Being old, I saw this when it came out. At the time, especially with the jocular music, and Arlo's narration of the "Massacree," it seemed a light and funny flick. Now, I realize how much darker it is. A lot of disillusion, pain, and loss. Even the events of the illegal garbage dump come across as something not very funny, and actually, a pretty lousy thing to do--drop a bunch of garbage down a ravine and marvel at how the cops and the old "straight people: object to it. The dirt bike stuff was sort of dick-ish, too. Oh well, the tunes are good, though.
I do not see James Broderick's name in the cast. He plays Ray Brock, Alice's partner. He's probably best known today as Matthew's father, or maybe from the TV series Family, but I remember him from when he played The Old Man in two of the Jean Shepherd films WGBH made for American Playhouse in the early '80s. My favorite is The Great American 4th of July and Other Disasters, which unfortunately came out after Broderick died.
Oh, after I commented, I remembered a funny Thanksgiving story from my family from 1984. My aunt was married to a sculptor, they had a house and land in Stanfordville. On said land aunt’s husband grew some amazing pot. He came to Thanksgiving with ounce bags for each of my aunt’s siblings- my Dad, my other aunt and my uncle. My cousin (we were 16 and 17 at the time) walked up and said “where are our bags?” To which her mother answered “ you can have a joint.” My cousin replied “bullshit, I can get a joint in Washington Square Park!”
So, no bags for us. I saw where my father kept his stash, and simply took a baggie and pilfered some for myself. It was intense shit. I brought it to parties and was very popular. When my father wised up to my pilfering, he said “take my pot again and I’ll break your fucking legs.” I continued to take it with no consequences.
Had a lovely Thanksgiving. Bernie exhibited some troubling behavior (well, normal for doggies). She was out in my cousins yard and a dig across the street was barking. Bernice barked back, and sat down staring at the do across the street. I was concerned she would run across the street. I wish Mr lefty was there with me, we could have tag teamed. But she was able to play and was a hit with everyone. I had a lovely time with my cousins.
I have been oh so good this past year. I know I already wrote to you about this, but you are a very busy man and I just wanted to remind you. I and many others would like nothing more than to wake up on Christmas morning with JD Vance as the President.
I hope everyone's holiday was lovely. There's just nothing wrong with Thanksgiving. We gave thanks, ate, drank and watched football all day. I just finished the dishes before I go out into the maul to work for 6 hours. It was a nice day.
I'm just now, unfortunately, catching up on that toxic, colicky toddler, who sadly isn't dead yet.
Today I will boil all the leftover turkey and have broth for soup. And turkey to make enchiladas. It's going to be a few more days of cooking. We sent away most of the leftovers and still have a ton of turkey, it was a 24 lb bird.
I invited my coworker over on account we are friends, and also, with her sister moving back south, it would have been her first all alone since her mom died. I was all uh uh, you come my house and eat the turkey!
She not only brought three bottles of booze, but also helped me do some dishes (cause my nice holiday dishes do not go in the dishwasher). BEST GUEST EVER
My grand nephew, who is 14, helped me set out the food. He was very helpful. Then our 25-year-old friend helped clean up. At 72, I appreciate all the help.
Pro tip: even if you're not still regular masking up, bring one along when traveling in case the person seated next to you on the plane is visibly ill and actively horking up her lungs.
(No, we didn't, and now hubby has a sore throat. I'm probably next.)
I got the flu last weekend, either when ushering at our theatre with lots of little plague rats in the audience, or at the party at the Legion Saturday night. I have been miserable since Tuesday, and now Mr VW is coming down with it.
I'm just so ticked at that woman. She had a flimsy little surgical mask that she wasn't wearing properly and made zero effort to contain her coughs in any way.
Spouse is up-to-date on his shots so maybe this won't be so bad.
But we still have to get home, which is 4 hours on a plane and then a 5 hour drive. (We drove to Toronto for our flight because it's not a holiday here and because they don't regularly shut down the government for weeks on end.)
We had our shots a month ago, but apparently this year's dominant strain wasn't included. They do say it should still help lessen severity, but fuck me this bad enough.
