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I have half-a-dozen or so radio programs from the '40's and '50's, featuring player such as Boris Karloff and Peter Lorre. Why don't we have actors like them anymore, huh?
I recently got what is supposed to be the best of Quiet Please -- "The Thing on the Fourble Board."
I didn't think I'd do it, but I actually went "Ack!" at the ending.
I found the transcript online. So, kiddies....if you dare, here it is
Posted by Bob Wallace, who doesn't like...those things, either.
I stopped by a small-town library a few weeks ago and on the discard table found a book called Hot Rod, by Henry Gregor Felson.
It was a Young Adult novel, but with a cover like that, I picked it up.
It's a surprisingly good book, and I found that Felsen was famous for writing these YA hot rod novels.
The first thing that surprised me about it was the author, in 1950, wrote about the 17-year-old driver "rocking and rolling" the car he had built.
I've always thought that was a nautical term, but apparently hot rod enthusiasts of those days picked the term up.
This isn't a feel-good YA novel. There are six or seven deaths in it, all caused by kids speeding -- and the author correctly notes speed is a drug for some kids.
Even adults would enjoy this. And how I wish I could have built my own jalopy out of junked parts, the way these kids did.
Posted by Bob Wallace, who sez, VROOM!
Years ago, when I drove a taxi, I used to pick up this five-year-old Special Ed boy. He was the most handsome kid I had ever seen in my life, like Errol Flynn handsome, only five and a little slow.
When people saw him they'd get big smiles on their faces and say, "Is he yours?"
For some bizarre reason, his mother was a catastrophe. Imagine Betty Friedan giving birth to Brad Pitt. It just boggles the mind.
He was a funny kid, but whenever I turned away from him he'd rip a booger out of his nose and put it on the passenger window. He was an expert and did it in one second. No matter how many times I yelled at him (how could I tell his mother something like that?) he'd still do it.
I still wonder if he ever did it at home.
Posted by Bob Wallace, who has a hundred stories to tell about driving a taxi.
Okay, okay, I hear you out there clamoring to take a crack at this weeks Sidebar Babe. Well, no more teasing, here's your chance.
She's not a blast from the past this time, she's one of today's hottiest actresses. Star of such recent mega hits as ...
Ghost Rider (Widescreen Edition)
Oh,stop whining, this is soooooooo easy. And as always the first right answerer who guesses the identity of our Sidebar Babereeno in the comments section and provides a genuine email address and isn't on the payroll and, and, and nothin' he/she/it gets entered in the drawing to win a shiny new TSC logo item. Or maybe more than one item, at this point - who knows. Guess right and find out!
C'mon now, class, let's not always see the same hands ........
posted by Tom Novak, who knows this will be solved in like, 2 seconds
My pug dog Norman, who will be three in December, is unfortunately saddled with an excessively large whanger.
It may sound funny, but it's not, not really. The whole unit looks like a transplant from a German Shepherd. The poor guy looks like a life-support unit for his whole package.
Guys always comment on it. As for girls, sometimes they just blurt something out. Yesterday, two girls, about 20, were sitting on a curb at a gas station, apparently waiting for a ride. One had a three-month-old pug female.
I got Norman out of the car and showed him to all of them. One of them blurted, "Oh, my, he really is a boy dog, isn't he?!?!" She looked shocked. I just smiled, as I always do.
Posted by Bob Wallace, who says, poor thing's almost dragging on the ground.
Several years ago, as I was getting out of my car, I saw one cat chasing another. They started fighting in front of a storm sewer, and one fell right in. The other one ran away.
I checked in my Trunk o' Treasure, and found a crowbar, which I used to pry off the storm drain cover. Sure enough, at the bottom was this wet cat.
I found a big tangle of wire in my trunk, and lowered it down. The cat actually grabbed the wire, and I lifted him up. However, he was so stupid once I got him to the top he tried to jump to land, missed, and fell back down in the sewer. So I lowered the wire again.
This time it got wrapped around his neck, so when I hauled him up his eyes were bugging out of his head. But I got him up, took the wire off him, and he ran away instantly. Didn't even say thank you.
That was one dumb cat. Had I not been there to save him he would have died at the bottom of the sewer.
Posted by Bob Wallace, who doesn't even like cats that much.
I first noticed actress Monica Bellucci in the movie Matrix Revolutions about four years ago and instantly became a big fan. A little research online told me that Monica generally starred in Italian films, but I started to see her in things like Terry Gilliam's The Brothers Grimm and, amazingly enough, Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ, where she played Mary Magdalen. Most recently (like, in the past month), she starred opposite Clive Owen in the wonderful Shoot 'Em Up, which bombed at the box office but which will find a home at Casa Conger as soon as it goes DVD.
Anyway, say hi, everyone, to Monica, our lastest Smokin' Babe here at TSC!
Posted by Wally Conger, he likes Italian women, especially smokin' ones.
Posted by Bob Wallace, who could never listen to this as a kid.
Of all the car models I put together as a kid, the only one whose name I remember is "The Little Red Wagon."
The Little Red Wagon was a legend in its time, since it was the first "wheelstander," back in 1965. As the world's fastest truck it was a major hit with fans, and ran at dragstrips throughout the US. Its owner and driver, Bill "Maverick" Golden, was used in Dodge truck commercials, while many photographers caught the Wagon with its front wheels in the air.
I have no idea what happened to my model. But then, I have no idea what happened to all of my models.
Posted by Bob Wallace, who used to pop wheelies on my minibike. Well, not really.
About 20 years ago I used to frequent this used-book store that was three stories tall and had, if I remember correctly, 250,000 volumes in it. Or was it half a million? I forget.
One day I was standing near the counter when a very strange-looking man came in and asked the owner if he had a copy of the Necronomicon.
He wasn't looking for the parody that has been created. He clearly thought it was a real book of spells, and he wanted a copy.
Too bad it wasn't real. It would have been funny to see this nut sucked into another dimension by one of Lovecraft's Elder Gods.
Posted by Bob Wallace, who knows who Yog-Sothoth is.
I know this isn't going to be a big shock to anyone, but Shannon Doherty, TV's beautiful mix of good girl and bad girl, smokes. This gal has LEFT more television series under negative circumstances than most performers have starred in, and always as the result of her "bad behavior." Oh well... She sure looks good.
Posted by Wally Conger, who likes those bad girls, even if they scare the heck out of him.
posted by Tom Novak, who can't find it again but says, "just watch the last minute and forget the documentary part."
Posted by Wally Conger, who asks, "Now do you understand my 37-year fascination for Joey?"
posted by Tom Novak, who isn't sure, but thinks Joey got her start on "Hullabaloo."
I don't keep up with fashion, but I understand that Emily Scott is the Number One commercial model from Australia. She's not particularly my type, but quite appealing nonetheless, and I give her a bunch of extra points for the ceegar.
Posted by Wally Conger, who plans to smoke a Puerto Rican torpedo this very afternoon.
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