Beauty and the Beast................
The Beauty
This is sort of a "this is the week that was" sort of thing.......dithering about in things that have gathered and collected over the past few days.
After a remarkably satisfying, bargain-filled trip to the grocery store Tuesday, I decided to stop at TomCat's for taco night.
A fat taco, fully dressed (complete with sour cream and salsa), is a balanced food item and therefore nutritious. "Enhanced" with a few tiny drops of "Dave's Insanity Sauce" it becomes piquant and interesting..........washed down with a glass or two of ice cold Foster's, a few tacos become a meal fit for a king...........and at $.99 a pop, by the time you've gathered all the ingredients, cheaper than you could eat at home, tip and all.
I'd lost track of "who works when" since my last visit, and was surprised and delighted to be greeted by Lovely Laurie, who is so consistently sweet and solicitous of me as to have become my favorite TomCat's lady.
You have read my ramblings about the ladies of TomCat's, (possibly even to the point of taking the exasperated stand that: "The lad really needs to go somewhere else to eat from time to time.............") and have seen me make use of the term "art deco" in regards to a certain body type.........
unfortunately Laurie has a "thing" about having her picture taken, so I can't give you a living example of what I'm talking about. This will have to serve instead.
Lithe and slender, yet not skinny to the point of "hipless", tall and naturally graceful, small breasted, flat-bellied and cute as a button......Laurie is a classic and the kind of girl that girls love to hate........in the sense that she can throw out all the rules that girls with less or more of a good thing in any one area or another have to follow to try to look as good as Laurie does in anything.
I've never seen her in anything that doesn't look good..........which is the same as saying that she makes anything that she puts on look good.
She's the kind of woman that tummy tops and low-rise pants were designed to be worn by, and Tuesday night, she did not disappoint.
I suppose, as outfits go, it was a simple enough affair...........the pants were a perfect counterpoint to a green tank top with a colorful "peace" symbol ironed on to the front...........but she made it look so damn cute and so perfect that the best advertisement its designer could have asked for is a picture of Laurie wearing it.
I don't know if Laurie has the sort of "body issues" that cause girls of her body type to see themselves as somehow less sexually appealing.........(or spur them to save their change for surgery) just because they don't conform to an arbitrary aesthetic that has little real force beyond that corner of a man's mind that is stuck forever in his freshman locker-room and no real practical application outside a dairy farm........I can only hope not, and decry the mind-set that fosters it if she does. What a cruel joke on women it is.
In the last 40 years, I've had the fortune of sampling a few dozen body types, from the tiny, skinny, hundred-mile-an-hour mini-screamers to the top-heavy amazons that remind you of Soviet/Nazi era propaganda posters of "woman-as-valkyrie-warrior-hero".............and it's the memory (and sight) of girls like Laurie that make me drool and ache the most.
I hope she understands, that 20 years from now, when her genetically "overly-blessed" sisters are relying on engineering technology that rivals the Verrazzano Narrows bridge to wrestle gelatinous, twin, 15 pound bags of fat from the neighborhood of their navel to their proper place on their chests, and shape them back into something resembling breasts under their clothing, girls like Laurie will look as good as they ever did........perhaps even better.........without even trying.
Laurie, darlin', it's not hard to imagine myself scraping together my last pocketful of change for a glass of iced tea and an excuse to come visit you..........honestly!!
The Beast
Tuesday night also saw the premier of Hallmark Channel's presentation of the latest in a long line of "not-to-be-outdone" attempts to cinematically define Mary Shelley's classic horror novel "Frankenstein". I was skeptical, but hopeful.....and ready to be generous.
Since first reading the book, at the age of about nine or ten, I've seen just about everything that has come down the pike...........from the Karloff classics of the 30's to the ridiculous travesties ground out for the teenaged drive-in crowd in the the 50's, to this week's made-for-TV mini-series.
Some work, if it is well cast, seems to be well suited to the mini-series format. "Roots" comes to mind, as well as James Clavell's "Shogun". Some work seems to be less graspable (or something) as it gets lost in the tedium of a too faithful adherence to detail...........in my mind "Dune" is one of the latter. Even with its occasional departures and arbitrary embellishments of imaginative "between-the-lines" interpretation, "Dune" made a more coherent story and a more faithful rendering of what the author was trying to convey as a movie than it did as a tediously detailed mini-series...........casting, of course, played a big part in this outcome, but it was more than that. There was an affinity and artistry at work, that rivaled that of the author, in making "Dune", the movie, that was lacking in more faithfully ,presumably, remaking it for TV.'
It is in this light, that I declare the TV version of "Frankenstein",while not altogether unworthy of a look-see, a sad second rate to "Mary Shelley's Frankenstein"............the movie made by Kenneth Brannagh and starring Robert DeNiro as the creature, Brannagh as the good Doctor and the little cutie pie with three names as Elizabeth.
While I am on a roll with this thing, I will further declare Coppola's "Bram Stoker's Dracula" as the best Dracula flick that ever was.........so much better than any other that he can be forgiven the casting of Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder, insofar as he could have relied on Hopkins and Oldman to carry the flick and cast relative unknowns in the roles of Jonathon and Mina Harker.
So there is a bone to be chewed by those who have been hovering about, hungry for new postings..........and I am going to scavenge some supper.
Thus endeth the entry...........
This is sort of a "this is the week that was" sort of thing.......dithering about in things that have gathered and collected over the past few days.
