I never thought I'd be so desperate for funds, to keep this website going. This is the first time I've asked for donations, but they are urgently needed now. This website is at the third hosting service I've used, but I may have to relocate yet again, if I don't receive some much-needed money to maintain this service for all of you. Where would you ever find this stuff without me?

Hillary was caught violating campaign finance laws.

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Jennifer, you'll always have to take a look at the previous day's entry, because I'm sometimes inclined to add to it, within the same day.

If you care about what is going on with the government, read my new blog entry in my politics blog here. This is one you don't want to miss. You should know how to find it. Just go to the bottom of this page, then scroll up a little, till you get to the politics widget.

The above blog entry was made on December 30, 2007.

I can hardly believe I just accidentally deleted several paragraphs that I was going to include in this blog entry. I was distracted by a long article about Joan Rivers. Well, I put a comment here that I just made someplace about both Joan and Melissa. Here it is:

Dear Melissa and Joan,

Joan finally did a spoof about me in that new GEICO commercial, with that Steve. I'm the Steve that spoof was referring to. Joan recently mentioned me, not by name, on the QVC tv show, saying "he" showed interest in her, maybe even in marrying her. That corresponds to stuff I wrote about Joan many many months ago, on my home page. I deleted that stuff many months ago, so if you visit the page now, it'll be gone. My home page is at stevenbray.com Here's a paragraph I just wrote in my Jennifer Aniston blog:
I've been seeing interesting things on tv over the last week or two, but I put off mentioning them here. How about that new GEICO commercial with Joan Rivers in it? Her scene partner in it is a Steve, like me. No one can tell me that I wasn't the reason she's portrayed with a Steve in that tv commercial. No one. I know I'm the inspiration and reason for the name Steve being in that commercial with Joan. That was a spoof on my showing interest in her many months ago. I talked like I was interested in a relationship with Joan. I posted that talk on my home page many many months ago. Well, apparently Joan really did read that stuff. Either that or GEICO read it. Joan read it. She hinted at it recently on tv. She was on the QVC tv channel that time. She commented along the lines of "he" wanting Joan, possibly for marriage. I know I'm "he." She finally dropped hints on tv about that stuff I wrote. I ought to be careful of what I wish for, because now I've really got Joan? Maybe I can get a compromise deal: I get Melissa full-time, and I'll have Joan part-time, on the side. You think she'd go for that? I believe Melissa showed up for me someplace about a couple of years ago. She didn't admit being herself, though. Please forgive me for telling you this, but you know what the name "GEICO" came from? It means "a guy's co" or "a guy's number two" or "a guy's shit." If GEICO were to deny that, it'd be for public relations purposes. I know that's where they got it from. Now don't do a Diane Keaton, by shunning me for speaking freely. Promise me.

the Steve (Steve A. M.)
www.stevenbray.com
steve@stevenbray.com
ps: Now hurry up and reply to me. Don't keep me waiting.

Joan is really my kind of comedian.

I feel old enough to be Joan Rivers' replacement in that desperate-for-sex routine of hers. I've been feeling old, Jen the Hen.

One of the things I was going to say is that the temperature here yesterday morning, at 7:00am, was 36°F. It's been hovering at 44°F tonight. In the morning, I expect the temperature to reach down into the 30's again. The coldest time of day here is about 7:00am or maybe about a quarter past 7:00am.

Here's one of the things I was going to say. The suicide bomber in Pakistan kicked Bhutto. Get it? Do you think that had anything to do with all the butt here on this page? Maybe it was thought to be an order or hint to kill Bhutto? I am influencial worldwide.

You know that spoof with Brad Pitt and George Clooney, that was on tv weeks ago? Brad did a footsy thing under the restroom stall partition. Then George visits Brad at his stall. Then Brad puts his arms up defensively, as if to suggest that he wasn't hinting for George to visit him, that he wasn't looking for gay sex. That had to be a spoof on the Idaho politician, who was busted for soliciting gay sex like that, then denied he was looking for gay sex.

The other thing I was going to say was that a tv report recently said that you're into yoga. That reminds me of the nude yoga tv news story a year or two ago. That would be just like you, wouldn't it? That reminds me of a certain circumstance a few years ago. You know the one.

I just thought of something else to put here, before I quit for the night. I just looked up George Clooney, at imdb.com. On tv one time they said he was in his early 50's. Well, according to imdb.com, he's a few years younger than me, not older than me. They say he was born in 1961. I was born in 1958. That false report had me thinking, every time they had a report on George Clooney, that he was a half-dozen years older than he really is. Why do they do that on tv? They often get the age of celebs wrong. They've been doing that for years. You'd think maybe that they'd have better info on the age of celebs. Maybe they don't want to subscribe to public record services? They don't care that much about accuracy, to spend the few bucks? Maybe their bosses won't agree to foot the bill for the reporters? Now that's believable.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention this precious gem of info I got out of that long article on Joan Rivers. Joan's maiden name was Molinsky. Whose name does that remind you of? It looks almost the same as my last name. How's that for a coincidence. Maybe she just pretended that to be her name, to hint that she's really interested in me? That's believable? Come on, Joan, you can talk to me. You really believe I'm a kook? If you believed me to be a kook, then you'd really be interested in me?

Another "oh yeah" here. Have you seen the Adult Swim ads near the bottom of this page, in the current timeframe? I think I inspired that too. I'd hate to describe how I could have inspired that, except to say that I started to enroll in a college swimming class in the Fall. After attending two class meetings, I decided not to enroll.

Check out what Ron Paul has to say about the assassination of Bhutto.

Last night or the night before, Jim Carrey parodied me, by acting overcome by emotion about listening to Christmas music. I wasn't mentioned by name, but that's what happened when I initially listened to Carmireli's singing of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas on my computer. He must have been paying me back for thinking he was an oddball, because of that green freak he protrayed in a film. I didn't even watch that movie.

Another thing I've been wanting to mention is that Sweeny Todd movie, with Johnny Depp as that villain, Sweeny. The story dates back to the mid-1800's. Some wrote that it was based on a real criminal of around 1800. Others say that claim is unsubstantiated. I know that basic plot is familiar to me from somewhere. The movie is said to skip the background of Sweeny, which character formerly went by the name of Benjamin Barker. He got into trouble at home, and was subsequently exiled to Australia. So, at the start of the movie, he is already returning to his home, where he goes by a different name, Sweeny Todd, to keep from being identified. As an aside, the name Barker reminds me of the Barker ranch, of Charlie notariety. Charlie was said to encourage the cutting of throats, and Sweeny was said to kill his barbershop customers by cutting their throats with a straight razor, after which they'd be baked into meat pies by an accomplice lady friend of his. This movie comes on the heels of my 2002 trip to Sweeny Texas, which place was named after a real person, John Sweeny. The coincidence makes me wonder if they found the old Sweeny Todd story, of the 1800's, by looking up the name Sweeny, after seeing it on my website. Hollywood coincidences keep following things I say and do. This in another example. By the way, Sweeny Texas is 20 miles from the Gulf coast. When I was there, I wasn't sure exacly how far it was to the beach. I was thinking of continuing on to the coast, but I didn't. Twenty miles was the closest I've ever gotten to the Gulf of Mexico. Not continuing on is another regret of mine.

The above blog entry was made on December 28, 2007.

I told you I'd have a follow-up photo of that poinsettia in my garden. It's the one that died back last Winter, due to the freeze. Well, here it is, back in bloom and healthy again:

What do you think?

The above blog entry was made on December 26, 2007.

How do you like Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, by Carmireli? Doesn't she sound phenomenal? It makes me wish I had put it on weeks ago. Better late than never.

The above blog entry was made on December 24, 2007.

I forgot to label the last comment as techno-boredom. Please forgive me for that.

I just deleted the negative comments about Diane Keaton that were here. That Parade article of today got me thinking about her again. Now, I dare say she owes me a favor or two, for being so considerate of her. I even deleted the ban, of her, that I had in my legal notices page. I thought of something interesting about her, Jen the Hen. Get with me, so I can tell you about it. Maybe you could guess what it is?

I was out someplace last night, and I was talking to a young lady there. She was tall and blonde, and the look of her nose and face stuck in my mind. The thought didn't cross my mind then, but just now I realized how much she resembles Anne Heche, as pictured in the photo near this entry. You think it happened again, that I was talking to a celeb, without realizing who I was talking to? How am I going to afford to return to check it out? This is a delemma, Jen. You know what to do, and make it snappy. But you never do that for me? There's always a first time.

