I think Joan Who Knows All is too aware of Draper's bad habits to think she could keep him behaving himself. I know a lot of intelligent women delude themselves that the right woman can "fix" things, but she seems the type who would take note and tick him off the list.
He also made a couple of movies with director Kevin Reynolds, and moved in and eventually took directorial control over in a weird, manipulative way. I wonder about both incidents, because if Reynolds was that inept on the first film, then why hire him for a second one, and if someone has done that to you once, why work for them a second time, you know? It might have been egomaniacal insanity due to his popularity at the time, but that and the wifey/R&T thing did not endear him to me much. But he does a great job of playing jock hasbeens, and I loved him as a charming but scary sociopath in A Perfect World.
I don't know much about Marc Maron, but that observation is right on the money. Both, actually.
Not so sure about that- In "Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work", there's a section where she's trying to avoid appearing on a celebrity roast (I can't recall if it may have actually been HER roast, or she was asked to guest) because she doesn't want to hear a bunch of mean jokes about her appearance, age, and ancient vagina. I think she's willing to be self-deprecating, but nobody else gets to say the same kind of things about her.
It's awful. I'm surprised to hear it's a Japanese thing; I didn't think Japanese fellas had enough facial hair to overgroom. I think of it more as a Mediterranean thing- Italian/Armenian/Persian guys.
Yeah, they looked pretty Done.
By the way, I have been to Auschwitz, and they did, in fact, have lots of tour buses, as well as ice cream and sausage vendors' trucks right in the walkway in front of the entrance. It was maybe 30 years ago, so they probably got around to the gift shop by now... I can imagine it: My Family Went to Auschwitz and All I got Was This Lousy T-Shirt.
He pretty much nails it. But if he's really serious about it, he needs a hair straightening and knocking off maybe 20 pounds... aaaah, never mind, I kind of prefer the Regular Human Being factor.
That's really sweet. And I like it more than what I can see of their other tattoos.
Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth?
One of my all-time favorite movies!
Oh, all right, I went ahead and Googled him: Jordan Prentice. And he does actually look pretty similar to Mr. Dinklage, like they could be brothers- I watched the whole thing assuming that's who he was, and was shocked to see a different name in the credits. I guess there aren't that many handsome actors of that stature.
Oh, all right, I went ahead and Googled him: Jordan Prentice. And he does actually look pretty similar to Mr. Dinklage, like they could be brothers- I watched the whole thing assuming that's who he was, and was shocked to see a different name in the credits. I guess there aren't that many handsome actors of that stature.
Someone just told me Trader Joe's dog treats are made in USA- I have to verify this, though.
My Dutch, who I adopted at eight months +/-, was in Total Hellion mode until he was 3 1/2. He is smart, so he would UNZIP MY PURSES to get to the expensive sunglasses inside, play Chase Me with favorite shoes, and wait right outside the bathroom door when I was seriously ensconced on the toilet, doing the Happy Prance just outside the door frame and bouncing whatever treasure he had stolen on the hallway floor so I knew that he had SOMETHING, but couldn't get up to go after him. He still does the last thing, as well as getting Tall Dog all riled up and excited whenever we have visitors, so she gets chastised instead of him. But he's a terrier, and I hear it's sort of par for the course. Hopefully, yours will calm down sooner.
I'm finding all those complex curves really interesting- the lines of her profile, the top and back of her head, her cheeks/creases near her mouth, and of course the big swooping curl. She'd make a great sculpture, in some kind of smooth, shiny, white rock or resin.
Nope, Tramp was some kind of terrier mix. My big beef with a live version is, if it were real dogs, they'd both be up on the table with their muzzles deep in the bowl, until one of them snarled at the other one to back the hell off. Leaving half a plate of spaghetti and several meatballs? Not on this earth.
In Bruges actually had a different little dude- too lazy to Google- but he was pretty Dinklish and very funny, too.
Last week, I was watching a documentary on TV, made by a former classmate from elementary school who made my life a holy hell on a daily basis from 4th through 6th grade. He was the son of a well-known filmmaker, and he himself became a documentarian, and the film was about his father's life, and their extremely contentious father/son relationship. And watching this movie, I could see exactly why he was such a bullying little asshole as a kid: his father bullied and berated him through the whole movie, and quite obviously had no respect for his son's chosen path or political views, and I was sure that had been going on for decades.
So I got to thinking about the kid who ultimately took the heat off me, a hulking, buck-toothed, dorky outsider- possibly gay, in retrospect- boy who came to my school a year after me; a smart kid who was completely unsocialized around his own peer group and hadn't the first clue how to relate to other kids, and was utterly tormented for it. At the time, I was so relieved that someone else was getting it that I just retreated into grateful invisibility rather than trying to be friendly, but I had thought of him from time to time, and this film brought it all up again. Anyhow, on to Facebook: Nothing. I Googled him, and got a couple of hits when I added his actor parents' names to the search. He died of heart failure eight years ago. It has been bothering me ever since. I wonder how he turned out as an adult- whether the bullying turned him into a stronger, more independent grownup oddball as it did me, or if it ruined him, and now I'll never know.
What surprises me the most is that so many of them have horrible taste in clothing. You'd think that with their connections, they could have gotten their hands on something better.
Are you sure that Baby's "Gaze of Love" isn't actually dreaming of future bacon?
The "Who's Paul McCartney?" crowd is just ignorant, while the Chris Brown fans are kind of idiots. The former can be educated, but the latter group is stuck with it for good.
