The flowers are starting to bloom....

So it's time for a new sofa! Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Mildred (but you can call her Millie)




Isn't she beautiful? I found her languishing in the backroom at the St. Vincent de Paul, and simply had to have her. True, she is lightly floral, but you can't have everything. She makes me feel all Angie Dickenson-ish. I've been going through the Martini & Rossi Asti Spumant (on the rocks) like crazy. Say Yes!

Now I need to find a behind-the-sectional table, and a coffee table that can hold its own against her fabulousness. I'm thinking a round mosaic.....

Speaking of coffee tables, I will be travelling for the next two weeks. Flying to Chicago on Saturday to see an old hotel friend, Zephyring to CB on Easter Sunday, spending a week and a half in beautiful (?) Council Bluffs (Hello, Cole!) Zephyring to Reno for an evening, then Zephyring on into San Francisco for two nights at the Sir Francis Drake before flying home (on the new Virgin America Airlines!) on Sunday, April 6. Expect sporadic GTC, if at all.

blogger has been very sketchy lately.....

And I'm always sketchy when it comes to blogging. But I'm still alive. And just to prove it, I bring you another scopitone. I love everything about this one: The inept chorus girls, the banal song, but especially, the guy in the red shirt. Enjoy!

Happy Germans do the Copacabana!

Feeling like a south-of-the-border getaway, but can't afford it right now? Let the Scopitone take you away

Scopitone: Who Knew?

In investigating the surreal Debbie Reynolds clip, I learned that it was filmed for a technology called Scopitone, which was a 60's era sort of video jukebox thingy.

There's scads of Scopiton films on youtube, but this one will give you a pretty good taste. They're all corny as hell, and loads of fun!

Who Says Folk Music Can't Be Campy?

UPDATE: I posted this earlier today, when I had a lot of stuff going on around the house. Yapping doggies, screaming neighbors (No, not them - the other one) and general hubbub. So I really didn't give it the credit it deserves.

Via Musto and JoeMyGod, I bring you this.....item. It really defies convention on just about every level. Debbie looks marvelous, of course, and the set is one of those great 60's sets. But the song? And the editing? And what's with those dancers and singers? They give me the creeps.

There's no indication as to how, when, or why this thing was done. It's a mystery. Enjoy.

RELAPSE!

Wouldn't you know it. There I go, spouting off about Ny-Quil and how great it is, and suddenly I get worse?

So Monday morning, after a night of unspeakable indignities (and not of the fun kind, either), I went straight to the Polyclinic, sans vocce (luckily I had the Colonel along with, because I doubt I could have driven) and went to see the Doctor, where I was told I have "a touch" of pneumonia!!!

Why, I was as shocked as any other red-blooded American housewife, but the good Doctor went on to explain that they have been seeing a lot of this this year and that while I should have come to the clinic sooner (try THAT on a weekend!) he was awfully afraid that I'd make a full recovery.

So he sent me back home with some antibiotics, and the stern instructions to stay away from The Major Concern for the week. So here I am, just me and the doggies. And Sputnik, of course (who, once I started to mend, completely lost interest in me. Drama cat).

I'll keep you posted - as I know you're all on the edge of your seats now - but I do feel 900% better than I did yesterday morning, and almost have my voice back. But watch out, darlings - this is not a "fun" malady: If you start feeling a bit feeble, seek out your physician!

And here's a happy home hint for you: If you get sick, leave the TV off. Daytime TV only makes things worse.

A Paean to Ny-Quil

Ach, I have been so sick!

It really and truly snuck up on me. I was fine on Thursday. I went to the Seattle Central library (which gets more annoying as the years go by. We were really taken for suckers on that one) to pick up a book, and then went home to meet The Colonel and The Greek, who was over visiting. Went to bed early, no problems.

Friday I woke up, feeing a bit off, with sort of a deep cough, but went to work anyway. but by noon I was a pathetic, sniveling heap of jelly, with the chills and the fever and the drama, so I did the sensible thing: Went home and laid in bed and moaned and felt very sorry for myself.

I had bought some of those Mucinex tablets, because I thought that they might work for what ailed me: After all, their commercials always show how when your lungs are being used as a living room by repellent yet loveable creatures, Mucinex makes them go away. Well, they didn't, and by Saturday, I was feeling much worse. This was truly a drag, as I had all sorts of things I wanted to accomplish, but all I could do was lie around and moan (which gets really old really quick)

After a dreadful night, I finally convinced The Colonel to get me some Ny-Quil, which knocked me out for several hours. Now, I don't feel 100% (far from it) but at least I feel half-way not dead, and that's an improvement. Ny-Quil is wondnerful stuff.