the World Trade Center, 9 years minus 1 day after his death.

best for last...


Roddy McDowall. he was only 5'9", you know. but i loved him. i loved the corners of his mouth and the way he raised his right eyebrow just slightly. and i loved his manner of speech. wait--i loved his voice, too! i used to claim Speed Racer or Jim West as my first crush, but actually, it was most likely this guy here.


here's a hilarious promo shot of him with Tab Hunter. the copy for it is even more hilarious, but i can't find the part i read long ago. Tab's not my type at all, but that doesn't really matter now, does it?


oh! just found the link to the TabnRoddy thing. you so won't believe this!

McDowall was awesome as Cornelius and Caesar, of course. and he totally rocked in Lord Love a Duck, a seriously underrated film. and oh, a thousand others. but he also did all these great TV roles, so many of them, and here are a few of my favorites: The Bookworm in Batman; the devil on Fantasy Island--he played some other characters on there but i don't remember their names; he did a Murder She Wrote; a decent Quantum Leap; and the voice of Snowball in Pinky and the Brain. there are many more roles, which I am sure are all listed at imdb, only, no. but i'll link some of these to somewhere, later.

According to experts, is it ever okay to use a vacuum cleaner on your dog?
PAUL LYNDE: I think it's better to walk him.

more on Lynde here

ANTHONY PERKINS: "All that controversial stuff I keep hearing about me is utter garbage. I get apoplectic with disbelief. Hell, even I don't know what my real personality is, so how can anybody else? People have said that I try to create an illusion of boyishness, that I hide behind that mask to conceal my real personality. Well, that's hogwash. Anybody who has to create an illusion to live is foolish."NEWSWEEK March 3, 1958

more on Perkins here


RODDY MCDOWALL: "I enjoyed being in the movies when I was a boy. As a child you are not acting--you believe."

more on McDowall here and here (the second one is where i found the incredible photo.)i think it's also the site that links to a nude photo of Rod, whose name was apparently quite apt. heh.

honorable mention to Dick Sargent (yes, i know as the second Darren he was less popular, but i found York a bit too nervy for me as a young child)and Tommy Kirk. you think i'm kidding? huh. i also loved Raymond Burr. i swear it's true.

think maybe i should do a shout-out sometime to some dead actresses who were sort of "confirmed bachelors?" might be a good idea.


here's a fun fact: remember that weird movie Joan Rivers made called Rabbit Test? i thought not. anyway, Paul Lynde was in it. Roddy McDowall was in it. And so was Alice Ghostley! it's not a good movie, but worth watching cause zillions of famous people are in it.

Bookworm!


Mephistopheles on Fantasy Island

11.21 someday i will not have to pick up legos, pull tabs from milk containers, tiny car wheels, and pennies before vacuuming. i might not even vacuum every day. that's sorta sad. probably i've sucked up enough pennies to cover the national debt for like, an entire minute. but i do try to not have that happen.

you know what would be the most awesome song to hear during the ending credits of a really good movie? Comin' Home Baby, by Mel Torme. it could be playing while some guy is travellin' in a train, or walking, and the credits would roll over the scene.

11.17


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11.15

i just ran up to the Java Stop in Fair Haven for a Saturday morning treat. i'm going to miss that place! it'll only be about 5 miles from my new house, but that's sorta too far to just make a quick run, you know? in this part of the state, 5 miles is at least 15 minutes away. there are other coffee houses; they're everywhere, of course. i'll live closer to at least three Starbuck's. but i love the Java Stop. they have a new fall menu, and today i got something called Almond Mocha Roca. it's just a mocha with almond, but the name is fun to say. and at the Java Stop, the help is always friendly, everything they sell is high quality, yet less expensive than many coffee places, and i bet it's the favorite stop of a lot of people around here. they're
only open during the day, and it's a fairly residential area, but it's never empty. there is a deli right down here on the corner that i could walk to for a nice drink, but i'd rather make the quick drive to Java Stop instead. Fair Haven is cool. if this ridiculous house with its insurmountable problems were located there, i don't think i could move. this town is nice, and i'll miss it. we can walk to two parks here, the river, a few stores, and it's all cozy. but Fair Haven, a mile up the road, is just a little more happening, while still retaining the tiny town charm.

the town we're moving to is larger in area, but it's really just a series of neighborhoods, all built in the latter part of the 20th century, and there's no main street or town center. there's a library, schools, a few restaurants scattered around, and some hotels and businesses. also a big industrial business area, and a fort. the house is much nicer, the yard is 3 times larger, the neighborhood is quiet and clean. but you can't walk to anything, and that makes me a little sad. and the Java Stop won't be on my way to places anymore. i'll have no reason to even drive past there.


11.14

OH. MY. YEAH. i just realized something unbelievable. not only have i never talked about Bob Eubanks in my blog, i didn't even include him in the homage to Men Named Robert!!! (April 8 entry)

Bob Eubanks and Gene Rayburn were the masters of game show hosting. they made their respective shows worth watching, though for very different reasons. Gene was a little silly, affable, always right there in the joke, or at least following on its heels. Match Game was unlike any other game show in style and personality, and Gene was partly why.
the celebrity players played off each other really well, at least at first, but it still wouldn't have been as fun without Gene. he always made it seem like he was enjoying all the activity around him, even when he'd clearly lost control of it.