Is this where I can drop a pre-dawn - post Thanksgiving missive? First, I'd like to tell all you Wonks how much fun I had with you guys yesterday. You good Wonks have kept me afloat and able to laugh when the holidays hit. They tend to hit me like a fucking ton of bricks. For so many years I've had you guys pulling me along while mostly laughing...with a few tears thrown in. And then nothing short of a miracle happened. Paul and I met here. We agreed and met IRL. We fell in love. A while back an angry and kinda bitter Wonk said to me in a blast of anger - I'm paraphrasing, but it's the jist - "None of these people are real - just pixels on a screen." I wasn't hurt by this I was blindingly furious. I was so completely taken aback by this woman's words that I knew right then and there I wanted every Wonk that could make it to the cabin to MAKE IT TO THE CABIN! I knew exactly who all of you were/are. I have felt closer to Wonks here in this room than I have to people I've known up close and personal for years. We have grieved the loss of Wonks we held so dear. We have celebrated each others accomplishments. We have fought and we have laughed and we have been here for each other through all of the crazy. And fucking hell kids we've been through crazytown and we're still fucking standing. So, do I think you're pixels? You aren't pixel's (Shy's the pixel! I had to. Not sorry.) I wanted to...no...had to pinch beautiful Wonk cheeks while they stood in front of me. I had to hold you, and hug you, and call all of you George. I asked Paul if he'd like to spend the rest of his life with me. He said yes. I wanted Wonks to witness two Wonks that weren't just pixels standing up there and saying beautiful things to each other. So many of you did make it to the cabin and you made that day for us so so so incredibly wonderful. I have so much to be thankful for and you pixelated fucks are fabulous and I thank you. From the depths of my heart all the love.
Years ago, my friend Dowie had a beautiful Welsh terrier (named Dylan, natch) who grabbed hold of my braid as I stood up from a chair and hung on. There was a photo; wish I had a copy of it.
Being old, I saw this when it came out. At the time, especially with the jocular music, and Arlo's narration of the "Massacree," it seemed a light and funny flick. Now, I realize how much darker it is. A lot of disillusion, pain, and loss. Even the events of the illegal garbage dump come across as something not very funny, and actually, a pretty lousy thing to do--drop a bunch of garbage down a ravine and marvel at how the cops and the old "straight people: object to it. The dirt bike stuff was sort of dick-ish, too. Oh well, the tunes are good, though.
Paul Simon and the Adele SNL bits are wonderful indeed. Thanks, Ziggy!
Spine surgery tomorrow AM. Here is the view from my hospital room:
https://substack.com/profile/2365992-charles-in-san-diego/note/c-182119038?r=1epm0&utm_source=notes-share-action&utm_medium=web
Best of luck to you!
Oh wow. Let us know how you’re doing when you feel up to it, we will be thinking of you!
You are surrounded by the light of healing, which light penetrates and permeates the hearts, minds, and hands of all entrusted with your care.
Thank you for the good vibes.
Be well.
I do not see James Broderick's name in the cast. He plays Ray Brock, Alice's partner. He's probably best known today as Matthew's father, or maybe from the TV series Family, but I remember him from when he played The Old Man in two of the Jean Shepherd films WGBH made for American Playhouse in the early '80s. My favorite is The Great American 4th of July and Other Disasters, which unfortunately came out after Broderick died.
James Broderick's name is listed in the opening and closing credits of the film.
Apropos nothing, any time I see "Charli XCX" my cray cray brain thinks, but in roman numerals isn't that just "C"?
XC (90) + X (10) = C (100) 🧐
Yes, yes, I'm a solid "me generation" freak at 60 years young, so the younger gens are un-understandable enigmas to me...
Oh, after I commented, I remembered a funny Thanksgiving story from my family from 1984. My aunt was married to a sculptor, they had a house and land in Stanfordville. On said land aunt’s husband grew some amazing pot. He came to Thanksgiving with ounce bags for each of my aunt’s siblings- my Dad, my other aunt and my uncle. My cousin (we were 16 and 17 at the time) walked up and said “where are our bags?” To which her mother answered “ you can have a joint.” My cousin replied “bullshit, I can get a joint in Washington Square Park!”
So, no bags for us. I saw where my father kept his stash, and simply took a baggie and pilfered some for myself. It was intense shit. I brought it to parties and was very popular. When my father wised up to my pilfering, he said “take my pot again and I’ll break your fucking legs.” I continued to take it with no consequences.
Ah, stealing from the older folks stash: Oh, to be 13 again!
Awesome story! Glad your legs are intact, whole and hale 🫡
LOL, nice!
Had a lovely Thanksgiving. Bernie exhibited some troubling behavior (well, normal for doggies). She was out in my cousins yard and a dig across the street was barking. Bernice barked back, and sat down staring at the do across the street. I was concerned she would run across the street. I wish Mr lefty was there with me, we could have tag teamed. But she was able to play and was a hit with everyone. I had a lovely time with my cousins.
From "Girl with the Dogs", Vanessa gives a deaf doggie a glow-up:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2whaf5L61w
Dear Santa,
I have been oh so good this past year. I know I already wrote to you about this, but you are a very busy man and I just wanted to remind you. I and many others would like nothing more than to wake up on Christmas morning with JD Vance as the President.
Thank you in advance,
PG
Not me. Hoping for a two fer and that Mike the Pharisee gets a crack at moralizing the people's house.
Ain't no one like him so it would be for the lolz Also, a three fer seems a bit greedy
I want Trump to be alive when ALL of this regime's sins gets exposed. Incase that doesn't happen, all of them - including JD, need to be IN PRISON
I hope everyone's holiday was lovely. There's just nothing wrong with Thanksgiving. We gave thanks, ate, drank and watched football all day. I just finished the dishes before I go out into the maul to work for 6 hours. It was a nice day.
