Barbara says to me today, when I'm dropping off a copy of FEAR & LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS for her to read in the airport over the weekend, "I see your boy got off."
Huh? Oh, right. Robert Blake. Yeah. My boy. I remember when he actually looked like a boy. Now he looks like a seventy year old man that was REALLY surprised that he got off.
Time to put IN COLD BLOOD in the Netflix que. How much ya wanna bet it has a "really long wait"? Haven't been able to get WHERE THE BUFFALO ROAM delivered since Hunter killed himself. They've gotta be scrambling to put Baretta on DVD, right? There could be some great commentary on that one.
DJ and I thought we might go to Vitello's for a drink the other night (it's hardly a mile from our house) but then...nah.
Posted by nora murphy at March 18, 2005 06:24 PM | TrackBack