Barry Schwartz 🫖I saw that Barbara Eden (who is 24 but claims to be 94) has put out some photos recently. I have not seen the photos.
Y’all may not know that I am a fan of ‘I Dream of Jeannie’. Have been since I was a young’un.
By the way, you would be kindly advised to get off my lawn.
I am quite fond of the orange or pink or purple hair of the 1990s and a quaint nose piercing might be fetching, but I have not accustomed myself to your numerous tattoos, which incidentally are EXTREMELY unkosher. I mean, tattoos are against Jewish law, no question.
I am not adherent to Jewish law, but Holy Heck.
(My great aunt Hilda used to call me alternately ‘Prince Valiant’ and ‘Geronimo’ in reference to my 1970s teenager hair.)
IOW I am a fan of ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ because I am old.
But Barbara stays with us.
I am also a fan of Mister Ed and Alan Young (also known as Angus Young but not the AC/DC guy) was with us a long time, but eventually left us. He was confused, though. But it was not due to age. Alan Young was just naturally confused.
Seriously. He was not a reliable source of information about facts. But I do believe things such as his story about Mister Ed breaking free from him one day on a beach, so he could find something resembling straw upon which to you know.
Yes, the horse was registered as ‘Bamboo Harvester’, but no one called him by that name. His name was Ed. His name was Ed.
He is not the horse that is buried in Oklahoma. I do not mind Oklahoma. Oklahoma is a very nice place that was my father’s home, despite that the people in it are too obviously infected with dangerous doctrines, besides whatever nice ones they have. But that is Mister Ed’s double for publicity appearances.
Mister Ed was cremated.
So called ‘ashes’ are actually ‘cremulated’ bone and tooth fragments. A ‘cremulator’ is a sort of grinder sold to people who do that sort of work. They taught that sort of work at my alma mater Middlesex College (which was called Middlesex County College when I was graduated from it in 1984).
Mister Ed had his ‘ashes’ spread on the stuffed remains of Trigger.
Well, no, but he would have liked that.
Ed, unfortunately, did not have an extremely long life.
It wasn’t brief, but it wasn’t extremely long.
Trigger lived from the 1930s to the 1960s. For a horse, that is long. I mean, the longest recorded life for a horse is over 60 years, but that is extreme. Trigger lived a VERY long life, and then Roy had him stuffed. Then Roy died and Dale had HIM (really Leonard Slye) stuffed. Then Dale died and I-don’t-know who had HER stuffed.
But Ed accidentally got overdosed. Poor thing suffered anyway.
He was actually older than the character he played on the show.
Incidentally I am sad sad sad about two people who left this Earth on my birthday.
1. Nova Pilbeam
2. John Lewis
You do not know Nova Pilbeam, because you are ignant, but she was in two movies directed by Alfred Hitchcock. She was in the only version of ‘The Man Who Knew Too Much’ that you need to consider exists, as the kidnapped child (who was a girl, not a boy), and she was in a variously titled film as the star actress.
But a Google search also turns up
3. Walter Cronkite
Walter Cronkite was not a complete tool. For that he deserves inclusion in the list.
See, many would list John Lewis as a tool. But they do not recognize that you must sometimes be the simulacrum of a tool, to pretend to be tool, to find your way into the systems.
In other words, you must be a MOLE.
John Lewis was a MOLE.
And Walter Cronkite was a MOLE.
Whether they saw themselves as such or not. It was because they had active and strong consciences.
People who do not recognize the existence of such MOLES are actually people WITHOUT consciences, or more likely who have purposedly suppressed their consciences because they have been fooled by propaganda.
Anyway, I am saddened to discovered Wlater Cronkite died on my birthday. I had already known Nova Pilbeam and John Lewis had.
Indeed, I had kept track of Nova to see that she was still alive and then one day she was not, and it was on my birthday, of all days. :(