Friday, January 02, 2009

LET'S CALL IT A REUNION SHOW (AKA, YES, I'M GONNA GO FOR IT)

Here we are. The day, the event, the arrival of which I've been portending, trumpeting, advertising for a week now. Not-quite cryptic hints of some return, of a comeback of sorts. And what is it, this promised-for moment? The New Year? Renewal, rebirth, a fresh start, a rise from hibernation. Days waxing sunnier and all that shit?

(Do I hear a "hope springs eternal"?)

But that's not what this is all about.

No. You see, it's also a Friday. Yes, Friday. And think of what Fridays have meant. In fact, think of younger days when Friday might have meant going to see your favorite band play at the local haunt. A college band.

And I don't mean "college music" in the sense we used back in the 80s. Not REM or Camper Van Beethoven or Echo & the Bunnymen. No, I mean one of those real small-time, very local college bands that no one outside your clique (pronounced "click," not "cleek," goddamn it) knew about. A band that wasn't that good and you knew it. And the guys in the band knew they weren't that good either. That's why they stopped thinking about "making it," and slowly began to focus on school, on getting jobs, on settling down, whatever. Life went on.

But that doesn't change the fact that they were your band. You knew the songs. The riffs, the rhythms, the moves. The schtick. Knew them like your own thoughts. Friday night, baby. Get loaded, meet up with the gang, head to the club. Art? No. Talent? Doubtful. But fun? Yeah. Sure. Especially if you were loaded enough.

So imagine yourself back in your old college town on a winter vacation, say. Strolling around the old haunts years later and discovering that the old band was playing a gig that Friday night. For old times sake. Because . . . well, because they too were on vacation and wanted to give it a whirl, just for fun.

Well, that day (that one day) is here. In a way.

Because once upon a time, as the four of you still reading this rambling post know, I used to blog on a regular basis. I was about as talented in my writing and pontificating as those half-drunk goons from the college bar band, but you, for whatever reason, came by to read me blather on. If so, then you also know that the one arguably only worthwhile thing I wrote was a weekly riff on semi-memorable, less-than-semi-good flicks from the not-so-distant past. A past filtered through the haze of nostalgia for those of us somewhere in the vaguely-defined late Boomer/Gen X/Gen Y world.

And then it all stopped. You knew it would, and it did. In fact, this post was the last of its kind to appear on the pages of this-here blog. On April 13, 2007. Three days before I started my current job.

And why am I telling you this? Why have I long-windedly reduced you to a quivering lump of jelly as I wallowed in the turgid passages of my own sepia-toned blogging glory? Why am I reliving those days as if anyone but me gave them more than two seconds' thought? As usual, I have no fucking idea. Enough with the questions, ok?

Instead, sit back, relax, enjoy the long weekend before you (and I) head back for another work year on Monday, and allow me take you down the holiday road to the recent past with an unexpected, unsolicited (as always), and uncensored revisitation of a venerable tradition that ended well before its time. Ladies and gentleman, may I present for your coffee-supping enjoyment, the a Friday Silly Movie Of My Youth Of The Day.

(And since I'm on vacation, might as well make it . . .)

Vacation

1983. Chevy Chase still in his comedy movie headliner moment, but barely. A few years past Caddyshack; not quite ready for Fletch. In other words, in full transition from the "I know he's not funny, but he is a top-line star" phase of his career to the "Holy shit, how was this guy ever a comedy movie A-lister???" stage . . . which lasts to this day.

In fact, when I woke this morning my first three thoughts were: (i) "No work today, woo-hoo"; (ii) "41 years-old I still arise ready . . . for action; weird thing being a guy, huh?"; and (iii) "how the fuck was Chevy Chase ever a Hollywood star???"

Like so many other phenomena of the 70's and early 80's, including disco pants, "Welcome Back Kotter," and the AMC Gremlin, Chevy's success remains difficult to understand and impossible to explain. I mean, in most decades we expected our top-line comedy stars to be . . . you know, funny. Eddie Murphy, Will Ferrell, Bob Hope, the Marx Brothers. Hell, in the 50's people thought Jerry Lewis was funny. But even as the 70's were in full swing, no one thought Chevy Chase was funny. He was goofy. He was an idiot. He did that sorta' Chevy Chase thing in every performance, but it wasn't funny.

