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The men of Company K required my attention. Instead of the usual recap and review, I'll give a quick recap without the screenshots, and follow with whatever short but exceedingly lame story I can make from the screenshots. Combat! Season 1 Episode 8: The Celebrity They’re headed down the road. Some footage from prior episodes plays to emphasis the need for a break. Headed to Avranches for rest…the place doesn’t quite exceed their expectations. Diet Cola Stalker, aka Tab Hunter, guest stars. The story is by Tom Sellers and Art Wallace; the teleplay by Art Wallace. Burt Kennedy directed. Replacements show up--already a familiar theme. One is well-known. Kelly finds out the new guy is assigned to K Company. He challenges L Company to a baseball game, betting $100 on the game. The celebrity is Del Packer, a major league pitcher. Saunders is having none of the celebrity business. The game, or maybe it’s just batting practice, is rudely interrupted when the Luftw...

Do plentiful pounding pulses of pure pressurized water perceptively and plausibly promote the pondering process? Personally, I possess a presupposition in the positive. Perhaps that's pretty presumptuous of me. Pardonnez-moi .  Of course I do my best thinking in the shower. The acoustics are good for it--and it's not like I have to spend a lot of time washing my hair. I've been struggling with the precise ending of my current novel-in-process, Smoke . I've had great writing ideas during the morning shower in the past; this morning held true to form.  The novel is a detective story/ noir mystery marbled with a little humor. It begins (as appropriate to the genre) when a beautiful woman hires a private detective. She smokes so much that it's even money whether she takes a breath that is smoke-free. The protagonist, who is trying to quit smoking, finds himself getting more smoke around her than when he was doing the smoking for himself. A relationship develops...

Today's post features screenshots from This Man Is Dangerous , directed by Jean Sacha, staring Eddie Constantine as Lemmy Caution. Rather than give a recap and review of the movie, I'll just say that I really liked it. On the TOS scale, it ranks somewhere between  "Arena" and  "What Are Little Girls Made Of?"  I'm going to have to see more of the Lemmy Caution films (besides Alphaville, which I have already seen). I really enjoyed the cinematography; the movie is replete with outstanding shots.  I've taken some screenshots and arranged them in random order and fabricated a preposterous story to go along with them. The story you are about to read, has very little to do with the movie. I'm sure others have written better reviews. Instead, I give you, A Case of Very Old Spice. A special dame gave me a ring on the telephone. I was all smiles, but she couldn't see that over the phone. I heard something in her voice that troubled me. She w...

I didn't think that the second repair of the year would arrive so soon. It came this morning, like the Spanish Inquisition.* I went out into the garage for a snow shovel...because...I had a hankering for some quality shovel time before I left for work. I never left for work. I didn't make it to the shovel. Instead of the usual warm tranquility of the garage, I was met by a water heater spilling its guts like a petty criminal accused of a major crime being grilled under hot lights by a bad cop with a taser and a sock full of sand. The entire plan for the day changed. The snow could wait (which sounds like the name of an interesting short story--this isn't it). New plan. Step one: make it stop--turn off the water and power. Step two: clean it up. Step three: drain the beast (and shovel snow). Step four: find and acquire a new unit--none were to be had in town; I had to expand the search area. Step five: Remove the offender. Step six: dry the premises. Step seven: Instal...

The first home repair of the new year: The frail told me that the light in the bedroom had burned out. She had already changed the bulb. The new one didn't shed any more light than an old shoe either. I grabbed the old bulb. It seemed fine to me. I hit the switch. The light pulsed like a warp nacelle, but just one time with each flip of the switch; it wouldn't stay lit. I had heard this story before. I knew the cure. I also knew that it would be the weekend before I could light up my doll's life with 120 volts and a 60 watt bulb. She knew the score. She would live with it until I was good and ready to make Edison's pet dance to my tune.  (Picture from This Man Is Dangerou s--which I also watched on Saturday. It's a great movie--French Noir  featuring Eddie Constantine as Lemmy Caution. I'll do a write up on it...maybe Thursday) It was a Saturday. The sun stared through a cloudy sky like a one-eyed man behind a smoking pipe. There was a foul smell in the ...

The little things, like an acknowledgment from a friend, can brighten an entire day. The first day of the year was a beautiful day. Here's the rest of the day in a jumbled order--like you often get at many fast food places. "Did you need anything else?" the cashier asked. "No," I answered. "Beautiful," she said with a smile as big as sunshine. "Lots of people call me that," I said. "I bet they do," she responded with a laugh. "At [name of another store in town] the cashiers even ask for my phone number." She looked puzzled. Apparently she found that difficult to believe. I felt slightly wounded.  I elaborated. "In fact, they refuse to sell me anything if I don't give them my number." "Oh," she laughed, understanding that that other store has that whole loyalty reward system based on customer telephone numbers. After that it was pretty much just the total and, "Do you n...