I have come down with some sort of miserable cold which so far keyn-ahora does not appear to be plague, but has left me with a headache I can do little with. Last night ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I finished watching Thanks a Million (1935), a political musical comedy in which Dick Powell agrees to run for governor of a scrupulously unnamed state in hopes of sufficient radio exposure to launch his career as a crooner after he's crashed at the ballots on account of knowing zippety-doo-dah about politics and because it's the 1930's, this works out all right for him while in 2022 we experience a slight trauma reaction. Fred Allen in his screen debut is nearly playing Ned Sparks as the troupe's laconically withering manager, but he had a face for movies, damn it, and I reserve a great deal of affection for his delivery of "Get me a cheap lawyer!" The Yacht Club Boys contribute the best tune of the night with "The Square Deal Party":
Even if we have to raise the taxes which are much too high already
Even if we have to raise the taxes, still we'll keep the budget steady
Even if we have to sell Alaska
If we have to fight with Madagascar
Even though you know we're dumb
There might be someone twice as dumb who'll come
And join the Square Deal Party and if you are a smartie
You'll find out that life begins when we're elected
We'll absorb your last year's losses and get better odds on horses
And we'll push the market up ten points a day
We'll make all the wealthy powers cut the week to fifteen hours
And do other things we probably won't remember
Happy days are here again to stay
If you elect us on Election Day!
Tonight we made clam chowder from scratch, first steamed in butter with shallots and bacon and then simmered in milk with black pepper and thyme, and extrapolated from this tweet that the Battle of Trafalgar was obviously sexier than the Battle of Waterloo, since history has already supplied "Kiss me, Hardy" and "England expects every man to do his duty."
spatch and I finished watching Thanks a Million (1935), a political musical comedy in which Dick Powell agrees to run for governor of a scrupulously unnamed state in hopes of sufficient radio exposure to launch his career as a crooner after he's crashed at the ballots on account of knowing zippety-doo-dah about politics and because it's the 1930's, this works out all right for him while in 2022 we experience a slight trauma reaction. Fred Allen in his screen debut is nearly playing Ned Sparks as the troupe's laconically withering manager, but he had a face for movies, damn it, and I reserve a great deal of affection for his delivery of "Get me a cheap lawyer!" The Yacht Club Boys contribute the best tune of the night with "The Square Deal Party":Even if we have to raise the taxes which are much too high already
Even if we have to raise the taxes, still we'll keep the budget steady
Even if we have to sell Alaska
If we have to fight with Madagascar
Even though you know we're dumb
There might be someone twice as dumb who'll come
And join the Square Deal Party and if you are a smartie
You'll find out that life begins when we're elected
We'll absorb your last year's losses and get better odds on horses
And we'll push the market up ten points a day
We'll make all the wealthy powers cut the week to fifteen hours
And do other things we probably won't remember
Happy days are here again to stay
If you elect us on Election Day!
Tonight we made clam chowder from scratch, first steamed in butter with shallots and bacon and then simmered in milk with black pepper and thyme, and extrapolated from this tweet that the Battle of Trafalgar was obviously sexier than the Battle of Waterloo, since history has already supplied "Kiss me, Hardy" and "England expects every man to do his duty."
