Two Twos & a Seven

I'd love to live in 227 with Marla Gibbs & her family. I was reminded about how great a program that was when Amber & I saw Pineapple Murder Drugwar Express.

Who knew Jackee was ever a contestant on Family Feud?

Amanda & Lee & Maddie & David & Remington & Laura & ...

Phew. Now, I'm new to this "Facebook" thing, but I can tell you I caused a mini-riot by referencing my love of Scarecrow & Mrs. King in my status update.

Now, the truth is, I love almost any program or movie where a couple solves crimes. I've talked about Bones plenty before, and even discussed its wonderful similarities with S&MK. What I haven't perhaps gone on about are all the other ones: Remington Steele, Moonlighting, Hart to Hart - plus the The Thin Movie series, even that ridiculous one where Joan Crawford & Fred MacMurray (!) are on their honeymoon and have to outwit the Gestapo in service to the Queen.

Now, I guess my point is, if you're interested in catching up with Lee & Amanda, trot on over to this website - turns out hulu isn't the only game in town. And if you just want a little nostalgia bump, check out the opening credits below.

Those Muppets Say It All

Yearbookings myself

Am I the last person to discover this website? Hours of fun. Or really, minutes of fun, but several of them.




(that middle one actually looks like me in junior high, and in that last one I look eerily like my father).

Achtung! Baby!

We all know Amber is a big fan of the multi-baby phenomenon. Me, I think they're kind of gross, and I certainly think they have no place in advertising.

However, here at Internals Plural we celebrate all view points. And so, here's some grossness.

Pooch Break!

This brave little buddy sure is a smarty. I can't remember if this move is from one of the Charlie's Angels movies or Mission Impossible or what, but color me impressed.



I love too how his little buddies watch on with great interest.

Loves at First Bite

Amber and I sure had a fun time watching Love At First Bite a while back, as discussed elsewhere. We had both seen it on the Channel 56 Sunday Afternoon Movie back when we were "tweens" (and before that word was invented), and our fond memories were well-justified.

I was overwhelmed by the similiarites between LAFB (1979) and Splash (1984), and not just because both star sitcom actors in the 'straight man' role, looking to break out in Hollywood (Tom Hanks & Susan St. James, of course - Tom won). Both feature the 'fish out of water' scenario, with Dracula in the first case and, um, a fish in the second. Both have a Eugene Levy character trying to out the protagonist: Richard Benjamin in the former, and, um, Eugene Levy in the latter. And both (spoiler alert!) feature a happy ending with our lovers traveling over/under the ocean to enjoy their new, altered, lives together.

Love at First Bite had the most Roots jokes though, and the most number of The Jeffersons' actors. The preview alone is fantastic.

The Ballard Of The (Not) Sad Kaye

So I was at the NYPL the other day on the hunt for Ernest Borgnine's new memoir, Ernie, by Ernest Borgnine. There I am in the B section of Bio and Ernie isn't out yet, but I stumble upon Kaye Ballard's How I Lost 10 Pounds in 53 Years.

I really only knew Ms. Ballard from her Pepsodent commercials and often confused her with Martha Raye, but since Shelley Winters was in her index and there were pics of her with my pals Maurice Chevalier and Doris Day, I figured it was a go.


The book was fun and she had a lot to say about the early days of talking pictures, her friendships & costars, her fling with Marlon Brando, her role in the internal-plural-friendly The Mothers-In-Law, her part in one of the revivals of Follies, and her love of the gays.

Really though, I'll always remember her best for her tremendous dance scene with Sweetums Thog on the Muppets.

Aquas-man

All I'm saying is, after a week like this one, I really want to hop in the ocean. Not Virginia Woolf style, but more like the style in which one talks to fish buddies and fights crimes. That's all I'm sayin'.

Cats Got My Tongue

So this week at work sure is a Stinker - so much so that yesterday I didn't even get to visit here. Seems like Books are the most important thing in the world.

So forgive me the use of borrowed material, but these are my favorite kitty snaps of the past few weeks. Just as with unhappy Russian families, each kitty is funny in its very own way.

Optometry Humor never cracks me up, unless it's with kitties and misspellings.

This one is fun to say out loud whilst simultaneously cuddling & pulling the tail of your little buddy. I use my Foghorn Leghorn Voice.

And this one is just great.

Here's hoping for a quiet day with the Books.

