Thursday, July 28, 2005

He Said

So we're watching The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone.

Poor Mrs. Stone, as portrayed by the stellar Vivienne Leigh, is clearly at her wit's end, and has just tossed her keys down from her balcony to the mysteriously handsome, if rather sordid hustler who has been silently stalking her through the course of the film.

She's just invited Death into her home, I intone gravely.

To which Tim replies:

Nah, just crabs and regrets.


Oh, and skid marks on the silk sheets. You know the maid is going to have something to say in the morning.


Blogger Frank said...

I like the way Tim thinks!

7:22 PM  
Blogger Mark said...

so do I!

9:40 PM  
Blogger circleinasquare said...

So you're THAT mark. *smiley face icon*
Little surprise
that such a gracious and intelligent man
would write so fluidly.

B's mental short circuits
resulted in him refering to the film as
"The Italian Summer of Mrs. Fields".
I imagined Warren Beatty
getting melted chocolate chips
all over his enormous


3:40 AM  
Blogger Mark said...

somehow that image doesn't bother me.

5:09 PM  

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