“Who’s JoAnn Willette?” Crankenstein asked about an hour ago, glancing at my laptop screen. “Connie Lubbock,” I started to answer, then caught myself — that name wouldn’t ring a bell, either. Despite its religious setting, she never watched Just the Ten of Us as a kid, but it was one of the shows Felix and […]
No, no one’s pregnant, and this isn’t a tin roof, though I plan to build a few shacks that’ll have those. Every time I sat down to work on the cottage’s roof I heard Fred Schneider screech “You’re what?!”, followed by Cindy Wilson’s reply, and now the B-52’s will be lodged in my head overnight
While preparing for Muriel’s checkup today, I received a message from the 3D designer creating my custom “Angels in Chains” figures: they were ready to share their work and solicit feedback. Tweaks were made before I approved the finished product, which will be printed in the coming weeks. The image I’ll share here this evening
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Crankenstein and I were perusing desserts on our most recent jaunt to an Asian supermarket when she plucked a box of wife cakes from the shelf and mused “I might start calling you this.” We deliberately avoided the turtle tanks, lest I have a turtle nightmare — a nod to one of the more infamous
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There are still a couple minor details left to touch up, but here’s a simple boat the curmudgeonly Captain Pete kept on hand for casual use. It has an outboard motor that’s finished but I’m reluctant to glue it in place because it might work better elsewhere. The lighthouse is in 1:24 (or half-inch) scale,
“You are severely sleep-deprived,” Crankenstein said on Sunday. “Maybe that’s why you missed that payment.” To that end, she tried to let me sleep in on Monday morning by going downstairs to feed Muriel, a task I normally handle. Moments later, she returned to wake me up: “I need help. Muriel–” Mentally, I was wide
Last night I was under the gun, having issued a Mayor McCheese press release the evening prior, and felt my only hope for posting the When the Vows Break review before bed was to silence my phone. It had been a couple days since I’d last heard about Youngest Sister’s shenanigans and by my calculations
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Made a video today about my overdue review, Parkinson’s problems, family fun (that is not fun), etc. The living room makes an appearance and you see how my work on the model house progressed throughout the afternoon. It’s not exactly Frederick Wiseman or the Maysles Brothers, but it’s more honest than most recent Netflix-produced documentaries.
Crankenstein requested another old movie tonight and I selected Jacques Tourneur’s Out of the Past, a quintessential noir she hadn’t seen before. There’s not much need to get into its plot, which exemplifies the genre. The title gives you the gist of it: Robert Mitchum’s Jeff Markham, a former gumshoe who got mixed up with
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This evening I introduced Crankenstein to Whirlpool, a 1950 film noir directed by Otto Preminger and starring Gene Tierney as a doctor’s wife who finds herself mixed up in kleptomania and hypnotism before catching a murder charge. Richard Conte, unfairly overlooked among leading men of that era (see: Thieves’ Highway and House of Strangers), plays