“They have a drive-thru, you know,” she informs me.
Slight pause from me. “You mean…you drive up, stick your arm out and…”
“That’s how they do it now,” she reaffirms.
“Good thing you weren’t there for a tetanus shot,” I responded, getting back to my chicken. A three-minute pause, then the two of them begin to cackle like hens, having just got the joke. (Just more evidence to add to the already voluminous pile of verification that I was adopted.)
Anyway, some eBay-related business (okay, I had packages to mail) kept me getting anything accomplished today (like watching something for the blog), so I thought I’d direct you to a nifty little feature at Laughing Gravy’s In the Balcony entitled “31 Days of Boris Karloff”. Every day this month, the Gravymeister is watching some of Mr. Karloff’s finest (and…well, not-so-finest) films and reviewing them in his own inimitable style.
I mention this partly because I have nothing prepared, and partly because I loaned him my copy of The Walking Dead (1936), which I dubbed to
from a VHS recording (in the good old DirecTV days) two years ago. Someone asked Gravy if he needed any more
Karloff films and he mentioned that there were one or two that he had not yet
seen, including West of Shanghai (1937).
Now…don’t tell him this…but I had this on VHS—except that I chucked it out two weeks ago. I couldn’t remember why I recorded it (I got it confused with Lon Chaney’s West of Zanzibar—which I already had) and tossed it in the bin…then realized my error only after reading a short list of the Karloffs he had not yet seen.
D’oh! Stupid getting-older-memory…