Topic: NOTES BY OSMOSIS (Read 26237 times)

bk · « **on:** June 28, 2005, 12:03:03 AM »

Well, you've read the notes, either by eye or by osmosis, and now it is time for you to post until the cows come home - they're traveling by osmosis, so who knows when they'll get here.

bk · « **Reply #1 on:** June 28, 2005, 12:14:36 AM »

And the word of the day is: PETUNIA!

bk · « **Reply #2 on:** June 28, 2005, 12:33:19 AM »

What a bunch of WUSSBURGERS we've got around here. Too many WUSSBURGERS during June. Let's stop this silly WUSSBURGERING and send the month off in high style (mini-skirt and go-go boots).

PETUNIA, baby, PETUNIA!

Tomovoz · « **Reply #3 on:** June 28, 2005, 12:36:31 AM »

I know petunias get lonely in onion patches.

Tomovoz · « **Reply #4 on:** June 28, 2005, 12:38:44 AM »

A rose indeed BK.

Tomovoz · « **Reply #5 on:** June 28, 2005, 12:45:06 AM »

Rose Rose I Love You
Rose's Turn
Roses Are Red
I Won't Send Roses
Wallpaper Roses
Millions of Roses
I'll Pick A Rose For My Rose
18 Yellow Roses
A Rose and Babe Ruth
Rose Of Tralee
Roses Of Picardy
Roses Of The South
One Dozen Roses
The Last Rose Of Summer
The White Rose Of Athens
Red Roses For A Blue Lady
Honeysucke Rose
Spanish Rose
Rose Tattoo
Rose of Cimmaron
Rose Garden
The Rose

(DR Rodzinski wasn't here to do it!)

Tomovoz · « **Reply #6 on:** June 28, 2005, 12:45:33 AM »

Happy birthday Mr "Barkalot"

bk · « **Reply #7 on:** June 28, 2005, 01:26:07 AM »

I thought I'd be faaaaast asleep by now - after all, I'm feeling a bit better and all. BUTT - this damn cough has created a tickle in my throat and I cannot stop coughing - not for one lousy minute. Awful.

Michael · « **Reply #8 on:** June 28, 2005, 03:55:38 AM »

Quote from: MBarnum on Today at 12:50:58am
I love tripe...and I love menudo!!

And I have tried chicken's feet...not much meat on them, but fairly tasty.

Well this is a true story. I joined my father once to have dim sum at a restaurant owned by father's friend. He joined us for lunch. When the tray with chicken feet came around, my father asked if he ever ate them. His reply was: "Are you nuts! Don't you know that chickens walk around in sh*t all day!"

Never wanted to try them after that!

Michael · « **Reply #9 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:05:52 AM »

I would wish Mark Bakalor a happy birthday, but he probably wouldn't even see it. When was the last time he logged in here?

Michael · « **Reply #10 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:07:01 AM »

Quote from: MBarnum on Today at 12:50:58am
I love tripe...and I love menudo!!

Isn't Menudo that boy band that Ricky Martin got his start in?

Michael · « **Reply #11 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:10:50 AM »

And talking of Mark Bakalor (which I think we'll all be doing today) I see that he has been chatting online with AOL Instant Messenger for the last 13 hours and 25 minutes (as of this posting). I never knew he would have that much to say!

Michael · « **Reply #12 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:12:20 AM »

Maybe we should do a Friar's Roast in Celebration of Mark Bakalor's birthday. (But keep it clean)

Michael · « **Reply #13 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:13:00 AM »

Larry hasn't posted yet?

He has now scroll down

Michael · « **Reply #14 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:14:05 AM »

Quote from: Tomovoz on June 28, 2005, 12:45:06 AM

Rose Rose I Love You
Rose's Turn
Roses Are Red
I Won't Send Roses
Wallpaper Roses
Millions of Roses
I'll Pick A Rose For My Rose
18 Yellow Roses
A Rose and Babe Ruth
Rose Of Tralee
Roses Of Picardy
Roses Of The South
One Dozen Roses
The Last Rose Of Summer
The White Rose Of Athens
Red Roses For A Blue Lady
Honeysucke Rose
Spanish Rose
Rose Tattoo
Rose of Cimmaron
Rose Garden
The Rose

(DR Rodzinski wasn't here to do it!)

Rose of Washington Square

elmore3003 · « **Reply #15 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:15:58 AM »

Good morning, all! It's another muggy day; there seems to be precipitation going on, but I don't have to leave the apartment today for anything major: I'm packing for DC, working on THE GOLDEN APPLE and DARLING OF THE DAY, and that's about it. I will be E&T the next three days, and I will not take any bitch-slapping from anyone when I get back.

TOD: Like my Dear Friend BK, I am partial to roses, but as a chld I was fascinated by snapdragons, and I've always wanted to see a jack-in-the-pulpit, which seems a most peculiar type of flora. One of the gentlemen at The Rodgers & Hammerstein annex grows Venus fly-traps, a very interesting plant.

DRTomovoz, two more rose songs for you:
PAPER ROSES
ONLY A ROSE

Michael · « **Reply #16 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:16:00 AM »

When Jerome Robbins first heard "Everything's Coming Up Roses" He ask, "Everything's coming up Rose's what??!!"

elmore3003 · « **Reply #17 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:16:43 AM »

Quote from: Michael Shayne on June 28, 2005, 04:12:20 AM

Maybe we should do a Friar's Roast in Celebration of Mark Bakalor's birthday. (But keep it clean)

Larry's shuffling around in a daze.