(Some day your kids will ask a question that'll cause more discomfort than "where do babies come from?" They'll ask you explain what the hell you were wearing in that camp photo from 1979. And then they'll ask about your hair style. Strange decade. But let's get back to the flick.)

I'm pretty sure I didn't see Vacation until 1984. On cable, of course. 1984 was late night cable heaven for me. The seminal comedies of my youth, as well as the "seminal" Skin-a-max vehicles that got me though the dark & lonely nights of un-cool high schooldom. This one, at least in theory, fit into both categories. As I sat down to watch it, I was as ready as when I woke up this morning.

Because I knew that Christie Brinkley, for fuck's sake, was in this one. Christie Brinkley! Mrs. Billy Joel, the Uptown Girl. Scroll back up and look at the movie poster. Chevy Chase's body did not look like that.

But Christie Brinkley's did! Not to mention, since I was a Sports Illustrated subscriber, Christie and I were already on very intimate terms. And I knew from previews and word-of-mouth that there was some sort of skinny-dipping scene.

Christie Brinkley. Skinny-dipping scene. Oh my.

But since you've all seen this one you know where that led: not oh my, but oh no.

Which reminds me. When -- oh when! -- will movie critics learn not to say things like, " . . . and then Clark and the girl in the Ferrari jump fully nude into the hotel swimming pool"?! I mean, I guess that description is technically correct, as far as the film crew and the actors are concerned, but in terms of meeting the slobbering expectations of the teenage boy (or fully-grown man) viewing the movie, that's false-advertising of the very worst kind. Let's just say that Clark's leap into a freezing-cold pool had symbolic resonance for many guys watching that scene for the first time.

But enough of the tragedy and complaining, shall we. Let's get to the core of it. I loved this movie. I thought it was hilarious. For seasons that remain unclear I thought it was real smart and clever too. I even made my parents watch it with me after I'd seen it about three or four times, and to my enormous chagrin they saw every joke coming miles ahead. And these were not film sophisticates by any means. Oh well.

Anyhow, I've rambled long enough, and you all know all about the movie anyway. So we might as well get to it. Let's look at the Cast:

Beverly D'Angelo, who I remember mostly for two extremely gratuitous topless scenes (the shower and the pool). Beverly was ah'ight, I'm sure we can all agree. She played Sheila in Milos Forman's odd-and-misguided-but-strangely-entertaining 1979 reworking of Hair. She had a gratuitous topless scene in that one too; at least in the Broadway version of that famous tribal love-rock musical, gratuitous nudity was part of the point.

D'Angelo's third ever movie role was in Annie Hall as an actress in the scene where Tony Roberts adds laugh tracks to the laughless sit-com he's producing. She was also in Paternity, from Burt Reynold's hideous post-Smokey & the Bandit career. We already touched on that nearly two years ago.

Imogene Coca was moderately funny as Aunt Edna. She was, of course, a legitimate comic legend in her earlier days on Your Show of Shows. While Sid Caesar receives the credit for starring in, and writing much of the show, it was nonetheless a veritable breeding ground for much of America's top post-war comedy. In addition to Caesar and Coca, among the writers and actors were: Mel Brooks (I think we can agree we don't need a hyperlink for Mel. If you don't know who he is, you have no business reading this post), Larry Gelbart, Neil Simon, and Carl Reiner (comic gold in his own right and father of The Meathead, making him the grandfather of This Is Spinal Tap, I suppose).

Randy Quaid was funny in Vacation, playing a cliched version of a hick for all it was worth. I love the scene where he gives Clark the white shoes. Randy's first film was The Last Picture Show. Nice. He also made his way into such other fine fare as Midnight Express -- Warning: do not view if you're squeamish about sodomy at the hands of fat Turkish prison wardens, easily offended by half-crazed guys biting off ears (Mike Tyson was in Midnight Express?), or disappointed at how thoroughly un-erotic it is to view a guy jerking off in a public place while his pretty girlfriend rubs her naked tits (teenage boy "naked," not film critic "naked") on a the glass of a prisoner-guest window. But otherwise, by all means please watch this joyous, uplifting film.

