Showing posts with label Chimes at Midnight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chimes at Midnight. Show all posts

Monday, October 9, 2017

October 9, 2017



As a warm-up, Blade Runner: The Director's Cut.



Batty: Yes!
[smiles]
Batty: Questions... Morphology? Longevity? Incept dates?
Hannibal Chew: Don't know, I don't know such stuff. I just do eyes, ju-, ju-, just eyes... just genetic design, just eyes. You Nexus, huh? I design your eyes.
Batty: Chew, if only you could see what I've seen with your eyes!



Jackie Chan in Police Story.



FALSTAFF
[…] Well, 'tis no matter.
Honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me
off when I come on? How then? Can honor set to a
leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a
wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then?
No. What is honor? A word. What is in that word
'honor'? What is that 'honor'? Air. A trim reckoning.
Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth
he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis insensible,
then. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the
living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore,
I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon. And
so ends my catechism.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

April 23, 2017



"...how small your world will become when all your thoughts are about power and tactics."

Falstaff: Give Me Life by Harold Bloom is next on the reading list.



This was added to the order. DVD for $5.99 from Amazon Prime.



The next time I am at Arthur Avenue, a visit to the Sausage chandelier.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

May 16, 2015



Chimes at Midnight, Welles' Falstaff movie. DVR'd it last night from TCM. Will watch it later.



Another Take Five win, $21.



SiriusXM has Channel 70 dedicated exclusively to B.B. King this weekend.



Rainy day at the Greenmarket.



P.E. and D.D. Seafood now has Lobsters again.



Nice rainstorm at the Preakness. American Pharoah is a Mudder. Isn't it supposed to be Pharaoh ?