Thursday, February 27, 2025

R.I.P. Gene Hackman


















Aged 95, at home with his wife and dog (sounds suspicious, but probably a gas or carbon monoxide problem - time will tell). Double Academy Award-winning actor with about a million movies to his credit (he was doing 2-5 movies/year in the 1980s and 1990s). His big break-out role was alongside Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty as a member of the gang in Bonnie and Clyde. 


Followed it up a few roles later with his Best Actor performance, with Roy Scheider in The French Connection. 
Then made the rest of his 79 career movies. Not counting TV roles and plays by the dozen.  (If, for one example, you haven't seen March Or Die, it's apparently temporarily available in full and free with ads on YouTube. Great Foreign Legion flick.) Even in mediocre roles or movies, (and most of his were anything but that) Hackman could always be counted on for an eminently watchable performance, and could captivate an audience in even a small role, and probably just reading a cereal box. 


Phenomenal actor with a monumental body of work over 4 decades in Hollywood, and with the good grace to generally keep his personal opinions to himself, and focus on being a great actor, a trait far too rare in many lesser lights (and beside him, most of Hollywood is a lesser light). Most of SAG-AFTRA heaved a sigh of relief when he retired in 2004, because it meant any five other actors could finally get some work.

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Reference Reminder

 































For Informational Purposes, the above list of keywords is the ones that set the NSA's e-mail and online post-searching machinery into hyperdrive. Feel free to sprinkle them liberally into anything from blogposts to gumbo recipes, or avoid them altogether, depending upon whether you wish to Cloward-Piven their Cray supercomputers into letharagic fits, or avoid further scrutiny of anything you send online.

If you have a sense of humor, using some form of simple encryption far less secure than PGP, (Think Aurabesh, Klingon, or an A=1, B=2, Z=26 cipher), and writing a series of letters and replies between two dead and anonymous email accounts describing their upcoming terrorist operation(s) - purely as research for your unpublished thriller novel, of course - would be quite a hoot.)

9 25 11 25 11

Bonus Pro Tip:

Ciphers are generally encrypted in blocks of 5 numbers, e.g.:

68768 79667 52894 57823 49571

98235 79037 21974 13745 10983

79087 23409 81231 67981 65874

87649 76494 87489 46498 64948

94654 33748 97345 98352 37352

The assumption on the part of TPTB is that anything encrypted is probably nefarious.

And you can find random character generators online that will spew out thousands of characters of gibberish using the entire keyboard assortment, absolutely free.

Ain't technology grand?

Monday, February 24, 2025

Sunday, February 23, 2025

Sunday Music: Crash

 


A little slice of the 80s, this confection of perfection (if you can't fall in love with platinum blonde lead singer Tracy Tracy, I don't know you) was the one hit of one-hit wonders The Primitives in 1988, re-appearing in the soundtracks for Dumb and Dumber and Mr. Bean's Holiday, and also being currently the perfect soundtrack choice for any airline flight powered by DIE, or for any one of two dozen Leftard judges currently issuing unconstitutional injunctions against the current administration.

Friday, February 14, 2025

Thursday, February 13, 2025

Head Spinning? Here's Some Dramamine.

Item 1: (h/t PeterCoffee and COVID site's write-up on the latest artillery Sweep and Zone barrage against the Deep State. 47's administration is teaching a masterclass in Shock and Awe, and the Democommunists are reaching the point where there's nothing left of them but body parts hanging in the trees. It's glorious!

And this is just what happened Tuesday.

Enthusiastically recommended. Go ye and gorge on all the winning, forthwith.

Item 2: 47s Shock And Awe barrages are coming so fast and furious (see what I did there?) that even the most agile commentators are struggling to keep up:


You haven't ever seen anyone, let alone a presidential administration, make this kind of impact on any government entity since Marvin Heemeyer welded some steel plates to his Killdozer and made the mother of all recreational vehicles.

If anyone's tired of winning yet, Trump's response is you better start working out, so you can keep up and handle more.

Sunday, February 9, 2025

Sunday Music: Cold As Ice

 


Foreigner's first single in 1977, Feels Like The First Time, took from March to nearly June to claw its way into the Top Ten, and was already fading fast when this was dropped as their second single from their debut album in July. In three weeks it was in the Top 30, Top 20 in 6 weeks, and Top 10 by two months, (even blowing past the theme from Star Wars), peaked at #6, and was inescapable on radio for the next year. Foreigner went from "Sorry, who?" to "Foreigner!" virtually overnight.

It's also possible that every guy's dorm room stereo spontaneously blasting this song, with the pounding piano intro on "11", when played by a local radio station on a Saturday afternoon, may have been responsible for every door and window on the girls' dorm floor being vigorously slammed shut at warp speed, while delivering a witheringly pointed message on the dating ethos on a certain college campus that fall, and remains hilarious to this day. Just saying. One could make a case as that summer being the moment when nascent feminism began its long, slow decline into an endless future of box wine and cats.

Friday, February 7, 2025

Moar. Harder. Faster.










As every new day brings fresh butthurt from the latest Libtardian rectum, up which 47 has just fired a heat-seeking missile, I've been coasting, because AFAIC, the only words I could add to what he's done so far are in the title of this post.

If there were dogs on Mars, they'd be howling from the screaming going on in and around D.C. about now. How magical!

Sunday, February 2, 2025

Sunday Music: I Hate Myself For Loving You

 


Arch-badass rocker Jett was in her prime and at the peak of her career when she released the single and video for this Top Ten song in 1988.

PSA