FEED THE KITTY (CHUCK JONES, 1952)
FEED THE KITTY (CHUCK JONES, 1952)
Tommy and Jesus Christ Superstar double feature at UCLA next week!
Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
[Ed: I should explain. When I was a kid, I had Tommy and JCS on the same tape and watched them non-stop. Those movies go together like peanut butter and jelly for me and the idea that they are being played back to back on the big screen is like, I don’t know, finding out that someone can read your mind but instead of using their powers for evil they decided to give you a present you’ve always wanted instead. That didn’t make sense, I realize that.]
Can’t let the day end without mentioning the death of Ken Russell.
Tommy has been one of my favorite movies for something like 22 years. I used to make my dad watch it with me every night when he got home from work. I was the Acid Queen for Halloween last year. At my funeral, when all my close friends and the dudes I have dated get together to talk about me, they will discover that I made all of them watch Tommy.
Thank you, Ken Russell, for making the movie that shaped my taste in everything.
My first thought was to put this on my B blog because only a few people are allowed to know how silly my sense of humor is, but it’s definitely A blog material. You don’t want to know what goes on over at my C blog.
(Source: humorlessfeminists, via bluebeadsandbones)
“If Your Girl Only Knew” - Aaliyah
Taylor, I think my problem with Rihanna might just be that she’s not Aaliyah.
(Source: forwhenifeellikesharing)
True Philly story: Jazzy Jeff’s aunt lived on my block.
Yentl and leftover pizza = living the dream.
I grew up with Babs—one of my earliest memories is of my mom singing me to sleep with a modified version of “Jenny Rebecca” (“Janna Alexis, four years old, what a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky girl you are…”)—but I didn’t appreciate her spectacular voice until recently. Slowly but surely turning into my mother.