But Bob was cut from another cloth. Bob was the man. he commanded the ship, though you could tell he often thought it was filled with monkeys, and rarely lost his firm grip on the proceedings. he's the sort of person you'd see in a photo or something, and say "that looks like a successful man." which is why his late-in-life career as a motivational speaker seems like an obvious choice. on The Newlywed Game, Bob was quick with the dry quips, he pitted the newlyweds against each other, pretending to take one side then switching to the other, downright making fun of some of them, yet always in a way that made you love him and want more.

he did a show called Card Sharks for awhile, but it didn't offer the same opportunity for his smart humor. and then he did a "New" Newlywed Game for a few years in the 90s. it was pretty funny, but, of course, newlywed couples behaved differently than those of previous decades, so it just wasn't the same. Bob Eubanks hosted The Newlywed Game from 1966-1974, 1977-1980, 1984-1988 and 1997-1999.


The whoopee king

is there a more recognizable game show tune than The Newlywed Game theme? i think the Family Feud one has to be in second place.

11.13

the power is out as i type this. it's been very windy since a little after midnight, and somehow, that made the electricity--go away. i am down to 51% battery power, which is about 30 minutes on this old friend called apple powerbook. newer ones last much longer, of course.

we lose power a little too often here, if you ask me. it's quite disconcerting, and sometimes lasts for several hours. i live an hour south of New York City, USA, in what is considered to be a very wealthy and powerful community (not that you could tell by walking through this charming but unwealthy neighborhood.) and i am sitting in the dark. well, sorta dark, being that it's daytime. it's overcast, and this house definitely benefits from artificial light even on sunny days. so it's a bit like permanent twilight in here when the lights are off.

y'all, Angel totally rocked last night. i mean. that Denisof guy can totally act. it's time somebody outside of a few fans of this show set about recognizing this. plus it was just a fun, interesting, action-packed episode. so there were a few holes, right? who cares? they were a few holes in the middle of a nice wedge of Jarlsberg, rather than a bunch in that nasty Alpine Lace.

well. i guess there was more to this wind=no power thing than usual. there's a great huge tree laying across the road about a block down the road. it trashed some power lines.

11.12

so, well. i was having a good day and it sorta got shot to hell, right? and then i missed 7th Heaven, so a golden opportunity to make fun of something just passed on by. a day with an emotional crisis but without Reverend Camden; i mean, who needs that? (and if that wasn't remotely funny to you, we have a long road ahead of us, brother.)

but since Angel is on tonight, and it's a Wesley-oriented episode, my day should be turning around pretty soon. maybe not full of the chuckling and hooting and such, but at least plenty of mmmm, Alexis Denisof.

11.11


honesty was a lot tougher than i thought. even for someone who's pathologically open. it's not that i can bring myself to lie about myself, but that i am not always as able to reveal the actual truth as i believed. here's the thing. i want to be read, to be listened to, but not to be categorized, labelled or judged. and to avoid that i will avoid sharing the revelations that i'm burning to share. it's the ultimate frustration. i thought i was better, at least stronger than that. but i hate it when people get me wrong. it's called the burned pot roast analogy at our house. you could make 30 perfect pot roasts, but if you burn one, you are known as the cook who burns pot roast. why pot roast? i dunno, it's just funnier that way.

so if i say one day that i feel xyz, then i fear being known as one of those, you know, xyzers. why do i fear it? two reasons that i can think of; first, i grew up being taught that certain ways were right and certain ways were wrong. that to commit certain actions was to be like one of those people. and i don't ever feel like one of them. whoever they are. i picture them with thin, overwashed hair, over-plucked eyebrows, pegged-leg jeans, and voices harsh from sucking down nicotine since the age of twelve. isn't that the most awful thing? but it's the truth. i don't want to be seen as something i'm not, even though i can make my own fabulously overarching assessments of other people without guilt or remorse. hey, i know it's an issue, but i'm working on it.

the other reason is that, wow, said this before. i am, we are, much more than the sum of our parts. don't call me isolationist or assume i have certain religious beliefs because i homeschool my kids. don't call me immoral or unprincipled because i think it's no one's business when, with whom, or how much sex everyone has. don't call me low-class because my teeth are crooked, don't call me right-wing because i think we should be able to spend, keep and save the money we earn as we choose, don't call me left-wing because i think it's none of your business how and when women choose to bear children, don't call me a hippy because i grow herbs, burn incense, and wear a toe ring, don't call me a hypocrite for eating meat, don't call me a snob because i prefer european sports, expensive libations, music no one plays on the radio and reading books you've never heard of instead of watching sitcoms, don't call me a loser because i like to bowl, a geek because my best friend is my computer, or lazy because my career does not involve business jackets, a cubicle, or a paycheck.

and don't call me bitter just because i'm in a testy mood at the moment. cause, i'm not. i'm just feeling stuck. like, you know, a ship in a bottle.