Haven't smoked cigarettes for four or five years, so I guess that's FALSE strictly speaking. I probably smoke about a pack or two a year since that time. OTOH I smoke a pipe tobacco like a chimney, which demonstrates an inferior, animalistic level of self-control, but I think cigarettes are for fairies and ladies, so I win, even though I lose at your question. ETAI see you just said "smoking," which to me implied "cigarettes," but was not your question. I plead FALSE, without equivocation.
TNP can think of a worse "good" (meaning, an "A"-picture, with big-name stars, all that) courtroom movie than *Inherit the Wind*.
Felicitous you should ask. I just had a rather disagreeable meal -- the only one I allow myself now -- of some greasy downed-cattle ground beef and about three liters of wine. I will probably have to fast tomorrow just because I need to be lean, but the extraordinary application of the red pepper flakes on the beef reminded me of real food -- real food with spice, flavor. God dammit. I've been hungry for months, and all I want to eat is suffering and spicy peppers.
Sure as shit I like "Indian" food. I like a lot of different kinds, and I like a lot of different "Indian" girls.
Simmer down.....oK....
Never mind the bollocks. I like lots of Indian food a great deal, as a matter of fact.
TNP has known several very fine "Indian" friends in his or her life -- just regular people.
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I don't know this fucking corned beef hash just squirted in my goddamned eye. ETAyes I watched about most of that. It was fucking not funny. In fact, while I wish that chubby lady finds a good man and raises a family, I do not giv give one shit about that dumbass fucking shit.
TNP has ever used the term "squirted in my eye" in a positive sense.
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That's a hardly friendly replyl FALSE. I have never been squirted in my eye and called it "a job well done." In fact, every time I have been squirted in the eye I have cursed and broken a great oath.
TNP thinks *To Kill a Mockingbird* is a greater movie than *The Wrong Man,* and will explain why the latter is not the more terrifying movie.
Not really. If I was super drunk, I might think the new Ben Hur could be fun, but then again, I have no idea what's out there in the theaters, and it would only be fun if I went with a gang of people to the theater and brought along some Night Train and talked all the way through the movie. Probably not worth the next-day shame and self-loathing. Maybe there's some pornographic French blockbuster that I could be excited about, with karate boxing and naked stuff, but I haven't heard of it.
TNP should stop reading newspaper articles about [insert whatever] because of the chances of self-inducing some kind of incoherent rage spasm or stroke or something.
Interesting question. Come to think of it, I don't believe I've ever heard a Frenchwoman really as crassly as your average guy -- sure, though, I've heard Frenchwomen say some bad words, mostly just some variations on the usual "asshole" "bastard." However, I can't remember any specific scenes -- probably just some a confusion of various women in cafés (high-class euphemism for "place to get shitfaced on wine and beer") or on a street or library talking with friends. I'm not remembering any movies where a French actress has some choice moments, either, but I'd bet there's some good language in *Vivre sa vie* (I think it's called *My Life to Live* in the translation, or something like that -- basically the Anna Karina, who I think was Polish originally, but for all real intents is/was pretty much a "Frenchwoman," became a streetwalker after some problems in her life and doesn't end up really having an awesome life).
TNP has made a complete outrageous ass out of him or herself on (anti-)social media recently, speaking of using extremely foul, crude language. Or has witnessed something similar (but not by a politician -- that would be too easy).
.........thinking..........thinking.....no, not by any reasonable definition of "recently." Always amusing when it happens to someone else, IMHO, but somewhat dramatic otherwise, which is annoying. Trust me, I'm an expert.
TNP thinks Marina Sartis from *Star Trek Generations* (movie, not the TV show which didn't reveal her glory to my teenage self as she should have been) would think some Star Trek fanfic delivered in person to her house would be hilarious.
emendation: that's "Sirtis," and, the correct response is.........still in play, a legitimate question, I suppose.
also, apparently Anna Karina is Danish in origin, not Polish as I'd thought, and is still very much alive, and almost ten years younger than Mamie van Doren who is still alive herself. I imagine those two might not have very much in common, and are as remarkably dissimilar artists as I can think of working within the same medium of movies and song.
That has been the day's errata. Signing off as Peter Graves, from A&E, I'm Peter Graves.
Whoops, simulpost, sort of. Oh, yeah, my nephews, my uncle (their granduncle) and me (their uncle) will spend an hour or so together. I'd like to go as Peter Graves, but I'd need a wig and probably a rubber mask, which I'm not going to do, so I've decided that my talents will be best employed in imitation of noted thespian, one-time People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive, and bon-vivant Nick Nolte.
