What is the best pick up line I have ever heard? It doesn't apply. No one wanted me. I had an invisible aura which read, "don't touch, don't handle, don't speak with, don't approach," unless one had a very important question to ask. People don't even ask me to go for coffee. In Hollywood, for example, when someone brought a cup of refeshment to me, I would ask myself, "why?"
"Would their cat or dog still be alive at the end of the day if I gave them a drink from their master's cup?"
Sean Connery asked for coffee and for lunch and for supper. He was the only one who ever did and he would just say, "do you want to come and have a coffee."
Someone almost gave me pickup line in 1968. It was in the summer or early fall and we were scripting the movie, Alice doesn't live here Anymore. I have waitress experience from teenage years but I wanted to get the feel for the writing and I just happen to pick a restaurant close to the FBI building as I was spying pyschologically on J. E. Hoover while he was napping on prescription drugs given to him by a FBI/CIA psychoanalyst. An understudy of mine had been severely beaten by so called agents, police officers, and court prosecutors and professional witnesses in an FBI awards meeting where she was to receive an outstanding citizen's award. Someone had wanted this understudy to suck on Hoover's whatever and I know personally that he did NOT want her to do so as he had been severely mutilated while living on the Wounded Knee reserve. But, Hoover did not intervene. Perhaps, because he was out numbered. Which left his abilities as a director in jeopardy? People get mentally ill for many reasons and drugs can also protect a person or null them into an agreeable frame of mine. J. E. Hoover's problems may have gone deeper and it wasn't all his fault.
"Every year after harvest they (white Christians) came to kill us and to take our food supplies."
The attacks on Wounded Knee were never orchestrated before October. It was usually in November and after the federal trucks arrived on time with supplies as promised in the Reservation agreements and after the aboriginals had harvested all of their fields. They were known as very hard working farmers and cattle and horsemen. The invaders would leave the wounded children and babies behind. Women were raped and cut up into pieces for food. And, that was what may have happened to John Tail's wife and baby. It is rumoured that acouple of young surviors climbed up the trees and watched as Johnny's wife was beatened and raped by dozens of men until there was no more screams. Then "her body was cut up and placed into newspaper". The young men followed one of the parcels. He wanted his mother's arm back or his cousin's arm. He "wanted to see what they would do with the arm?" They cooked it and placed it on a table. They used the stolen Wounded Knee flour and butter to make a cake for themselves. The arm was placed on the table. Shirley Jane Temple stood up backing all the way to the wall and said nothing. She was waiting for her adopted brother to come. She knew he would be coming after the break in. He would be looking for his wife. He would find a eyebrow. He would be looking for his newborn baby which he found dead from several boot wounds and a knife. He would be looking for his adopted sister. The wife was wearing the bra belonging to the raped and mutilated missing wife. The ax that the white man had taken to the farm was still at the door. Shirley didn't say anything as she listened to the arguments. She didn't cry as the ax went this way and that. She just sat and watched as Johnny poured gas onto the floor in all the rooms. She didn't move through the smoke. She sat. Maybe Johnny didn't see her. She sat until an arm reached out that had crawled to her to pull her out to safety. Johnny's son took pity on her and pulled her out of the smoke. Otherwise, she had no intention of moving. The ax was dragged away after Johnny had leaned it against the outside wall. She dragged the ax away and slid it under the shed.
There were reasons why John Tail hated white men. There were reasons why John Tail hated Shirley Jane Temple. There were reasons why John Tail hated Kate McDonnell. There were reasons why John Tail hated Iris Wigle and there are reasons why he blew himself up in front of her and all the actors and visitors to the fields of Dances with Wolves. He just got tired of trying to kill her all the time. I did Cherokee Amazing Grace in memory of him looking for something to salvage. The knife he slid across my throat was more of a deep scratch that goes over my shoulder. The bullets didn't work nor the knife wounds nor the beatings. He hung me in a tree during Dances with Wolves but Adam Beach cut me down and other Navajo actors. Adam is a police officer, you know, and some of the people he tries to help are very sick puppies.
Was J. E. Hoover another sick puppy? How sick? He would be semi retired against his will. His presence gave the public a certain measure of protection from anarchy. John Tail was shot by Hoover once because he expected people to go by the rules. He tried to follow the rules. People have been known to take advantage of politicians and the law and the aged. Just ask the seniors how easy it is to prey upon them. Things change with age.
