Oh gee, Steven th-that's funny. Oh gee. Oh really? Oh gee. Bianca and I are going to see Liza and Stevie Rubell at Studio 54, uh... oh really? Oh well, that's too bad. Oh, uh... Gee.
God. This reminds me of one of my uncles. He's retreated to a trailer in the middle of something like 80 raw, untamed acres these days. Just talked to him the other day. I'm inspired to call again, so soon, just to discuss the links, which of course I'll forward in e-mail, beforehand.
Uh, my name is Andy Warhol and, uh, I just finished eating, uh, a hamburger.
Thats what happens when you are younger and less innocent...
Or, no. We like to think of ourselves as younger than the people who lived years ago, but we are the ones who live in an older culture. Even though F. Scott Fitzgerald would be terribly old -- 112 -- if he were still alive, he lived in a younger culture. So it's not backwards at all for us to be the ones who've gone all soft and sentimental.
I hate to be a stickler but hell has a tag and I don't think you front-paged that.
Althouse said.. Hell is in the title. What the hell are you talking about?
I'm writing to garage to offer free consultation regarding these offences.
You, garage, should consult with a tagged commenter regarding this offence before representing yourself so that you are made aware of your rights and penalties associated with your infractions ;)
BTW - the professor is recently teaching (as you should well know) law and religion. Hell is well within the Professors's jurisdiction.
From their silence, I don't think even the mucho-stoned Andy and Bianca were buying Spielberg's spiel about the radio fillings. That, or they were too emabrassed for themselves (or Spielberg) to to admit that they recognized the story from an episode of Gilligan's Island.
In episode 46 of "Gilligan's Island," called "Hi-Fi Gilligan," Gilligan got hit on the head and started broadcasting radio through the fillings in his mouth. Eventually, that radio the professor built out of coconuts broke down and the island's only source of information was Gilligan's piehole. Gilligan (or rather his mouth) warned the island a typhoon was coming, allowing the group of erstwhile tour goers to seek refuge in a nearby cave. Once again, Gilligan's good-natured ineptitude saves the day.
In fairness, I'm glad few of my late night conversations from the 1970s and 1980s were filmed.
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32 comments:
I hate to be a stickler but hell has a tag and I don't think you front-paged that.
OMG..
Why does Spielberg sound like Martin Scorsese?
There is an immediacy, a rush to be in the moment.. not to miss anything.
Fear? perhaps.
Hell is in the title. What the hell are you talking about?
Love, love, love this.
Oh gee, Steven th-that's funny. Oh gee. Oh really? Oh gee. Bianca and I are going to see Liza and Stevie Rubell at Studio 54, uh... oh really? Oh well, that's too bad. Oh, uh... Gee.
It's cocaine...
You want to inhabit peoples minds so much - you think you are there and you say anything.
Spielberg was probably for the first time hight on coke.
God. This reminds me of one of my uncles. He's retreated to a trailer in the middle of something like 80 raw, untamed acres these days. Just talked to him the other day. I'm inspired to call again, so soon, just to discuss the links, which of course I'll forward in e-mail, beforehand.
Once again, I'm moved to ponder cause and effect, and what is what.
Steven Allen Spielberg, net worth approximately 2.7 billion dollars. Andy Warhol's estate was conservatively estimated by courts to be worth $509,979,278.00. Over the summer, rich socialist Bianca Jagger carelessly lost a ring worth over 300,000 dollars in the streets of Salzburg.
There's a lot of money on that bed, is my point.
TV static ghosts, picking up radio stations on his teeth, and swallowing the future.
Don't these make one think of Bloggingheads segment tags?
Maybe it's just me. Still: LMAO.
Thanks again.
[Ed note: Picked up that list from the caption at the "Constant Seige" link. To be clear.]
There's a lot of money on that bed, is my point.
But in the end scape is their choice at that point.
At that point Spielberg cant believe his luck sitting talking with Warhol and Bianca Jagger.. so he became the unwitting experiment of theirs.
Notice when Warhol prompts him about his teeth.
This was meant to have a good laugh later.
Aren't they quoting lines from "No Exit"?
Uh, my name is Andy Warhol and, uh, I just finished eating, uh, a hamburger
How interesting, meme of twittering.
Aka. Midori. Ao. Gunjyo-iro. Kirei.
Uh, my name is Andy Warhol and, uh, I just finished eating, uh, a hamburger.
Thats what happens when you are younger and less innocent...
Or, no. We like to think of ourselves as younger than the people who lived years ago, but we are the ones who live in an older culture. Even though F. Scott Fitzgerald would be terribly old -- 112 -- if he were still alive, he lived in a younger culture. So it's not backwards at all for us to be the ones who've gone all soft and sentimental.
Exhumo!
Laugh-O.
Exhumo! Wresler..
LOL
Speilberg - weed.
Jagger - mucho coke.
Warhol - opiated hash.
I would have loved to have been around an hour later when they ordered everything on the room service menu. Twice.
Uh, my name is Andy Warhol and, uh, I just finished eating, uh, a hamburger
Uh, my name is Theo Boehm, and, uh, I just finished watching 26 seconds before I had to turn it off. Give us a little kiss. We need it.
Sorry, my last comment belonged on the previous post.
garage said...
I hate to be a stickler but hell has a tag and I don't think you front-paged that.
Althouse said..
Hell is in the title. What the hell are you talking about?
I'm writing to garage to offer free consultation regarding these offences.
You, garage, should consult with a tagged commenter regarding this offence before representing yourself so that you are made aware of your rights and penalties associated with your infractions ;)
BTW - the professor is recently teaching (as you should well know) law and religion. Hell is well within the Professors's jurisdiction.
Now it's clear... Spielberg going to visit Castro and all that. Poor guy's rich and famous and still wants desperately to be liked by the cool kids.
Beulah was made into a television series, too. I used to watch that.
But what is up with Bianca and Andy - are they stoned or just profoundly moronic? Or does that matter?
What was the deal with Spielberg's kidney? The one that was removed? Did he have cancer?
At least, the clip shows someone who's still willing to innocently babble without layers of PR controlling his image.
And who among us as a child did not put his eye right up against the TV screen?
"But what is up with Bianca and Andy..."
Andy is just being Andy. That was his routine.
"- are they stoned or just profoundly moronic?"
In Bianca's case, probably both.
Sit right back and you'll hear a tale...
From their silence, I don't think even the mucho-stoned Andy and Bianca were buying Spielberg's spiel about the radio fillings. That, or they were too emabrassed for themselves (or Spielberg) to to admit that they recognized the story from an episode of Gilligan's Island.
In episode 46 of "Gilligan's Island," called "Hi-Fi Gilligan," Gilligan got hit on the head and started broadcasting radio through the fillings in his mouth. Eventually, that radio the professor built out of coconuts broke down and the island's only source of information was Gilligan's piehole. Gilligan (or rather his mouth) warned the island a typhoon was coming, allowing the group of erstwhile tour goers to seek refuge in a nearby cave. Once again, Gilligan's good-natured ineptitude saves the day.
In fairness, I'm glad few of my late night conversations from the 1970s and 1980s were filmed.
A hopped up yid trying to impress two laid back goys.
Happens all the time. At the end of the day they're not impressed and his self-hatred index goes up a tick.
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