Marilyn

“A simple decent-hearted kid whom Hollywood brought down, legs parted.”

-- Director Elia Kazan


“More and more, Marilyn was involving herself with some of the most dangerous men on the planet, power figures who played rough and would stop at nothing. What did a blonde sex goddess mean to them? Some of them regarded her as no more than a whore, an easy lay for them to pick up and discard.”

-- Shelley Winters


“They murdered Marilyn. The amazing thing is why after all these years they didn’t find a reason to murder me, too.”

-- Frank Sinatra

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Is Pop using Viagra?

She stayed the night alright. And what a night!

There were firewors again. But not outdoors. Is Pop using Viagra? Well, no wonder he is a pretty contented dog these days. Not bad at all for a seventy-one year old. He is going out in style.

But I cannot sleep. I moved to the big room, and sleep still would not come. I finally slept for about three hours. I don't suppose it was a coincidence that this was able to happen directly when I let the cats out at five. I'm still running a sleep-deficit, but those three hours saved my day. I am not trappped in zombie-mode.

May I get a good sleep tonight!

LiveJournal

LiveJournal is having serious connectivity issues again. There are no tears sliding down my face. I get some good news and entertainment items on my friends page there, but that's about it.

Debate: when LJ is back on its legs, should I post a link to this scribble blog? Would anyone come?

I think I'm going to finally do it. That way I don't have to worry about catching up on my posting there. If anyone cares, they can check here.

All three cats opt for the bed

All three cats opt for the bed this morning. I am usually charmed by the sight, but now that I am sleeping in this bed more, I worry about it becoming flea-infested.

Marilyn

August 8th, 1962: A very rare recording of the eulogy read at Marilyn Monroe’s funeral by her mentor Lee Strasberg.

Marilyn

Marilyn Monroe photographed by Philippe Halsman, 1952.

Sully

Oh, oh, Sully is turning his Dish site into a paysite. That is some hard news. I get a lot of my most interesting stuff from him, in terms of getting more depth from the news as well as when it comes to general interest items on sex and literature. I can live without it; I don't have a readership that I need to entertain. If my blog gets more personal and less like a pseudo-magazine, maybe that is for the best.

On the other hand, it is only twenty dollars for the year, the price of a single book. We will see how it goes. Not all of his material will be behind the paywall; so I can feel my way around the issue for a few months.

A ten-minute nap

A ten-minute nap, that's it, really?? I had the happy picture in my head of not waking up until after five. I guess I'm just on a cold streak and can't get a break.

scratching the window

Sammy has gotten into the habit of scratching the window.

Ah, hell, I'm going to let him out. It's early in the day and the temperature is fifty degrees. I'll just hope that I can get him back in tonight. Let him tear up a tree or two and get it out of his system.

Me and the Devil

“Words and wisdom that I shall carry with me into the fucking dirt.”

-- Johnny Depp

Mr. Depp is blurbing Nick Tosches’s “Me and the Devil”. The UPS man happily surprised me and dropped off my package a day earlier than expected. The plot: an old man thinks he has discovered how to regain his youth and vitality, by using and killing babes, but he’s really just going insane. Yeah, this is for my nighttime reading, a guilty pleasure kind of thing. I think there is actually a little more literary meat in this one. It should be fun.

my night reading

I was going to try to hold off on the Tosches novel. And read more of "Hamilton" for my night reading. Wanting to make faster progress through that big book. Instead, I have started the novel this afternoon, to give it a good start before the brain-dead hours of the night. YOLO.

a real winter this year

It is never easy to go into a shower on a cold wintry night, but it does feel invigorating afterward.

This feels like a real winter this year. If I recall correctly, last year's winter was very moderate, and we never had a week-long cold snap with the overnight temperatures settling into the freezing thirties. The weather is not expected to warm up until after the weekend.

Poor ducks! I had to throw away another batch of old bread, not being able to make it out to them.

Priscilla

Oh my, Elvis's ex, Priscilla, is dating a much younger man. She is 67 years old and he is forty. This is not as bad as Hugh Hefner, but you instinctively grimace when you first read the news. But, hey, I cannot fault anyone who is able to make a romantic connection. More power to you! It is something I cannot do.

(ONTD)

Daily Fun

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