trinacriabob

Turbo, I couldn't have said it better myself. You start a: To (fill in the blank) Valentine's Day greeting thread on THIS site and...look out....

I agree. But on the flip side: no bills leave my wallet.

Yeah, I must be one of the few dark haired guys who categorically doesn't look at blondes. Every one has a different standard of beauty. The most beautiful woman on film, in my mind, is Jennifer O'Neill...the object of desire in the classic film "Summer of '42." That is an incredibly beautiful film...in its story about innocence lost, in its cinematography and in its musical score (leave it to Michel Legrand). Behind her would probably be Jacqueline Bisset.. same kind of look. I do not find media-hyped blonde bombshells such as Marilyn and Jayne Mansfield, and more recently Britney and Jessica, attractive....cheap yes, attractive no. That's my opinion and I have LOTS of opinions.

Implants

I never saw what the big deal was with her. She wasn't sophisticated...just kind of a voluptuous tart. I wonder what did her in. I don't think that being 36 and starting to pack a few pounds was the basis for it. The whole thing is odd and I guess we will never know.

Isn't this flattering, PB? I, too, managed to stay one notch under 30.

I don't know if this was disco, but I suppose it was danceable. I loved this song because of its raunchiness and the interspersed French: He met Marmalade down in old New Orleans struttin' her stuff on the street She said "Hey, Joe, you wanna give it a go?" Keechee keechee ya ya ya ya Keechee keechee ya ya yee (something garbled) be yo' Lady Marmalade. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? --------------- To a lot of you who DON'T like it, the instrumental parts are awesome. If you like jazz, it would almost make sense you that you should like disco.

Wait, you're as smart as you are and you're NOT left-handed?

It will going without saying that Josh and a few others will predictably HATE this stuff. This era reminds me of everybody having a Cutlass Supreme coupe, bad clothes, Greg Brady hair and a much easier-going and more affordable LA. At work, I will put on the headphones and draft away to Donna Summer's greatest hits and similar stuff - MacArthur Park is her far and away her finest work, IMO. It's great to drive to as well and...no...I've NEVER set foot on a dance floor to this stuff. I know there's a lot of people who hate it. So be it.

on the brain

Vapid. I learned that word via reading the news. One of Dan Quayle's college teachers described him as "vapid." I guess he relied on his Mary Tyler Moore-cum-lawyer wife to pull him through law school. Cheney has had his share of problems, hasn't he?

We all got conditioned to having it in the steering column. Then, after renting Intrigues, GPs and Malibus, I found that having it in the dash is kind of cool. Slap on the wrist to LaCrosse and Lucerne for having it on the column.

Yikes. I DO think about that from time to time. I will complain about the food in a restaurant...usually about once in every 40 to 50 dines. If you are going to complain, make sure you are able to see into the kitchen and have a good read as to what's going on. I usually would like to see who the chef/cook is. PB, I really wouldn't expect quality from a "fern bar" - chain operated, brass rails, hanging plants, etc. And, hell yes, you have a right to complain. I think most people don't complain. I hope you got some reduction on your tab. One of my friends in Portland with whom I would go to eat said I was very "East Coast" (which I am not) because I would almost always ask for something prepared MY way - either a swap of garnishments, deleting an ingredient, bleu cheese in which to dip my fries or whatever. That's their line of work. It shouldn't bother them. By the way, this is a request, not a complaint. Weirdest dining experiences: 1. My Mom once got a broken off shard of a plate in her food at Olive Garden. The entire ticket was comped. 2. Over Thanksgiving, at an 'effin awesome Italian restaurant in Buenos Aires Argentina, an ambulance pulls up and the attendants come into the restaurant. It was taking forever for my food to arrive. Turns out my waiter, a very low key Fernando, had a bizarre drop in blood pressure and someone else had to take his place. 3. The two rudest dining experiences ever - a condescending waitress at a seaside restaurant in Sausalito and the jerky Mexican owner at an Italian restaurant in Sonoma (who gave me the up and down because I walked in wearing shorts, a t-shirt and thongs). Both times, no tip and, next to the tip space on the credit card, I wrote "sn*tch" and "a*s h*le," respectively.

I was looking for Rock...stop thinking cars Mexi

You disappointed me. I was looking for "Westheimer." Next word: Plymouth

Olds, I think it's a Phaeton.

Ruth

Einstein

must be a CE among us

FAT

Balthy, you need to go to a casting call for a "Starsky and Hutch" remake. That must be south/central NJ because it looks too new (not enough trees) compared to Teaneck where I went to the 4th grade before my Dad longed for the palm trees and moved us back to LA-LA-land.

flush

Yes. I know about King Charlemagne. It's just that the song now comes up in my head more readily than medieval history. We can take the association anywhere our mind takes us.

City

No...it's called Kid Charlemagne. It's a song about druggies. Not knowing how old you are, you may not even know about it. I loved Steely Dan as a kid...fusion rock/jazz type stuff.