Monday, September 29, 2003

The Salmon Mousse

It's a Mr. Death or Something...He's come about the reaping...
Death has been wielding a wide scythe of late. Robert Palmer, George Plimpton, Elia Kazan, Donald O'Connor and Althea Gibson in the past week. That's five. I don't know about you, but I'm keeping one eye peeled for the anvils of you're-next. Best parting shot award is given hands down to Donald O'Connor who was reported to say "I'd like to thank the Academy for my lifetime achievement award that I will eventually get." Nothing like a snerk when you're on the off-ramp of life. Well done.

It was a lovely little fish, and it went wherever I did go.....
This has nothing to do with anything. But back in the day, Youngest BrotherTuna and I used to recite the entire poem and laugh like ninny's. Good times. I used to work in the movie industry for many, many, many years. I schlumpffed the popcorn, I sold the tickets, I busted youngins' when they tried to sneak into slasher films, I ran projectors, but I did not do pink minty sawdust duty. That's what underlings are for. I was the queen of the Raisinettes! I remember when Meaning of Life was released. I remember thinking it was hysterical. I still do. I remember having to give out refunds when the guy ate so much that he blew up. (I'm sorry you're upset....Yes of course you may have a refund....Please visit again....May I suggest a viewing of 'All That Jazz'? The open heart surgery scene is extra special...)

Like all public emporiums, the movie theatres attract their own cadre of special guests. One lady I particularly remember was in for a showing of this Monty Python classic. At the end of the film, she was standing in the empty theatre by the wall. She had her popcorn cup and was alternately staring at the wall and hitting it with her popcorn cup. My usher at the time, went in to check the theatre. He asked her if she was ok. She pointed to a screw in the wall, and told the usher "they were sending messages through this." My usher, bless his soul, told her very calmly that scientific experts had been out that very day and had verified the space was safe from alien message transmission. She was content with the answer and went on her way. You have to love people who think on their feet. It was a classic moment.

They haven't said much about the meaning of life so far, have they?
....Well, it's been building up to it...
Personally, I very much doubt if they're going to say anything about the meaning of life at all.
....Oh, come on. They've got to say something...


Nah. I doubt it tonight. My brain slipped into a coma in the middle of the first Trading Spaces...They hated it. It wasn't really what they led us to believe it was going to be in the ads. Oh well. TinyTuna will be happy, because I have Crying Pam on tape now.

I have to leave the room now.....

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