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Saturday, March 15, 2003  

 
On this important day, I wanted to share with you a recent discovery I made while reading pictorial history of the movies. I found this poster for a movie featuring the always-awful Doris Day. Most importantly, this poster features the captivating, tiny, moist blue head of Jimmy Cagney:



I came to believe that every movie poster could be improved with the addition of the Tiny Blue Head of Jimmy Cagney. What do you think?






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Friday, March 14, 2003  

 
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Thursday, March 13, 2003  

 
There's so very little to report; Dana and I are both just waiting for any Big Developments and there are none. Well, Dana's belly is in itself a Big Development, big enough to keep her from getting out of bed or the couch without mighty heaving motions (no, not those mighty heaving motions, just a lot of struggling). I'm trying to fill my time by trying to build a big washout box in which I'll try to spray out the (silk)screens I'll try to build soon. Right now my plans are somewhere in a heap of hex bolts, Simpson Strong-Ties, plastic sheeting and ABS pipe connectors.

Dana's (superb) doctor said we could start telling people that Dana's due date is the 18th, but really she was encouraging us to be a wee bit deceptive. She's probably just not going to give off any warning signals until she actually goes into labor. Which I'm still not convinced will happen. That kind of thing just happens to other people.

In other "news," we watched the original Batman, the 1966 version with the cast from the TV show, last night. Yes, I know it was meant to be silly and fun, but some people's notion of silly and fun ain't so wonderful, and often it's just infurating. Adam West, dressed as Batman in what looks to be a garbage bag with ears glued onto it, gets attacked by an exploding shark, like you do -- and then the brain trust of heroes puzzles out what it meant:
"But wait! It happened at sea. See? C for Catwoman." "An exploding shark ... was pulling my leg." "The Joker! It all led to a sinister riddle. Riddle -er. Riddler?"

You get the idea. Grabass may find it amusing at 7 or 8 years old. I just found it mildly irritating.

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