I was reading what I took to be a lightweight "biography" of Mary Queen of Scots, written by some romance novelist.  Not much of a book in any legitimate sense, but well illustrated with photos of relics, places and so on.  Then I hit what I guess was supposed to be a serious discussion of whether or not Mary was a…

" It’s rings grandiosely,"
I'm sorry, but what does that mean?  Anyone?

I believe in knuckles.

I like The Muppet Christmas Carol.  The scene where Michael Caine is badly singing a song about what he's lost chokes me up.  

Odd.  I thought about Time Machine this morning for some reason.  Oooohhhhh—spooky.
Um, I think maybe I was remembering teaching in a state university that specialized in taking in the rich kids who were too stupid for the good schools, and that brought the Eloi to mind.

England had Julian & Sandy.
Funny how these things work out in the long run.

You could be proactive and tell her you don't want to be friends, now will she tell her boss how good you are.

Please!  Cock fight or nothing.

I'm surprised to find that the Poirots are still in production.  I thought they'd been finished off years since.
Love Suchet, though.  They've never really gotten Marple right, I think.

Happy Harlan is a bit like unicorns.

Probably Ann Coulter.

Kids today, eh?
Get off my damned lawn!

It's the one where Bertie gets into a jolly fix and has to call on Jeeves for help.

Maybe Lt. Doctor, Esq.  He catches the criminals, patches up the wounds he's given them, and then prosecutes them.

I thought Willem Dafoe was the go-to guy for religious icons.

Without the footnotes, of course.

I dream of Drowned Hopes with CGI enhancements.
There's something about the idea of a car full of ping pong balls gliding down underwater railroad tracks—I can see it, I can just see it.

Patrick McManus' Rancid Crabtree stories should have been made into a movie with Scott Glenn playing ol' Rance.
Would have made a terrific family film with enough "adult" elements so parents would get more out of it than their kids.

I see what you did there.

And in older Hollywood, she would have been photographed to minimize the eye.