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Sorry, MsGuy, we work with what we have.

Or didn't see the three movies you asked about. If The Flat or Cloud Atlas gets on your list, I'll be happy to weigh in.

If I've asked her once, I've asked her thirty million times to put the damned cap back on the toothpaste!

Have I won anything? Here's post 1465 and, if I've got it figured out right, this should be my 25th post and I should have hit the bogey. But in re-reading the rules I wonder if I've discovered an ambiguity: Does this mean I have to come back and do a reprise in December, or can I just skulk off now and wait for my new Gold Member prize to kick in?

A $10 million lawsuit for morally damaging 25 thousand concert-goers seems a bit rich to me. That works out to four hundred bucks a head. Hell, I'd be glad to damage their morals for a lot less than that. At least the guys in the audience. At those prices, maybe AdamSmith would be willing to step in and debase the ladies.

Hate to see you go, however briefly. You're a warm presence here. I went through a financial trough many years ago, when Thanksgiving dinner was a turkey and stuffing sandwich from Togo's with cranberry sauce on top no less. Things started improving the following year and kept going till the money literally started rolling in. (And out again too, but that's another post.) Trust your fortunes will improve likewise and just as fast.

Couldn't have said it any better! What's amazing, to me anyway, about Ricky Martin is that he has been cute his entire life! Lots of folks have certain periods they go through when they can be called cute. (For me it was my third summer. ) But I've never seen Ricky Martin look anything but cute. He has got him a fine and long-lasting set of genes!

Really good question. And what if someone decides he's bisexual? Is that enough to warrant an announcement? It would be fun if all twenty thirty forty umpty-ump million decided to come out on the same day.

Actually, 60 Minutes had a good segment last night on college football, and Nick Saban was featured. And Joe Paterno was, as you say, an easy lie. But who can resist a bit of horseplay with a couple of jocks?

When asked by archnemesis, Darius Biederbeck, 'What kind of fiend are you?', Phibes allows, 'The kind that wins, my friend.' And here's how it gets started, along with other quotes from the film and an enthusiastic second to AdamSmith's recommendation. Vincent Price as Dr. Phibes (or is it the other way around?): Victoria, for three years I have rested by your side. Now the moon has risen to the exact position which last occurred two thousand years ago, signaling the opening of this crypt, and the beginning of our greatest adventure. We shall embark to the land of Egypt, where years ago I did prepare for us a wondrous shrine. I shall search for the river of life, which holds the key to resurrection for you and eternal life for both of us. Apparently, his trusted assistant, Vulnavia (!), has been standing by all this time in case he needs her. I call on you once more, Vulnavia, come my trusted aide. [Vulnavia appears] Thank you, my dear, for answering my call. Upstairs, in my safe, is a most precious map of papyrus. The way to a pharaoh's tomb! Beneath which flows, each two thousand years, the River of Life. We must make haste and find the river at its flood. And so they do, never forgetting to stop and smell the flowers along the way.

Thank you! I picked up a little steam when he got to the part about some guy grabbing his enormous bonus, and then the lights went out again.

So one would think. Yesterday, cbnick shared an experience with a pole dancer in Phoenix. Not only did I like the post but I thought, like Lucky, it might give a little encouragement to a new poster if I were to sign in and actually 'like' the post. So that's what I did. I remember how much I enjoyed my first 'like' and wanted to pass the experience on. Imagine my surprise when the 'like' count for the new poster didn't budge. I could see the 'like' in his 'received' list, and I could see it in my 'given' list, but still the 'like' counter didn't move one iota. Just to make sure, I opened the post again this morning, logged in, 'unliked' it, and then 'liked' it again. Same thing. It shows up in his 'received' list, and it shows up in my 'given' list, but it doesn't show up in the poster's total number of 'likes'. As I mentioned, this is a new poster with only a couple of posts, so it's not like the numbers have become too large to keep track of. Is it possible that there is a glitch in the 'likes' software? Or maybe the programmers have decided that some posts, or some posters, or some likers, are just unlikeable? Very odd, whatever the reason, and I'd like to think that it will be fixed. It was also interesting to note that, after a good night's sleep, I was able to open a post and 'unlike' it the next day. Even though this was just an experiment, and I immediately 're-liked' it again, it was nevertheless noteworthy that I was able to 'unlike' a 'like' even after several hours and, presumably, after several days, weeks, or months. That seems to open the door not only for undoing any inadvertent 'likes' one may have given oneself, but also to 'unlike' the posts of others should either the post or the poster not withstand the test of time. While we may start looking forward to seeing our 'like' totals go up as the years roll by, is it likely there will come a time when we notice them starting to go down, just as if some strange presence sits noodling at the keyboard of our self-esteem?

