This must be "Dennis Farina Day"....
While I was making dinner, I watched "Blind Faith", about Robert Marshall, that putz. In the second half, Dennis is the Prosecutor who put Marshall away. Dennis is fuckin' GORGEOUS....
I love his face. Now, I just changed tapes and happened to grab "The Hillside Stranglers". Guess who is in it?Yup.
Dennis, again. Only this time, he's playing Angelo Buono, who, together with his cousin Kenny Bianchi, murdered a shitload of women in the mid- to late 70's in L.A. Cop-type or bad guy, Dennis is compelling. He's got the most intriguing face.... I reeeeally wouldn't mind meeting this guy. I'd probably just stand there, grinning at him like a dolt or stuttering all over him, but it'd still be cool. Hell, I keep getting re-freaked out every time I remember that I'm good friends with a guy that David Bowie is aware exists. David Bowie knows who my buddy is. Knows his name and all. And... so do I.
*grin* I of course told my buddy that, should he run into Bowie, he can feel free to extend an invitation to go riding. *rolls eyes at self*
As if. Still.... Nah. ? Anyhoo... Dennis Farina, chick, not Bowie, okay? Dennis Farina... oh, there he is, too. Ye Gods, that face... I don't know who the wuss is playing Kenny, but he's a little too "pretty" for me, thanks. Plus, Ken Bianchi is/was a lying sack of monkey shit from the day he was born, so I don't like him even more. (Not to mention the fact that HE'S A MURDERER, you stupid blonde bim....) And, no, I didn't think the real Buono was remotely cute. Oh, holy shit... Dennis in a leather jacket. *wipes chin* Hey, wanna know something kinda cool about this movie? The real life cop who gave his all to this case and got them both is named Grogan. Bob Grogan, if I remember correctly. He, the real guy, had a cameo in this movie. When the Bellingham, Wa. PD arrests Bianchi at the docks, it's Grogan who steps forward, announces the arrest and slaps on the cuffs. I like that. He's a cute old poop, too. Oh yeah... remember that "plan" I had? Well, I made it through "making dinner", but now I feel akin to mutilated Play-Doh and I just wanna go lay down and read.
Well, my body does, anyway.
I wanna get this shit done. I hate when this happens.... Oooh and another thing... I saved a mouse. Poor widdle fing is in a fish tank, with a lid and water, oats, rat food, a bit of cheese and cedar chips. I hope he lives. I got him right away, but still, it had to hurt, being clamped in Santana's jaw like that. He sure did holler, poor little turd. I also hate when that happens. These damn blasted cats get fed more than even Sally Struthers could eat in a day and still they hafta be murderin' a-holes. Pfft. Not as long as I'm around, though. It's not necessary, needed or the least bit nice, so it ain't happenin' in front of me. Bad enough his little arm was hurt, at first. He seemed to be moving around kinda well, after he'd been in the tank for a while, but now he's just laying quietly, breathing 2000 mph, which is probably normal for him, but to me looks like he's hyper-ventilating, or something. Plus, I keep peeking into the tank with a flashlight, like a cop on suicide watch. Bet he's lovin' that part... *giggle* *suddenly pictures self as "Lenny"... "I will love him and feed him and pet him, forever and ever..." rapidly petting mouse* Jeezus. I think maybe I should go to bed. From Dennis Farina to mouse rescue in less than 15 minutes....
That's gotta be some kinda record.
Or sign of neurosis.... Peace, y'all....
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