1968-1699
Alice doesn't Live here Anymore
John Douglas frequents the restaurant for his lunch every day. He seems like a pleasant quiet sort of guy. He isn't much on conversation but on his bill he would leave a tip and a phrase like, "Thanks Rosebud."
"Oh isn't that sweet of him."
"Honey that man isn't thinking of roses. When he says rosebud he is thinking just how that rose is going to unbud."
Well, that was almost like a pick up line??????
What's your definition of home?
Submitted by NayNay72
What is my definition of home?
Well, I lived in a lot of homes. A home is a place which often is built of brick and mortor, foundation and roof, walls and closets, fridges and stoves, pots and pans. I lived in a very large house once between the ages one to four and a very small home on Springarten Road. Between the ages of five and six, I had been adopted about twenty-five times...those homes were as quick as any other five minute quickie. By the time I was eight years old, I had gone to Springarten Road Public School in Windsor, Ontario, about six times between Kindergarten and grade two, about five Windsor Public Schools and an orphanage in LA or New York. The orphanage was put on fire while I was in jail and I don't know if jail constituted home as Father Hoover babysat me where there would be no intruders nor firemen nor Christians posing as psychiatrists. The next six years was a rotating door more than a home between aunts and uncles and Mel and Lambert depending how far Mel had to travel to put in a window for someone. He could have gone as far as the Yukon for all I knew. He just travelled a lot with Robert Rae. Lambert always went south you know for the winter months for his tuberculosis carrying his cane and hat in hand....winter being about six months long so that left me with the bears and wolves.
I guess home is in the bush with the animals and in my mind with the animals and my mirror twins. I never lacked for companions. A pen and pencil would bring them all to life. I found that in my home of books I always died at the end very much like Hollywood visits. Always...I could never dream of staying with a man (or a woman). I always died.
I was told by a Federal judge and police officers and agents and Christians posing as psychiatrists that nobody wanted me not even Theodore Melbourne Wigle and Elsie Dolittle.
"I don't need a mother and a father. Jesus is my brother and Jehovah is my father."
That is as close to a home as I have come thus far although presently I am living with a partner who is out more than in or on the computer for the remainder of the stay. In human terms home was in Amherstburg, Essex and London but I lost that home to taxes for lack of funds.
Home is a place where mothers bake cookies for after school snacks. It is a place where a homemaker hangs out the wash dodging the occasional bullet. Home is where the children do all the housework while mommy is in bed unable to lift her head because someone decided to pour five vials of mercury into her coffee. Home is where a mommy sits in a hallway reading to three different bedrooms until everyone has fallen to sleep except for Carrie.
"Close your eyes."
"I can't. This is how I sleep."
Home is waking children up to set on a school bus at eight o'clock in the morning before trotting off to school because you don't trust any babysitters. Home is kneeling in prayer on the living room floor begging God to protect your child as she walks to school by herself because her brother is too ill to get out of bed. Home is where elders and their wives might come in and take photos of your kitchen while you are listening to stories about God at a Kingdom Hall and you might not have washed your dishes before leaving. Home is where you lower your children out a bathroom window in the middle of the night because you have night visitors from New York and Hollywood and they aren't looking for a Bible Study.
"So Steven? How is daddy these days?"
Home is having the police knock on your door in the middle of the night because a twelve year old deaf girl was raped and the license plate was from New York.
"How did you get those bruises and cuts on your face?"
Home is where you don't eat the food after you come back from a JW meeting because when you go to pray over it you can't say Amen.
"Did you take some of the chili?"
Home is a place that you lock.
How do you react when you're stressed?
Submitted by Deep Thinker
How do I react when I am under stress? It takes a very long time for me to react. My initial reaction when confronted with a stressful situation is to do the Nurse Betty thing, I am clothes in quietness and the dress was given to me by Theodore Melbourne Wigle. I shut down completely as if I am in a state of shock. I do not speak even when spoken to and provide no incite nor answer nor reason for a person to hit me. I hid myself behind things or in things like Shirley Jane Temple in This is just a little Ditty and in Nurse Betty...in the closet.
