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Another classic.


Yes, the husband found another classic horror film while eating lunch the other day.



The Green Slime, circa 1968. By the time I tuned in the slime had turned into tentacled creatures…



And the perfectly coiffed nurses were desperately trying to save the injured.



The creatures were relentless. Think Jehovah Witnesses…. they never give up.



There was hand wringing and high pitched shrieking and numerous quivering lips.



But never fear ladies, the hero has a high tech gizmo cart which will save the day.



Only it didn’t…



And the space station was soon in peril.



Mission control had no answer.



So an escape pod was launched.



But no! There were creatures outside ready to block its path.



Cue the hero and his handy dandy ray gun… he barbecued them.



And then, just when you thought it was safe…. creatures were interfering with lift off on the bridge.



Our hero battled bravely…



Or maybe he experienced an interstellar orgasm, it’s hard to tell…. either way, he sacrificed himself for the greater good. The pod escaped.

And the station with all the burning creatures went down in flames.



Yes sir.

A classic piece of cinema.


What is it with men and old westerns?


They say there’s a little boy in every man….. and if that’s true?

Mine is playing cowboys and Indians.

Left to his own devices, my husband could easily watch the western channel 24 hours a day.  I know…. because True Grit, Fort Apache and Rio Bravo have been the background soundtrack to my life for the past 36 years.

He likes westerns, ergo he likes John Wayne.

Not as a real person, he neither knows nor cares who that was….. but rather as an idealized portrait of what a real man is supposed to be. At least on screen.

So when we went to Lowes the other day and were standing on the check out line? You know he had to grab this:



“Manly meals”.

I’m sure you can hear my eyes rolling from there.



Who knew my husband wanted to be a cookout legend?

The man who has never read a recipe in his life, but had to buy this book. And may I just say?

I was not impressed.




That is the saddest excuse for steak I’ve ever seen. And with pesto made from cilantro as an accompaniment? The Duke and his horse should be run out of town with their heads hanging down in shame.




Now correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t Texas do everything up big?

If so, these are misnamed…. because those are the skimpiest, most pathetic tacos to ever grace a shell.

And I’m from Maine.

We fill our tacos with haddock and lobster… what do we know?

I’ll spare you the Gun Smokey Barbecue Chicken and the Ringo Kid’s Skirt Steak, but suffice it to say I doubt any of Wayne’s dishes will ever make it to our table.

And now, because this is my blog and you know I can’t help myself…. here’s one final picture of the quintessential manly man.

You can thank me later.







So wrong…. it’s right.


My husband watches television to relax.

And while he’s usually knee deep in the news or old westerns, occasionally there will be a bit of classic cinema thrown into the mix.



Last week?

It was The Giant Claw.



Alternate title? When Dr. Seuss goes horribly wrong.



I mean come on.

Only a mother could love that face.



Engineer Mitch MacAfee (Jeff Morrow) spots a UFO while directing a study at the North Pole. But when the Air Force arrives they find nothing on radar, throwing Mitch’s reputation into doubt. But soon many airplanes are reporting attacks by a UFO, which turns out to be a giant speeding bird from outer space. Along with mathematician Sally Caldwell (Mara Corday), Mitch tries to determine a way to stop the bird, which has a force field that renders all weapons useless.


Yup. It was a classic.

Big Bird terrorizes New York.



Here he is attacking the United Nations.



1950’s people were running.




Which seemed to please the bird to no end.






Yeah, he liked those too.



But never fear, these scientists will save the day.



The world is counting on them.



Bird was not impressed.



But look at all those high tech tubes and toggle switches!

It was only a matter of time.



The Giant Claw was toast…

And slowly sunk into the Hudson River.


Spam… glorious spam!


We all get it, but lately?

Mine has taken a turn for the worse.




Like this one:

2 days ago


Bird brains.

This post makes me remember a bad joke: Save your breath… you’ll need it to blow up your date.. we are making a flick about this. book for free here! -> https://surprise-me-playlists.herokuapp.com/


A movie about blow up dates?

Makes me glad all the theaters are closed.


a day ago


Gender reassignment.

This post makes me remember a bad joke: What do you give the blonde that has everything? penicillin.. we are making a tv series about this. book for free here! -> https://surprise-me-playlists.herokuapp.com/


Ditto the tv series about the slutty blonde.

Aren’t there enough of those already?


13 hours ago·



Important update..

I am final, I am sorry, there is an offer to go the other way.


No apologies necessary.

Take the offer.



a day ago


Behold the majesty.

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Honestly, where does this stuff come from? And why does a post about the baby barn attract it?  A dark web group that gets off on crooked walls and uneven doors sounds extremely pathetic.



2 days ago


Pandemic humor.

