Monthly Archives: May 2006

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This weekend’s Bad Girl Bad Movie was the cinematic masterpiece “The Brain That Wouldn’t Die”. The accompanying cocktails were, appropriately enough, filthy martinis (Sinatra-size glasses; extra Queen size olives – it’s a meal in a glass!). The title brain (or head) belongs to the unfortunate girlfriend of a scientist...

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Cruel Sports of the Past: Wrestling TV

A friend of mine is moving to a different city, so he’s paring down his worldly goods. He’s moving in with his girlfriend, who has way better stuff, so he’s only going to move the creme de la crap, which did not include his fairly large and fairly new...

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Travels With Dad: London, March 1991

My father retired to his native England in early 1991, moving in with his beloved Margaret (who still survives at 79, in the same house). I promised him that I’d visit every year, and I did, sometimes twice. In the letter he left me to be read after his...

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DogBlog

Really, I should change my blog’s name to DogBlog, since my almost-dog seems to be my favorite topic these days. I’ve had Miz Rita’s company for almost three weeks straight, so I’m beginning to feel less like the Other Owner (much like being the Other Woman, only without the...

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Campy Camp

The Bad Girl Bad Movie filmfest continues apace at Chez Suzy. Far more exclusive than that tiresome Cannes thing, and featuring classic American B movies and A class American cocktails. Instead of starving yourself to fit into an overpriced gown, you can wear your PJ’s (or, in keeping with...

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Fear of Fashion

“You’re being watched, but you’re unaware of it,” a deep voice says, right outside my window. “Being caught like that…it’s what makes it so exciting for a voyeur.” Well, this is an unnerving way to wake up. Imagine my relief when I peer out the window and see a...

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Mom Musings

My mother had this way of knowing when something was wrong. Seriously. I’d answer the phone, just say, “Hello”, and she’d ask right away, “What’s wrong?” Sometimes I’d try and prevaricate, if I was busy or didn’t want to get into it, but she wouldn’t give up until I...

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The Frivolous Day

What’s the cure for the bad mail bummer? A frivolous day with a fabulous friend! I fled the city in the civilized manner, by train*, and arrived at K’s jewel box of a house just after high noon. Poor K really was working at home, being trapped on a...

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Death & Taxes

My mail is delivered to a post office box. Partly because the building was out of mailboxes when I moved in (remember, no-one is supposed to live here), and partly because I can go and get the mail when I feel like it, instead of having it just appear,...

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Travels With Dad: Paris, May 1984

I really could call these entries “Obsessed with Food & Snobby about Art”! May 10, 1984 Went by the Eiffel Tower (still a yucchy color). Dad, Meg and I climbed to the roof of Notre Dame. Meg and Dad climbed to the bell tower, but I couldn’t bear to...

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On the Street Where I Live

Escorting Miz Rita around has made me notice my surroundings more, especially now that she’s the Dog Detective, meandering along and sniffing thoroughly to discover who’s been there and what they’ve been up to. It seems that investigation is more interesting than chasing the ball these days, though she...

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