Today, I put an interview of Ron Paul near the top of my politics web page here. It's split into four videos, due to the size. They add up to over an half hour. I formed my political ideas before seeing this video, which I just saw for the first time today. However, I was amazed at how much his politics match my own, as represented by him in this interview. His discussion in this interview was so much like my thoughts and comments of the last many months, that I feel almost sure he's been paying attention to what I've been saying about politics lately. I suspect that he may have heard of me from the fact that I've faxed a lot of messages to key U. S. politicians over the past year or so. It would be no wonder at all if he heard of me, considering that, and considering how revolutionary my messages were.

The above blog entry was made on December 23, 2007.

I just discovered that I reverted to using an FTP client that I had stopped using. I had switched to a more deluxe program. Then when I reinstalled Windows, I forgot which one I was using, and accidentally installed the previous one. Well, now I've got those convenience features back, that I had so cherished. The better program requires less clicks to get going, and that makes a difference to someone who updates as much as I've been updating. As a matter of fact, I'm going to upload this blog entry with the good program. Here goes . . .

The above blog entry was made on December 22, 2007.

The My13LA news read another one of my email responses on the air tonight (December 16, 2007). This time the question of the night was: What's your secret to stress-free holiday shopping? Here's my response, which Liz Habib read on the air:

Well, to tell you the truth, my not-secret-now secret is to not buy any presents.

Steve

The above blog entry was made on December 17, 2007.

I found a coincidence in a Get Smart episode, this evening. Max and 99 were said to be 45 miles north of Twin Falls, trying to foil the plans of his arch rival, Siegfried. Whats more, Siegfried was doing his dirty work in a small plane. Not only that, I just mentioned the Steve Fossett wreckage recently, on the thirteenth. Does this scenario remind you of my saying that Steve Fossett's plane wreckage could be found in the wilderness surrounding Twin Falls? How's that for a coincidence? There is factual basis to the Get Smart show? That's for me to know, and you to not even find out, Jen the Hen. It happens to be top secret.

This looks like some stage play Anne Heche was in. Do you think that was a real play, or just a pose?

The above blog entry was made on December 16, 2007.

Maria Quibán, of the My13LA news, just read my email response to their question of the night. This time the question was: Do you think players named in the Mitchell report should be punished? Here's my response, which Maria read on the air:

Well, that relates to two issues. First, rules are rules, in sports. However, I believe one should be allowed to take what one wants, with neither interference nor regulation. I think they should drop the ban. Maybe that would take care of it all.

Steve

I don't believe mishaps justify forcing their will on anyone, through the creation and enforcement of laws. Things can happen. Accept that. People need to be free.

The name of Arden Myrin, the co-host of That's So Hollywood, reminds me of the Ardennes Forrest, of Europe. The Germans made their way through that forrest in their tanks, during World War II. Crossing Arden Myrin in their tanks? That'd leave a different kind of track marks than drug use.

The above blog entry was made on December 14, 2007.

In case you haven't yet seen that picture of yourself eating at Madonna's place, here's a link to it, Jen the Hen: CLICK. Don't tell me you don't like that shot. You're always photogenic.

You know, I was just thinking, Jen the hen. I've been seeing a tv commercial lately. That big male lion and those people climbed out of the tv cable, to have a talk with Steve. That's my name, remember? I see that over cable, myself. They had me in mind, even with that commercial? You think? Well, so far, that lion hasn't dropped by to talk to me. Now they've got another version of that commercial idea, but still retaining that lion. Now they're grilling another guy at home about using cable.

I was going to mention that I was just thinking that Julia Roberts looks Jewish. How can her face look Jewish? It does. In 2000, she narrated a documentary about Rett Syndrome. "Rett" means "rescue" in German.

When is anyone going to follow my lead, to verify that Steve Fossett's plane really crashed in the wilderness surrounding Twin Falls, Idaho? Maybe I shouldn't keep mentioning it. It's nothing to me, pretty much.

The above blog entry was made on December 13, 2007.

Here are a couple of Paris I couldn't resist putting here:

I especially love the upskirt one.

The above blog entry was made on December 11, 2007.

I'm surprised, and happy. My13LA news just read one of my more politically revolutionary emails on the air. This time, their question of the night was: Do you think violence in video games influences behavior? Here's my email response, which was read on the air by Liz Habib:

No. The idea that someone is going to conclude that it'd be a good idea to slaughter people, just based on playing a video game, is preposterous. It's oppressive laws and controls that drive people to violence, not freedom. When are they going to stop blaming personal freedoms for everything bad that happens?

Steve

I tend to word many of my political comments harshly, but I need to, to fully make my point. Politics is serious business. The politicians are having a field day destroying the quality of life, by taking away freedoms, by making laws. Law will always be oppression, as long as law exists anywhere.

Interesting coincidences never cease to happen. I no sooner mention how I watched a Will Smith movie last night, Men in Black II, and the next day, today, they just mentioned Will Smith's getting immortalized at the Grumman's Chinese Theatre, in Hollywood. Like I've said so often before, I influence things worldwide, especially if I mention something. Well, here's another example. You think?

I just thinking again, about the street named "Wallingford," at the end of Benedict Canyon. So, there's a King George (George Clooney) and then there's a King Stephen, or King Steven. Remember that there was only one King Stephen of England. What a neighborhood for a "Wallingford." Remember the Treaty of Wallingford, which was about King Stephen? Coincidences never cease to follow me everywhere. Like I said, I'm so special. That can't be a mere coincidence.

Before I even heard of Amy Winehouse on tv or anywhere else, I suggested to a young celeb lady or two that they avoid rehad as much as possible. That's because the system is dishonest. This was months ago. Soon after that, I got two add requests from both Amy Winehouse profiles someplace. That may have been their way of hinting that I inspired her successful song, Rehab. Now Amy Winehouse has six Grammy nominations. It looks like I inspired her Rehab song. I've always been astronomical good luck for many people in the music-recording industry. This is another case in point, Jen the Hen. When is my music magic going to start making me money? I'd like to know.

The above blog entry was made on December 10, 2007.

I got another email read on the My13LA news tonight (December 8, 2007). This time, the question of the night was: Would a superstar endorsement influence your decision? Here's my email response, which they read on the air:

Superstar endorsements could potentially influence my decisions. It would depend. A good opinion could influence my vote, no matter who it's from, if it's really good.

Steve

You see, I wouldn't discount a celeb opinion, just because it came from one of them.

In case you hadn't noticed it, I just started to redo this page, by putting some of the bulky graphics on a separate page, especially the videos. The two Friends bloopers videos are no longer available from the hosting service.

I kept reworking this page, until I got all the bulky graphics transferred to the other page. Now there are thumbnail images here. When one of them is clicked, you go to the item on the other page. This page will load faster now, and it'll scroll better without all that stuff here. It was hours of work. It's a shame this page isn't paying much. This is too much work for free.

The above blog entry was made on December 9, 2007.

The latest news on your ex-boyfriend, Vince Vaughn, is that he's been spotted with Reese Witherspoon. This story obviously would remind me of me, since I was with Reese at the 2007 New Year's celebration. Now what's she doing, using your trick to make me feel jealous of Vince? Vince has become the defacto standard guy for A-list broads to use to make me jealous? How did that happen? I want Reese back, Jen the Hen. She's too good to lose.

The above blog entry was made on December 8, 2007.

My13LA news just read another one of my email responses to their question of the night. This time, the question was: Should we consider a candidate's faith when voting? Here's my answer, which Rick Garcia read on the air:

Since politicians legislate according to their faith, we must take that into consideration.

Steve

I hated to say that, but that's what I think.

I saw a play tonight (December 6, 2007). This time, I saw Brighton Beach Memoirs. It's about a Jewish family, which was struggling with various family problems, in 1937, in New York. It had a great cast. I enjoyed it very much. It ran over two hours, from start to curtain. They looked and sounded Jewish. It kind of makes you wonder if they're really Jewish.

[I just deleted the negative comment about Diane Keaton that was here.]

