Kelly Fobert? For Real?

Will the real Kelly Fobert please stand up. (or e-mail me)

davis_paule@hotmail.com

Bedtime story

I like to read 4th Floor NYC (see Blog links to the right) before I go to bed. It is the blog of Natasha Schwartz. She is my friend and not just because I'm pushing 40 and like having friends in their 20s. She writes good stuff - funny, sardonic, honest, short and sweet.

I also post comments on her blog hoping that people will read them and then link to my blog so that cyberspace doesn't feel so damn anonymous

Bon Soir "Bon Voyage"

Not up for French class tonight I compensated by renting the 2003 Jean-Paul Rappeneau film "Bon Voyage" starring Isabelle Adjani, Gerard Depardieu, Virginie Ledoyen, Gregori (hubba hubba) Derangere (do an image search on google and you'll agree) and Peter Cayote (speaking French and German).

Cinema Sublime

The thing about good movies is that they immediately prompt me to want to share (it was all I could do not to pause the film, call friends and loved ones and shout "go rent this movie NOW" maintenant, je dis!

40's luxury, romanticism, World War 2 intrigue, and a deft comic flair (simultaneously making fun of and celebrating it's characters), the film is pure escapist confection and hit me just right.

The 77% it gets on Rotten Tomatoes dot com features grumples from critics tsk-tsking the movie from having fun during the Nazi era. I argue that the movie affectionately processes and morally respects the gravity of those times. Not all WW2 films need to be "Sophie Scholl." This one's for those who love cinema with sweep and flair (and pretty people in period costumes). Okay, so couples working for the resistance couldn't really escape the pursuit of officerd demanding papers in occupied France by dashing into a movie house and making out through the patrons' smoke and the projectors' flicker, but it's a nice dream, je crois.

On another note, Nat called me during the film to say that I should start blogging about our workouts, so for those readers interested in hearing about "my name is Nat DeWolf and I yell at Paul when he can't hold the plank position for an hour" stay tuned!

Take me Away from All This Death

My friend Kelly Fobert, with whom I used to dance aboard Princess Cruises many years ago used to repeat two quotes frequently:

"Lies make Baby Jesus cry" - the Flanders children from The Simpsons

and

"Take me away from all this death" Wynona Ryder's Mina Murray in 1992's DRACULA

Since I'm sick and feeling like death. What better topic to occupy these pages than to offer the pool of projected celebrity deaths for the New Year? (each year to the glee of some and dismay of others I cull predicitons from friends and then send out announcements/updates on various "passings/transitions" to the group.

Here are the picks for this year.

2008 Projected Celebrity Deaths
Albert Finney
Amy Winehouse
Andy Griffith
Anita Page
Anna Nicole Smith – resurrected only to die again, like Jesus
Annette Funicello
Ariel Sharon
Art Linkletter
Barbara Bush
Bea Arthur
Bilawal Bhutto Zardari
Bob Barker
Bob Newhart
Brittany Spears
Brittany Spears
Cassandra Peterson (Elvira)
Chuck Norris
Dick Cheney
Dick Clark
Dick Van Dyke
Dick Van Patten
Don Rickles
Edward Albee
Eli Wallach
Elizzabeth Taylor
Ernest Borginie
Fidel Castro
Gore Vidal
Hal Holbrook
Harvey Korman
Horation Sanz
Jeff Conaway
Jennifer Jones
Jessica Simpson
Karl Malden
Kate Moss
Kathleen Turner
Keith Richards
Kirk Douglas
Larry King
Laura Bush
Linda Ellerbee
Lizz Taylor
Luise Rainer
Margaret Thatcher
Mary Kate Olsen
Mel Brooks
Michael Jackson
Miep Gies
Owen Wilson
Paris Hilton
Paul Sorvino
Pete Doherty
Peter O’Toole
Piper Laurie
Queen Elizzabeth
Ray Bradbury
Richard Branson
Richard Simmons
Ruby Dee
Sid Caesar
Steve Coogan
Sydney Lumet
Tiger Woods
Tommy LaSorta
Zsa Zsa Gabor

Last year the group accurately predicted the passing of the following:

Anna Nicole Smith
Brooke Astor
Kitty Carlisle Hart
Kurt Vonnegut
Tammy Faye Messner

FEVER DREAMING FROM THE DARK SIDE

It's official I got sick (and I'm milking it for all it's worth with Bixby
- a.k.a. Nursemaid Elliot). Went to a new doctor today with 100.8 temp
and a bad case of the chills along with gunky wheezy lungs. Did anebulizer and got hooked up with lots of drugs, so:

Some observations and questions:

When antibiotics say to take with food, does Slim Fast count?

On the train home I spotted a middle aged man with a belly. Worn black sneakers, frayed black jeans, a jacket, ear phones, a Patagonia hat and a copy of "How to Win Friends and Influence People" pressed up against his thick eye glasses.

I've
got "are you nuts" song going through my head. Imagine that I'm tech
savvy enough to link to a couple of you tube clips, but instead go to
you tube and first type in the following key words

why do you think you are nuts

look for the Penny Magic Show clip

Then, type in Carol Channing: Why do you think you are nuts?

WARNING - the song will not leave your head. It's in mine and I have a fever.

Friends showed me this over the summer and another friend just reminded me about it.

And, if you haven't seen God Warrior from Wife Swap and then Candis Cayne as God Warrior, you MUST check out the clips. The Candis Cayne ABBA clip is High art and I'm NOT High when I proclaim that

Yes, I know I am months behind the pop culture you tube curve on these ones, but their impact endures.

Are you nuts, are you nuts, do you hate your guts?

A test regarding CLAY AIKEN

Not the best topic to break my blog silence but lately i've been tickled to discover just how easy it is to push the buttons of clay aiken fans. Bixby (my bf) writes a blog and simply said, with regard to the news of Clay going into Spamalot on Broadway "I have a bad feeling about this." To which fanatical clay fans - in droves - posted mean things about Bixby calling him a self-hating fag who must spend all his time reading Perez Hilton and inaccurate gossip magazines.

So i'm returning some of the venom and testing to see how many of those cyber surfing clay aiken fans make it here and start posting mean comments on my blog.

I'll just say this, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to see that Clay Aiken is gay. Nor is it inaccurate to call him cheesey and self-important (that Newsweek interview)

With regard to Cheesey, I'll just say that a highlight of my Christmastime channel surfing was stumbling upon a Holiday on Ice special featuring a girly and bloated Clay Aiken perched on a stool at the edge of the ice drippingly singing some ballad as skaters did their thing. Classic!

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