There was not a whole lot of scatter to my Scattered Saturday today (nor a whole lot of scat either, if you’re into jazz) (which I am). I ran, I wrote, I read, I did not do dishes, I went to an early dinner with my husband, Steven, and now we are about to embark upon the movie watching portion of the evening (as regular readers know, my favorite part) (along with the bra off, sweats on, wine drinking portion of the evening) (which it also is, except for the sweats; too hot). This being the case, I share a picture I downloaded earlier to share on Steven’s Facebook page:
Just another unrealistic body type for us females to aspire to.
I’m pretty sure this is a publicity shot for House on Haunted Hill (1959), one of our go-to movies for just such an evening. I think we will not watch this movie tonight, since we did recently view it. What are our other possibilities? Hmmm….
“You think I’m the murderer? I thought you were the murderer!”
Thinking of Vincent Price usually brings me back to Laura (1944), a stylish noir, as one reviewer described it, and another of our favorites. Price plays, unusually enough, a leading man type, not a creepy murderer type. This is another of our go-to movies.
Nothing to worry about, everything is fine.
I finish with one last shot of Price, in another of our go-to movies, House of Wax (1953). Price does play a creepy murderer-type in this one.
So we have several suggestions right off the cuff for the movie watching portion of our evening. What to watch, what to watch, what to watch (yes, you have to say it three times). Tune in tomorrow, on Wrist to Forehead Sunday, and perhaps I’ll tell you.
Just a thought: would you be more apt to describe this post as Slacker Saturday? I’m thinking, maybe.
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