You know what dirty industry trick I'm aware of, Jen the Hen? If you'd inquire around, I think you'd find verification of what I say. I know some actors believe what I say. Have you studied the Meisner shit at all? I have no apology for using the word "shit" like this. Well, Meisner had a lie he had his clients use. He'd tell them to rewrite their lines without capitalization and without punctuation. He told them to memorize their lines that way. He said that it'd eliminate preconceived notions of how to play the part. He was lying. That was just a trick to undercut aspiring competition. If Sandy pushes open his coffin lid and climbs out, he ought to be tortured to death. He was a real jerk. That was just one of his attacks against budding acting competition. Meisner was a disgrace to the human race. Not only did that trick work against students, it was disrespectful of the writers' intentions. There are some rude dudes in too-high places in this industry, Jen. They, in effect, don't even allow anything to be acted correctly, let alone require it. They all know who they are, and they can all go deep into Hell, never to see the light of day again.

The above blog entry was made on December 7, 2007.

I've got another George Olsen recording that sounds pretty much old-movie-ish. I'm thinking of adding it to my playlist here.

The above blog entry was made on December 4, 2007.

I was just thinking that if I had your amount of money, I'd be afraid to do transactions by internet. I just cleaned up another internet hacking of my computer.

The above blog entry was made on December 2, 2007.

So, today I heard on tv that Reese Witherspoon is the highest-paid actress. How is that for a coincidence, after my being with her for the 2007 New Year's celebration? Is that a good omen for me? Maybe that's an good omen for Reese and I? I wish. She's . . . uh . . . phenomenal. I'm wondering if she plans on being there again for the 2008 New Year's celebration, at the same place. It's hard for me to feel 100% confident that I'm going to be able to afford to go there again, for that one. It would kill me to miss it, unless I had something at least that good to go to instead. How do you beat New Year's with Reese, though? She looks so adorable.

I was just picturing a scenario in my mind, earlier. In it was myself with Angelina Jolie, on the red carpet, with Brad Pitt there, but a little ways away from us. In this, I was clowning with Angie that she's mine, and how delighted I was about it, while grabbing onto her arm. That was really fun. The vision was so fun, it made want to be really there and doing that. Of course, at that point, Angie concedes that she's mine. It looks like I stole another one of Brad's broads, according to this. Well, it worked in this vision.

It's December, finally. We're finally knocking off the last month of this, so far for me, miserable year. A year ago, I was shivering, due to the furnace failure. As I said, that furnace was replaced later that cold season. The poinsettia in my back yard continues to redden on top. It's well along towards that seasonal look.

Want to read the strangest story you'd probably ever find anywhere? Try a play called Endgame, by Samuel Beckett. I just read it. I could only come to one conclusion as to what all of that story was about. I don't think I want to say, here, what my interpretation is.

The above blog entry was made on December 1, 2007.

I'm about to take the new notices from the top of four of these pages. That notice will remain in my legal notices web page.

The above blog entry was made on November 29, 2007.

Lauren Sanchez, at My13LA news, just read another one of my email responses to their question of the night, which was: What was your scariest experience with a doctor? Here's my reply, which Lauren read on the air:

The scariest doctor visit, for me, was when I was sent to the jail psychiatrist.

Steve

She gave me some more "oh, Steve!" stuff, after she read my message. She's so nice, to give me so much attention on the air, like that. Thanks, Lauren. And remember, when you're sick of your husband, or whoever he is to you . . . Need I say more? You're so hot, Lauren. Oh, god! I mean it. But really, I like you as a person, Lauren. Oh, Jen, please don't take this as meaning I'm not interested in you. You need to show interest in me, or what am I to suppose? I picture myself chasing you around the farm, with you taking flight, at an angle to the ground, and maybe landing 50 feet away. Even chickens fly sometimes. You're not a real chicken, though? Hopefully. I just had an idea, Jen the Hen. I think you could get my new cell phone number from someone at Madonna Dot Com, but you'd have to ask them yourself, in person, because I wouldn't want them to give it to someone pretending to be with you or with me. But, you hate me, and would never want to call me? I know you don't hate me.

I just posted this bulletin around:

Don't let H. R. Clinton throw away your personal freedoms, by making you sign contracts of insurance. Any politician who tries to coerce the public, or anyone, into signing a contract, is a criminal, who must be stopped. An insurance policy puts one in a conflict of interest with the insurer, and possibly with others, like the medical people. What you'd have with mandated health insurance is a hospital for a government, where the medical people manage your every daily matter, without your being able to stop them. Don't let this happen in the U. S. Help me put an end to her oppressive plan now, before it's too late. If mandated health insurance passes, you've lost your last bit of freedom in this country. This is NOT a trivial matter. It's life-and-death.

The U. S. is in the process of being overthrown by evil. We all must fight the politicians' bid to throw away freedom. Remember, all law is unconstitutional, if compared with the Bill of Rights. Let's stop them dead in their tracks, NOW.

The above blog entry was made on November 28, 2007.

I've tried to contact you through several channels, about my cell phone not being able to call out, but it could still receive calls. Well, you can relax, as far as that goes. I've finally resolved my cell phone problem, at least for the time being. I hope the problem doesn't return. I was worried, a lot, Madge. My so-called acting teacher was being an absolute creep to me. That problem is life-and-death, still.

The above blog entry was made on November 26, 2007.

I just added another old song to this playlist that's playing in the background here. I remastered all of the songs myself. This time I added one called Lullaby of the Leaves, which was recorded by George Olsen, in 1932. It's easily one of my favorite oldies.

The above blog entry was made on November 23, 2007.

Happy Thanksgiving, Jen the Hen.

As you may have guessed or known, I didn't go to that A-LIST event I was invited to. I had a hunch about it. Maybe I'll tell you about it, the next time I'd find myself with you.

For the My13LA question of the night, tonight, they asked what one most wants to eat for Thanksgiving. My email response was "Jen the Hen." You're not planning to drop by my place today, though, are you, Jen the Hen?

There was a 1928 film called Headin' South, which had a recording of Doin' the Raccoon as part of its sound track. I haven't seen that movie.

The above blog entry was made on November 22, 2007.

I've got an invitation to an A-LIST Hollywood party. It's for tomorrow, the day before Thanksgiving. I'm so broke, I'm sitting here wondering if I should spend the precious little money I have to attend it. What do you think? How would you know? You know. You know I can't afford to go? Of course, you could pick me up, to go with you, but that would be very unlikely, wouldn't it, Jen the Hen? I've got a new cell phone number, but I can't put it here, for fear of more slob-Bob attacks.

I've got more old music to put in the background here. I'm wondering how many I should put in the playlist. I suppose the next one I'd put here would be one called Doin' the Raccoon, recorded in 1928, by George Olsen. It'd only take minutes to set it up here. I already did the sound-quality touch-ups to it.

The above blog entry was made on November 20, 2007.

[I just deleted the negative comment about Diane Keaton that was here.]

I just remastered Moonlight Bay, also.

My13LA just read another one of my answers to their email question of the night (for November 17, 2007), which was: What group would you like to sing with live, and which song. Here's my response, which was read on the air:

I'd like to be the replacement for Jim Morrison of The Doors.

Steve

Liz Habib commented that she was wondering if I meant singing, or if I really just wanted the girls. To set the record straight, I'd like both.

How's the weather in Portland? Today, it was still only 57 degrees at a quarter past eleven this morning. That's about like Winter here.

The above blog entry was made on November 18, 2007.

I just found a music treasure from 1913, called Any Rags, by Arthur Collins. I did some software touchups on it, before I put it here. I just did some software touchups on Love's Sweet Old Song, also. They both have a hint of stereo sound now, among other things. The volume levels are now about even, for the three currently playing, now.

The above blog entry was made on November 17, 2007.

I did it. I put Love's Old Sweet Song here. I love it. Do you recognize it? I do. I'm not sure where I heard it before. It's followed by Moonlight Bay.

Here's the lyrics to Love's Old Sweet Song:

Love's Old Sweet Song

Words by G. C. Bingham
Music by J. L. Molloy
Once in the dear, dead days beyond recall
When on the world the mists began to fall
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts love sang an old sweet song
And in the dark where fell the firelight gleam
Softly it wove itself into our dream

Just a song at twilight
When the lights are low
And the flickering shadows
Softly come and go
Though the heart be weary
Sad the day and long
Still to us at twilight
Comes love's old song, comes love's old sweet song

Even today we hear love's song of yore
Deep in our hearts it dwells forevermore
Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way
Still we can hear it at the close of day
So till the end when life's dim shadows fall
Love will be found the sweetest song of all

Just a song at twilight
When the lights are low
And the flickering shadows
Softly come and go
Though the heart be weary
Sad the day and long
Still to us at twilight
Comes love's old song, comes love's old sweet song

Something else about Moonlight Bay. Those crashes of the cymbals were to represent the crashing of the Titanic against the ice.