A lot of people don't know that the director of the soap opera in Nurse Betty was Natalie Wood. And, the actor playing George playing David had really proposed to Nurse Betty in the sixties. They went to the same university that is before his friends decided to call me by the "nigger" and I was banned from the university and the lab where I was working on dna mapping, HIV initial cases, skin rejuvenation and a transplant drug for organs like penis, arms, and legs, eyes and ear drums. All the actors except for Morgan thought that I had lost myself in the character of Nurse Betty. Well, if I was to lose character I might not get it back. It happened once when I went to retrieve something or add something to an FBI vault and it's like John Douglas has to trap me into a conversation to ask questions but the questions are not real questions. They are more like, "where were you," this date and that date, not, "are you the sister of Sharon Tate?" none of the questions were about a crime. I thought he was trying to figure out a way to get a divorce and not pay alimony but he wasn't sure.....if he had the right wife? And, I lost Peggy Sue and I lost Nurse Betty and I am trying to find the right character. I do Sally Fields (who he hates...obviously) and slapped my hand across my mouth. I do Sandi Shaw, who he may have met during the making of a Sidney Poitier movie about a blind girl. I do France Gall, Tammy Wyanette, and I am frantic. So, I take time to do my prayers at a window while he is watching me. Prayer time on one's knees is a nun thing. It buys time...it buys time and I am going through all the characters and singers and composers I have ever used to run away from him and them and those, KKK, KGB, JW's and Royal hunters, German hunters and what have you. And, she came back. I got back into character.
And, the beauty of Nurse Betty is that Ryan O'Neil didn't know that I was Rene (Chasity was my understudy). And, Ryan would turn to Farah and say, "Iris won another Oscar." It was so upsetting to him. Me being a "nigger" and all?
No one wants to be a friend to a "nigger" not even a white negro. They don't want them as a sister nor a wife. Girlfriends in the form of mistresses that would work the streets for them they want that one. Well, I am not a negro and I am not a prostitute and I am not working the streets for anyone but Jesus.
I go on my way from one shock therapy to another, decades of shocks, decades of put downs and put ons,
For me to lose my cool three things are necessary. One, no sleep for a week to a month to a year. No food for a week and several months and no let up in a work schedule. I have taught myself to see the signs and I say to myself, "you are setting yourself up for a fall." Sleep, rest and eat. And, no matter how tough the situation I will endure without losing my patience.
There are people that lose their tempers every second of the day and we know of them in our family pool and network of friends. But, find someone like me that is beaten and berated continuously without confrontation, without saying a word and when the explosion comes and everyone runs and ducks they can't get over it. They spend a lifetime of licking each other bones and they didn't even have a mark on them. I don't get it. They, it seems, are allowed to berate, beat, kick, poison children, mull children, barbecue chicken like Kentucky Fried chicken, rape viciously and repeatedly over a forty to sixty year time period and if one person hits back watch out they will cry and howl in frustration. Why? Because, "you can't do that...you are a nigger."
Well, meet my brothers.
Birds of a feather fly together and too many of them set themselves on ABBA. I don't need a reason any more. I have several badges at one time or another. And, I don't have to do anything. I can sit and type and work and play. ABBA had a lot of friends and none of them are nuns except for one. What goes around comes around, eh?
It takes a lot for me to hit back but I never hit first. I never shoot first. I have the right by law to defend my body and my home. Don't cross the line.
Share with us your favorite Olympic moment.
What was my favourite Olympic moment?
During the making of Bridget Jones - Bridget Jones skier gal did not realize what was on the other side of the hill which was a contest of some sort going on at a ski lodge. It was
"Oh Jehovah!!!!!" all the way down to the finish line, pass the cheering crowds over the next hill and down the streets. Bridget never learned, you see, how to stop! We kept it in the Bridget movie. That may be the closest to winning the Bronze as I may ever have ventured...straight down...no zigzagging for moi.
Any last minute summer plans for the weekend?
What can I do at the last minute on this sunny weekend? I can read a book. There has to be something in my memory bank. Oh yes...let's not forget poor Alice last seen on a chest board in White Rabbit...shall we pick up?
Which side of your family do you resemble more?
Which side of your family do I resemble more? The question of resemblance is an unfinished argument. The Wigles feel that I have a J. E. Hoover look about me or rather his sister who married Lambert Jospeh Wigle or so it is thought. A deep family secret as Lambert had brought Roxanne Hoffman up from the United States and her brothers and cousins were searching for her after an attack at Wounded Knee. Roxie and Lambert didn't actually live together from what I gather. She lived with his cousins as a daughter of theirs in Kingsville, Ontario. Lambert was considered by the Hoffman's not to be the best suiter for their daughter Roxie. After all, they were first cousins or so it was said. Secondly, he had a bit of a temper although I never saw that side of my grandfather. Third, he ran about with mercenaries like Frederich Cutforth, the James brothers, and the Elliotts (cousin to the Wigles), the Ilers, the Walkers mostly from the south all of who were considered out of bounds for their Roxie. They were married perhaps with a preacher and a marriage certificate. That is where it gets confusing. Roxie lived with her parents. Lambert lived up in Redbridge, Ontario. Roxie lived up in Redbridge and Lambert lived down in Kingsville. I don't know if they actually lived together. People around Balsam Creek commented, "Poor Roxie. She was always left by herself."