Iceland On My Mind

Back in The Past, my friend Seth lived here in America, specifically in NYC. We were grand chums and went out on the town often - with many long nights capped off with homeward bound trips on the uptown 1 train.

We also, from time to time, went to Seattle on vacation - and in fact, did so using up travel vouchers from a planned yet canceled trip to Iceland.



Now, in The Present, Seth lives in Iceland, and has quite a good time there entertaining the natives.

I'm lucky that he's visiting NYC again and we get to go on our adventures. We can all be lucky that he has a fancypants website & a facebook radio thingy, because everyone gets to share in his talent.

Here he is doing a song that I thought I'd only ever like Willie Nelson do.



Welcome back to America, Seth!

Lipstick On A Lemon

Now, here at Internals Plural we don't like to get too involved with the Politics, but this here sure is funny.



God Bless, Liz Lemon. Can't wait for 30th Rock From The Sun to start!

Ladies & Muppets, Sir Johnny Cash

Not to be a Debbie Downer, but Johnny Cash died On This Day In History, 5 years ago.

Let's remember him as he was in life. Or at least, as he was when he was singing with our dear friends the Muppets.

Foreigners Say The Darndest Things, part deux

I never understand what Frenchies are saying.

And I will never, ever, understand this Frenchie advertisement for what I suppose is sausage?

Quelle barf.

The Cape, Unfurled

How much fun was the Cape? So much so that I have Bonus Content to post about!

We were disappointed not to attend the Wine & Chesse tasting.

We were overwhelmed by the bounty of Cape Cod™ Potato Chips to be found at the Falmouth Stop & Shop.

This is one of the many Kinbotian notes left around the Estate as helpful hints for us. I thought about pilching this one to bring home for my own trigger-lighter.

And finally, who doesn't love puns, Cape Cod style?

Miss Millie

Now, keen readers might remember Miss Millie from previous posts - especially when I gave her a beautiful animal print dress way back when.

So it turns out babies grow, and if you give them an outfit sometimes it's smart for it to be too big, because eventually it'll fit them and you'll get a fun picture in the mail one day.

Here she is at some little girl birthday party - as the story goes, all the other little girls were in pink frilly things, but not Miss Millie - I'm sure she stole the show in her NYC high fashions.

Her mum, Shelley, is a dear friend, and I hope I can visit them soon, since I'm clearly not very good at keeping up friendships via email. Epistolary is not my middle name. It's Rene.

Familial Resemblance, Baby-Style

Babies, Babies, Babies.

It's pretty clear to me that the fella percolating in my sister's tum is related to me by blood.

Anyway, now is as good a time as any to dip once more into the Past. We peeked at my 4th grade class photo already, let's see how well we do with finding me in 3rd grade. Hint: my nose is pretty similar to my nephew's...

Good-Minton

How I miss, miss, miss Vacation.

One great thing about Vacation was how good Sarah & I got at Badminton. Part of the reason we got so good was on account of these Sports Authority Headbands we got to intimidate our opponents.




Watch out, China!

The Signs of My Times

While I'm not terribly excited to be back here, NYC sure is a good place to see interesting signs.

I saw this helpfully-labeled truck just the other day. I wonder if there was any doubt?

This sign is in Amber's laundromat. She breaks the rules sometimes about bringing food into the laundromat, let's hope she doesn't break this one.


I have no idea what this one means. I think it means "You are at Kevin and Diana's subway stop. Happy New Year."

And on my way past Viktor's Cuban Cafe on 51st Street, I noticed that some lolcat must have written their sign for them.

Signs.

Caprice-ush-ness

So last night Amber and I watched Caprice, Doris Day's 1967 flick with Sir Richard Harris.

Now, I picked the movie out of the masses at the NYPL because the cover, as depicted above, screamed out to me. It promised to be a zingy mix of Alias & With Six You Get Eggroll, and how could that possibly go wrong?

Now, to be sure, this is as promised my new favorite movie. However, it wasn't until after we had watched all 98 minutes and had started in on the bonus features that we discovered it was in fact a spy spoof. The fact that Doris & Sir Richard were spies looking for the secret formula for waterproof hairspray? We weren't in on the joke.

Lesson learned. Sometimes, you DO want to watch the bonus content first.

A Cuppa Ambition

The only way to find some mirth this AM as I prepare to go back to work from vacation is to find a precedent through Art of how to handle the day to come.



(and if you're curious as to how the musical version is coming along, click here)