The above blog entry was made on November 16, 2007.

Here's some interesting history about the song, Love's Old Sweet Song, which is the one mentioned in the other song, Moonlight Bay. The phrase, "just a song at twilight," is really from that mentioned song, Love's Old Sweet Song. Not only that, it was sung with its melody from that song. So, when you come to near the end of this recording of Moonlight Bay, listen to the melody that that particular phrase is sung to. That's how it sounds in the song it comes from. And, here's another interesting fact. Part of the melody of Love's Old Sweet Song is in a more recent popular song, but I didn't realize which song it was from, when I was listening to it decades ago, on popular music radio stations. If you listen to Love's Old Sweet Song over and over, you'll probably be able to figure out what part I'm talking about. This part of this recording occurs at 41 seconds and 2 minutes and 18 seconds into it. You've probably heard that same pop music song decades ago. Someday maybe I'll figure out which more-recent song I heard that portion in. So, what this boils down to is that portions of Love's Old Sweet Song have been included in at least two other songs, as if maybe to honor that old song of 1884. It does have a nice sound to it. Now, you can listen to the whole song, and when you listen to Moonlight Bay, you know which song they mean, and you'll recognize the phrase thrown onto the end of it. I plan on putting an old recording of that song here also, to play as background music.

The above blog entry was made on November 15, 2007.

Notice that the volume of the voices are cut down, for the second of each pair of choruses. That's when the muted banjo comes in, along with the glockenspiel-like notes. What the muting of the voices reminds me of is the effect of the loudness diminishing if one were adrift on a piece of flotsam, getting further away from the singers or source. Eerie feeling time. Think about it. Also, the glockenspiel reminds me of the fairytale kind of idea of the stars making twinkling sounds in the sky. Have you watched the movie, The Titanic? If not, you surely would want to now. Take my word for it. Then go over this stuff again, and see what it does in your mind.

The above blog entry was made on November 14, 2007.

I just put on an old Victrola recording, recorded in 1915, by the Premier Quartet, called Moonlight Bay. I probably wouldn't be able to believe you if you were to tell me you'd never heard this particular recording before. Of course, I am older than you. That could make a difference in whether or not you would have heard it. My mother used to have on a lot of old movies on tv, back in the 1960's. I may have heard it in the soundtrack of one of those. That quartet did a world-class job on this one. I'm planning on doing some sound-quality touch-ups on this recording.

Well, Jen the Hen, ready for another mind-blowing? Try this. Moonlight Bay is about the sinking of the Titanic. The song originated in 1912, the same year the Titanic sank. I remember hearing that song carrying over the water, during the commotion there, in a prior existence. I'm thinking that maybe it was composed right then and there, during, and inspired by, that ordeal. If you relate the words to that story, it's a sad song. I'm sitting here, feeling the cold of my room, as if reliving that cold ordeal. I plan to put the words here. I think I'll explain the song, line for line. It's late right now, and I haven't gotten any sleep tonight. One note for now. The song referred to in this song, called Love's Old Sweet Song, was old when the Titanic went down. It was composed in 1884. Oh, and one of my favorite lines in this song is "Candlelight gleaming on the silent star." Did you notice the meaning? That was the silent film era. Dolores Costello was a silent star. Here's the lyrics:

Moonlight Bay

Words by Edward Madden (decyphered by Steve Malinowski)
Music by Percy Weinrich
Written/Composed in 1912
The Titanic sank at 11:40pm on April 14, 1912

Voices round rolling on the moonlight bay
"Stand your ground" builiding while the moonbeams play
All alone alone they find me, memories like these remind me
Of the girl I left behind me, down on moonlight bay

We were sailing along on moonlight bay
We could hear the voices ringing, they seem to say
You have stolen my heart, now don't go away
Just as we sang Love's Old Sweet Song on moonlight bay

We were sailing along on moonlight bay
We could hear the voices ringing, they seem to say
You have stolen my heart, now don't go away
Just as we sang Love's Old Sweet Song on moonlight bay

Candlelight gleaming on the silent star
Lonely night dreaming till we meet once more
Far apart her heart is yearning with a sigh for my returning
With the might of love still burning as in days of yore

We were sailing along on moonlight bay
We could hear the voices ringing, they seem to say
You have stolen my heart, now don't go away
Just as we sang Love's Old Sweet Song on moonlight bay

We were sailing along on moonlight bay
We could hear the voices ringing, they seem to say
You have stolen my heart, now don't go away
Just as we sang Love's Old Sweet Song . . .

Just a song at twilight . . . on moonlight bay . . . on moonlight bay

"Just a song at twilight?" The Titanic sank at night. Twilight here could mean "dying." Now, picture all this with voices singing this song during this event. It's eerie. This is another example of truth being stranger than fiction. Notice that this song has only two verses, and a chorus which repeats four times, but which is altered at the end, in its fourth and final round.

The above blog entry was made on November 13, 2007.

Happy Veterans' Day, Jen the Hen.

The above blog entry was made on November 11, 2007.

I've been wanting to say that the poinsettia, that I've been mentioning and taking pictures of, is on its way to its holidays appearance. At the start of November, its bracts started turning red. I may post another photo of it here, closer to Christmas, when it is full of those red bracts.

The above blog entry was made on November 9, 2007.

Since I'm in a play with lambs in it, I wanted to put the next photo here. It's of Sharon Tate giving a drink of her coke to a lamb.

I was just reading about hoodia, the appetite suppressant. I'm about ready to give it a try. My diet is working. I just measured my trunk at 49 1/2, which is another improvement. It's going on three days, and I've gone from 51 to 49 1/2. My diet is working, even without hoodia. The hoodia should help me to not crave food. That would help, of course.

Here's an update. I just ate my first hoodia bar, which is called "Froodia." I feel it working. I think this might help me stick to my diet plans. I've put information about hoodia in today's Madonna blog entry. You should read it.

The above blog entry was made on November 7, 2007.

I just wrote a Madonna blog entry about Angelina Jolie doing a nude scene as a lizard. I realize that's hard to picture. What just crossed my mind, though, is that now I can say that Brad preferred a lizard to you. Get it? I just scored another two points for this observation.

Those abandoned ruins, in these background photos, remind me of the ruins found in the Death Valley area. The Death Valley ruins are mostly mining-related, whereas these background ones are farm-related. One of the most common types of abandoned structures, in old-west ghost towns, is what they call a headframe. It's a large piece of mining equipment. These were put on the top of an underground mine, and supported the sheaves, around which the ropes were roved, which lowered the miners into, and raised the ore out of, the mine. Kind of makes you wanna drop by Stateline Nevada, to apply for a mining job there. Of course, they'd only want to hire you as their whore. I think the pay in rotten. "Damn, I'm in a hurry! I'm dropping everything and heading right over to Stateline now. Fuck the film!," is what you now say, Jen the Hen? Careful. But, you don't care what people think about you anymore, so you don't mind if you seem desperate?

The above blog entry was made on November 6, 2007.

You know what? That leaf necklace is another reason for me to suspect you to be in cahoots with the creeps who are suing me. I'd never forgive you for that.

If I had a female wig and shoes and the rest of the stuff for the look, I'd have a chance at another drag role in a prodution that's happening. Sometimes I miss a chance for a role due to a technicality of some sort, like in this example.

Well, I know you could hardly care about it, but I've got the trailer for the film I'm an extra in. It's the one called Semi-Pro, which is due to be released on leap day of 2008. The second-to-the-right box in the lower-right is to watch it full-screen. It works. I tried it. Here's that trailer:

Well, what do you think? The trailer makes it look like it could be about more than basketball. If it is, I'm not aware of it. I haven't seen the film myself. I'm still wondering if I made the final cut in any shots.

