Small quibble: apparently bricklaying (a skilled trade) was taught in Greg and Minerva's school. Would have also killed to see Judith and Tim carting up bricks and mortar to the second floor...

Quote from: Birdie on April 04, 2003, 03:11:18 AM

I want to know who was doing Aristede's makeup I have not seen that much eye make-up on anyone ever befpre.  It was scary

I hear ya Birdie! Aristeed is looking more and more like a pre-Goth era Goth...just needed to darken up that hair a bit more and lighten up the face a smidge with some clown white.

Speaking of hair raising experiences, you may recall what's coming in another storyline where one of the sub-plots could have been titled "Race to the Roof of Collinwood" featuring the amazing grow as you watch super-boufant dos of both Michael Stroka and Lara Parker.

Both my parents love watching the show so I tape it for them daily and we watch it at night.  Well, in yesterdays episode when Aristede came running into C.D.T's  studio, my father, (who is 81 now) took one look at Aristede and said , "he looks just like Michael Jackson there!" LOL!!  Now all he needed was the veil and that would be it![egypt]


 What was with all that stuff on his face?  He seemed to have an awful amount of make-up on his face yesterday. And couldn't Tate at least given him a napkin to wash some of that dirt off his face??   


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Bob the Bartender, who wonders if Richard Gere ever got "agita" as he hung from those gravity boots in the film of the same name?

 

Just blame that bizarre archduchess's jewellery-chest known as my mind, Cassandra darling.  One of my favorite pieces of writing is "The Perfect Filmic Apotheosis of Maria Montez," by the late Jack Smith.  He regarded a bit of dialogue from Cobra Woman, "Give me that cobra jewel" (which comes out sound more like "GEEF me that copa-rah chewel") as the most perfect line in American cinema, perhaps even world cinema.  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).

I still think it's mega-weird that it looks as if Josette's dress is torn.  And, those colors!  bizarro.  The red chosen for the artist's sig is particularly excruciating.  Mary, turn off those sirens!

Gothick having a difficult Friday