Michael · « **Reply #18 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:23:35 AM »

I just saw this

Chris Hoch, Jessica Burrows, Rena Strober and Tony Award winner Anthony Crivello will star in the upcoming La Jolla Playhouse musical adaptation of the Russian-set love story Zhivago.

Hinky Meltz and Ernest Ernest already wrote songs for a musical adaptation back in the 60's.

Here is the title song lyrics.

DR. ZHIVAGO Music by Hinky Meltz Lyrics by Ernest Ernest

He was Dr. Zhivago!
He was Russian.
He was rushin’ here and rushin’ there
And rushin’ everywhere.

He had a wife and a girlfriend
He was busy.
All his patients kept saying
Where on earth is he?
Did he go to Chicago?
Where is Dr. Zhivago?

Where he lived it was snowing
And the cold wind was blowing
Still he dressed in high fashion
And he loved with a passion
And his patients were patient
For their Dr. Zhivago
And their Dr. Zhivago
Was a helluva guy.

Tomovoz · « **Reply #19 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:26:09 AM »

I try to forget Anita Bryant and her paper roses. (and Marie Osmond too).

My "Songs Of New York" set says that "Second Hand Rose" was asequel to "Rose of Washington Square". (maybe the other way around).

Teresa Brewer has another song titled "Second Hand Rose" in 1963.

Tomovoz · « **Reply #20 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:27:33 AM »

Good morning DRs Michael and Elmore. And Goodnight.

Michael · « **Reply #21 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:30:58 AM »

Quote from: Tomovoz on June 28, 2005, 04:27:33 AM

Good morning DRs Michael and Elmore. And Goodnight.

Goodnight
Goodnight
And when you dream
Dream of __________
Tonight

elmore3003 · « **Reply #22 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:40:02 AM »

A friend just sent me a spoiler sheet on THE WAR OF THE WORLDS, which you know features psychiatric expert Tom Cruise:

“Rosebud” is their spaceship.

The aliens are pissed off because they went to Paris to buy a Hermès bag and weren't allowed entry.

Dakota Fanning is actually Tom Cruise’s daughter AND his sister.

Tom Cruise doesn’t know that the whole thing is taking place on another planet, and he and his children are really the aliens. And they’re all dead.

The hot female alien Tom’s been flirting with is actually a male.

The aliens are living in the present day!

The aliens who call Dakota are actually using the extension in the upstairs bedroom.

The tall alien in the black mask reveals to Tom that he is really his father.

Tom Cruise is only in the first 20 minutes, which is in black-and-white. Then the aliens kill him while he’s taking a shower, and the whole movie switches to color.

At the end of the movie Tom wakes up. The woman next to him in bed rolls over and it’s Nicole Kidman, who tells him to go back to sleep, it was all a dream.

The aliens are really a metaphor for psychiatrists who prescribe Paxil.

It’s a cookbook!

elmore3003 · « **Reply #23 on:** June 28, 2005, 04:45:46 AM »

Quote from: Tomovoz on June 28, 2005, 04:26:09 AM

I try to forget Anita Bryant and her paper roses. (and Marie Osmond too).

My "Songs Of New York" set says that "Second Hand Rose" was asequel to "Rose of Washington Square". (maybe the other way around).

DRTomovoz, I loathe the detestable Anita Bryant, who now must be the patron saint of the religious right, but I always loved the song, which seems to have been "borrowed" from Vivian Ellis' "This Is My Lovely Day" from BLESS THE BRIDE.

Is that "Songs of New York" set the one I did with John McGlinn, an artiste of whom I could say many things?

Ben · « **Reply #24 on:** June 28, 2005, 05:20:35 AM »

Must quickly post then it's off to a meeting for 90 minutes (so early in the morning, well at least it's not at 4pm).

Carnations!

Dan (the Man) · « **Reply #25 on:** June 28, 2005, 05:28:03 AM »

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

elmore3003 · « **Reply #26 on:** June 28, 2005, 05:31:05 AM »

Has anyone seen a new issue of SCARLET STREET, which Richard said was coming out in June?

S. Woody White · « **Reply #27 on:** June 28, 2005, 05:44:25 AM »

Quote from: elmore3003 on June 28, 2005, 04:45:46 AM

...the detestable Anita Bryant, who now must be the patron saint of the religious right...

No, she is quite forgotten. Those egotists never think of anyone other than themselves.

Dan (the Man) · « **Reply #28 on:** June 28, 2005, 05:45:12 AM »

TOD: My favorite flower happenes to tie into the word of the day, namely petunias. They're on the common side, but I love them for their sheer gaudiness. I always plant a huge bed of them in the Garden of the House of Mom every year, mixing varieties and colors into the very defination of fantasia.

I do not like those "spreading" petunias. They tend to go leggy pretty fast and, flower-wise, you don't get the same bang for your buck as you do with individual plants. I also do not like having to deadhead petunias (or any other flower, for that matter.)

S. Woody White · « **Reply #29 on:** June 28, 2005, 05:48:48 AM »

Yesterday, DR Jane posted...

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Yesterday we found a new soap dish (hey, not as easy a thing to do as one might expect) and an artificial flower decoration to sit on the back of the toilet, along with the Kleenex box.

Jane, dear, you may not need a Kleenex box as much as you think. Very few people are allergic to artificial flowers.

News:

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Ben