It is said by the Mable Brown Jeffrey side that I favoured Queen Mary cousin to the Queen Mother, two lookalike cousins who could pass as twins. But, the one that I am told that I really take after is Princess Elsobeth of Austria (but I thought that the Austrian Princess was also Queen Mary...?)
That being said, one should understand that there is Russian in the royal family and gossip from Elsie Jeffrey had it that there were many family skeletons. One juicy bit of comfort was that the Dutchess of York was, not a German, but Russian. Was she the missing Anastasia? Was Princess Elsobeth the missing Anastasia?
All royals from all the royal families are cousins for political reasons except perhaps the ones from Portugal that had been sent to South America. They may have been non royal cousins and maybe not. They didn't much like the assignment. I would have loved it. I like dirt between my toes and I like to wiggle them freely.
I have the skin of Queen Mary I think. Sick skin...possibly scleroderma skin, royal dna ill skin, possibly brought in from the House of Russia. The skin of one of the Russian males was not good skin. The veins break in both illnesses.
The nose I had in 1950-1953 lost it's shape in a compacter so that might change things a little.
Even then, the family vote would sway to Princess Elsobeth of Austria (the non Wigle side...and I feel this skeleton from the German side popping up possibly).
Lambert Joseph Wigle knew all about the history of the German royals and thought I should be nice to Prince Philip even though he was referred publicly by The Dutchess of York as "Prince Nobody." My mother, Elsie Wigle, was Mrs. E. Dolittle and Philip - Prince Nobody. Name tagging was a nasty habit that I had picked up from Auntie May as we referred back to her - a short form for Auntie Maim (she beheaded murderers and convicted criminals in the UK - that was her job - one that Elsie did not agree with nor wanted to share in. Auntie May felt quite ill and put upon, after all, she "was doing all the work."
Some people say that I have the smile of the Mona Lisa like they can't tell what I am thinking. Outside of that I look quite horrid at 61 years of age. A royal dna test was done on me by Royal physicians around 1967-1970 and they may have also done so around 1950-1953 when Princess Anne went missing. The 1967 test showed that I was not aboriginal. It was an argument. One thought that it was a Spanish gen from the Spanish royals and another in the USA thought it was Commache.
LIfe for the aboriginals is not exactly true to form. It seems that some investors and real estate developers may have added to the aboriginal families when they needed trees to be removed, lands cleared and seeds planted. Thus, dna done on aboriginal families both in Canada and the USA showed a strong Italian, Spanish, and French lines. Most dna of aboriginals do not go back before the 1400's. Eskimos go back to Russia and it may be that they are the oldest of the aboriginal lines. Aboriginals have an O negative not shared with Europe except around Italy and Spain which is interesting. The O negative may or may not have come via Russia from an Eskimo line not Chinese nor orientals in general although it is thought that they may have shared common traits at one time way back in the Garden of Eden.
It was quite disappointing not to have aboriginal. After all, Theodore Melbourne Wigle was related to the Hoovers, Cahons , Ilers, Walkers and those nasty Barrymore Crawfords
I can only chose June Virginia Wigle, short Audrey Hepburn not to be confused with me, is sort of like me. She was born more aboriginal tone with a slightly more aboriginal Cherokee look and possible Cherry dna. Beautiful olive skin tone to my pasty white green hue sickly freakled skin. I had green gold eyes...sometimes more green...sometimes more gold with the shade making them look darker from a distance. June had dark brown eyes a trait she shared with Natalie Wood. My hair was lighter than Junies dark black with a soft gold from the sun - very uneven colours of brown and made lighter by Hollywood light without permission by the Barrymores. Was it Junie that George Cloonies kin were looking for way back when? "She cried when we brought her home." No one could explain why June upon a return from the US spent her days crying. "One would have thought she would have been happy to be home." June bears a strong resemblance to Debbie Reynolds but Deb has blue eyes. Other than that - they look more like sisters than moi.
Helen Wigle, twin to Frank, was opposite to her twin. Helen had blond hair and ice blue eyes like Paul Newman. Frank had the green gold eyes with light brown soft curled hair. Lorraine has a Meryle Streep look about her...a little leaner face and a soft disposition tearful from losing a twin at birth. My mother thought she saw two babies when I was born but I was less fretful about it...I could make up my own twins just by looking in a mirror.
