Anyone remember that sci-fi movie from the seventies when upon turning 30 one participated in a big ceremony, floated up and up, and was killed? Maybe it’s like that.
I wouldn’t mind looking like Michael York. A bit late in the game for me for elective cosmetic vanity intervention, though.
Speaking of bad sci-fi movies, I saw Raptor on the boob tube last night. It sucked so spectacularly that it almost qualified as kitsch. Sadly, it fell short of THAT. Entertainment rating: minus pi.
He can still post because he is… well… Nano. Anybody remember that group called Hawkwind, from long ago? Nano’s 10,000th reminds me of their album Damnation Alley.
HOO-rrraaaaah!
Like the Buddha, the Nano has chosen to stay behind here with us mere mortals to guide us on our own individual paths to 10K-dom. What a guy!
I must say that I have my father to thank for passing on to me his knack for sartorial flair. On a dreadfully hot day like today, though, I have to put aside such natty togs and reveal my beefy splendor. One prefers to be modest, of course, as my hyperplasia sends the neighbor ladies a-tittering, but…
I can’t believe a Renaissance man like Bloomie ever watched a lame movie like Logan’s Run. Farrah Fawcett played a ditzy plastic surgeon’s assistant. Classic line: Michael York sees the big Lincoln at the Lincoln Memorial in D.C.: “That must be the look of…getting old.”
Yes, they all got zapped at 30. It was called going to “Carousel” and they thought they were being renewed.
Ok, ok…I thought Michael York was really cute after seeing The Three Musketeers, so I went twice.