Happy Birthday to...

Bette Davis. This isn't just any birthday. It's her 100th. That woman could turn butter to stone. I'm not sure what that means, but it seems like something that would be difficult to do unless you had the power of the universe behind you. She made dozens and dozens of films and claimed to have given the Academy Award statue the name of Oscar because the little guy's bum looked just like the bum of her husband whose middle name was Oscar.

The week that Clarence Thomas was approved as a associate justice of the Supreme Court, advocates for women's rights were so disturbed, and the cast of Designing Women showed their disgust. At the end of that week's episode, Dixie Carter and Annie Potts dressed as Davis and Joan Crawford in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane at their worst. It was memorable, mainly because Bette Davis was memorable in nearly every role she tackled.

There are a lot of Davis quotes out there, but this one sums up her opinion of herself:

"I'm the nicest goddamn dame that ever lived."

Cindy Loo Who In October

What is it with people and Cindy Loo Who? Of my last one hundred blog hits, forty have been direct visits from regular readers, and fifteen have been as a result of people searching for "Cindy Loo Who," the little pixie from Seuss's How The Grinch Stole Christmas . A couple of years ago, I posted an image of the original Seuss illustration as compared to the TV cartoon image, and for some reason, that post is bringing in the crowds, relatively. Maybe it's the weather. It isn't even November yet, and already we've had frost and have had to dust off our winter coats. When it gets cold like this, I start to think about Christmasy things like listening to Nat King Cole and decorating the tree. It's ironic because I am offended when retailers start pushing holiday stuff early, but I don't mind my own private celebrations. When my sister and I were much younger and still living with our parents, we would pick a day in July, close the curtains to darken the ...

I'm In the Paper Today

Here is an article in today's Small Town Newspaper.

The Ultimate Storyteller—in Life AND in Death

I wrote about The Autobiography of Mark Twain in yesterday's edition of Small Town Newspaper. You can read it here , if you want. This is the photograph I had in mind while I read Clemens' dictations. He really was a masterful storyteller, even when rambling on about the poorly designed door knobs in Florence or in describing the Countess Massiglia, who he described as a "pestiferous character." About her, he said, “She is excitable, malicious, malignant, vengeful, unforgiving, selfish, stingy, avaricious, coarse, vulgar, profane, obscene, a furious blusterer on the outside and at heart a coward.” And I laughed out loud.

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