Hucklebug, Episode 68: birthday shout-out to Stennie’s dad, more vague references to the Hucklebug Glossary, shout-outs, movies (Bet: The Ghost & Mrs. Muir, The Browning Version; Stennie: Employees’ Entrance, Death at a Funeral), lowlights & highlights, fuck-offs and you-rules (special TV Commercial edition), What We’d Do If We Won the Lottery.
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Okay, here goes: My Oscar Picks for 1945, if I had to choose only from the nominees…
Picture- THE LOST WEEKEND
Actor—RAY MILLAND
Actress—GENE TIERNEY
Supp Actor—ROBERT MITCHUM
Supp Actress—ANGELA LANSBURY
Director—JEAN RENOIR
Just off the top of my head, the movie I’d pick for Best Picture of the Year: DETOUR!
THE LOST WEEKEND—not Wilder’s finest hour, I don’t think, but of the five only ANCHORS AWEIGH would come closer for me. I’m not a fan of THE BELLS OF ST. MARY’S, I think SPELLBOUND is a real dud (ROPE is way better!), and… i’ve never seen mildred pierce… Gotta go…
And by the way, Bet, I was utterly remiss in not mentioning before how thrilled I was by your performance of the theme from THE GOOD, THE BAD and THE UGLY! Wow! So moved was I that after you played the first line on the recorder, I spontaneously erupted in a bit of call-and-response with the vulture cawing that acts as the recorder’s counterpart in Morricone’s score. The only problem is, I was listening at work when I did it, and nobody seated within 50 feet of me quite understood when I suddenly erupted in an ear-shattering squawk: “Ahh-AHH ahh-AHH ahhh!” Anybody know where I can get a good data entry job real quick?
Data Entry? How about a foley job? You might have to work on the squawk a little more. To hell with those caption writers if they can’t appreciate the art of a good Vulture mimic.
Ok, so if I get to operate my very own drive-in purchased for me thru the kindness and generosity of your mythical lottery win, we could call it Sal’s Amish Hucklebug Twin drive-in.
Before I forget, Bet should pay a visit to my blog. There I’ve inclided a link on one of the last couple of entry’s for the Moonlight Drive-In. Hopefully it’s the same drive-in you were speaking of.
A shout out to my eldest daughter Sara who turns 16 today. Suddenly I feel very old!!
Loretta Young was the one who had Clark Gable’s love child in the mid 30s and for years claimed she was adopted. Of course she looked exactly like Clark and Loretta. Then she became quite the preaching moralist in the 50s. Uh, okay. Btw, Loretta in the 30s…contender for most beautiful actress ever. Even when she was 15 she’d follow her older sister to nightclubs to hang with Joan Crawford and Joan was so afraid of her as competition she made her leave Loretta behind. And her son was in the greatly underrated 60s band Moby Grape.
I thought the movie was merely “good,” a typical pre-code illicit affair thing. There’s no way I’d buy that a guy who was set up as being so ruthless in the opening minutes of the movie would care about keeping all the employees on during the depression at the expense of the board salaries. I gave it 3½ stars. I’d agree about Warren William, though, he’s a guy who deserves to be better known. He did a comedic version of The Maltese Falcon with Bette Davis around 1936 (Satan Met A Lady) which wasn’t so great, but it’s worth seeing for a couple of laughs and the terrific character of his secretary, Miss Murgatroyd. Warren’s best work that I’ve seen is still Dave the Dude in Lady For A Day.
Definitely go for the hardwood floors. I have them here, and I love them. Cleaning just goes way down—a dry swiffer and a dustbuster pretty much gets it all.
They’ve changed the rules on some of the lotteries that you have to be announced—it’s their big advertising thing. “Look at this person who lives in a trailer who just became a gazillionaire!” And always take the lump sum payout. With that kind of money, you can make better investment choices to wind up with more money than the scheduled payout. You can afford a real money manager with that kind of money. I also once read this horror story where a guy had cancer, needed the money for treatment, and he had won the lottery and had taken the annual payout. They wouldn’t advance him the money—and I think it was unclear what happened to the money should he die.