The Look of Love has been recorded by the following artists: Burt Bacharach (I presume), Dusty Springfield, Sergio Mendes & Brasil, Susanna Hoffs, Diana Krall, Deacon Blue, Lucie Silvas, and The Zombies. I don't know who else has ever recorded it. I haven't listened to all of those versions. I heard the song playing on my portable radio as I was driving towards Dallas from Arkansas, in north-eastern Texas, on my 2002 roadtrip. It was probably the best rendition of it I've ever heard, but unfortunately, I don't know who recorded that version. I suppose the only hope I have of figuring out who recorded that version is to obtain copies of every version ever recorded, and try to figure it out from that. If that doesn't satisfy me that I'd found that particular one, I'd have to conclude there to be another version someplace. I've got to figure this out somehow, at least I want to very much. Hearing that version in Texas has inpired me to do a keyboard recording of it, with comparable wind instrument work in it, that is, with the keyboard set to various wind instruments, in turn, with multiple passes. The music was composed by Burt Bacharach, and was originally intended to be an instrumental only. Later, Burt's main lyricist, Hal David, added the lyrics, and it was publishing in 1967. The song is one of my all-time favorites. I've rarely heard it in about the last three decades.

Can you believe it? I dieted today, and I seem to have already lost an inch off of my suit size, which means I'm already down to a size 50, from yesterday's 51. At this rate of an inch a day, in 10 days I could be down to a size 40 suit. I had so very little to eat today. I had a skimpy BLT sandwich and four orange slices for breakfast. Then I had nothing until dinner, which was a normal-sized meal. I haven't had anything to eat since. I plan to go to bed without any further snacks. If I hold to this pattern, and find myself down to a size 49 suit tomorrow night, that will verify that it's not an illusion, but the real thing. Too good to be true? We'll see.

How's Portland? Does it seem to be rainier there than Hollywood? It would serve you right if it rained a lot while you're there, since you've been so terrible to me. One article said that you've been with the ladies there, as if to imply that you really are a lesbian, or bisexual. Hmmm, you're a gay chicken. I've never heard of gay chickens, Jen the Hen. Maybe you're pioneering that?

Back to that diet thing. There are only so many ways I can approach weight loss, especially since I'm a true pauper. I can't afford weight-loss tablets. Walking did me no good at all, when I was doing that for months. It did give me some pains, here and there. Jogging could cause me to die of a heart attack. I think I told you about how, in 1980, I took up jogging, and experienced an obstruction, which finally cleared. That was close to a full-blown heart attack, and I was only 21, going on 22, years old. Well, I guess I'll try it this way this time. So far so good, it seems, if it's not just an illusion. I used a different tape measure tonight than I did last night.

I'm trying to remember if I told you. I shaved off my beard, finally. I had it almost nonstop for about two years. What I discovered this time is that I've aged what looks like more than two years. I've now got a hanging second chin. I'd hate to say how old that looks in that particular area. About my own age, I suppose. I'm finally catching up, in terms of appearance, with my own age? Hmmm. Stranger things have happened. I know. You want younger guys, not older ones. You don't want to be with a guy whose looks reminds you of a father symbol, in terms of how old he looks. Mind-blowingly, my looks, just after I shaved my beard off, reminded me of a Paul McCartney of when he was about my age. He hasn't been my age in about 16 years.

The above blog entry was made on November 5, 2007.

I'm a former owner of Madonna's London area property, Jen the Hen. I don't recall what century that was in. Read about it in today's Madonna blog entry.

I just had to put a new battery in my car. The old one died. It picked a bad time to burden me with expense.

I reactivated my cell phone. Isn't that nice. Call me, Jen the Hen.

I called into the office for extra work. I'm perfect for the part. I wish they'd call me by sometime tomorrow. I'd get a $35.00 bump, for bizarre costume. I don't mind, really. I need the money so bad, too.

Has your Malibu place survived both of the Malibu fires? I bet it did, because they'd probably mention it, if your place burned down.

I just bothered to measure for my suit jacket size, and discovered that my jacket size is 51. I recently bought a used 48 suit jacket, but it has the feel of a girdle, when the button is bottoned. I don't feel nearly as fat as that number might sound to some. I have to somehow get myself to believe that there's no such thing as eating, to be able to get my girth down to a 44 jacket size or smaller. I found a current role that has that size, 44, as the maximum that they'd accept for the part. That excludes me, for the time being.

I know you're bored to death with this stuff. Make my life more interesting, so you won't be bored with it anymore. Want another boring item to read? Try this: I think it's probably been a year since I spent the five or six dollars to drive my car through the car wash. It was part of my cost-cutting strategy to not wash it anymore.

Shame on you, Jen. You apparently gave a fictitious address, when you reportedly donated $2300.00 to a presidential candidate's campaign fund. Should I be audacious enough to say which candidate? I think I'll leave that detail blank. It's not my purpose to divulge your personal info to the world.

Word has it that you're in Portland filming Management. Word also has it that you're boozing it up in the bars over there.

I just found another naughty detail about you, Jen. You wore a leaf necklace in the movie, The Breakup. What would that have to do with a breakup? Maybe something about you liking leaves? Did Vince like to look, Jen? You did show me more than once, but the light wasn't very bright those times.

The above blog entry was made on November 4, 2007.

You know that chicken-on-a-leash episode of Seinfeld I just mentioned? The idea was that they had to keep a hold of you, because they wanted to eat you? They didn't want to skip that? You sometimes appear as a rooster?

The above blog entry was made on November 2, 2007.

I'd bet you looked like yourself for Halloween. Celebs are all Halloween type characters, just by being themselves. Go anyplace interesting? I wish I did. My Halloween was boring. I had more fun on the 30th. So, it's finally November. I hope November is fun for me. I need it. I don't think you're wishing me to have fun. You're like Madonna that way. Then why do I bother with this blog? Because I have things to say.

Be sure to read today's Madonna blog entry. There's a photo there of Madonna feeding you at her London house. Click on over, and you'll see what I mean.

The above blog entry was made on November 1, 2007.

Wanna know what I really think that was about; your "not caring what people think about you anymore?" I think you were responding to my idea of finally putting nudes of you on my special page. So it's a go, then. Good. My one problem is that it can be hard to tell which ones are genuine and which aren't. You can send me new real ones. That should take care of that problem. Make sure I can tell they're from you. That would help. You don't plan to help me with this, I suppose. I'm not worrying about it.

Happy Halloween, Jen. I'm not sure why I'm wishing you a happy one, since you're too offish with me. I guess it wouldn't hurt to wish you a good one though.

You must be thinking, "Hey, aren't those three background shots of me without clothes? That makes three so far. More?" Well, those are farm ones. I was thinking more along the lines of in the house or in the studio. There is one of you by a pool that I think is real, but it's so distant. Closer up is better.

I wore a just-below-the-knee dress at an Halloween thing last night. It didn't have a plunging neckline, so it wouldn't be right for you. You're better off showing your ample cleavage. You've been right; if you've got it, show it.

The above blog entry was made on October 31, 2007.

Lauren Sanchez just read another one of my email responses on the air, at My13LA. This time, the question of the night was: What is the scariest thing about living in southern California? Here's my response, which Lauren read on the air:

Beyond a doubt, the scariest thing is that government here is really organized crime.

Steve

She said, "SSStttteeeevvvveee!" after she read it. I tell it straight. It is what it is here.

By the way, I was going to mention that they just had a report about you on tv, in which they said you don't care what people think about you anymore. I don't believe that. Everyone cares about what people think about themselves. This idea just reminded me of something interesting, though. What idea are you working with the 'not caring about it?" I know there's something interesting there with this. Talk to me, Jen the Hen. I'm going to chase you around like you're a chicken trying to avoid being soup. You have to talk to me.

The above blog entry was made on October 30, 2007.

Well, I was just watching another episode of Get Smart, a moment ago. What was particularly interesting this time was that the chief used the expression "code magenta." Remember the name, Magenta, Jen the Hen? Something to do with West Hollywood. You know the place. Thanks again for meeting me there. That's one you should remember. "Code magenta" was about foiling a fake plan, by KAOS, to rob Fort Knox. They said the U. S. would be bankrupt by about the following morning. Siegfried was falsely betraying KAOS, that time. Control prevailed, in the end.

The above blog entry was made on October 29, 2007.

I made myself watch enough of the My13LA news to send in an email response. This time, the question of the night was: What natural disaster worries you the most? Here's my email response, which Rick Garcia read on the air:

Winds are the one. Coast to coast, things are always being torn up by winds.

Steve

From an acting quality standpoint, I want to remark about the way he reads my emails. He often "throws the words away," by just mumbling them. It's as if he were thinking that it's just from Steve anyway, so it couldn't be important. Either that, or he has trouble smoothly reading my style of writing. Rick's an actor. He should do better than that every time.