Quaid, however, also appeared in Independence Day, in which he saved humanity by flying his jet fighter into the guts of an alien space ship, or something like that. Oh well.

Anthony Michael Hall is definitely this entry's winner of the "Can I Have This Career Over Again?" sweepstakes. He may have been the best thing going in Vacation: impeccable comic timing, very funny facial expressions, a good rapport with Chevy Chase, he was great. And at the time, it was but one move from what looked to be an untouched, high-stepping dash to the end zone. He followed up Vacation with quality work in Sixteen Candles, Breakfast Club, and then Weird Science!

And then he joined the cast of SNL (uhhh, Anthony, usually folks go from SNL to the movies). And then it was Out Of Bounds, Johnny Be Good (aka, Anthony Be Bad), and other weird shit not even worth mentioning.

Except a few that I will mention because, hell, that's the kind of career-skewering scoundrel I am: Whatever Happened To Mason Reese?, A Gnome Named Gnorm, and Into The Sun. After that trio, not even character roles in Edward Scissorhands or the criminally-underrated Six Degrees of Separation could save him. Too late. When you play Mason Reese's voice, you've basically ended your chances of succeeding in Hollywood. (Although playing Mason Reese's face would clearly be even worse.)

Dana Barron played the Griswold's daughter, Audrey. I'm not really sure why, but I had a huge crush on her when I first saw Vacation in 1984. By the time she appeared on Beverly Hills 90120 in the early 90's she was looking pretty good, but in Vacation? I dunno. And you know what? Life being that weird thing that it is, I actually received a real life opportunity to "take care" of my crush nearly a decade after first viewing Vacation and taking care of things in my own very 1984 way.

You see, one day in the spring of 1993, while visiting family in LA, an old girlfriend and I were rollerblading at Venice Beach (cliche'd activity alert!). And who rollerbladed by, looking sweet in some sunny ensemble of shorts, halter top, and hair cascading in the ocean breeze? Well, since I'm writing about her right now, you wouldn't be too surprised if I said Dana Barron, now would you? Yes, she rollerbladed by. So I distracted her with my swarthy good looks, bulging muscles, wily lady-killer moves, and astounding rollerblading technique, and it wasn't long thereafter that she, my girlfriend, and I engaged in a wild threesome, the golden memory of which keeps me going through dark times.

(One of the five sentences in that paragraph is a complete lie, but the other four are true. I know you're thinking the "girlfriend" part is a lie, since there's no way any normal woman would be seen with me on Venice Beach, but amazingly, that part is true. I'll leave it to you to guess what's false.)

Anyhow, I notice that ten years after I rocked her world, in 2003 Barron was reduced to starring in Christmas Vacation 2: Cousin Eddie's Island. Somehow Anthony Michael Hall managed to find his way clear of that. Meanwhile, others beside Barron did find their way into that unfortunately-titled straight-to-video spectacle. Some of whom have no excuse: Quaid, Eric Idle, Ed Asner (!), and Fred Willard.

And also Stephen Furst, the original "What happened to him?" guy. Stephen Furst? Stephen Furst, you're asking? Furst was Flounder.

Eddie Bracken played Roy Wally, owner of WallyWorld, the fella who was way too indulgent of Clark's craziness, letting those damned Griswolds play at his amusement park even though Clark treated poor John Candy so roughly. Anyhow, Bracken got his start in the 40's in a bunch of movies that sound more appropriate for 1984 Skin-o-max than anything else: Too Many Girls ("It's knee-deep in gorgeous gals and gaiety!"), Sweater Girl, Young And Willing (starring a young (25 year-old) William Holden, who, based on his reputation, was also always willing), Bring On The Girls ("Paramount's Merriest Musical in Technicolor!"), Hold That Blonde, Ladies' Man, and The Girl From Jones Beach, starring none other than Ronald Reagan.

