Zsa Zsa knows

how to "give" in traffic.

The Dowager Duchess of Lethal

Eat Locally.

I remember this!
from Modern Mechanix.

MAL!

Maybe this will get rid of that man.

Who IS This Man?

How did he get in here? More importantly, how do I get him out?

image from popcardsfr.blogspot.com

My Color...

...is not quite my own. I've had some nasty cold sinus/bronchitis for a week now, far more than my usual "down" time and the only solace I've had, since I can't taste anything, is the lively group that's going over at the Dowager Quarterly Facebook page. Who knew?  In the meantime, I'd strongly recommend heading over to the Cold Dirt Press, where our honorary doser and whoopie cap wearer, Mister Phil X. Milstein, has compiled one of his truly great compilations: The Ruby Variations. While I neglect my other blogs, I do have good book news: our marvelous Lex10 (who designs this and the Celluloid Slammer) has come up with some wonderful ads for my book. You'll be really pleased.

In the meantime, I've found that The Three Suns' "Continental Affair" - particularly their version of "The French Can-Can Polka" tends to send my very noisy neighbors back in the house. Works like a charm. I've grown quite fond of the tune.

Debutante and Dowager

Fading Fast

As We Ponder

Let Marwal's "The Thinker" do it for us.

We're Having a Party!

Miss Lily and I have class.

Le Temps du Aquarius

Mon dieu! On the heels of my last post, look at this:

le crystal du revelations indeed...

Just in time!

Blogger went down, the NYPL site is down and all in time for Friday the 13th! It was a big "mystic crystal revelation" from Raquel, Peter Lawford, Engelbert and everyone telling us to get off the computer and get outside! Or maybe to just watch more TV. I've been watching Upstairs, Downstairs from the beginning (the old one) because, of course, I'm a sucker for Edwardian design (no, really) and I just love Jean Marsh. I was disappointed that the new one only has three episodes so far! What a ripoff. Anyway, I can hear my neighbor on his phone, the other one bitching about something, and the trash trucks, so it's a typical day here in LA. Crime is up in my 'hood, which is not good (a gunpoint mugging and a stabbing, several car break-ins) which have me and the gals worried, but Chester's out on his tiki patio all day like the lion in front of the library.

While I remain (under)employed I spend time with my firecracker of a neighbor, who spent decades photographing Hollywood's illustrious and infamous (James Dean, Marilyn, and Sinatra, to name only a few, and I mean a few), helping him organize his collection. We have fun. He was shot down by Rommel's army in WW2, so I really can't complain to him about anything. How could I? He goes to the VA and exercises three days a week. So I am now busting my ass doing "Gravity Pilates" classes on machines that look like a combo of Uncle Fester meets medieval-torture. I'm also working on a piece for an upcoming art show at Ranch'n'Roll where the theme is "cow skulls." 'Nuff said.

Well, there you have it. More than I've said in months. Come visit me at The Hair Hall of Fame, my Tumblr for fun pix and Cold Dirt Press, where I am an indentured servant. Happy Friday the 13th and thank you for being my loyal readers. Should you be so inclined, I occasionally write poetry too, which I post here with my writing partner, the amazing Nicca Ray.


Photo from Craig McDonald's piece on Nightmare Alley, one of my favorite books/films.

Raquel vs Peter Lawford

wild card: Diahann Carroll

Engelbert, why not?

Was "Aquarius" required song for Hollywood Palace?

These Are...

From Wrong Side of the Art.

Marwal

I own this lovely mother and her children. I call them the "Tangee Family." I had to buy them the minute I spotted them at my friend's shop, Found, in Lowell, because my longtime pal's mom still has them. And his grandfather had them too ("He'd regularly touch them up with paint," PZ tells me.) But we had never seen the mother!

Well, guess what? There's a whole family. Marwal got really creative, and did "Spanish," "Dutch," "African" and of course their Polynesian. Here's my new favorite- I call him the "Tangee Bachelor Uncle." I just got him for only $9.99! I guess he's the Clifton Webb of Marwal.

Here's some more:

You Talkin' to Me, Freckle Face?

Hussy!

Oh, Tussy.

Wondersoft