"That's Typing" Tuesday, in which I share unpolished, unpublished writings from my vast store of unpolished, unpublished writi...

Our greatest living national treasure, Don Rickles, is 85 today. Mister Muleboy, bellotoot and myself drive up to Atlantic City a couple of ...

My big brother reminded me last night that today is National Train Day. "What are you doing to celebrate?" he asked. A very reas...

The latest meme making its way around the blog-o-sphere are haiku reviews of favorite movies. A haiku, for those of you not versed in Japan...

[A reprint of a post I wrote previously about Jackie Cooper, who passed away on Tuesday.] Between Jackie Coogan's turn in Charlie Chapli...

Apparently my niece's stint as a correspondent for the Birmingham News is to be an ongoing thing—this is three weeks in a row now. See...

Forget auteur theory, formalism, genre studies or any of that other film school claptrap, the unifying thread running through any well-round...

I was chatting this last weekend with Thingy over at Pondering Life —she says she's hit a bit of a dry spell recently, blog-wise (not so...

A Mabel Normand movie, 1915's Mabel, Fatty and the Law , for your late night viewing pleasure. Co-starring Roscoe Arbuckle. Tomorrow, w...

Gadzooks. There's a word you don't see much anymore. Remember when everybody used to say "Gadzooks!" when they were surp...