I know! And yet Lucky wonders if I'm contrary. Go figger. While I'm not distressed by the nudity of others, personally, I prefer leaving a little something to the imagination.

And don't think you've gone unnoticed, my pretty little cupcake! . . .

Funny, last week I was talking with friends about this very subject. The one luxury I'd love to have would be a health-conscious chef: someone who spends all day finding the freshest, most nourishing ingredients possible, and turning them into meals that delight the eye and the palate and leave me feeling well nourished. That would be an incredible indulgence!

Pretty nice work nonetheless!

I wonder if global warming will one day send more of us back to our birthday suits. Yesterday, I asked a couple of City boys what they thought about all the fuss. They confirmed what I've heard before, that it's a response to the stroller moms who have moved to the Castro to raise their families and now form a vocal subset of Supervisor Wiener's constituents. Like Lucky, they do not enjoy seeing their neighbors' dangly parts and perhaps feel that their offspring might be irreparably harmed by skipping down the street and suddenly coming face-to-crotch with an unclad community member. It made me wonder if their children were born with a distaste for nudity, or if it was something they learned during their early days in the nursery. I felt bad for them, and wondered if it would be possible to make neighborhood nudity a fully-disclosable item in any real estate transactions, like roof rot and mold and lead-based paints. It also made me wonder what role evolution will play in resolving this issue and if thousands of years of being born naked will someday evolve into the first live birth in which the newborn pops out fully clothed. And would the neonatal garments have designer labels, or would they be purely utilitarian? Once I started wondering, it was hard to stop, and I found myself wondering if my own street presence, even though fully - if not fashionably - clothed, might also prove offensive to the more aesthetically attuned inhabitants of our fair City. I'd feel terrible if the sight of yours truly mincing down the street in skimpy shorts, weather permitting, would cause the slightest discomfort to even the most finely strung of my fellow citizens. And what if I did learn that my appearance out in the open offended others? I wonder if I could bear it, although I'm not sure I'd have the discipline to spend the rest of my life indoors. Unless maybe I had some company. Clothing optional, of course.

Big news indeed and no doubt a blow to the denizens of Dore Alley and Folsom Street. Let's hope your neighbors are a broadminded bunch.

And cute too!

Likewise, I'd follow you anywhere! And, in the case of at least one delightful escort, have. Plus, I just gave you a well-deserved 'like' that ties us up, so to speak. Not for long, I'll wager, as I'm sure you've got a couple of doozies in the queue. Agree with my fellow posters that 'likes' are fun. I think it's a very convenient way to give a 'thumbs up' to a person's post. And, for me, it's a good way to learn if one of my posts that I thought was funny or interesting turned out, in fact, to be a stinker. I don't think it's a perfect substitute for actually telling someone you liked his post, but it's useful all the same. The only snag is that I don't always log in when I read posts so I can't give or see 'likes' unless I go back and re-read all the posts when I do finally log in. Over the years, I've had to do that in order to see some pictures too, so it's not the end of the world. But I know I miss some. Another interesting feature is that you can look at your profile, or someone else's, and see a list of the posts that they have given likes to and another list of posts that they have received likes for. In some cases, where a person likes his own posts, the same post will show up on both lists. I haven't yet got around to liking my own posts, although it seems like a handy feature if one is looking to show how much he likes himself. If you're a numbers guy, it's a lot easier to see how many likes you've received than how many likes you've given. However, you can see on your profile how many 'pages' of likes you've given. I'm on page ten so, at fifteen likes per page, I know I've given a few more likes than I've received, which seems about right in my book. All this talk about 'likes' has got me humming an old tune from the Kingston Trio called The Merry Minuet. Hope you like it! THE KINGSTON TRIO "The Merry Minuet" (Sheldon Harnick) They're rioting in Africa. They're starving in Spain. There's hurricanes in Florida and Texas needs rain. The whole world is festering with unhappy souls. The French hate the Germans. The Germans hate the Poles. Italians hate Yugoslavs. South Africans hate the Dutch and I don't like anybody very much! But we can be tranquil and thankful and proud for man's been endowed with a mushroom shaped cloud. And we know for certain that some lovely day someone will set the spark off and we will all be blown away. They're rioting in Africa. There's strife in Iran. What nature doesn't do to us will be done by our fellow man.

No doubt they are searching for a way to honor your recent parsimony and keep you in the fold.

A logistical tour de force! And to think you did it without a motorcade.

Do you think we're scaring off the new customers? . . . Maybe. We do tend to run our mouths a lot. . . . . . Especially when we're talking about Benjamin Nicholas. . . . . . . . I guess we could be a little quieter if somebody comes in. . . . . . . . . . . . Don't look at me! I can't get a word in edgewise.