Wednesday, August 5, 2009

She can’t find her keys

Posting will be light to variable today, primarily…well, turn your TV to TCM and you’ll see why. A virtual cornucopia of Harold Lloyd films, and I’ll bet dollars to donuts I won’t be able to stay awake for the simple reason that I’m running on about 2.5 hours asleep. (Got up this morning at 5:45am for a potty break and thought, “What the hell—let’s spend the day with Harold.” Of course, you probably didn’t need to know about the first part of that sentence.)

I did want to pass along a bit of news—courtesy of—that Virgil Films and Entertainment has got the third season of the dom-com classic The Donna Reed Show all set for an October 20th release…though considering that the date for season dos was pushed up a couple of times I wouldn’t necessarily set it in stone. Get it? Donna Stone. (Oh. I fracture myself sometimes.) Truth be told, I still haven’t received the sophomore season yet but I received word from (a.k.a. “The House That Ivan Built”) that it is on its way. DD has it for $24.45, but I used the super-secret 25%-off code (and handshake) and got it for $18.34. (I’m just like Valerie!)

There are those of you who may be inquiring: “Iv, you’ve said some pretty disparaging things about The Donna Reed Show in the past. Why the sudden interest in acquiring the sitcom’s entire run?” Because, my inquisitive friends—I envision one day opening up a museum…a museum where those individuals starved for some of television’s classic programs can visit and partake of the fruit that vintage TV has to offer. A repository for the likes of Gilligan’s Island, My Favorite Martian, F Troop…and all those other shows that are now slighted by the once-great experiment known as TVLand—currently walking the cable streets like a common trollop with its line-up of censored and time-compressed movies and crap like She’s Got the Look and How’d You Get So Rich? (That last one I can answer easily enough—pandering to the lowest common denominator.) And one day, maybe a youngster will approach me and say with a catch in his voice: “Thanks, mister…for making all this available.”

And besides…I’ll make a killing with the gift shop.

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