Statutory rape is the unlawful sexual penetration of a victim by the defendant or the defendant by the victim when:
The X Story Player offers one of the most realistic, fully immersive adult virtual sex games on the market.
So, you’re not into casual sex? Fine, I’ll put on a tux and we can call it formal sex.

Yes, I can see how a tuxedo would make all the difference.






a day ago·



Say it isn’t so Apple….

How a long way a Gemini chick attained a Gemini females, do you have?

Need to know the thin on why is your partner’s beat?

Wanting my tongue in oral cavity horoscope.


I don’t even know how to respond to this one.

But now I’m wondering if there’s a scope named after whores.

Because I have too much time on my hands this afternoon.


If you have predictive text on your cell phone, grab it and let’s play.

Remember The Princess Bride movie?

No, I don’t either. But apparently there’s a quotable line from the film that goes like this….




So a Facebook friend of mine tagged me to play the 2020 version.

Start texting My name is…..

You killed my….

Prepare to….

And let predictive text do the rest.


My results:

My name is not the big barn.  ( seriously, that’s what I got! )

You killed my husband and he didn’t even know.  ( it’s true he’s not very observant, but still. )

Prepare to be a little more than the kale.  ( I seriously hope I’m a lot more than that foul weed. )

Not kidding, that’s what it said.




Apparently my iPhone is freakishly tuned in to my life.

Which if I stopped laughing, might make me a little worried.






Quality viewing.


I’m beginning to think Direct TV is screwing with me.

They know I’m stuck at home and subject to my husband’s absolute control over the remote during the quarantine.

The reason I know this?



All the quality programming they’re providing.

Last weekend?



It was Robbie the Robot in Forbidden Planet.

A classic the husband just had to watch.

Lucky me.



Have you hugged your robot today?

The last supper….. in Williamsburg.


This is for the food (and drink) people.

An entire post devoted to our final meal in Virginia. (That’s 2 in 3 days so no more complaining!)



(On a side note, it was Bogart day last Sunday and the husband and I did nothing but eat, drink and watch the classics.

The Maltese Falcon. Key Largo. The Caine Mutiny. African Queen. And my all time favorite movie … Casablanca. I cry at the nightclub scene when they drown out the Germans by singing La Marseillaise… every damn time! Good stuff.)

But back to food.

After spending 8 hours in an antique store that day I was in dire need of a cocktail.

Or eight.




And when I saw a sign for Eddie Romanelli’s?

I may have squealed.

I didn’t think this was a chain, but there was one in Wilmington, North Carolina we used to make a pilgrimage to every other month when we lived down south. Their Crabmeat Cannelloni in Carolina Shrimp Sauce?

To die for.




We sat at a high top in the bar area because of it’s… ya know.

Proximity to the cocktails.




Prickly pear margarita?

Come to mama….




Sadly the crabmeat wasn’t on the menu, but the fresh baked bread with herbed olive oil was wonderful.




As was the Caesar salad.




And the sparkling Tuscan lemonade. Fresh, crisp and quite delightful.




Husband had a juicy charbroiled steak with garlic sauteed spinach…




While I indulged my inner Italian with some pasta…. drenched in garlic Parmesan cream and loaded with grilled chicken, mushrooms and peas.

Were there more cocktails?





And damn that waitress for not clearing them as fast as I could drink them.




I’m going to blame the cocktail consumption for this last picture I took on the way back to the resort….




Because I have no idea what it is…

Or what it was supposed to be….

But trust me, it was fabulous.







John Wayne and $40 text messages.




This cute little building was next up on our tour of the Sedona Heritage Museum.




Admittedly it didn’t look like much upon entry.

But then the husband saw this…




And I can’t swear to it, but I think he might have orgasmed right then and there.




Because as much as I love history, including that of the old west… I despise the old Hollywood westerns. The inaccuracies, the one dimensional characters, the predictable plots? You can have them.




Yes, I know… it’s unAmerican. So sue me. But the soundtrack to my 35 year marriage has been Rio Bravo, Eldorado, and The Sons of Katie Elder.  If  I never see another John Wayne movie?  I will die a happy woman.




But for the husband to be standing in the actual telegraph office building that was used to shoot The Angel and the Badman?

To walk where Wayne walked?



Yeah, that looks about right.




The studios made a lot of movies in Sedona back in the day, and while the husband was happily reading about the fake west….




I found an early Xerox machine from the real one.

Dare ya to print a copy of your butt on that!




And being a telegraph office, naturally there was telegraph machine.




But holy crap!

I never realized it was so expensive to send a message back then. $40 for a 10 word text? I’d be on the streets in no time flat.

And speaking of the old days…




Yes sir.

You really had to want it.