Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Gerard’s putting together an album of hot pants. His reason is one word in length: “Because.” In this way, he pays fealty to two of the most honorable and enduring male traditions ever conceived by God or man: Admiring the female limb, and doing things just for the hell of it.
We owe our existence to the proclivity amongst the gentlemen to do those two things. I can’t prove that’s right, but you can’t prove it wrong…and you damn well know it.
Pictured at left is one of my favorite shots about hot pants, and I have many — Natalie Wood, appearing off-camera during the 1969 shooting of Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice. She doesn’t wear this head-turner at all in the movie, save for one scene in a crowded restaurant and dance hall — at which point she meets her husband Bob’s “San Francisco” dalliance face-to-face for the first time. It’s about an hour in, and you get lots of visual exposure of perhaps the most radiantly gorgeous and goddess-like actress of the twentieth century…from the waist up.
Darn those gay cameramen. Oh well. You still wonder what in the hell Robert Culp was thinking when he decided to cheat on her.
I notice lovely Nat made exactly two movies during her career, not counting the child-starlet stuff like Miracle on 34th Street. Yes, she’s credited with more than that…but they’re repeats. She played a troubled maiden struggling to reconcile all kinds of well-intentioned advice from her parents and role models about how to pick the right fella, and she played a housewife who was happy and fulfilled until something happened to cause her to question the purpose and the destiny of the marriage institution. The Last Married Couple in America is one of my favorites, although I was only able to get it on VHS. There are a few fittings of hot pants on Natalie in that movie, too, and she looks fantastic. She had a wonderful pair of pins, and eyes that could dig right into the depths of your soul. There will never be another Natalie Wood.
But back to the subject at hand, lovely looking young girls in hot pants. I’m up to my earlobes in ’em down here in the Sacramento area…and that’s good, because like Gerard I have a Seattle native’s appetite for the look. This is my “whiplash” season. Back in that area where I grew up, I remember you can enjoy the sight from about this time of year, through the last week of August maybe. Ten weeks. Maybe the season will be extended somewhat if you’re near the campus of UW. And, of course, we always lied about the summer season, making it sound even more fleeting so those goddamned Californians wouldn’t come rushing in. Perhaps that effort’s been abandoned by now.
But anyway. I don’t go out much right now…one of us is recovering from surgery and the other one is playing nurse. So I change ice packs all day, do a pathetic miserable job of keeping up on the dishes, and the only two female legs that hold my interest right now are stretched out on the couch beside me. Day and night. And they look plenty good enough as far as I’m concerned; I’m just looking forward to seeing them walk around again.
The rest of you horn dogs can check out whatever you want. Bring on the global warming.
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I am so glad my work in the hellish mines of the hot pants is not going to waste. I have more.
- vanderleun | 06/15/2008 @ 11:25You’re just a bad influence.
- mkfreeberg | 06/15/2008 @ 13:20