HousekeepingMisc. inanitySome Came Running by Glenn Kenny

Biting my tongue...

By October 13, 2009January 12th, 202614 Comments

Mouthless

…is prob­ably not going to be suf­fi­cient. However, due to cer­tain per­son­al prom­ises I’ve made, I am enjoined from say­ing much of any­thing about the latest inter­tubes ker­fuffle that occurred over the week­end. Regular read­ers of this blog my infer that the whole thing fills my over­size being with rauc­ous hil­ar­ity. Such an infer­ence would not be far wrong. But, like I said. In any event, it might be a good idea to keep my powder dry until this week’s “Topics” column at The Auteurs’.

By the way, if you can name the film from which the above screen grab is taken, you too, may be qual­i­fied for mem­ber­ship in a pro­fes­sion­al organ­iz­a­tion!! You can learn more by…

Okay, I’ll stop. 

FYI, I missed all this delight as it was hap­pen­ing due to my week­end vaca­tion from com­put­ing devices, which, although you did­n’t ask, could­n’t have gone bet­ter. My Lovely Wife and I met up with my fab­ulous in-laws in Colonial Williamsburg, where we enjoyed both relax­a­tion and edi­fic­a­tion. I had pea­nut soup for the first time in about 40 years, and my, it was even more deli­cious than I remembered. Also, just so you know: The Lodge at Williamsburg has one of the best, if not the best, brunch buf­fets I’ve ever seen, and from San Francisco to Singapore to Cannes to Memphis, I’ve seen myself a few. Highly recommended!

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