Them Heavy Peoples

It's been a while since I found a good tumble. And then, I found this one here, one of the more aptly-named sites on this here world wide web.

Some of the pairings are classic Hollywood, but ones I might not have seen before - Bacall, Bogie, Monroe, for example.


Some I have seen before, but are just too awesome to pass up. James Dean & Eartha Kitt taking dance class together? Thank you.

Sometimes, it's the Colonel and Alice Cooper. What would they have been talking about? I'm thrilled.

Along the same lines, what did Andy Warhol say to make Hitch laugh? Were they talking about James Brown?
Anyway, here's the one I'm submitting, which is certainly timely. I had such a good time with Pearl Bailey & Carol Channing at the Tony's that year.

Internet! Thank you.

Forever In You, Jeannie

The New York Times is a hotbed of awesomeness this week. Where do they come up with this great stuff?

From a joint review of memoirs from Dick Van Dyke and Barbara Eden:

As much as television has changed in 50 years, you can trace “30 Rock” directly back through “Mary Tyler Moore” to “The Dick Van Dyke Show”: beneath its oh-so-nuanced emotional firewall and the sophisticated embrace-rejection tango with cynicism, there’s at least as much insulation from the harsher facts of show business and personal misery as when Van Dyke was trading writers’-room one-­liners with Rose Marie and Morey Amsterdam. ... “I Dream of Jeannie” is certainly far more anachronistic, yet its infantilism is somehow invincible, imperturbable, timeless.

The joke of the Jeannies and Gilligans is on all of us who even as smart-aleck kids thought they were destined for the dustbin of television. Au contraire: Jeannie long ago transcended the mundane laws of time and space and taste, like Dalí or Bettie Page or Paul Lynde sitting catbird-like in the center square of eternity.

"Sophisticated embrace-rejection tango..." and that last bit throwing Jeannie in with Salvador Dalí, Bettie Page and Paul Lynde? Bless your cotton socks, Grey Lady.

Someone Needs a Bear Hug!

This Anthony Weiner thing is just too ridiculous, I can't even comment. However, my favorite part, thank you New York Times...

On Monday evening, Mr. Weiner, who has kept a conspicuously low profile in recent days, canceled an appearance at a forum at Queens Pride House in Jackson Heights on the implications of health care reform for the gay community.

Pauline Park, President of Pride House, said Mr. Weiner, a proponent of gay rights, would have found a sympathetic crowd at the community center, which has hosted events ranging from Nepalese dance troupes to support groups for H.I.V-positive mothers and fathers and mixers for overweight, bearded gay men, who call themselves bears.
Oh, those overweight bearded gay men. They'd have been so sympathetic!

Amazon, You Complete Me

The complete Babysitting Library!

Jem & the Honey Badger

OMG I love this man.



I want him to narrated those 227 minisodes I'm still obsessed with.

America is the greatest.

"I Mean No Place, Child"

Oh god. I don't watch Nurse Jackie, but I know it's about that lady from the Sopranos except she has a short haircut and the subway advertising seems to indicate she does drugs.

This? This however, I would watch every day.

Nurse Jackée from Jackée Harry

Oh Jackée, how I miss you. Those five minute slices of 227 just aren't enough.

Hitch, Brown, Rivers

I've been a bad blogger.

However, this holy trinity might just shock me back into regular behavior. God Bless, Mike Douglas, for assembling Alfred Hitchcock, James Brown, and Joan Rivers on the same stage. How could something like the clip below NOT happen?



I love that James Brown calls the movie "Homicidal" and Hitch doesn't correct him. Classy, that one.