Cooper and Agent Rosenfeld are alerted when an attempt is made on Ronnette Pulaski’s life at the hospital. Meanwhile, Donna meets with the reclusive Harold Smith, a orchid cultivator, whom she asks about Laura. At the One-Eyed Jacks, Audrey is held prisoner by Blackie and Emory whom are under the employment of Jean Renault who plans to extract a ransom from Benjamin Horne.
Doogie and I were never really “friends”, and it’s a mutual fault. Neither he or I were ever particularly outgoing towards others and especially toward each other. While we had many similar interests, our common bond was Jason Young. It took me a long time to be convinced that Doogie would be a good guest on the podcast. He didn’t talk much and when he did, he was quiet and so laid back, he might as well have been asleep. But Doogie was nothing if not a unique human being with interesting stories and a view of life. It’s tragic that his vision became skewed and he felt the need to put an end to it in the manner he did. The pain and heartache he leaves behind is infuriating, and oddly a testament to the impact he had on everyone around him. That he couldn’t see it, that he didn’t realize so many people around him would have helped him gladly in his time of need is a damn shame. Even people who weren’t really his friends.
We weren’t friends, but I liked him.
And, he turned out to be a good guest on the show. So listen to Doogie, Jason and I in slightly happier times be idiots and talk about a pretty good movie. I do really wish he had been on more.
A Wendy’s commercial rendered completely incoherent by YouTube’s automatic closed captioning.
Blue Falcon was a request from my friend Jason Young. I finished the drawing and then knew that I couldn’t leave it alone. I needed to add B.F’s best friend, Dynomutt, the Dog Wonder! I used to watch and love this cartoon as a kid (oh, USA Cartoon Express, I miss you most of all).
Sorry. I had more, but then got incredibly sad about the lack of Saturday morning cartoons and the sorry state of modern cartoons.
Last night, my lady person, one of her friends and I watched a terribly dull turd of a movie called Crucible of Horror - a title made of only lies. It’s also known as “The Corpse” and “The Velvet House” - also lies. Upon further research, it’s a very loose remake of a film called “Les Diaboliques”, further remade as “Diabolique” in the 90s starring Sharon Stone. When I worked at the movie theater, I remember enjoying saying the word “Diabolique” quite a bit, and of course listening to all the people who bought tickets for it butcher it.
That’s a lie.
No one ever bought tickets for that movie.
Basically, Alfred Pennyworth from the Tim Burton Batman movies is a creepy, abusive, and molesty dad. His wife and daughter then plot to murder him. The murder never actually happens. The movie ends with no explanation. Ta-da! Apparently, to up the creep-factor, Alfred’s on-screen son and daughter were played by his actual son and daughter-in-law. So there. If you find it on Netflix, destroy your Netflix device so you never accidentally watch it.