You’re only old if Danny Kaye can’t make you laugh anymore.
I watched a vintage Kolchak: the Night Stalker episode last night. The monster had just killed a man. He’d been playing poker in a warehouse with his friends (the man, not the monster: the monster had no friends), and the monster got him when he got up to do something else.
Anyhow, there’s the police investigating it. “Yeah, poor old guy. Well, y’know, he was 72,,,”
Aaaah! Hold on there! 72? That makes him some kind living fossil?
One thing it does make him is… younger than me!
Great shakes, forsooth, and fap–how did that happen? I don’t look like any of those guys in the Kolchak episode… do I? (“He used to babysit for Phil Niekro…”)
(Quick! Do something sprightly!)
Patty has found us a Danny Kaye movie to watch this afternoon. It won’t put any pages back on the calendar; but it can probably make you not care.
Our computers are a mess today and anything I get posted is strictly against the odds.
When the Saints Go Marching In, performed by Louis Armstrong and… Danny Kaye?
Well, anyone can sing a hymn. And this is the hymn I feel like I need just now.
I suppose I could be writing about world events, politics, or other Important News, instead of bothering with fashion. But some of these seemingly trivial things turn out, in the long run, to be more important than the big stuff.
Kill the culture, and it’ll kill you back.
One of the latest poison darts blown into our culture comes from Gucci, the fashion giant, with their Fall/Winter 2017 “fashion campaign,” aka “Gucci and Beyond” (https://www.cnet.com/news/gucci-star-trek-inspired-fashion-is-sexy-retro-sci-fi-heaven/). It seems to have been inspired by corny old science fiction movies and TV shows from the Star Trek era.
One of its centerpieces is models posing as women with blue skin and red lip gloss. Is this supposed to be beautiful? It’s only ugly. But then the whole point of humanist culture is to flee from everything that smacks of being human–hence their fanatical support for all things transgender.
True, high fashion has always had a streak of freakiness. Danny Kaye made fun of it, singing “I’m Anatole of Paris…and I hate women!” Mad Magazine had The Attack of the Fashion Model Zombies. There’s a lot about our whole pop culture that’s deep-down freaky–and we are not the better for it.