In honor of Canada Day

This Canada Dry commercial by Ann Margret is super-trippy.
I mean really, it sounds like she's making this shit up off the top of her head, doesn't it?
Love it.

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Are You Interested?

Not to brag or anything, but Facebook's handy dandy "Are You Interested" feature for the pathetic and desperate* lets me* know that :

"Clarence", here,

"40 in Plain Dealing, LA is interested in YOU!"

Such a dilemma.
I mean, which do I click?

Yes (anonymous)
Yes (let them know)
Skip

Why isn't there an "all of the above" button?

"Will it mix with Dr. Pepper?"

Today, being rainy and miserable, I stayed in and watched one of my favorite movies of all time,
Auntie Mame. Did I mention I was gay? I don't know if you caught that or not.
Anyway, this is not about the movie. I'm sure you've all seen it, and if you haven't, why are you reading this and not watching it now?
I mean seriously?

No, this post is about me, dammit. Me!
Namely, one of my great fantasies....to be able to redecorate according to my whims, or to signal new life changes. Of course I live in an apartment about the size of Agnes Gooch's bathroom, so that's a bit difficult, but still it's a dream.



The chinese-ish early decor, slightly scary. Actually, I have a screen very much like hers here.

I love this sofa of hers, though it's hard to see. What I like most is her mix of old and new.

I also love how her costumes mirror the decor. One day, I'd like to achieve that too. Maybe I'll reupholster in worn, stained t-shirt material.

After her adoption of little Patrick, things get much more sedate. I love this look, especially those purple lamps..and I kind of hate purple. Go figure. It's kind of a 50s idea of Art Deco.

Mame's bedroom, not my favorite, but I love that headboard.

This is her classical phase. It's nice, but let's talk about Brian O' Bannion here.
Yowza. Even as a little kid my hormones perked up when he and his brogue appeared on screen.

The famous scene when she entertains the Upsons. And she's gone all avant garde.

Jul Ullu's (sp?) moving furniture. The furniture is not my favorite here, but I love this scene.

So funny. And shows perfectly how the decor moves the plot along.

At the end, she's redecorated in a sort of Buddhist/Shangri-La theme. This looks like it could be in a magazine today, doesn't it?

Anyway, that's one of my fantasies, being able to redecorate the way Mame does.

As it is, I do change up the throw pillows every couple of months.

This month, they're green.

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*this picture just never fails to cheer me up.

thrift

I just got back from another trip to the thrift store. Among my purchases were these:

The soundtrack to The Runaways, which I'd really liked when I first saw it.

$2.00

This:

$2.00
I dare you not to buy this. Come on, I dare you.


"America's Greatest Hits", for my trip.
($1.25)
I've already mentioned down there how Lite Rock and Florida go hand in hand (in the sunset...on the beach) in my mind.


I think I love this song of theirs most.

(By the way, I'd never realized this line until I'd really listened:
"Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain"
I wonder if Prince stole the idea from them. Wouldn't doubt it. Oh, also, speaking of Prince, what did I see there but a girl in raspberry beret. No kidding. Short shorts and a beret? Who wears that?)

Lastly, a black trench coat (London Fog). Like I said, it's like 2000 degrees around here, but it was pristine, in perfect condition ....and only 10 dollars. Now that I'm looking at it, it seems too big, but whatever...it was 10 dollars and in perfect condition. On my way to the register I'm thinking, "Now, really, when will I ever need a trench coat?" and almost put it up.

Then...like clockwork, the New-Orleans-after-noon monsoon came. It came down hard. In a few minutes we were all flooded in, huddled at the exit. The electricity went off for a short time. Eventually, (because I really had to pee) I decided to brave it. I put on my new too long trench coat over my shorts, t-shirt and sandals and ran out into the blinding rain, water up to my calves.


Now I'm home drying off, listening to this ^, ok, so maybe trying to listen. and hoping the power would please just go out again. god.

crush

Tonight I went to the newly reopened The Theatres at Canal Place . They've been reopened for a while, but I hadn't been there yet.
I have to say the whole experience was a bit much. Nice, but a bit much. Gone are the toilets that don't flush and the popcorn salt shakers you put on yourself. Now there are (what I like to think of as) stewardesses with iphone like pads instead of paper who take your martini order and bring out tapas in the middle of the film.

Actually, the whole process very like being in a posh airport lounge, the theater being the plane. Except you don't get to go anywhere. The chairs are nice, however.

Anyway, that's not what this post is about. It's about Rebecca Hall.
I saw Please Give, about which I knew nothing, except that Catherine Keener was in it, and it featured lots of midcentury modern furniture. That was enough to get me there....shelling out big bucks to sit in the airport lounge and eat a 13 dollar Manchego cheese flatbread.

The movie was actually pretty good. I think the less you know about a movie the better it usually is. That's probably true of life too, but what do I know.

But let me get back to Rebecca Hall. I'd first seen her in Vicki Cristina Barcelona and loved her there too. She was clearly the plain underdog in that movie, up against Penelope and Scarlett, but that's what I liked about her most. She plays another wall-flower type here, but it's not quite typecasting, I don't think.
I always root for the underdog.

Anyway, I can't figure out what I like about her, but I just do.

just cause

"oh, that crazy indian!"

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r.i.p.

arcane westbankering

As a born and bred Wanker, I can't help but love this*(filmed next to my childhood subdivision).

*the very definition of "something only a weirdo like Jason would care about"