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RIP, Sir

Michael Kidd choreographed one of my all time favorite dance sequences ever commited to film, the Murder Mystery in Jazz segment from “The Bandwagon.” I posted a clip of it back when I got into my love of Cyd Charisse but in honor of Mr. Kidd’s passing:

RIP, Sir.

A Belated Christmas Gift for You

Aside from the tire blow out I had late Saturday night in the desolate warehouse section of downtown LA (or as the AAA dispatch guy said, “So you’re betweeen the aqueduct and the train tracks?”) it’s been a delightful vaca thus far. Totally mellow. I’m off until the 7th but I think it’ll [...]

brb (again)

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Heading up the mountain to get my white Christmas fix, have some food with old friends and maybe get in a little climbing in JTree tomorrow. Not sure when I’ll be back round these parts but till then, I hope all ya’lls have joyful, food filled, stress free holidays.
Oh, and…?
Once more, with feeling…

Uh… Hooray?

So Stewart and Colbert are back on January 7th. Without writers. I’m…? I don’t know what I am. I’ve missed “The Daily Show” desperately but how can it be “The Daily Show” with out the writers? Is Jon just going to adlib and interview? Turn on CNN and make [...]

Tis the Season

I was going to wait till Christmas day, proper, to post this but I spent the morning finishing a review of “Dexter” for Pajiba and now I have to drive ’round town delivering gifts ‘n shit for the boss man (gah). So I have nothing to say and no time to say it. [...]

I Can’t Stop Singing and Laughing

Shits kids. I’ve been singing and laughing to myself all day. While I don’t guffaw as heartily as the first time I saw it, it still makes me laugh audibly. Will it ever get old?

Baby, One More Time?

I generally avoid the tabloid fodder round here as I just don’t care that much and others do it funnier. When I find myself caring it’s generally out of bafflement.
Are studio teachers not required to teach sex ed? Are the Spears devout Catholics? Or do they just not have birth control [...]

I’m Not There…

…and how I wish I was. There’s Maroma. My trip was beyond my wildest expectations. Well, ok not completely. I had hoped to meet some dashing, single, hedge fund manager who could fly me to NYC on the weekends all Sugar Dad like. Alas, twas not to be. Aside from [...]

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