Frank McRae played Grover, who I assume was one of the guards at WallyWorld, along with John Candy. And didn't Chase also humiliate Grover in some groveling, crawling on the ground sort of way? Far more importantly, McRae is a two-time FSMOMYOTD alum, appearing in both 1941 (along with 98.7% of all actors in the history of moving pictures) and Used Cars. I believe he played standard-issue late-70s/early-80s black comic foil characters in both efforts. As discussed here nearly two years ago, after "hot chicks who can't act" and "dwarfs," no group has had more humiliation foisted upon them by Hollywood than male African-American actors.

McRae, for what it's worth, also played in the NFL, as a defensive tackle for the 1967 Chicago Bears, who went 7-6-1, with a pretty decent defense. (Although that may have more to do with another football player-turned-actor that lined up behind him, no?) And between that gridiron stint and his humiliating turn in Vacation, McRae found himself in Rocky II, as "Meat Foreman," and an episode of Wonder Woman as "Foreman." At least they didn't call him "Black Foreman."

Jane Krakowski, best known, I suppose, from Ally McBeal, had her first screen role as Randy Quaid's weed-smoking daughter, Vicki ("Oh yeah, well how cool is this?").

And playing her joint-jerking brother, Dale, was none other than John P. Navin, Jr. Navin had a truly wonderful early 80's sitcom run, appearing in not only "Gimme A Break" and "The Facts Of Life," but also "Silver Spoons." Unlike Anthony Michael Hall, however, Navin knew that a few years after Vacation and Losin' It (starring Tom Cruise & honorary, permanent FSMOMYOTD all-star, Jackie Earl Haley) he'd be a nobody. I mean it, look at his resume! His last movie was in 1985, with one TV show in 1993.

Playing the scary looking mechanic who shook down Clark was Mickey Jones. Jones was in the New Christy Minstrels & the First Edition, meaning he just dropped in to check what condition his condition was in. (Or something like that.) He was also in just about every bad television show ever: "Dukes Of Hazzard," "Charlie's Angels," "Chips," "The Incredible Hulk," and even "Gimme A Break," linking him forever with John P. Navin, Jr. John Diehl was "Cruiser" in yet another FSMOMYOTD, Stripes. And Tessa Richarde ("Motel Guest") deserves mention if only because she appeared in one of the essential Skin-o-max flicks, The Beach Girls. Oh my. Debra Blee, baby.

Finally (never thought you'd read that beautiful word, did you?), it seems that Ralph Burns composed Vacation's "Original Music." I'm not sure what the hell this means, exactly, since the only original music I remember was the goddamn "Holiday Road" song every scene (holiday rohhhhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhh-ohhhhhhh-ohhhhh-ohhhhhh-ohhhhh-ohhhhh-ohhh-oaaaaaaaaad . . .). Nevertheless, Burns received composing credit.

(As a additional note, it's worth pointing out that "Holiday Road," was composed & performed by Lindsay Buckingham, leader of Fleetwood Mac. "Holiday Road" came out as a single, in fact, but climbed no higher than No. 82 on the pop charts due, undoubtedly, to its association with the careers of Chevy Chase, Anthony Michael Hall, and mostly John P. Navin, Jr.)

Burns is also crediting as the composer of the scores to Lenny and Urban Cowboy, among others. He scored a number of Bob Fosse movies, in fact, and even won a the "Best Orchestration" Tony Award in 1999 for "Fosse." This orchestration was apparently a collaborative effort since he shared the award with "Doug Besterman."

And who went to the same summer camp with me back in the early 80's? Doug Besterman. You see, not only threesomes with non-entity Hollywood starlets, but lazy summer days with Tony Award winners. I tell you, it's all connected.

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42 Comments:

Blogger Otto Man said...

I will not stand idly by and let you badmouth an American classic.

"You got Asteroids?"
"Nah, but my dad does. Gets 'em so bad he can't even sit on the toilet some days."

9:36 AM  
Blogger Rickey Henderson said...

Worth the breathless build up? Rickey thinks so! Great stuff Mike.

Don't write off Anthony Michael Hall just yet--he's showing signs of a resurgence with his bit part in TDK...

9:40 AM  
Blogger Mike said...

badmouth

No way! I know of no better way to pay homage to my fond filmic memories than to roast 'em here.

Rickey, you're far too kind. But please continue to be as kind as you wish.