And I appreciate the offer of George, but I suspect he already has lottery-type money and might not be interested. I’m never sure what I’d do with the money. I’d probably pay off the condo, keep that for a rental, and go buy a bigger place somewhere and have it totally renovated before I move in. I’d probably keep my job, but would refuse all stupid assignments. “No, I’m not going to do that. It’s dumb”. Depending on how much it is, I’d probably set up trusts or foundations, but in the beginning, I’d try not to make too many changes at all.
Topic for next week: What the hell can one do on a sick day? I’ve been out with the flu for the last two days, and even though I feel like crap, I’m bored stupid. Daytime television is even worse than it used to be. Today’s talk show topic: “Your brother may actually be my baby’s father”. It’s killing me worse than the flu.
Here’s your new quiz. Standard rules apply:
No googling! (this applies to the use of other search engines as well.)
The home listener should feel free to play along, but is asked not to post answers until the podcasters have had their chance. You may do so in next week’s comments.
This is only an exhibition, this is not a competition….but feel free to wager anyway.
#2 Songs, 1966-1985:
1966
The story’s in the past with nothin’ to recall
I’ve got my life to live and I don’t need you at all
1967
And all I had left was one little flower from her hair
1968
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?
1969
So don’t you give up now, so easy to find
Just look to your soul and open your mind
1970
He’s made an impression, so he makes a suggestion
Come up to my place, for some coffee, or tea, or me
1971
I can leave her on her own
Knowing she’s okay alone, and there’s no messing
1972
I can’t sleep at night for wanting to hold her tight
Ooh, I’ve tried so hard convincing myself
1973
Lookin’ back on how it was in years gone by
And the good times that I had
1974
Only you came when I needed a friend
Believed in me through thick and thin
1975
I keep your picture upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain that’s lyin’ there
1976
We could go walking through a windy park
Or take a drive along the beach
1977
Tell me you love me and don’t let me cry
Say anything but don’t say goodbye
1978
He’s got this dream about buying some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
1979
Living life is fun and we’ve just begun
To get our share of this world’s delights
1980
Do you mean to make me cry
Am I just another guy
1981
Breaking me out of the spell I was in
Making all of my wishes come true
1982
Will you meet him on the main line
Or will you catch him on the rebound
1983
Don’t let go while I’m hanging on
‘Cause I’ve been hanging on so long
1984
People say I’m crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much
1985
Built like she was, she had the nerve to ask me
If I planned to do her any harm
Apa lahchen? Really? I’ve never heard that before. I’ll have to take your word for it, Betster. How do you say “Ashville?” How about “Detroit”?
Ok, so how can you accuse me of not listening? Of course I was listening! I just couldn’t think of anything clever, witty, interesting, or inquisitive to say.
Congratulations on your raise and bonus Heidi!
Thanks for including me in your lotto plans. I qvelled up when I heard how you want to give me the means to quit my job and support myself so I can find a better job where sane people work.
I do know the name of Jack Whittaker -I saw his story on 60 minutes. It is really bad how the mismanagement of his money ruined his granddaughter’s life. But he’s also will never know again who his friends are. People love him for the money.
Why do you guys hate the Gecko so much? He’s adorable! The cavemen do suck ass, I’ll give you that. And I’ll bet their show is only on for 4 episodes. It reminds of of early TV when cigarette and oil companies sponsored television shows – like the Colgate-Palmolive hour.
I agree with you and Lily on the hardwood floors. I have them – most condos in Chicago come with them. They are easy to care for and are just so beautiful. If you have allergies they are also the way to go.
Bet, I too wondered about that Appa-LATCH-en pronunciation. But imagine my own Henry Higgins working hard to shake this naturally lazy kind of countrifed sound out of my own otherwise accent-free voice when I was preparing my short-lived radio career: “In AISH-land, Oregon, as in Longview, WARSH-ington, I always had to take out the TRAI-sh before I could eat my MAISH-ed potatoes.” Alas, that radio career CRAI-shed and burned, but not because of pronunciation issues!
I’m out, busily imagining the programming for that revival theater, until next episode!
And I didn’t know this, but I can subscribe to you guys through iTunes! Nice! (My wife and I found it last night, and I laughed when I saw the little red EXPLICIT warning next to the names Bet and Stennie.)