Well, Katie-Bar-The-Door's trip to New York has been abruptly re- arranged to this Spring, so no hiatus for the Monkey. No Thin Man walking tour either. But plenty of time now for blogging, and after the outpouring of grief at my absence, I better get to it.Uh, there was an outpouring of grief, right?
Anyway, I figure short reviews of a couple of 1932 films, Yasujiro Ozu's I Was Born, But ... and the Oscar-winning short The Music Box, starring Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy. And then the essay on the best director of 1931-32. Howard Hawks has a 2-to-1 lead over Edmund Goulding with the poll ending tomorrow, so he's looking like the probable winner, but you never know, there might be a late surge for one of the other candidates.
If you haven't voted, I strongly encourage you to. Even if you have no opinion and have to make it up as you go along. And why not? It's an Oscar tradition!
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I was a little wistful when I saw the photo of Chaplin and gal pal.
When you write your 90,000 (hee-hee) word essay, I'll bring my tent and thermos of hot chocolate.
As that late great Cobain said...."Entertain me.", or something like that.
Like William Faulkner, I can't clear my throat in under 500 words. Perhaps it's a Southern phenomenon, all those languid summer nights sipping bourbon under the stars and politely talking around what we really want to say. In contrast, Philadelphia's born-and-bred Katie-Bar-The-Door grew up standing ankle-deep in the snow and it was much too cold for anything other than getting right to the point.
At least that's my current theory ...
Not that I'm comparing myself to William Faulkner ...
I also never drank bourbon on languid summer nights. But I do have lots of practice not saying what I'm thinking, which really is a Southern tradition!
Love the Photoshop skills. . . .
they resemble mine.
OOps; I said what I was thinking.
How East-Coaster o' me. . . .
Love the Photoshop skills. . . .
I'd like to be able to say I was consciously aping the innocent efforts of a small child, but the fact is, a small child would have mastered Paint and Photoshop long before he or she could write the word "Monkey."
Sadly, I am in fact very nearly illiterate in a technical sense. I practically blog in crayon ...
And yet you know how to do screen captures too -- i can't do any of that stuff. Truth be told you're lapping me on the internets skilz track young man
And yet you know how to do screen captures too -- i can't do any of that stuff.
I work on the theory that if I can do it, anybody can do it, although I admit, it helps to have a wife around who is a computer analyst to back me up when things go terribly, terribly wrong ...
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