Anthony Michael Hall . . . showing signs of a resurgence with his bit part in TDK

TDK?

9:47 AM  
Anonymous John Royal said...

Speaking of AMH doing the reverse movie to SNL thing... Randy Quaid was part of the same SNL cast as AMH. That was the first return of Lorne Michaels cast. Joan Cusak and Damon Wayans were also part of that cast, as were Jon Lovitz and Dennis Miller.

11:15 AM  
Blogger Mike said...

I was enjoying that list of comics til we came to Dennis Miller.

Oof.

11:33 AM  
Anonymous Applesaucer said...

It's back!

I can't wait for 2010's version.

Anyway, our college band was Scruffy the Cat. I oughtta google them.

I was a Dana Barron, myself.

As for Chevy Chase, I was never a big fan, either, though I thought he was good in Caddyshack and Fletch (though some of my friends think WAY WAY WAY too highly of Fletch, IMHO).

One thing I'll say for him is that he's done some impressive things: wrote for National Lampoon (the magazine) and Saturday Night Live (he was just gonna be a writer for that show, but they decided to put him in front of the camera); playing in a college band that went on to become Steely Dan.

Anyway -- great job.

Now how 'bout some music and movie reviews with your remaining time off?

Applesaucer

1:47 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

I was a Dana Barron, myself.

I assume this means you were a Dana Barron fan. Cool, juts stay outta my golden memories, ok?

(And if you meant you had some cross-dressing, pretend to be a B-list starlet thing going when you were younger, that's fine too. It's all about doing your own thing in the 'Nabe.)

he's done some impressive things: wrote for National Lampoon (the magazine) and Saturday Night Live (he was just gonna be a writer for that show, but they decided to put him in front of the camera); playing in a college band that went on to become Steely Dan.

Indeed. I'd forgotten a few of those things. He was also in the "You Can Call Me Al" video.

I can't wait for 2010's version . . . how 'bout some music and movie reviews with your remaining time off?

The gift horse whose mouth your looking in just bit you on the nose. Feel good?

2:22 PM  
Blogger DED said...

Excellent choice. Thanks. Even the intro to the subject of today's post was really good.

TDK = The Dark Knight. AMH has a small role in that movie. But he's made more of a name for himself as the lead on "The Dead Zone", the USA Network interpretation of the Stephen King novel. The movie version (1983) had good ol' Christopher Walken in the lead.

3:33 PM  
Blogger Rickey Henderson said...

TDK = The Dark Knight (Rickey, being a total geek, uses abbreviations like this and assumes everyone knows what he's talking about).

4:29 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Even the intro to the subject of today's post was really good.

I think I hit the DED sweet spot, with your glorious past as a member of Death Penis and all.

Rickey, being a total geek, uses abbreviations like this and assumes everyone knows what he's talking about

As a fellow geek, I'd probably have gotten it if only I'd seen the movie in question.

4:48 PM  
Blogger Toast said...

I was enjoying that list of comics til we came to Dennis Miller.

Hey, he really was funny back then, before 9-11 made him permanently shit his pants and run screaming into the moist and funky embrace of Wingerdom.

5:22 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Back in his SNL/Weekend Update days, Miller was a way-left commentator.

Then, during his HBO show period, he had a smart Libertarian sorta thing going, not too far what Bill Maher is all about. Sometimes left of Libertarian, oftentimes right. But not extreme.

And . . . extremely funny. But since 9-11, he's about as funny as Michelle Malkin and half as sensible. He's horrendous, basically.

5:28 PM  
Blogger Tracy said...

Damn, that was long! I just wanted to tell you that Toast and I had dinner with Clark this past weekend (his family calls him that as he is Clark-like - I couldn't even remember his real name at first).

5:40 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Damn, that was long!

Uh-oh.

Toast and I had dinner with Clark this past weekend

Was he wearing white shoes?

5:49 PM  
Blogger DCup said...

Now this is a blast from the recent and distant past. I was just telling my son about Vacation last night while he was watching some Robin Williams movie about a family trip in an SUV.

Vacation is exceedingly superior, of course, but the SUV movie reminded me of it in concept.