After a remarkably satisfying, bargain-filled trip to the grocery store Tuesday, I decided to stop at TomCat's for taco night.
A fat taco, fully dressed (complete with sour cream and salsa), is a balanced food item and therefore nutritious. "Enhanced" with a few tiny drops of "Dave's Insanity Sauce" it becomes piquant and interesting..........washed down with a glass or two of ice cold Foster's, a few tacos become a meal fit for a king...........and at $.99 a pop, by the time you've gathered all the ingredients, cheaper than you could eat at home, tip and all.
I'd lost track of "who works when" since my last visit, and was surprised and delighted to be greeted by Lovely Laurie, who is so consistently sweet and solicitous of me as to have become my favorite TomCat's lady.
You have read my ramblings about the ladies of TomCat's, (possibly even to the point of taking the exasperated stand that: "The lad really needs to go somewhere else to eat from time to time.............") and have seen me make use of the term "art deco" in regards to a certain body type.........
unfortunately Laurie has a "thing" about having her picture taken, so I can't give you a living example of what I'm talking about. This will have to serve instead.
Lithe and slender, yet not skinny to the point of "hipless", tall and naturally graceful, small breasted, flat-bellied and cute as a button......Laurie is a classic and the kind of girl that girls love to hate........in the sense that she can throw out all the rules that girls with less or more of a good thing in any one area or another have to follow to try to look as good as Laurie does in anything.
I've never seen her in anything that doesn't look good..........which is the same as saying that she makes anything that she puts on look good.
She's the kind of woman that tummy tops and low-rise pants were designed to be worn by, and Tuesday night, she did not disappoint.
I suppose, as outfits go, it was a simple enough affair...........the pants were a perfect counterpoint to a green tank top with a colorful "peace" symbol ironed on to the front...........but she made it look so damn cute and so perfect that the best advertisement its designer could have asked for is a picture of Laurie wearing it.
I don't know if Laurie has the sort of "body issues" that cause girls of her body type to see themselves as somehow less sexually appealing.........(or spur them to save their change for surgery) just because they don't conform to an arbitrary aesthetic that has little real force beyond that corner of a man's mind that is stuck forever in his freshman locker-room and no real practical application outside a dairy farm........I can only hope not, and decry the mind-set that fosters it if she does. What a cruel joke on women it is.
In the last 40 years, I've had the fortune of sampling a few dozen body types, from the tiny, skinny, hundred-mile-an-hour mini-screamers to the top-heavy amazons that remind you of Soviet/Nazi era propaganda posters of "woman-as-valkyrie-warrior-hero".............and it's the memory (and sight) of girls like Laurie that make me drool and ache the most.
I hope she understands, that 20 years from now, when her genetically "overly-blessed" sisters are relying on engineering technology that rivals the Verrazzano Narrows bridge to wrestle gelatinous, twin, 15 pound bags of fat from the neighborhood of their navel to their proper place on their chests, and shape them back into something resembling breasts under their clothing, girls like Laurie will look as good as they ever did........perhaps even better.........without even trying.
Laurie, darlin', it's not hard to imagine myself scraping together my last pocketful of change for a glass of iced tea and an excuse to come visit you..........honestly!!
The Beast
Tuesday night also saw the premier of Hallmark Channel's presentation of the latest in a long line of "not-to-be-outdone" attempts to cinematically define Mary Shelley's classic horror novel "Frankenstein". I was skeptical, but hopeful.....and ready to be generous.
Since first reading the book, at the age of about nine or ten, I've seen just about everything that has come down the pike...........from the Karloff classics of the 30's to the ridiculous travesties ground out for the teenaged drive-in crowd in the the 50's, to this week's made-for-TV mini-series.
Some work, if it is well cast, seems to be well suited to the mini-series format. "Roots" comes to mind, as well as James Clavell's "Shogun". Some work seems to be less graspable (or something) as it gets lost in the tedium of a too faithful adherence to detail...........in my mind "Dune" is one of the latter. Even with its occasional departures and arbitrary embellishments of imaginative "between-the-lines" interpretation, "Dune" made a more coherent story and a more faithful rendering of what the author was trying to convey as a movie than it did as a tediously detailed mini-series...........casting, of course, played a big part in this outcome, but it was more than that. There was an affinity and artistry at work, that rivaled that of the author, in making "Dune", the movie, that was lacking in more faithfully ,presumably, remaking it for TV.'
It is in this light, that I declare the TV version of "Frankenstein",while not altogether unworthy of a look-see, a sad second rate to "Mary Shelley's Frankenstein"............the movie made by Kenneth Brannagh and starring Robert DeNiro as the creature, Brannagh as the good Doctor and the little cutie pie with three names as Elizabeth.
While I am on a roll with this thing, I will further declare Coppola's "Bram Stoker's Dracula" as the best Dracula flick that ever was.........so much better than any other that he can be forgiven the casting of Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder, insofar as he could have relied on Hopkins and Oldman to carry the flick and cast relative unknowns in the roles of Jonathon and Mina Harker.
So there is a bone to be chewed by those who have been hovering about, hungry for new postings..........and I am going to scavenge some supper.
Thus endeth the entry...........
posted by captn | 10/09/2004 06:11:00 PM
1 Comments:
My boobs are average-sized at most, but that's never bothered me. I mean, I don't have to wear a bra 24/7 and saggage probably won't be much of an issue for me when I get older. Besides, all boobies are fun! Hehehe.
~Em~
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