I'm just now, unfortunately, catching up on that toxic, colicky toddler, who sadly isn't dead yet.
I decided I would ignore him until monday, or until Wonkette does an article, whichever comes first
Today I will boil all the leftover turkey and have broth for soup. And turkey to make enchiladas. It's going to be a few more days of cooking. We sent away most of the leftovers and still have a ton of turkey, it was a 24 lb bird.
Also, too the kitchen will get a good scrubbing.
I invited my coworker over on account we are friends, and also, with her sister moving back south, it would have been her first all alone since her mom died. I was all uh uh, you come my house and eat the turkey!
She not only brought three bottles of booze, but also helped me do some dishes (cause my nice holiday dishes do not go in the dishwasher). BEST GUEST EVER
My grand nephew, who is 14, helped me set out the food. He was very helpful. Then our 25-year-old friend helped clean up. At 72, I appreciate all the help.
By the time I am 72, other people are going to be doing the cooking.
I have decided this
Pro tip: even if you're not still regular masking up, bring one along when traveling in case the person seated next to you on the plane is visibly ill and actively horking up her lungs.
(No, we didn't, and now hubby has a sore throat. I'm probably next.)
Ah, shit....
I got the flu last weekend, either when ushering at our theatre with lots of little plague rats in the audience, or at the party at the Legion Saturday night. I have been miserable since Tuesday, and now Mr VW is coming down with it.
Shit--sorry.
I'm just so ticked at that woman. She had a flimsy little surgical mask that she wasn't wearing properly and made zero effort to contain her coughs in any way.
My brother and SIL both got whatever is going around. Fortunately, they weren't too ill for too long.
Spouse is up-to-date on his shots so maybe this won't be so bad.
But we still have to get home, which is 4 hours on a plane and then a 5 hour drive. (We drove to Toronto for our flight because it's not a holiday here and because they don't regularly shut down the government for weeks on end.)
We had our shots a month ago, but apparently this year's dominant strain wasn't included. They do say it should still help lessen severity, but fuck me this bad enough.
Just posted Part 31 of 'Lemon Curry?'
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63137906/
No additional furry art, as what I posted earlier is Adult-rated.
Congratulations!
Thank you! Three more chapters to go!
Is this where I can drop a pre-dawn - post Thanksgiving missive? First, I'd like to tell all you Wonks how much fun I had with you guys yesterday. You good Wonks have kept me afloat and able to laugh when the holidays hit. They tend to hit me like a fucking ton of bricks. For so many years I've had you guys pulling me along while mostly laughing...with a few tears thrown in. And then nothing short of a miracle happened. Paul and I met here. We agreed and met IRL. We fell in love. A while back an angry and kinda bitter Wonk said to me in a blast of anger - I'm paraphrasing, but it's the jist - "None of these people are real - just pixels on a screen." I wasn't hurt by this I was blindingly furious. I was so completely taken aback by this woman's words that I knew right then and there I wanted every Wonk that could make it to the cabin to MAKE IT TO THE CABIN! I knew exactly who all of you were/are. I have felt closer to Wonks here in this room than I have to people I've known up close and personal for years. We have grieved the loss of Wonks we held so dear. We have celebrated each others accomplishments. We have fought and we have laughed and we have been here for each other through all of the crazy. And fucking hell kids we've been through crazytown and we're still fucking standing. So, do I think you're pixels? You aren't pixel's (Shy's the pixel! I had to. Not sorry.) I wanted to...no...had to pinch beautiful Wonk cheeks while they stood in front of me. I had to hold you, and hug you, and call all of you George. I asked Paul if he'd like to spend the rest of his life with me. He said yes. I wanted Wonks to witness two Wonks that weren't just pixels standing up there and saying beautiful things to each other. So many of you did make it to the cabin and you made that day for us so so so incredibly wonderful. I have so much to be thankful for and you pixelated fucks are fabulous and I thank you. From the depths of my heart all the love.
Holly
Holllyyyy <3<3<3
I am thankful for having met you. Thanks for inviting us in, sorry about the glass rings on the coffee table
Hey there YOU! We may try again next year. FSM willin' and the creek don't rise.
((HUGS)) gorgeous.
And then the murders began.
She fucked with Wonks. I wasn't gonna stand still. I have bears in the yard and I know how to use them.
RELEASE THE BEARS
Always be snarking.
We may be only pixels, but dammit we're the best pixels.
Only the best pixels!
He's a fan!
https://bsky.app/profile/rrosenthal.bsky.social/post/3m6nlshru6s2u
Years ago, my friend Dowie had a beautiful Welsh terrier (named Dylan, natch) who grabbed hold of my braid as I stood up from a chair and hung on. There was a photo; wish I had a copy of it.
Good morning!
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Bah. One neighbor short, too. One of these days I will study.
There's now a practice mode in the drop-down menu. My god it has upped my game considerably.