How do you like the way Sick City starts out with that dialogue, in which Charlie asks, "Right here?" There's the giggling with that. That reminds me of the character I'm playing in a play, in which he walks around the house completely naked, taking a hot bath, then a cold bath, and shaving, and doing the laundry for the whole family. What do you think? Is that kind of role for me? But, you've never seen me "act?" How would you know?

Some article at some website said that you're one of the most boring stars of Hollywood, Jen the Hen. They have a video of you driving in a parking garage of the Sunset Tower in a dark SUV. There was a lot of paparazzi coverage there, and they said something like, "All that for Jen Aniston? 'snore'" Watch the video of it here Am I starting to seem too much like a paprazzo myself? I hope not. I wouldn't mind being paid for all of this, though. You have to admit, I carry some interesting facts here. You know what was really boring about that Sunset Tower story? The fact that I wasn't with you there, with what that would imply or suggest. Now that's boring. There's always next time? Maybe all the paparazzi and websites are my moral support afficionados, cheering for me, by booing you. Have you ever thought of that? Is that believable? I'd feel consoled to believe it. Maybe some people do care about me? But you're not one of those people who do care about me, yourself? That's believable by now.

The above blog entry was made on October 27, 2007.

Hey, Jen. I want you to help me with something. I want to find Sanford Meisner's grave. I want to have and train a dog to pee only on a replica of Meisner's grave marker. Then, I'd like to walk the dog over to his grave, on a regular basis. The dog would know what to do. Sandy's real grave would look like the "X" that marks the spot. Did you notice that in the dialogue, at the start of Sick City, Charlie said, "Right here?" Does that remind you of this Meisner's grave thing? If you read the words to I'll Never Say Never to Always, there are some lines that remind me of the craft of acting. For example:

To seem is to dream a dream, my friend. (Seeming is not good enough)
Bring all the old profession, (old-style acting)
For better we'll surely be. (old-style is better)
No cold, pain, fear or hunger, (No Meisner miseries)
You can see, you can see, you can see. (Because you wouldn't be sent out of the classroom "to prepare")

As you can tell from the foregoing, Meisner was a creep. I'll never tout Meisner. I feel like killing an acting teacher, because he caused me to miss the good stuff many times, by sending me out "to prepare," while interesting things, if you know what I mean, were happening in class. I'll never get over it. I feel like I'm dying.

Remember, Jen, if you don't visit me soon, I'll want to ring your neck. I'm in a desperate hurry.

Did I mention that I've got a Madonna butt shot on her blog? I do.

The above blog entry was made on October 26, 2007.

I just put on some of M's music. I did some remastering of two of them. Sick City has some eaten-tape noise in a spot, but I suspect that all existing copies have that. I put in some effects into that one and People Say I'm No Good.

This music of M's is like my life story. Can you fathom that?

I just paused on Friends, when flipping tv channels. I watched some of the end of that show. Remember that Steve character, who asked to have sex with you? You turned him down. Then he told you it's just as well, anyway. He said it didn't work anyway. You stood there, then finally told him, "That's good to know," in an unconvinced tone. You know who that character reminds me of? One guess. I never told you it doesn't work. Believe me, I can make it work. If you make me wait any longer, I'm afraid that part could come true too, Jen the Hen. Wait? Is this a wait? Well, let's get going then. Let's make hay while the sun shines. Uh oh, I just did it again? I just asked you . . . uh . . . again. Well, what do you expect?

I was just watching another episode of Friends. In it, one of the guys (I forgot which one) was on a sofa, talking to Monica. He read to her from a card, which said, "I love you; that's why I have to kill you." Could that be a reason? You think? That would be my reason? I think I'd have a better reason than that. The rate it's going, I could have a reason? Can I joke about this? Is this a joke? I'm starting to feel like my life is a sitcom, and I'm the writer.

I just was just looking at the lyrics to Arkansas again. That content seems kind of rustic, in theme. That could be a match for this page. Have you heard it? "Far far, down Arkansas." Charlie's music is a trip, pun intended. I wasn't even aware of the LIE album, or Arkansas being on it, when I took that trip to Arkansas, in 2002.

The above blog entry was made on October 25, 2007.

I was watching That's So Hollywood last night, and Arden Myrin was co-hosting. Here she is:
Here's Arden Myrin, the co-host of <i>That's So Hollywood</i>.

Here's Arden Myrin, the co-host of <i>That's So Hollywood</i>.

[I corrected the above comments, about Arden Myrin.]

That reminds me. I've got a couple of buffs of Jean Martirez, of the early morning Fox news, in the Los Angeles area. I'm thinking of putting them on my special page. I put a butt shot of Madonna in her blog.

Yesterday's entry is not to be missed.

I was just making myself play one of my guitars with my slide. I had to really concentrate, to remember how that Kaiser Permanente slide music sounds, because every time I'd sit down to play with the idea, the basic sound of the guitar playing in one of the Doors songs kept trying to dominate my mind, somehow. So, I set down the guitar, and gave it some thought for a moment, and the exact sound of the Kaiser commercial music came to mind. So, I sat back down, and forced myself to concentrate on that sound, but I was still being drawn astray a bit, in my mind, but I came up with a more plaintiff sounding version of that sound. If the commercial music is the daytime farm sound, my version I was cranking out could plausibly be the nighttime version, that maybe the chickens could sleep through. I set my guitar down again. I've got other things to do. I'll make myself pick up the guitar often, and continue to vary the sound however I think I need to. It will be an evolving process.

I already put Jean Martirez in my special page. That's a real look.

The above blog entry was made on October 22, 2007.

I just came across a news story about mooning being ruled legal in Maryland, so I felt like putting some here.

What do you think? The second one is blurred, but it shows my shape better. These are vidcaps from a 2006 video. If I could, I'd put full frontal on all my pages.

I just put these at the bottom of my home page. I reduced the width to 485pixels, to fit across my screen.

This reminds me of my experiences with so many news ladies, except I was with them in person:
Naked News

After all the years the Naked News has been on, I still can't afford to watch it. It is by paid subscription. The nice thing about them is that they can really show the naked celeb story stuff. Imagine uncensored reports about Britney and Paris and the others. Do you subscribe, Jen the Hen? Did you know about the Naked News? I think I ought to put all the interesting butt shots on my general public pages. Should I put your Rolling Stone butt shot here? You ought to send me a new butt view.

Here's a black-and-white of Lynne Russell, the former news anchor of CNN Headline News:

I just realized something. Does this remind you of someone? I've got the one:
Naked News

I touched it up.

The above blog entry was made on October 21, 2007.

It looks like some news ladies are hinting that they'd be wanting to show up somewheres for New Years. You know well where I mean by "somewheres." They seem to be hinting on their own initiative, but I really don't want to say who. The list just went from 0 to 3. I wonder how many by the time of the New Years Eve celebration. If you're not there, you'd be the loser, Jen the Hen. I wonder if Reesy Witherspoon will be there for a two-peat, after having been there for the last one. She made my night. I'd be delighted to have her back for more. Thanks again, Reesy. Anytime. In fact, email me, and we'll talk. But you're not much of an emailer? Now is the time to start, then. I'm the perfect guy to email to. You'd get used to it.

The above blog entry was made on October 20, 2007.

Well, I just wrote down the lyrics of the European Anthem, which is a subset of the song, Ode to Joy. The words are by Friedrich von Schiller, and the music is the 9th movement of that Ludwig von Beethoven piece. I didn't find the full lyrics of the European Anthem, so I had to draw the lines from Ode to Joy, and put them in the correct order. My version is the only correct full version I've seen on the Internet. Hurray for me! What do you think? Can you follow the singing in the background music, while reading the words, which of course are in German? This is on my home page now, by the way.

I experienced what felt something like a personal disaster the other day. Don't you want me to tell you about it? Don't you care about me? Why don't you call me or email me, Jen the Hen?

The above blog entry was made on October 19, 2007.

I just did the second major overhaul of my special area the other day.

As much as I kind of hate to do anything with M's music, I just carefully wrote down the lyrics of Arkansas , and am thinking of recording my own version. The idea has kept haunting me, so I guess I should just do it. I can dedicate a separate indy label for anything of his that I'd record my own version of. I could keep the stuff separate that way from any other music I'd do, to try to avoid some of his stigma. I believe it attracts some people, though.

