We're having the scorchiest heat wave we've had in a long time. Senator James Inhofe, the Senator from Exxon, assures us we need not worry that this is related to man-made global warming. Thanks, Jim. Louisville had a record high of 101 degrees Fahrenheit today. (Temp is way in hell higher than Inhofe's IQ. Let's see. Shall we wait 'til -- January?)
Mammaries -- excuse me, I meant memories -- of Marilyn in The Seven Year Itch arise -- come to mind. It was hooter -- excuse me, hotter -- than blazes in New York, almost as hot as Joltin' Joe DiMaggio was under the collar when they kept filming takes of Marilyn's skirt blowing up as she stood over the subway grating while bystanders -- New Yorkers, past masters of baiting, versed in the art of heckling and cracking wise -- stood watching and making a hot air commentary of the (ob)scene.
The reality was sad for both Joe and Marilyn, as everyone knows, not to mention Tom Ewell, who became alcoholic and had a long interruption in a brilliant career of comic acting. His last gig was as the sidekick of Baretta, played by Little Beaver Perry Smith Bobby Blake, on television. MaMa liked Baretta. Even the music (I love the scene of Tom's fantasy of seducing Marilyn to Rachmaninoff's piano concerto) was by a brilliant man now known to have suffered from manic-depression.
But the movie was wonderful. Somebody said the movies should be more like real life. A wise man said, on the contrary: real life should be more like the movies.
Anyhow, as I've said thousands of times, thank god for a-c.
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Only 92 degrees here! (not 91 or 93, but 92 fahrenheit degrees)
Did you enjoy the double entendres, son?
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