Monday, April 27, 2020

Sunday Night-in-April Revue: Jackie "The Great One" Gleason's Poloponies and Nixon Golf Dates; Tippi Hedren's Adult Male House Lion; & Tony "MGM" Goldwyn's Gay Relations, Then and Now

Corner, 16th and T Streets NW, Washington, D.C.,
8:39 p.m., April 26, 2020

The pictures in this entry that I took are an assortment from this weekend, posted mostly for the purpose of breaking up the text.

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It's Sunday night, although it will probably be around midnight Monday by the time I post this entry.

South side of Meridian Hill Park, Washington, D.C.,
5:51 p.m., April 26, 2020

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As a minor update, I went to the Columbia Heights Target and bought some needed clothing items -- this followed my online Macy's shopping last week, the results of which I'm hoping actually arrive this week -- and a universal remote control.

To be upfront, I dislike Columbia Heights in all its intractable American urban ghettoness. (Sorry, my WOKENESS is low right now.)

What's more, the walk via Adams Morgan isn't my idea of pleasant. Plus, I had one of my usual unpleasant city street-level encounters.

I'm not going into detail on that as I don't want unwanted dross that may check in over here to get any cheap-ass thrills at my expense.

Yours truly in D.C.'s Holy Rood Cemetery, 4/25/2020

Yes, I refer to M. Shit Wade Fuck-a-Googolplex and its nasally QUAAAACK! QUACK! QUACK! QUACK! queer noises.

What a fundamentally unserious and silly ass-hat. And if I don't miss my guess, he's probably trying to cash in on the COVID-19 situation by running a GoFuckMe campaign for distressed over-the-hill A to F list bartenders.

Ditto any unctuous cooing and morbidly obese mooing from THE BIG Y'EYEMAH...

Look at her, isn't she beautiful: Poopin' out little bits of corn cheese from here to Mar a Lago.

"Mom says we can borrow the car! That means we don't have to take three buses today! :-D"

... or random visits from The Staph while "her man" -- known more commonly as Wall-P, itself just a reworked Toshiba mini-vacuum cleaner -- engages in its endless money-and-power suck: "Eh. Eh. Eheheh. IsWhatItIs."

Yeah, yeah, we know, Wall-P: You don't work for your money, your money works for you, you Roach Feces Bot.

Another view of the southside of Meridian Hill Park, Washington, D.C., 5:51 p.m., April 26, 2020

Meridian Hill Park is still a scary place at night -- one of a vast number of outdoor homeless encampments in D.C. Oh, and it's way past time to get rid of that seated statue of James Buchanan.

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Thereafter, I walked to Fred & Doug's place for one of our usual Sunday night dinner parties-and-Britcom-viewing soirees, but stopping in Meridian Hill Park on this cloudy, drizzly, cool day where I had a phone conversation with Lynda. I've been having these occasional hour-long conversations with friends on the phone these days.


Doug made a wonderful dinner: Daube de Boeuf à la Provençal courtesy the late Julia Child along with a salad with Brianna's Champagne Vinaigrette. I never cool like I that. I can't.


We also had good conversation the way older gay men should who are not sadly sex addicted to Grindr. We've held off on 'Allo, 'Allo! since Aydin hasn't been available, and instead we watched a very funny episode of Are You Being Served?: "The Nightclub."

Anyway, right now, I'm home now watching my late night comfort TV between Antenna, MeTV, and Cozi TV. Of note, MeTV is presently airing The Honeymooners on Sundays at 10:30 p.m.

Tonight's episode "On Stage" is one in which Ralph, Alice, and Ed Norton are in a Raccoon lodge play (which you never actually see), and, of course, Ralph -- in the role of a very wealthy, high-society man -- is immediately convinced he's on his way to major stardom.

It memorably features Norton's hilarious mispronunciation of a phrase.


Specifically, it is during a rehearsal of the line that Ralph is supposed to say: "...my mansion, my yacht, my string of polo ponies." 

Instead he says, "my mansion, my yacht, my string of poloponies" (pronounced "po-LOP-onies") which, of course, Ralph then says during the play.


