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Friday, January 02, 2009
Thursday, January 01, 2009
NOT SO UNIQUE
By way of a greeting, Munz sent us what is maybe the greatest ever piece of social indignation in a movie, and a reminder that our current global woes are just more of the same. (Click here.)
The secret words are Mad As Hell
OUR WHACKY UNCLE BILL
On the first day of the year, Uncle Bill is unhappy with his new metal shelves.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
THE ADVENTURES OF MARILYN (Part z90)
In which Marilyn is confronted by an untenable situation but decides to make the best of it. The Reptile Kings of Xanku had, with a burst of their all too frequent capacity for increasing the difficulty of already difficult situations, insisted that not only did Marilyn wear the truly absurd super-heroine costume for the upcoming mission against the Brain Eaters, but that the wholly incongruous garment should be initiated and energized in a ritual ceremony to be performed in front the Xanku I-Corps, who, as far as Marilyn was concerned, resembled nothing more than a scaly crowd of belly-slithering, illiterate sociopaths, seemingly high on cheap energy-enhancing chemical products. As if this wasn’t bad enough, she had only discovered that the accursed outfit was topless just minutes before the start of the festivities at which she had clearly been promised as the star attraction. Under more normal circumstances, she would have dug in her heels and refused to go any further with the charade. The Reptile Kings of Xanku were, however, a crucial – if less than reliable – segment of The Grand Alliance, and, in the interests of the mission, she decided to play along. As she told herself while she smiled her widest, most engaging, if secretly mocking smile, gripped her power-sword, and raised the costume’s vision-mask, it wasn’t the first time she had stood topless in the presence of loathsome snakes.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
THE PASSING OF P&G
The following was sent by Betsy…
Dec. 31 will be your last chance to drink at the famed P&G bar on West 73d Street and Amsterdam Avenue. The 66-year-old Upper West Side watering hole has been forced out of its home and is moving several blocks up, to Columbus Avenue and West 78th Street. This could also be one your last chances to bask in the glow of P&G's great sign. It's not yet clear whether the great neon assemblage will be able to make the move to the former home of Evelyn Lounge, named after Evelyn Nesbit (the Girl in the Red Velvet Swing) who is said to have lived in what will be the P&G's new home.
Click for the full story in the New York Times
For as long as I lived in New York, I would stop by the P&G when I was on the Upper West Side to avail myself of a particularly old school drink or three with an equally old school bartender who was a dead ringer for the actor Hal Linden. And even when passing by in a car or cab, the P&G’s friendly neon provided the alcoholic soul with a Manhattan moment of solace that maybe everything wasn’t as bad with the world as it seemed. I hope there will be a follow-up to this story because Doc40 would like to know if a successful transition was made to the new location and the neon survived the transplant.
The secret word is Yesterday
Dec. 31 will be your last chance to drink at the famed P&G bar on West 73d Street and Amsterdam Avenue. The 66-year-old Upper West Side watering hole has been forced out of its home and is moving several blocks up, to Columbus Avenue and West 78th Street. This could also be one your last chances to bask in the glow of P&G's great sign. It's not yet clear whether the great neon assemblage will be able to make the move to the former home of Evelyn Lounge, named after Evelyn Nesbit (the Girl in the Red Velvet Swing) who is said to have lived in what will be the P&G's new home.
Click for the full story in the New York Times
For as long as I lived in New York, I would stop by the P&G when I was on the Upper West Side to avail myself of a particularly old school drink or three with an equally old school bartender who was a dead ringer for the actor Hal Linden. And even when passing by in a car or cab, the P&G’s friendly neon provided the alcoholic soul with a Manhattan moment of solace that maybe everything wasn’t as bad with the world as it seemed. I hope there will be a follow-up to this story because Doc40 would like to know if a successful transition was made to the new location and the neon survived the transplant.
The secret word is Yesterday