The above blog entry was made on October 18, 2007.

Liz Habib read my email response tonight, but she didn't read outloud the part I addressed to her. The My13LA 11:00pm news question of the night was: Is advanced technology contributing to social isolation? Here's my email response, which Liz Habib read on the air:

She read:
In a way, it is. The more advanced technology is, the more able government is to enforce social-isolation-creating laws. Otherwise, no.

She skipped:
Liz, don't risk social isolation; come over to my place and visit me.

Steve

What was wrong with that last line, Jen the Hen? Do you think she was trying to avoid cutting into your territory? You're mine? She seemed to be visibly reacting to my message, for the last half hour of the show. I write the ones that get them thinking, and reacting.

You know, that chicken soup is helping already. I feel better now. If I hadn't had the chicken soup when I did, I believe I'd feel worse right now, rather than better. I swear by chicken soup as a home remedy for some illnesses. You're really good?

Oh . . . God . . . Jen . . . I was going to do some Jen the Hen slide guitar music tonight, but I felt sick. I went back to bed, and slept extra late, and sometime after that, I lay again on my bed, for a while. I felt awful.

The above blog entry was made on October 15, 2007.

Now, clicking on one of my Britney pictures takes you to a Britney slideshow. It seems that Britney never wears underwear. I'm not complaining. Thanks, Britney.

Oh . . . Jen the Hen . . . I need you here, because I feel like I'm coming down with the flu, so I need to make Jen the Hen soup out of you. Maybe not. I just put on some Lipton noodle soup. It should be ready in about 10 minutes. You're too good to make soup out of? I'm not sure about that. What good have you been doing me, lately? I haven't seen you, in going on two years. You'd never show up at a boyfriend's, if he'd eat you? Maybe you are strange, then.

The above blog entry was made on October 14, 2007.

Gee, I may have achieved a five-peat this week, without knowing it. I don't think I'll ever know if my last email response was read on the air. Well, my email response for tonight was read, so I got at least four out of five on the air this week. This was my best week so far, as far as that goes. Tonight's question of the night was: Now that Al Gore won the Nobel peace prize, will he run for president? Here's my response, which was read on the air:

I certainly hope not. The premises, on which he based the global warming idea, are falsehoods. The global warming idea is one of the biggest reasons to not vote Democrat, at this time. The Democrats have let the public down, by not sticking to the real facts.

Steve

Speaking of Al Gore, there was an axe murder in Texas in 1980, of a lady named Betty Gore, whose husband's name was Al (Alan) Gore. A blonde lady friend of hers was found not guilty by reason of insanity, in that case. "Gore" is definitely the word to describe that murder scene, coincidentally. The blonde lady and Betty were active members of the same church. They did church things with each other. The roadtrip I took to Texas, in that very same year, 1980, was just weeks after that murder. I remember seeing a mention of that story on tv, before I went on the trip, in the 1964 Volkswagen beetle that I had then. Why are there coincidences in everything? Do you know?

Did I tell you about the coloring of birds? I took a biology course in college in the 1980's. One of the facts I learned from that study was that the male bird is the more colorful of the two sexes, for most species of birds. Does that explain to you how you can tell which of the birds, in the background photos, are the males, and which is the female? Your way of knowing is that you're the white one, and your boyfriends are the dark ones? That's true, sexwise, but that's how you know, for real?

Hot Ms. Lauren Sanchez wasn't wearing her ring tonight. Does that mean my lines about her are working? I wasn't thinking that they would. I get unexpectedly lucky sometimes? I had to mention this now, while I was thinking about it, since tonight was the night. I feel like a family wrecker already. First I wrecked your two-person family, then Charlie Sheen's, and now Lauren's? And the list will keep scrolling? Whose next? All I have to do is say something about a Hollywood couple to effectively break it up? Oh yeah, I guess I broke up you and Vince, by keeping after you. No? Only Jen the Hen would know about that?

Today is the 13th of the month. If I'm really Satan, then "13" is a lucky number for me, not an unlucky number. I had to mention that while it's the 13th.

You know why they haven't found Steve Fossett's body yet? Because it's not in Nevada, nor in Death Valley. You know how fast a plane goes? He wasn't even in Nevada, when he went down. Try the greater Twin Falls Idaho area, in the mountainous wilderness. I don't know where exactly, but I believe that's where they'd find the wreckage, roughly. I'm always right. I was right about the Oregon hikers, and I'm most probably right about this, too. I have my own way of knowing things, as I've told you so many times before, Jen the Hen. Of course, he's another Steve. So many Steves, aren't there.

Oh . . . Jennifer. I want you to go to a stage play with me next week. Contact me, so I can tell you which one. It's in Hollywood. Don't tell me you don't have the money, because I wouldn't believe it. Hurry. I don't want to miss it. Don't pull the snob routine on me. I hate that.

The above blog entry was made on October 13, 2007.

I spend so much time commenting by internet, and not just here. It's so habit-forming, but good habit-forming, not bad. The busy bodies would have you believe all habits are bad, but that's not true. Some habits are good, even very good.

Tonight I turned the volume down, because of an annoying commercial, which made me miss the start of the email responses on the My13LA news. I know Lauren wouldn't have read my response tonight, because she expressed a different opinion than mine. If mine was read, it would have been read by Rick. Does that ever happen to you; you turn down the volume during something annoying, and then miss something you wanted to hear, because of it?

I know, you expect to be rude to me, if I ever visit you at home. You're awful, Jen the Hen. How do I know?

I just saw a tv report about you today, in which they claimed that you said something like you might have to become a detective or something. That reminds me of the agent 99 thing I just put here. That's what motivated you to say that, isn't it? I'm glad you're reacting to me through the media. I only have so much time to pay attention to Hollywood-related stories, though. I get lucky, and catch some stories without much effort or time. I didn't hear all of that report, so I'm wondering what else was said.

Here's an uncanny coincidence. Earlier this evening, I decided to weight my barbels on my balance beam weight scale, out of curiosity. It weighted in at 97 lbs. Then, just now, I went right to the point in an acting textbook, that I wanted to reread, and wouldn't you know it, that particular section starts exactly on page 97. This is a number coincidence, with the number "97" in both cases. How do you explain that?

Well, I'm going to hit the books again, now. I'm in a hurry to get some stuff done, in my acting studies, which I'm continuing in. I don't ever want to give up my quest for acting skill or acting jobs.

The above blog entry was made on October 12, 2007.

I just accomplished a three-peat, on the My13LA news. I got my emails read on three consecutive nights on that 11:00pm news show, in the Los Angeles area. And guess what? They read mine first, this time (October 10, 2007). Now I know what the Lakers felt like when they accomplished a three-peat? I wish I'd be getting a trophy or bonus or something, like presumably the Lakers did for their three-peat. Lauren Sanchez put her finger over her mouth, earlier in the show, while ssshhhssshhh'ing. Wild horses couldn't drag it out of me what that was about. Well, this time the question of the night was: What's your reaction to the compromise, by the city of Los Angeles, towards the homeless? Here's my response, which was read on the air:

I'm glad they're finally showing some consideration for the homeless, who should never be dehumanized. Homelessness should not be a defacto death sentence.

Steve

Oh, uh, Lauren, you know that ad someplace, with the eyeballs out of some guys head on springs, while he stands next to that young blonde lady, who happens to resemble Reese Witherspoon? That expresses, pretty much, what I experience when I think about you. Now you comprehend how hot you are? I know. You already knew, because it's a part of woman's instinct.

Well, Jen the Hen, I could keep asking you how that two-Steves film is coming along, but you'd never answer me anyway. You think I'll ever get around to even looking for your address, so I can bother you in person, rather than electronically? I don't mean "bother" bother. You do like me . . . sort of.

The above blog entry was made on October 11, 2007.

Hey, I scored doubly on the My13LA news tonight. First, I think Mark Thompson was doing a spoof on what was going through my mind a little earlier, during their show. The thought was going through my mind that somehow maybe Mark would be thinking that I didn't like his weather dance. I was thinking that I hope he's not really thinking that. His dance is okay, really. Then, wouldn't you know it, later on in the show tonight, he started his "weather report" by reading a supposed email from someone telling him his dance was no good. He said it in a pouty sort of way. It's like he read my mind at a distance, and staged that in response to that thought that went through my mind. I have little doubt that's what it was about. Now, as for the second thing I scored on their show tonight, I got Lauren Sanchez to read another one of my email responses. Their question of the night was: Would you allow medical marijuana dispensaries in your town? Here's my response, which Lauren Sanchez really did read on the air:

Yes, most definitely! As a matter of fact, I'd want to grow the medical marijuana myself, if the feds would refrain from harassing me. Not only that, I'd want to establish my own dispensaries. So, there! Read this Lauren. I know you want to.

