Nine days from today, I’ll have played the fathers of recalcitrant teenagers in two films, continuing a recent trend … plus Brabantio in Othello, Polonius in Hamlet, Doc Gibbs in Our Town, Bellomy in The Fantasticks. I sometimes wonder how believable an actor can be in such roles when he has neither offspring nor parental […]
In Heinlein’s The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress, a computer mechanic says this to a dame who’s just cracked wise: “Don’t jump salty, beautiful. Name a gift. Then speak my name. If it’s bread-and-honey, I own a hive.” I googled “jump salty,” my new favorite expression, and found references dating back to 1938 black street […]
The man boobs, arm flab, back fat, spare tire, bald spot, eye bags, neck waddle and random skin discolorations that I thought I’d thrown off my trail have found me. “Traffic was a bitch,” they’re saying, “but we made it! Mind if we use your bathroom?” Do I mind? Of course I mind. Those ruts […]
