I'm up in the air on it, I want to go, but too many variables right now.  Hoping to make it, if not for the fest itself for a few days in the city before hand with friends.

n

Quote from: Gerard on April 09, 2003, 05:13:31 PM

There was always one guy who looked just like that working for the maintenance department (ie, a janitor) in virtually every large high school.  Sorta like a Groundskeeper Willie.  Students would always avoid him like the bubonic plague.
Gerard

At MY high school, she taught girls phys ed. 

At my high school she wore a habit.  She was older than God then, and my cousin's kid has here there today.

Gimme two Quentins and I'll gush (G)

n

It reminds me of the veils women use to wear to church (Catholic) up to the late '60's, after which they no longer had to cover their heads.  (If they forgot their veil - which they almost always carried in their purses - or didn't have a hat, they would put a piece of kleenex on top of their heads, sometimes secured by a bobby-pin, or sans bobby-pin, they just held them there.)

Gerard

Chapel veils!  Got a new one every year, in my Christmas stocking.  All the parish mothers bought stocking stuffers at the Ave Maria Gift Shop.  Every First Friday we had mandatory mass, would meet in our classrooms, and file across the schoolyard to the church by grade...girls on the left, boys on the right.  And the kleenex thing, ah yes, forget your chapel veil and the nun would nearly drive a bobby pin into your brain attaching the tissue to your head.

Hard to believe, given the trauma, that I have actually been browsing the Ave Maria Shop for a 1st Communion gift for my step-grandson, or that 3 weeks ago, after 22 years, 2 months and 2 days my husband and I went to the rectory to take our vows once again, this time in the eyes of the Church.

n

  I think that Jack Smith's ideas about movies and culture were the source for the opinions Myra expressed in her classes in Gore Vidal's "classic" Sixties novel, Myra Breckinridge (I'm sure Liz and Julia were reading it behind closed doors at Collinwood in 1968).


Gothick having a difficult Friday

I read it behind closed doors in the 70's.  I wanted to get my hands on every book that made the banned list the nun posted in the HS library.  There was also a banned list of movies, things no good Catholic girl should see.  I was thrilled when NODS showed up on it.

Nancy, who feels sorry for the parochial school kids of today, pissing off a nun can't be nearly the fun it was when they still wore whimples, and their faces nearly exploded out of them when you got one worked up into a fine rage.

I remember seeing that when it first aired.  Creepiest Night Gallery ever, and the only thing I can remember seeing on TV that scared me was the ep where the earwhig crawled in the guys ear.  I wasn't fond of pinchbugs before that, even less so since.  I will never forget that episode.

N

Okay, now that Count Petofi has switched bodies with Quentin, he is no longer in danger from the gyspies right?  Well why does he have to go to the future then? Since they're no longer a threat to him does he really need to go? Yet he's willing to sacrafice any poor soul that comes along just to find the right hexagram.  What's the big rush?




Cassandra[/font]

Now that he's got the bod for it he wants in on the free lovin' of the 60s?

n

I'm a little fuzzy on the logic of turning Edward into an valet for his "moment of truth".  Ideas, anybody?

Not what he sees himself as, but maybe as what he feels he has become since Judith inheirited?  Or even all his life, while being primed to become the heir?  A servant to the family name?

n