Myrna Loy, 1931.

Imagine going to reporter school & then reporting something Kash Patel said

Ultimately, social media is a helluva poor substitute for sharing a room and singing Stan Rogers songs.

Really need to do some chores, which means the appeal of books and loafing has never been more hypnotically powerful.

Happy Mickey Rooney's birthday!

Those U.N. translators have their work cut out for them today.

Knowing my luck, it'll be just the four people who like my posts who get raptured.

It's cool how I lost a chunk of my brain in a railroad spike accident ten years ago and now I'm imagining that Donald Trump is president and he's yelling at us not to take Tylenol.

My toxic trait is letting dead film critics get my hackles up several times a day.

He really was the Joyce of goofy.

Not sure why we're talking about the rapture, but given that I'm still here, it has gone about as I expected.

happy first day of fall 🍂

Triannual rewatch of MASTER AND COMMANDER tonight. Thinking this time about the total clarity of the action in the final battle sequence—it's chaotic and dizzying, but each moment of combat has a coherent sense of cause and effect, and because you've come to know each face, the deaths have impact.

#NowReading. My book diet lately has been American humorists and New Yorker essayists, soul-crushing Irish novels, and unchallenging celebrity memoirs. I can't do too many from any one of these categories in a row.

Every time someone mentions that movie I think of this all-timer set photo bsky.app/profile/pris...

Rewatch of THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER tonight. Once again mesmerized by the beautiful, stoic planes of Scott Glenn's face. Baldwin and the non-sub dialogue are a bit of a weak spot, but there's so much charisma and testosterone bouncing around those pressure hulls that it doesn't really matter.

I need a guitar strap in a style that says "I don't know what I'm doing, and this guitar strap is meant to distract you from that fact."

Regularly think I'll be fine without Google Maps, even though that has never once been true.

If I'm being asked to mourn someone I didn't like, it had better be the mildly rude local barista who's a wizard with steamed milk and not, like, a racist guy I need to google.

Quick—great albums for a fall drive? On my way to an appointment in the city in half an hour and would like to play something all the way through.

Whomever came up with Hips, Hips Hooray! (1934) I hope has a nice room in heaven. (No false advertising here.)

Motion Picture magazine, March 1931.

Submitted for your approval: Rod Serling as a baby looks almost identical to Rod Serling as an adult.

Frequent collaborators, Hermes Pan and Fred Astaire

Just because the jar of chocolate truffles was on my desk and within my reach at all times doesn't mean I ate them. Prove it. No, you can't look in my garbage can for wrappers. Not without a warrant.

“before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” honestly why? I’m only going to need the one, for the guy I’m getting revenge on

Children's musical party in 1627. Love the girl who's playing the helmet! By Jan Miense Molenaer, because it's his day.

“I don’t know what’s going on and nobody does” is such a telling thing to throw in there. I think everyone knows exactly what’s going on? Also why would your dad send you a hundred texts saying the same thing

I will happily tithe to your Church of Vitaphone.

Not to be all painfully average about it, but digging into the delights of each season (yes, that includes hot drinks that might taste like pumpkin and candles and spooky movies) has allowed me to push aside the crushing despair of living in the frigid cold and dark for half the year.

People just don’t compose songs about anthropomorphic citrus fruit like they used to.

Dealing with the stress by renting a carpet cleaner.

Accidentally tipped someone $0.10 on the debit machine, confused them when I tried to apologize and clarify that wasn't what I intended, then held up the line as I dug through my purse for a toonie amid the slurry of stray receipts and lip balms. Oh god, the horrors, the horrors of being alive.

Ah yes, this is important background info. Sinclair is Bond-level supervillainry and more people need to be aware of it.

A free and democratic society cannot silence comedians because the President doesn’t like what they say. This is an attack on free speech and cannot be allowed to stand. All elected officials need to speak up and push back on this undemocratic act.

Googled this one as I was curious if it was in reference to a particular film, but alas, just hits from Leviticus.

Before her acting career, Ali McGraw was a model. One of her first modeling jobs was at age 19 when she was attending Wellesley College. She was selected to be on the cover of the Aug. 1958 College issue of Mademoiselle Magazine.

At home recovering from a stubborn migraine, but the medical care here is top notch.

I don't think consumerism is a solution to emotional problems generally, this 4K blu-ray of GIANT will fix something in ME, and that's just a demonstrable fact.

The Libby app is starting to stress me out. Who borrowed all these books? A retired lady? A woman on a 6-month beach vacation?

9 July 1970 Hammersmith Is Out could go at the end of the year and E wants a bloke who is very hot at the moment called Robert Redford. She says he's very good.

Ladies of the office in mourning today.

Robert Redford, 1936-2025 📷 John Dominus, 1969

You could trace the shape of mainstream American cinema over the past 60 years purely by watching Robert Redford films. A new presence in a dying form, the beautiful face of on-screen cynicism, through gently bloated star films to the dawn of the modern superhero.

Another relic (pub. 1934; missing its dustjacket, alas) from my mother's bookshelf, by Robert Benchley, #BOTD in 1889. 📚 The contents are very much in the New Yorker style of the era. I love the generous margins and substantial paper stock. "How to Sleep" (see quoted post below) is on YouTube.

The rage is palpable.

Battle doomscrolling by posting 5 small pleasures in life: 1. Being fresh from the bath and putting on clean pajamas 2. Roasted root veggies 3. Making a stranger laugh 4. Winter days with vivid blue skies and total white below 5. Finding coffee shops to try in a city you've never been to

I think that popular culture is something you pick up. It seeps into you. It’s in the environment. I’ve heard of people getting jobs as movie critics and then watching ten classics to get educated in movies. The whole thought makes me want to throw darts at them. (1992)

The noise I just made.