Marjorie Main playing the character Lucy in the 1939 film The Women
The Women is a film that I adore every time I watch it. It does not have one man in the film. These women spend their time talking about men, competing for men, and divorcing and remarrying men. All the female characters in this film are delightful. The women are in love and out of love, nasty and catty. Their current 1939 fashion is wonderful. A very clever film for women from the 1930s. A different culture for sure and some undercurrents that are questionable by today’s standards, but overall a delight time to jump in and have some real fun with these gals.
My favorite character from this film is Lucy. She runs a ranch in Reno for women who are in the process of divorcing their husbands. What brought out this little review is a song that Lucy sings in the film and it goes like this…
Lucy: [singing] If the ocean was whiskey, and I was a duck, I’d dive to the bottom, and never come up. Oh baby, oh baby, I’ve told you before, the more I drink whiskey, I love you the more! Oh baby, oh baby…
This morning while cooking up the chili, peppers and more this song came blaring out of my mouth. I usually call my bursts of activity around the house as taking out little cat Z from under my hat. (Dr. Seuss) Today I was singing Lucy’s song.
“Oh baby, oh baby…”
Lucy sings it with a crescendo and high pitch. My guys and cats were twitching their ears and wondering what the hell got into mama this morning.
“Oh baby, oh baby, I’ve told you before, the more I drink whiskey, I love you the more! Oh baby, oh baby…”
If you have viewed the film, you know what I am talking about!!!
Dianne Feinstein Rules
Dianne Feinstein Rules
Dianne Feinstein Rules
Is she a strong woman or is she just a strong human being ?! I say both. We at Flopside COmics don’t like separating the men from the women but in this case just once we agree that she is one hell of a dame. Thank You !!!
The Flopside Comic
Woman of the Century…. here we gave her a Tiara !!
Astronomical, astrological, metaphysical ~ trinity. Saturn: Time, Philyra: Form and Chiron: Solar egg sack.
It seems that people
are talking about…
Saturn on steroids
to the high land of his home.
As Capricorn alerts the master !
Chiron to take on the power
A healing of this shadowy world …
much more beyond our knowing.
I am not worried
because of my years of
friendship with Saturn and Chiron
Education and evaluation
I am stimulated with wonder and energy.
Keeping myself grounded
becoming impassioned with life.
Hudley Stencil of Chiron 1994
I was thinking how Crones,
are not as influenced
by the cycles of the Moon!
I look back over
my feminine life
Seeing how unconsciously
I was driven.
Influenced by the phases
of the Moon,
my powerfully changing hormones!
Best described as chemical slavery.
A female body
a lunar ebb and flow alignment
with the continuity of our Moon!
I now see it also as a partial
cultural brainwashing where;
sex, power, and self-worth,
is somehow all tied together!
Yes, Crones have desires
needs of love and intimacy
I have come to experience
Crones are no longer ruled
by the cycles of the Moon
or our hormones!
There is the higher octave
of the Moon,
known as planet Neptune
dancing with the astrological
sign of Cancer
I join in this brightly aware dance!
The flutter of hormones
emotional ways become silent
to the constant
moving river of insight!
our external beauty wanes
our internal beauty waxes
as a luminous pearl
I embrace my pearl.
Consciously I slough off
many burdensome illusions
This is the correct time
An ongoing relationship
Between psyche and the cosmos.
“The human organism is seen as a minute representation of the cosmos… we are mirroring.” Pg. 82
I can still feel that moment, time standing still, power ~a Pluto moment…
I remember impressions of many dreams. The thread I pulled from a dream last night seemed real. I pulled it into waking life.
I asked, “Are we at war?”
“Yes,” was the reply.
I saw before me a military jeep. It was a camouflage green. The person driving it was a heavy-set man dressed in camouflage green. He had black hair and a black mustache. He was driving on a muddy field towards somewhere. He was carrying a nuclear weapon /device. I was standing near a wired fence. The device fell out and the bomb went off.