5:59 PM  
Blogger Chris Howard said...

Vacation is a great 80's comedy, full of quotable stuff. I actually saw this one in the theater. European Vacation had some moments, then franchise took a nose-dive.

I remember Mrs. Joel fondly. I used to use her swimsuit issue as umm.. inspiration.

7:00 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Vacation is exceedingly superior

That'll make Otto Man happy.

European Vacation had some moments

That's generous, I think. One "moment" I recall, of course, was Rusty's little hideaway with a lovely fraulein at Oktoberfest.

7:23 PM  
Blogger DED said...

I think I hit the DED sweet spot, with your glorious past as a member of Death Penis and all.

LOL, yeah. =D

And I agree with your assessment of Dennis Miller through his various stages.

8:11 PM  
Blogger nightshift66 said...

Wow, dude. When you write, you just keep going and going. But it is quality stuff, so I can't complain!

11:54 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

you just keep going and going.

Making me the energizer bunny of bloggers? I'll take it as a compliment.

12:32 AM  
Blogger maurinsky said...

Excellent return to stupid movie blogging, Mike!

I know people think the Vacation series took a dive in quality after Christmas Vacation, but honestly, I *love* Vegas Vacation. Like, I'll watch it anytime I come across it while I'm flipping through channels late at night. I think it's the Cousin Eddie style casino they visit, where they have games like "Guess Which Number I'm Thinking Of" and "Which Hand Is It In?"

My word verification is micramil, which sounds like either a synthetic fabric or the latest offering from Pfizer.

1:49 AM  
Blogger Mike said...

people think the Vacation series took a dive in quality after Christmas Vacation, but honestly, I *love* Vegas Vacation.

I know one person who thinks the franchise dove after Vacation. hell, I didn't even know there was a Vegas Vacation. In fact, I barely remember that there was a Christmas Vacation, which I never saw anyhow.

10:06 AM  
Blogger John Royal said...

Christmas Vacation is a holday staple at my brother's house for Christmas Eve. I've tried to get them to adopt Bad Santa instead, but they won't go for it.

5:23 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Christmas Vacation . . . Bad Santa

Never saw the first (and never will). I liked Bad Santa, though I'm not sure it meets the family Christmas level, John.

What's that one that everyone loves, about the kid who wants the BB gun? Never saw that either, and doubt I will.

7:20 PM  
Blogger fridge said...

Man, thank god there's another one of these. I missed these posts.

I just put this in my Netflix queueueueue. Gotta watch it again.

Beverly D'Angelo, who I remember mostly for two extremely gratuitous topless scenes (the shower and the pool).

She was a MILF before there was such a thing as MILFs.

Anyhow, I notice that ten years after I rocked her world, in 2003 Barron was reduced to starring in Christmas Vacation 2: Cousin Eddie's Island.

WHAT THE FUCK? I didn't know this existed, and I think I'm happier that way. I actually like Christmas Vacation. I just watched it again around Christmas, which I always do.

Jane Krakowski, best known, I suppose, from Ally McBeal, had her first screen role as Randy Quaid's weed-smoking daughter, Vicki ("Oh yeah, well how cool is this?").

She might be better known for being on 30 Rock now. In fact, I'm so used to her in that role that it freaked me out to see that she was in this. Wow.


Christie Brinkley. Skinny-dipping scene. Oh my.


Yeah. But that was before she talked. Now she strikes me as crazy and not in a good way.

Anthony Michael Hall is definitely this entry's winner of the "Can I Have This Career Over Again?" sweepstakes.
By far the best of the 4 Rusty's

Good movie. Looking forward to it arriving in the mail.

10:08 AM  
Blogger Mike said...

[D'Angelo] was a MILF before there was such a thing as MILFs.

I wasn't blown away by her, but no doubt she rose way above the MILF line.

She might be better known for being on 30 Rock now.

Believe it or not, I've never seen it. Heard it's great, just haven't seen it.

By far the best of the 4 Rusty's

Whoa. Four Rustys. The kid who played Rusty II, in Europe, destroyed the concept for me.

10:17 AM  
Blogger George said...

I would have commented sooner but it took me this long to read the entire post.

