I stayed up way late last night to watch the epic Night of the Lepus once again. Janet Leigh, Stuart Whitman, Rory Calhoun, Bones and a whole bunch of huge, crazed, carnivorous rabbits. We’re talking late night early 70′s eco-horror at its finest. Or to quote the sheriff:
“Ladies and Gentleman, there’s a herd of giant killer rabbits coming this way and we desperately need your help.”
Delivered straight. High beams flash and horns blow in appreciation. Continue reading
Found one of those web pages that you stumble onto without really looking for. It’s all the women, alien and otherwise, of Captain Kirk’s life. I was always partial to Barbara Luna (the lone pinay in the bunch), France Nuyen (back when she was hitched to Kelly Robinson, no less), Julie Newmar (tall), Sally Kellerman (class), Susan Oliver (gotta love that green complexion), Teri Garr (great sense of comic timing, and cute besides), Yvonne Craig (that green skin again…must be Irish thing with me), Sherry Jackson (too bad those outfits never caught on), and, of course, Uhuru (but yeah, without that fan dance from Star Trek V). I’d link the names to pictures but you’ll stop whatever it is you’re doing and google them anyway. In fact if you wound up here by googling “Star Trek” you probably have the pictures already. Especially Sherry Jackson.
I found this page while looking up Joan Marshall who was aka Jean Arless who was played a really scary psycho murderess in the old horror flick Homicidal. TCM is showing non-stop spooky flicks all weekend. That’s what I’ve been doing, watching horror flicks and writing liner notes and listening to the phone ring off the hook with political robo-calls. Leonardo DiCaprio just called. A little while ago it was the ex-police chief of San Jose who wanted me to smoke pot. Right now it’s somebody I’ve never heard of telling me to vote for somebody I’ve never heard of who is running for Insurance Commissioner. I let them all leave messages. I’ll call Leo back later.
A long time ago at a day job I used to leave robocalls. Email would break down so I had to leave a mass phone message telling everyone in the building their email was down. About 500 people would get the phone message. I could walk across the floor and hear my own voice dozens of time as people listened to their messages on speakerphone. It sounded like a series of echos. About a dozen people would ring me back and tell me what a nice voice I had. I’d thank them. One time I was getting over a nasty cold. My voice was so deep, with a sandpaper grain to it. Email broke down and I left a mass message. I could hear it echoing across the floor. I could hear people discussing it in their cubicles. The ladies seemed to love it. I got calls from several of them. They’d giggle and tell me how sexy my voice was. I thanked them.
But I digress.
Elaan of Troyius (France Nuyen) in a deleted scene. Well, that what the site said, anyway.