Steve

I did it! I guess my line, about her wanting to read it, worked. She really read it. After hearing her read an email response recently, in which she was commented to specifically, I got the idea that I'd like to try that, to put a remark to her in the response. Voila! Maybe I'll do that again, address one of them personally, especially if it'll get it read.

I just remembered something I wanted to say here. I'm trying to remember if I mentioned it here before. On the Simple Life a while back, they had an episode in which either Nicole or Paris sawed the office desk, of Camp Shawnee, in two, with a chainsaw. What brought that to mind again is that I just read a play a second time, in which one of the main characters seems something like the kind of role Henry Fonda could have been cast in (based on his being in Sometimes a Great Notion). Actually, I believe that particular character is more aggressive than anyone I've seen Henry Fonda play. I haven't seen him in many films, myself, though. I suspect that maybe he tended to play his roles more softly than some other actors would have. That's a kind way of saying that he seemed more benevolent than intense, in his acting, which is another kind way of putting it. He's dead. What could he care? If I were to see the rest of his films, maybe I'd come to another conclusion? Somehow I doubt that very much. It's an instinct about him?

The above blog entry was made on October 10, 2007.

I just scored another success. The My13LA news, Los Angeles, just read another one of my email responses on the air tonight (Oct. 8, '07). Since they hadn't read one of my emails for about ten days, I was wondering if my remarks here, about the idea of my making whoopee with Lauren, were causing a lag. What's interesting is they seemed to stage another spoof on reading my email response. Near the end of the email readings for the night, Rick Garcia (I finally duely noted his name.) blurted out my two-word email response, while being intentionally interupted by Lauren Sanchez. She was trying to stop him from reading my response, to send me a playful message about my . . . uh . . . remarks about her, here? See, it seems I've become one of their email response favorites. This time, the email question of the night was: Which defeat this weekend was the most painful: Bruins, Trojans, or Angels? I usually don't answer the sports-related questions, but I made an exception, for symbolic reasons, tonight. Here's my response, which Rick Garcia read on the air:

Bruins. Definitely.

Steve

That's it, all two words of it. He never would have gotten it out, with that interruption by Lauren, if it were any longer. Not only did I look up Rick Garcia's name, I looked him up on the internet. I found that he must be very close to my age, since he was said to have started his broadcasting career in 1979, which was the year I turned 21. I heard them say, maybe less than a year ago, that he was in his forties. Apparently, he's in his late forties, but I didn't find his age. Both he and Lauren have long lists of acting credits. They are both actors. How do you like that?

The above blog entry was made on October 9, 2007.

I was going to try making some Jen-the-Hen-sounding music, but I was busy, for the last two days, doing a needed overhaul of that special page, here. I'm glad I've got that done.

How's the two-Steves film coming along? I'm a real Steve, if you want to consult me. I don't think they'd have obvious allusions to me. It's a thought, though.

Did I tell you? That slide guitar music, that I was thinking would match this page's new makeover, was the music of one of the Kaiser Permanente commercials. You can't mistake which one, if you hear it.

The above blog entry was made on October 8, 2007.

Read about my new guitar slide in today's Madonna blog entry.

The above blog entry was made on October 6, 2007.

Want another Get Smart coincidence? Try this number thing. The chief, Edward Platt, was 49 at the start of Get Smart, which is my current age. He died at age 58, which number corresponds to the year I was born. So, all of a sudden, I come across that interesting photo of 99, at the nexus of these number coincidences. Looks planned? In a Maxwell Smart sounding voice, I was about to address you "agent something," except I don't have an agent number for you, and ask you what this all means, if it was planned.

In case you don't know, there's a play going on called The Mystery of Edwin Drood. I've got an interesting excerpt from a review of it. I haven't seen the play. Here's that quote:

"As the title hero and the "male impersonator" who portrays him, Rachel Greene is fearless, even with an underplayed Act 2 snit." Los Angeles Times

I thought you might be interested, because of the name, "Rachel Greene." You do remember that name, don't you? The play is an adaption of an unfinished 1870 novel by Charles Dickens.

The above blog entry was made on October 5, 2007.

I posted this message at a lot of places:

Help! Lawyers are trying to kill me! I think they want to steal music from me.

Steve

I know you don't care. You're probably glad.

My Giuliana blog has gotten awfully interesting lately.

The above blog entry was made on October 4, 2007.

Well, although channel 13 didn't read my email response on the air tonight, Lauren Sanchez did say something intriguing at the end of the show. She said, "I need some In-N-Out about now." Alright! Yes, Lauren! You were talking to me? You want in-and-out with me, you got it, even at the risk of making your husband jealous. For you, I'd put my priciples aside, if you know what I mean. You're so hot, Lauren. You already knew that. Women always know that about themselves. No one's telling them anything. They think?

Uh . . . Jen . . . have you talked to Foster Farms? They might need someone for that commercial series they've got going. You know the one. In one of those commercials, the doctor finds a piece of pizza in the x-ray. You'd be a natural. What more could they want. I'm not sure you'd fit within their budget, though.

The above blog entry was made on October 3, 2007.

I did a page makeover, for that special page. I still think about putting photos of you there, but I don't really want to, if you don't want me to. I don't want to give you a reason to be mean to me. Far too many people are mean to me already, without my lifting a finger. What the heck am I talking about? You're not wearing anything in those farm-themed photos of you in the background? I mean besides those pictures; the better ones.

I was just thinking of something, while I was spending some time at a local diner. I was thinking about how you said that you're more the type that is happy going to Norm's, rather than a more expensive place. Well, if so, you're the first hen to ever want to be served there. I had to say that, since I've got the Jen the Hen theme going on. You can't really want to be served at Norm's, can you? A chicken can tend to go kind of berzerk, when the reality of its destiny starts to sink it.

You know that narrow banner, that announces this farm-themed makeover, just below the top page banner? The font, I just used for that, is called "Haystack." How appropriate. Haystacks are, of course, something found on farms. This farm theme has suddenly given your page here a Simple Life quality. If I were you, I'd avoid Paris and Nicole. You wouldn't want to end up plucked for one of their tv shows. If your browser aligns this page the way mine does, you'd find the skyscraper ad blocking out a couple of your rooster boyfriends, but allowing the one on the right to be seen. That's as if to say, maybe, that I've only got info on one of your boyfriends. Who, me? I'm not a rooster, though. Maybe it means that only one of them is important, as far as you're concerned. Now, that sounds more like me?

It could be a while before I've got a guitar slide to use, to create some farm-themed mood music for this page. Slides are expensive, on my budget. I can't justify plunking down $17.00 or $18.00 plus tax, for a slide. I can order one through eBay, though, or make one out of a piece of something. That sounds like the kind of improvising I'd do for a farm music studio. They used to use little Pyrex glass medicine bottles for some of the earliest guitar slides.

The above blog entry was made on October 2, 2007.

I'm glad it's October. I swear I heard, years ago, that Don Adams died. That had to be a false report, since he only died in 2005. He did a Get Smart movie in 1989, which unfortunately I haven't watched. It's on my list of videos to rent or buy. That reunion movie is now 18 years old. Barbara Feldon was still only about 55 then, and Don Adams about 66. Unfortunately, the original chief, Edward Platt, died in 1974, so couldn't be in the movie. He was perfect for the role also. That was a phenomenal cast of actors.

I keep thinking that maybe you meant that remark about Brad, also about me. That is, you said you wouldn't take him back if he crawled back to you. I can hardly believe you'd want to be nice to me, Jen the Hen.

Maybe I ought to start a Jill's Odd Comments column or page here. You think? Here's Jill's odd remarks of this morning. She said at first her baby daughter's poop smelled like roses, but now it smells more like that of some guy after he just came home drunk. That's Jill's kind of remark. I almost can't resist the idea of repeating what Jill says here. I don't usually watch Good Day LA all the way through, because it starts so early, and I'm often up so late. It's one of those lifestyle conflicts.

The above blog entry was made on October 1, 2007.

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