I remember my dad and I laughing hysterically over this back in the late 1970s when we watched The Honeymooners on, WPIX-11 (or maybe it was WOR-9) on our little black-and-white television in the bedroom we shared in my grandparents' house in Long Branch, N.J.

I love Jackie Gleason.


Speaking of Jackie Gleason, I found this interesting little article from June 2019 on the MeTV website (link embedded): Let's talk about how Richard Nixon allegedly showed The Honeymooners' Jackie Gleason some aliens.


The article recounts how his ex-wife, Beverly, told the National Enquirer in 1983 of a supposed 1973 incident in which Gleason came home and described how President Nixon had him escorted through Homestead AFB and shown four embalmed aliens.

Thereafter, it includes the following tidbit: Gleason also amassed a huge collection of books on the paranormal, parapsychology and UFOs, most of which were donated to the library at the University of Miami after he died ... One could even argue the late star is just as famous for his round house, dubbed "The Mothership," than he was for his "To the moon!" catchphrase...

That same MeTV website article also notes how actress Tippi Hedren -- mother of actress Melanie Griffith and grandmother of actress Dakota Johnson, and still going at age 90 -- once lived with a full-grown male lion named "Neil" in her ritzy Southern California home.

L-R: Dakota, Tippi, and Melanie photographed in 2016

It links to this Life magazine photo-feature, date uncertain, featuring a series of pictures taken in 1971 by photographer Michael Rougier: At Home With Tippi Hedren, Melanie Griffith and a 400-Pound Lion.

There is a whole backstory to why she ended up living with this lion in her Sherman Oaks, Calif., home which I won't go into this entry, but some of the pictures are just so remarkable, especially these three:

Tippi Hedren and her pet lion, "Neil" at the refrigerator

God, that's weird.

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Then 14-year old Melanie Griffith lies in bed with "Neil" the family lion.

That's just so damn bizarre.

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Tippi Hedren's housekeeper steps over a fully grown male lion lounging about on the kitchen floor

I wonder what this lady thought. I imagine that it was sometime along the lines of: These crazy-ass rich white people have a pet lion.

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Also of note, Designing Women episode shown on Antenna TV at 11:30 p.m. tonight was "Killing All the Right People"

As The Keeper of All Knowledge explains:

Originally airing on October 5, 1987, as the fourth episode of the second season. It features Tony Goldwyn as Kendall Dobbs, a young man dying of AIDS who asks the women to design his funeral. Series creator Linda Bloodworth-Thomason's mother died of AIDS and her experience with her mother's disease and the prejudice associated with it inspired the episode.

The episode title is in reference to what a character, Mrs. Salinger, who is played by actress Camilla Carr, says to everyone in the room including Kendall when she finds out he is gay and HIV positive.

The late, great Dixie Carter's resulting righteous eruption at her friend is something to be savored even 32 years -- and a different world -- after the fact:



Tony Goldwyn, of course, is well known for, among other roles, being the villain in Ghost who meets a supernaturally horrible end.

Oddly enough, Tony Goldwyn's older brother, John, came out as gay and is married to rich hotelier Jeffrey Michael Klein. He did so after being married to actress Colleen Camp -- does this mean John was campy?? -- by whom he had a daughter named Emily Goldwyn.

Tony and John are the grandsons of legendary movie producer Samuel Goldwyn (the "G" in "MGM").

On the topic of incurable viruses, this is a great segue into a coronavirus -- SARS-CoV-2 -- and resulting COVID-19 update, and, in point of fact, I composed just such an update.

One of the two lion statues at the south end of the Connecticut Avenue Taft Bridge, Washington, D.C.,
3:10 p.m., April 25, 2020

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However, including it here would make this entry too long and unwieldly. It is one that really needs to be in a separate one, which I'll try for tomorrow night. Indeed, I don't think things are going to change that much between now and then.

The other lion at the south end of the Connecticut Ave William Taft Bridge, Washington, D.C.,
3:10 p.m., April 25, 2020

I figured, well, since I've already posted an unlikely set of lion pictures, what's two more. Of note, both these two lions and the ones on the north side of the bridge are replacement of the 1906 originals.

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So, that being the case, for now, I'll just sign off.

--Regulus

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