First, Vacation is all getting there but nothing upon arrival. It was on tv the other day, and I swear they ride the Wally World rides for 10 minutes. So hilarious, watching John Candy look on the verge of vomiting for an entire reel.

Second, Eddie Bracken is also the star of one of the funniest films Hollywood ever made--Preston Sturges' The Miracle of Morgan's Creek. It a complete must-see.

Third, there's a myth out Santa Barbara way, as that's where they both live, that on one mysterious night, Dennis Miller and Arianna Huffington were headed opposite ways on Mountain Drive, and as their cars passed, there was a lightning strike. Since that day, she's a lefty and he's an idiot.

Here's hoping you get more time off to keep doing these. And keep dreaming that threesome dream, as we all know that you're the hunky one who posed for Chase for that poster.

3:49 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

took me this long to read the entire post.

Seems to be a running theme here. Maybe you're all trying to tell me something.

(I'll be optimistic and imagine you're telling me to do shorter posts so I can do these more often. Yeah . . . that's it.)

Dennis Miller and Arianna Huffington were headed opposite ways on Mountain Drive, and as their cars passed, there was a lightning strike. Since that day, she's a lefty and he's an idiot.

I know little of pre-Bush admin Huffington, but I take it she was a righty? And an un-funny one?

4:31 PM  
Blogger George said...

Yes more often if shorter works.

Arianna was very much a righty, and was even married to a Rep. Congressman from Santa Barbara who spent a ton on money to win. Then tried to run for the Senate and lost. Turns out he was gay.

VW: imiliken

I guess he makes money sponsoring VW's these days?

4:52 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Yes more often if shorter works.

Don't count on it. The FSMOMYOTD is like stew: slow cooked, lots of secret ingredients, and not worth making in small portions.

I'd love to say I'll try to swing one once a month or so, but I can't. I want to, and in theory it sounds doable, but not realistic.

The job is time consuming, sure. But more to the issue, it "consumes" a lot of mental energy, so the idea of pulling one of these things together one hour at a time on three consecutive mornings is harder than it sounds.

Arianna was very much a righty, and was even married to a Rep. Congressman from Santa Barbara who spent a ton on money to win.

Does her divorce from this guy correlate to her political switch?

5:04 PM  
Blogger Otto Man said...

Christmas Vacation is the second best of the series.

"Merry Christmas. Shitter's full!"

8:04 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Christmas Vacation is the second best of the series.

Seems to have gotten the thumbs up from a number of folks. Interesting.

6:17 AM  
Blogger Father Muskrat said...

I came over from Rickey's site, and I gotta say...wow. Thanks for spending however much time you spent on this during your break. Awesome!

7:58 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Thanks for the Muskrat Love.

(Grrrrrrrroaaaaaaaannnnnnn.)

10:29 PM  
Blogger George said...

Mike, that's Father Muskrat love. I'm pretty sure some of his "love" cases are still pending in the Boston Archdiocese.

12:19 PM  
Blogger Edgar Alpo said...

The amazing thing is that Brinkley is still hot after all these years.

7:04 PM  
Blogger George said...

Is there any way to keep this comment thread going until you have the time to do another movie of your youth post?

12:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

well that was really way too long for me to read, so I have no idea if my comment is on point, but I have been teaching my 15 year old sister about John Hughes movies. She LOVED 16 candles. :)

Karen

4:11 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

Is there any way to keep this comment thread going until you have the time to do another movie of your youth post?

It's all in your hands, George.

that was really way too long for me to read

This is what I get for allowing a girl into the He-Man Woman-Haters' Clubhouse. My bad.

She LOVED 16 candles.

Anthony Michael Hall back in the good times alert!

7:55 PM  
Blogger George said...

That it's all im my hands has nothing to do with this post, Mike.

Unless you have videos of you, an ex, and Dana Barron to post.

1:28 AM  
Blogger George said...

And now we know--it only takes one masturbation comment to bring down a comment thread.

12:26 AM  
Blogger Mike said...

it only takes one masturbation comment to bring down a comment thread.

Doubtful. Especially not when it's so on-topic with the post.

5:58 AM  

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