I was with John as the bomb exploded. I knew I would be dead. The dread of what was happening filled me. I felt pressure and the light was all around me. As if a giant monster took a deep breath. I was right in the middle. In the eye of the storm I listened, waiting for the exhale. For everything to be torn apart. My consciousness is aware of time. Time was standing still. What a profound feeling. A moment of silence. Quiet awareness before annihilation !
” As representation of the underlying process of life, death and rebirth of the struggle of opposites and their resolution. Archetypes, images in their multitude or social and historical forms draw human beings into connection with the primary most pervasive process of the universe.” ~ Pg 85 Jung, Synchronicity and Human Destiny. ~Ira Progoff
365 un-celebration of Mr. Trump the Dump. He is the doppelganger. He is the anti-man. The worst of the worst evil elitist sons of bastards..
“I think the only difference between me and the other candidates is that I’m more honest and my women are more beautiful.” ~ The Dump
The Trump Cards Bubble Gum Flopside Comics
Have fun and laugh all day… lol
Be More Than An asshole Trump Bubble Gum President
“The old generation is going. What will the new bring us? What shall we ourselves contribute? <…> Destiny says to us: “Show what is in thee! Now is the moment, now is the hour, else fall back into nothingness! It is thy turn! Give the world thy measure, say thy word, reveal thy nullity or thy capacity. Come forth from the shade! It is no longer a question of promising, thou must perform. The time of apprenticeship is over. Servant, show us what thou hast done with thy talent. Speak now, or be silent forever.”
-Henri-Frédéric Amiel, Amiel’s Journal
“I feel as I were disintegrating and “growing up”, whatever that means, simultaneously.”
-James Agee, Letters of James Agee to Father Flye
Think upon the seals’ barking
Only then will you see them
Sharing their magic…
The cool of the fog,
The foam from a wave
Coffee in a cup.
Ticket from a master psychic in a booth,
Walking, talking, and smiling…
Driving, feeling, all together
Tunnels and dark canyons.
The Mermaids are singing
The universe is glowing…
The marina is full
And gibbous moon.
“But you’ve got the beauty and strength of love on your side. And if we can find our sense of humor too…why, these are the weapons of the angels.” ~ A Summer Place (1959)
I raised my kids on old school punk rock. That is not the only music playing but it had the noticeable charm that was part of my life and theirs. Very good character building.
Years after their attack on the punk rock world the Misfits first album was played in our car when the kids were young. I purchased the CD at Wal-Mart. They laughed and danced to the humor and wildness of this original punk music. I told them my adventures with the band. I told my kids about a barefoot Glenn Danzig who was not much taller than my oldest son at 13. Maybe the thought of their long bangs hanging in their faces or their sense of humor is what made mean love the band so much back in the 1980s… The Misfits are a big wig band now. I remember when they were youths and fun as hell to be with.
My youngest refers to me as “Mommy!” His voice is deep enough now, at 16 to echo Glenn’s voice from the song, “Mommy, Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight?” The Walk Among Us album is my all-time favorite Halloween punk album… ever.
Maybe it is in bad taste to think about this song. The violence and shooting in Las Vegas is not something to belittle in any way. Humor is something contradictory to the grief and horror we share now. The early punk scene had a whole lot of humor mixed in with the bad stuff.
President Donald J. Trump Proclaims October 15 through October 21, 2017, as National Character Counts Week
This is different to the soullessness of our current President. He has the character of a consuming black hole. It seems ironical that he could even think of this month as a time of National Character. I guess one can have anti-character. As the anti-man or doppelgänger. The only character Trump has is the mockingly strange lies that fly around him.
The only good quality that bounces off him, what I find about the anti-man is that he makes me laugh. Maybe there is a thread in his tiny soul that we can pull on. Maybe his poor soul is in bondage to his big ego? Somehow we can tie his little meek soul to some astro zombies and pull it out of him?
There is a contradictory tweet for almost every occasion. ~
Alex Hindman, Fortune, “The Roots of Trump’s Hypocrisy,” 29 Aug. 2017
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