That’s an album cover worth presenting on its own merits. (Sorry Boys: She’s Engaged)
TCM Remembers Kubrick
Part 2 of Turner Classic Movie’s podcast series on Stanley Kubrick. Produced in conjunction with the Criterion Collection.
Healthy Skepticism
Some years ago, a call on my landline came from someone who sounded like a middle-aged man. He claimed to be fund-raising for a group supporting local law enforcement. I said sure, I’d be happy to donate fifty bucks.
The caller said to leave a check in my mailbox, made out to the alleged organization, and they’d pick it up. I said I would prefer to drop it off at the police station in town. The caller said, “Oh, sh*t” and hung up.
Then there was the time a call came from someone with an Indian accent, claiming to represent the IRS. He said that I owned the government money, and if I didn’t pay it immediately I’d be arrested. To which I said, “Okay, then come and arrest me.” He insisted I was in very serious trouble and I insisted that I wanted to be arrested. After a bit of back-and-forth he gave up.
I no longer bother to answer landline calls. If it’s something valid and important, they can leave a message.
The fact that Donald Trump is once again president is proof there’s a sucker born every minute. So far, I’ve watched only the first story in this Frontline documentary about online scams. Listening to the father’s anguish about his son’s suicide, my immediate thought was, why did he have an unsecured gun in the house?
Been There, Done That
Colleen is having the same funless experience I used to have on the M25 loop outside of London.
Ringo-Go-GO!
Me and Denro caught Ringo’s All-Starr Band show in Boston tonight.
Follow-up: As expected, somebody has posted a good quality video.
Comparatively Presented
A clever and resourceful techie has synchronized multiple sources of two public domain Bob Clampett cartoons. These provide an excellent view into the progression of home video quality since the introduction of VHS by JVC, fifty years ago.
Here’s another one, that’s by far the best, being Clampett’s parody of Fantasia.
Wasn’t that wovwey?