Tuesday morning, home sick

I'm watching JET PILOT -- if for nothing else, you have to admire Howard Hughes' clear-eyed movie-producer skills. The man knew what he liked in his movies: action over logic, state-of-the-art airplanes and cute actress with tits hung at a perpendicular angle. Really, you could build a dove-tailed shed with Janet Leigh's breasts in this movie, they're like two Carpenter's Triangles tightly wrapped in white Cashmere.

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A song fragment I've been crooning to the cats lately. Apologies to Billy Paul:

Me and Indiana Jones
We got a thing goin' on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
The Black Sleep of Kali-Ma




I'm quite impressed with myself that I can hit the notes the same as the dude from The Dramatics, my favorite version of the song. I don't know anything about them, but I'm pretty sure they're all over a random Best of '70s Soul cassette I picked up in Oswego NY 15 years ago and played the bejeezus out of until I got rid of my old car and went without for years. I'm pretty sure I still have the tape, which also had a great recording of Clarence Carter doing "I Got Caught Making Love To Another Man's Wife," which is still pretty impressive for a blind dude.



Never thought I'd ever say this, but: I really like this YouTube comment -- "Clarence Carter is the only song writer I know that writes songs with his pecker hanging out of his pants." Fridgewrestler, I salute you.