Deb!

Today is the birthday (70th) of the divine Debbie herself, and I feel I'd be remiss without honoring her.
Here's one of her later, under-appreciated songs (with a rather bizarre video)

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Marla! with special guest stars Diana Ross and Michael Jackson

Why yes, it is a Marla Gibbs doll (as 227's "sharp-tongued inner city resident Mary Jenkins")!
 
In its original box.
 
At the public library.
For some reason, however, they wouldn't let me check it out.

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F.M.K. ?

Who would you rather?

1.The Chicago Meatpackers

2.The Men of Mortuaries, 2007

3. Alexis Morell Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan & co.

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just cuz

Bridal Style

The other day, while perusing the library stacks,
I found myself intrigued by this lovely tome of the 80s.

(um...don't ask)

These were the first two photos I saw upon opening the book.  Like an archaeologist, I took a photo and carefully replaced it for posterity's sake.
I hope I didn't disturb the Reagan era layer of dust on top too badly.

(I wonder what he wore at his second marriage, to Tom?)

"A Single Rose Can Be So Special"

What has Jason been reading, you ask?
(Oh, you didn't?
Too bad. I'm going to tell you anyway)

It's Jane Seymour's classic Guide to Romantic Living...which I found in a dusty corner of the library was wafted down by the cherubim into my hands

I've been taking romantic notes and doing my romantic homework. I'm going to be more romantic than you other motherfuckers if it kills me.
Booyah!


So why don't you join me in le Jardin de Max Factor:



I'll fetch you a crumpet.

Here is the cover, laminated for your protection.

Her first romantic paragraph.  

"Seductive Fantasy"   One of countless romantic photos of her.

"A Single Rose Can Be So Special"  
(apparently this picture was "so special" that someone stained the page.....circa 1988)

"Romantic Bath Time in Los Angeles."

"An Exotic Look"

                                                               My favorite passage

Now if you don't mind, I have a locket to finger while gazing moodily into the distance and smiling a tender tragic smile.

Sleeping Beauties

Once upon a time, when I was young, there was no internet.
I know.
The world was dark and terrible then.

Back then, in the ancient of days, I would take any chance I could to wander off into Waldenbooks, hoping to sneak a furtive, desperate glance at this (and other such books), praying no one saw me.
It seems so tame now. 

Anyway, I found this (Ken Haak's Sleeping Beauties) today at a charity book fair, nestled in the "Art book" section. It was 50 cents, so, of course, I had to buy it.

I just have to wonder which poor soul evil queen  died so that this book could finally find its way into my bed?

(Oh, how I would squint desperately at this one, trying to get a faint glimpse of peen. No wonder I need contacts now)

(I always wondered, "what the hell is he doing with that chapstik and change anyway?").

(oh, but these are the images that life long insecurities are made of.)



And they lived neurotically ever after.

Sade-ities

I've been busy lately....in the midst of a dreadful class....with lots of horrible homework.
  Ugh
In the meantime, here are some throwback jams.....one you think you've heard, but you probably haven't.
I know I hadn't. 




I've always said, that if I could be a woman, I'd like to be Sade.
Wouldn't that be great?
Think of how much fun it would be to order at the drive thru with that voice.


Oh, and this one.


I used to have a cassingle (!) of this.
Alas, it was swept off in the storm.
Damn you, Katrina!

recent celebrity sightings

Debbie Harry: performing in the toilet brush 
section of Big Lots

Priscilla Presley: Getting botox at TJ Maxx

Alexis Carrington Colby: about to bitchslap someone 
at Tuesday Morning

Love story

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seen recently

Seen on the bulletin board of the only (I think) mardi gras supply/ethnic food grocery/woodburning pizza kitchen in Bywater.



I'm going to light a can of Aquanet just as soon as I can get there.

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"you silly fool, you can't change your fate...."

So it's been bitterly cold here (well, for here at least).

It takes me an hour to get downtown and to wait in a long, cold line to pay to park, and then walk to the Federal courthouse.

I have to practically undress in the lobby twice a day, (morning and lunch break) for security. I've streamlined my court outfit since: no belt, no watch, slip on shoes. Yesterday, my juror tag caused the machine to all but spark.

Every day this week we sit there listening to the most mind numbingly repetitious testimony from 8am till 5 pm.
I valiantly try to stay awake, though I'm heavily doped on codeine.

I'm deathly sick, coughing up my lungs, with the head cold from hell.
Sometime around 3 pm yesterday, as I instinctively pulled myself from slumping asleep again in jury seat number 1, I realized I couldn't see very well...that huge white board with all the numbers on it was all blurry.
I felt my left eye tearing.
Was I crying from the searing poignancy of maritime law? A trip to the restroom told me, no, it's just god's little gift of pink eye.
WTF.
Are boils and the murder of my children by tent failure next, Jehovah?

Anyway, in good news, on the way home, I've been listening to this---all 4 disks:

Which I finally got. So excited!

There are a number of great arcane tracks here, but this will always be my favorite:



If there is a heaven, when I die (which I will any day now, I'm sure), I fully demand that this song is to greet me there, dammit.

Oh, and roller skates.
Roller skates.

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