TNP had forgotten completely about Diane Lane, and is pleased that she is contributing to the American cinema of today.
To change the topic from hot lady actresses, TNP thinks
wrote some basically ridiculously show-offy music for which a good bout of arm-wrestling or bear-fighting would have served about the same purpose.
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No . I haven't seen very many of Ken Russell's movies, but in a similar area, I heard quite a while ago that one of the best people, outstanding, huge, the best director Clouzot did a few films in the sixties about some composers. Forgot about those -- something new for me to check out one of these days. Yes, I like Liszt, actually, and have defended him against some apostates elsewhere, primarily because he had both the balls to take chromaticism and make something solidly competent out of it, as a craftsman would, and that he had a kind of quiet, reflective, Ignatian, perhaps, strain in some of his works, but he did have a tendency to go way overboard with the technical showboating. There's just no good reason to make ridiculous technique the point of a work, and to reduce good, even exceptional pianism to the level of one of Nancarrow's player-pianos. Well, whatever it is, I think the Gnomenreigen is a great example to keep the kids off drugs, stay in school, and stay away from suggestive, promiscuous, demonic music.
TNP finds that Dr. Bronner's style of writing should be taught in schools. As a model. Of something.
TNP agrees with me that teaching children to write cursive is a waste of time in this day and age - they should be taught to sign their own names in cursive, but otherwise the emphasis should be on clear printing.
100%. I was quite the master in ... second grade? I guess at learning that "new style" of cursive, whatever it's called. I had a student in a Comp class, of non-traditional age, who had the most beautiful handwriting I've ever seen, though, in the old-school traditional cursive -- when I told her that, she mentioned she'd gone to Catholic school (she was a black woman of about thirty-five or forty, in Buffalo, who was struggling with some of the demands of the course and I was about twenty-four, to give all the important details), so apparently they taught that, whenever that was, really well. Basically a neat party-trick, though. I don't sign my name in cursive -- I have a scrawl that is illegible, but sort of looks like my name. Actually, not far from my usual handwriting, which, although some people have called it a scrawl, is extremely regular and disciplined. No, cursive is a silly thing to teach. You might as well teach one of those Germanic black-letter scripts, or in music class how to sight read accurately an orchestral score with movable clefs in multiple positions. Or, IMHO, how to "touch type" -- I type extremely quickly and accurately, when I'm paying attention, and I don't need any of that sissy bullshit.
Oh, and Dr. Bronner is that guy who made that soap and put a bunch of ridiculous slogans on the label, like " Dilute dilute dilute. Think and Act Ten Years Ahead! OK! Get Done! Then teach to friend and enemy the moral ABC that Unites all Mankind!" or that kind of stuff.
TNP does not think that "eat an apple! it's nature's toothbrush!" is especially tempting advice to follow.
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Not really either. In the US version, Dwight had some funny lines, but I stopped watching when it turned into some soap opera about the skateboarder kid with the hair and the shrew-faced lady. In the UK one, Ricky Gervais was very mean.
TNP used to watch *Boston Legal* back in the day, and thought it was hilarious.
The opposite -- I've been sleeping on my futon the past few days, and, since I didn't want to drag a bunch of blankets out there, I just used a cotton mattress cover I had which appeared to be clean. Surprisingly toasty, and the elastic bands around the corners make for a convenient thing to put over your head, like a hat. Not kidding, either. If I weren't lazy, I'd sew some elastic into a corner of a regular blanket or sheet and make my own custom hat/blanket combo.
Yeah, it was a very pleasant get-together, and my uncle, who punched me in the face two weeks ago after I insulted him, and I buried the hatchet. Of course, doing my father a favor by accompanying him to give my uncle a ride home, he and I had a disagreement, and when he dropped me off at my place, since it was on the way, I whipped out my dick and tried to piss on his car (I failed -- I'm old and it takes a while to get the stream going). Moral of the story? Sobriety is over-rated -- I never would have let him and his Richard Simmons-esque emotional outbursts goad me on if I had been properly anesthetized.
TNP makes a point of not getting angry or emotional, or letting his or her heart rate increase, when he or she responds to offensive mistakes made by the people.
Good question, but no, not really. That would imply a sensitive, empathetic, political sensibility, which attributes this poster mostly does not possess.
TNP spends some amount of time inventing punishments and corporal discipline methods that would, for all their horror, be right at home in Puritan colonial America, or a Kafka story.