Friday, August 29, 2014
...And Hello Kitty is not a cat. At the risk of continuing the feline trend earlier this week, I feel obliged to note how thoroughly my mind has been blown by this startling news from the good people at Sanrio.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Let's not even address the oddity of encountering an Amy Winehouse Siamese while actually in Siam; what troubles me is whether there's any significance to the fact that Her Majesty is prey and the other two predators. That only one was actually a Rock Star (before becoming a ChocStar) pales in comparison.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Who knew? In these parts, Blythe is a spokesmodel with her own hair color line. It's about time the big-eyed one got one over on that damn Barbie Roberts and her endless merchandise machine.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
So all this time we've been going through the move - and even as we dwell in the resulting chaos - I've been dreading what comes next. I honestly didn't even really start putting it all together until I went back to work on Thursday, but now the reality of it is coming at me just like an American President Line ship bearing down on a little Siamese fishing vessel.
Friday, August 15, 2014
This hasn't been the brightest shining week hereabouts, what with one thing and another, so it's nice to take a moment and experience some pure joy. The picture had its premiere at Grauman's Chinese 75 years ago today, and I hope you'll agree that it really rather holds up.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
He made the leap from television to movies, and then went on to make a lot of them. Probably too many, truth be told, and many of them not very good. The snap above is from one not all that much better than some, but I'm fond of it, not least because he looked so wonderful - the youthful mischief carried more calmly than before, the wildness disciplined. How hard it must be for such a natural clown to play - as it were - the straight man and let others take the reins, outrageously; and yet he did it well. Shortly thereafter, something seemed to go wrong, physically; the look, once so lush and in service of the role at hand, because harsher, pinched somehow. Neither comedy nor pathos seemed to work so well as once they had.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Ah, it's another antic Sunday night out there in TVland (whatever day of the week it is here in these lower realms), and I thought it might be fun to look in on an encounter with today's birthday girl, 103 today.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
I realize that I'm probably boring you with my sudden infatuation with all things MerriweatherPostian, but when life is as vexing as is ours at the moment, one does find consolation in the contemplation of beautiful things.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Sometimes things just fall in your lap, if only metaphorically. Today, you see, is the start of Eid el-Fitr, the celebration that follows the end of Ramadan. Among other things, that means that Mr. Muscato can wake up tomorrow morning and have breakfast at the beginning rather than the end of the day, and I can stop having to sneak around pretending to drink white or red grape juice (fooling no one).
Thursday, July 24, 2014
I hope you'll pardon, Gentle Readers, the quality of this image, imperfect as it is, given the sheer treasurability of what it portrays. The year is 1968, and Lady Bird is in Palm Beach as the guest of Mrs. Marjorie Merriweather Post, then wintering at her modest little cottage, Mar-a-Lago. Why she has chosen to accessorize her swoop-ti-doo-sleeved gown and pearls with what appears to be a Play Wig is an enigma lost in the mists of social history.