Orson Welles hated Peter Sellers so much that he insisted on shooting the scene they shared in "Casino Royale" (1967) on separate days. Both appeared at a gambling table together in the movie, but they were actually reciting their lines to dummies. 
Whoo, sorry it's been such a slow week. There's been a lot going on at work and then I was out the last couple days taking some Advanced Photoshop classes (which will definitely come in handy for making more romance novel covers with my face). Here you have the most precious, innocent thing in the world - a child - and someone comes along and does that! It's just wrong, man!Now I don't know what he was talking about, but I'm sure it was a valid point. But couldn't he have waited to make his point at 8?
Today's romance cheese tidbit is from All's Fair in Love & War:"Your body is beautiful. Your skin is soft and silky," he whispered. "I love to admire the gentle, delicate curve of your lovely features." He stepped closer to her, and soon she could not breathe. His warm breath was the only part of him that touched her. "But what I want most is that most feminine part of you, the exquisite moist petals of your beauty and ultimate, infinite pleasure..."I'm guessing the heroine is holding some just-watered flowers (in a basket, just like the picture).
Yay! Lou came through for me again. Every time we hang out together the stars are a'flockin'. He's a celeb magnet, I tell ya'.
Let's see what's happening around the internet...
There's been a bit of sluggishness today; I'm hungover. (Case in point...I started this post this morning.) I stayed out late last night and for some reason wine kicks my @ss, and for some other reason I insist on drinking it. Anyway...
And I am currently at war with the Ants in my apartment. Every year at this time they engage in battle with me. I've tried that special chalk, sprinkling cinnamon, and all those other tricks, but nothing worked like what I did last year - I sprinkled hot pepper flakes all over the kitchen cupboards and then set up traps in the perimeter. Death to all Tyrants!
Yes, it's back! (Did you really miss it??) Anyway, this week's cheesy romance novel exerpt comes from A Spring Wedding:As the maid laced up her blue velvet kirtle, Jessa began to feel as if all the air was being slowly squeezed out of her body. She tried to get past it and struggled with the other feelings sweeping through her. She tried to banish the uneasiness she felt about her pending marriage to Colin, reminding herself that his pedigree was impeccable. Yet her internal strife continued...Two things: Thank God we don't have to wear kirtles anymore to suck the life out of us. Secondly, what makes a good pedigree in man - the way his tail points up or how his fur feels?
Frank Sinatra had bad vibes about Marlon Brando after being passed over for the role in "Waterfront." His animosity flare up during the making of "Guys and Dolls" in 1955. During a scene Sinatra had to eat some cheesecake, and Brando insisted on retake after retake (in contrast to "one-take-Frank") until Sinatra eventually exploded with the classic line "Just how much f#%$ing cheesecake can a man eat??"
Tomorrow is a new episode of Who Wants to Be a Superhero? and due to the demise of Cell Phone Girl, I thought I'd volunteer to fill the role of hot female superhero for the show.
I forgot to mention this yesterday, but on my flight to Portland to see Pixie, the lead singer of Everclear, Art Alexakis was on our flight. He was sitting in a worse seat than I was, which is weird.
So the season finale of Hell's Kitchen was last night, and it was good. But I miss Gordon Ramsay already. No one screams "Where's the LAMB SAUCE??!!" quite like he does.
Emma & I are going to be visiting Pixie in Oregon, so we'll be gone the whole weekend!
Charlie Sheen became so annoyed by Sean Young while filming Wall Street (1987) that he pinned a sign on her back that read "I am a bitch."
I just saw a dead pigeon in the middle of the road, and I couldn't help but hear George Costanza's voice ringing in my ears: "We had a deal!"
I went to the Verizon wireless store Friday to see about getting a phone upgrade. My name was put on a list to wait for a customer service rep, and I was third on the list. I was already waiting about 10 minutes when this harried guy walks in and starts shouting at a Verizon worker.
