–McThag
(So, about that Super Redhawk in .22 Hornet…)
This is prompted by an email I got from Kino Lorber about their current sale. (Not an affiliate link.)
One of the things they have on sale is “Goldengirl“, a movie I remember from the 1980s but never saw. Check out that cast: James Coburn! Robert Culp! Harry Guardino! Michael Lerner! And Susan Anton, who I also remember from the 1980s but never saw.
I got curious about the plot and went over to Wikipedia, which describes “Goldengirl” as a “American drama sci-fi sports film“.
Which got me to racking my brain. Perhaps I am getting senile, but: how many sci-fi sports films are there? “Goldengirl” and “Rollerball” are really the only two I can think of. (I don’t know that I’d call “Field of Dreams” sci-fi, though I think there’s a strong argument for it being fantasy.)
Gentle readers, what sci-fi sports films am I missing that will cause me to slap my forehead and say “Of course! How could I have forgotten about that one!”
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(It’s the “inspirational sign” clearly labeled “inspirational sign” that gets me.)
Chaser:
Prompted by this:
And this, from McThag:
I wrapped up the “What you gonna do when you get out of jail?…” series, and it doesn’t look like we’re going back to those days anytime soon. But hand to God, I swear I am considering reviving it for a special limited engagement, collecting videos on the subjects of OPSEC and COMSEC. Seems like too many people don’t understand basic rules, like “don’t buy stuff under your own name”, “pay CASH”, and “don’t brag about your clever scheme to evade the law in email”.
Cheez Louise, I never served in the military or in the intelligence apparatus, but apparently I have more sense than some of these people. And that scares me.
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Chaser:
A retired doctor was arrested Tuesday after police allegedly discovered guns, drugs and prostitutes on his 70-foot yacht in Nantucket — following reports a distressed woman had possibly overdosed and “did not feel safe” onboard.
Scott Anthony Burke, 69, was slapped with drug trafficking and weapons charges after cops raided his luxury vessel — Jess Conn – and uncovered the trove of guns, cocaine and ketamine, court records obtained by The Boston Globe allege.
First, it was “no personal watercraft on Lake Austin during the holiday”.
Then, they put up big electronic signs telling us not to “drag chains” or “toss lit cigarettes” because of “wildfire risk”.
And now, it appears you can’t even have hookers, blow, and guns on your yacht. What am I supposed to do with my weekends now? And what’s the point of even having a yacht these days?
Joyless fun-suckers, sucking the fun out of everything.
The street finds its own uses for things.
New Jersey business owner arrested for using a drone to drop dye packets into local swimming pools.
Oddly, it seems like his business was not a pool service business, but a heating and cooling service company. If it was a pool service company, that’d at least be understandable to me.
Remember that movie from back in March? The one that I won’t even name, because the trailer sent me into a state of apoplectic rage?
It opened this weekend…
…and finished fifth at the box office, having been beaten by “Blue Beetle” (a movie about a minor tier DC superhero), “Barbie”, “Oppenheimer”, and “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem”.
Heh. Heh. Heh.
Wikipedia cites the estimated budget for this pile of crap at $46 million, which means it needs to gross $92 to $138 million to break even. With an opening in fifth place, I’m thinking this is going to turn out to be one of this year’s biggest dogs, and I remain hopeful this will destroy the careers of everyone involved.
I did not know there was a Yogi Berra stamp.
I guess these were issued in 2021, which would explain why I can’t find first day covers on the USPS web site. But my local post office still had sheets of them.
Also, postage is 66 cents now. Good thing the Yogi stamps are forever stamps. After all, as someone once said, “A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.”
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Chaser:
It seemed to me that much of the etiquette I was learning had to do with never having to tell yourself, “I’m stupid and now I’m dying.”
–Tim Cahill, Pass the Butterworms: Remote Journeys Oddly Rendered