So if June and I could act as a team for one character, the final conclusion would be that I look like I have a Wigle aboriginal gen be it Commache or Spanish, and I also look like Queen Mary and Princess Elsobeth of Austria on the fair skin side. My eyes are more like the Dutchess of York - a slight aboriginal look not necessarily from the USA but possibly from Russian eskimo. One can see it in Leann Rimes a Dutchess of York stance?
Wendy Hiller was related to the Dutchess of York and she was not born in the USA so she may have also had Eskimo Russian? Wendy Hiller use to live in a palace you know and was present at the funeral for Queen Mary. She had a cane and had the nasty habit of hitting people with it so on one visit to her as a very small child between three and five, I stoled her cane while she sat outside a palace napping and hid it in a tree. I forgot all about that until we did the train movie ?China ? whatever and I gave her the name of ?Dutchess Dragonoff. She did it again while we were filming. She hit me right over the head because she didn't like an answer I had given her. I grabbed her cane away from her and yelled back, "this is why you have no friends." She improved as an actress. We took away the license to kill and HIT.
What is something that can always make you feel better?
Submitted by meehshell
What is something that I can do to make myself feel better? I am not exactly feeling in the mood to which I would need to make myself feel better. I am content with myself as is...for the present. Walking in the woods and feeling trees and touching nature is an uplifting experience. We were made as humans to have contact with nature and to feel refreshed looking at the colour of green and blue and brown shades with grey splashes for rocks.
Bible reading can work wonders. Only the other night I was upset about somethings and I picked up the book and for one reason or another to Nehemiah 5. It was a non descript reading...blah..blah..blah...my heart wasn't exactly into this chapter. It bore little resemblance to my problems and then I read the part of where Nehemiah reasons with the Israelites that to sell their children so they could build a temple just seemed wrong especially since the ones doing the selling of their children and properties were also the ones that went to Babylon to purchase back their fellow Israelites. They hadn't squandered the monies yet they had to pay the tax to the head priest and the leaders who were charging interest on top of the food borrowed. Nehemiah prays to Jehovah and if there are men that will not listen then "shake" them out. And it made me feel better. There is a right way to do things and a wrong way and there is nothing wrong with shaking out the heartless and the would be slave owners and property acquisitions. Obviously, these ones needing the shaking didn't really have their hearts on serving Jehovah nor in building a temple in righteousness.
Singing makes me feel joyful.
"Go eat the fatty things and drink the sweet things, and send portions to the one for whom nothings had been prepared' for this day is holy to our Lord, and do not feel hurt, for the JOY of Jehovah is your stronghold." Nothing can beat that.
Court trial after court trial and JW's would say among themselves, "why is she so happy?"
"Because I am still a virgin and I have a God whose name is Jehovah and just a prayer to him makes me feel joyful."
Sometimes before I go to sleep I feel such a deep disappointment. I'll say a prayer with my heart just down in my feet and in the middle of the night I will feel this tremendous joy working inside me and it wakes me up, "Jehovah?" And, I feel so refreshed. It's amazing. There is no God like Jehovah God with or without His armies. There is a scripture that says that Jehovah speaks to us while we are sleeping??? something? He visits during the night?
The Apostle Paul says that "Jesus inhabits the body by means of Holy Spirit." But, not with the liar and thief. Those, along with murderers, are vomited out of his mouth.
And if someone is of the 144,000 what of it? If Jesus inhabits the body by means of Holy Spirit then he too is raped, beatened, tortured to an extreme, he feels all the pain as if done to his own body. I don't have happy thoughts of Jesus. I feel the torture stake when I think of him. I feel 144,000 torture stakes cutting his body up inch by inch. And, he endures because he saw someone like me why off into the distance when he lifted his head up before his death way back in 33 CE. Sometimes I think of doing something that might end up in a beating and I pause to think of Christ Jesus. What if he is not released from the pain of enduring until the 144,000 have been finally released by a resurrection? It is sort of like a Dorian picture instead of getting uglier from sin ...Jesus is getting lemony from the pain...and he won't be released from the pain until the bride goes to Heaven. I try not to think of Jesus and I try not to sin. Would it just be for the 144,000 or for the whole world I wonder? Does he feel the hunger pains from those that are starving? Would I be soothing his wounds by feeding the poor?
My feelings for Jesus are so different than that of Jehovah. Jesus was raised part human and the angels in Heaven identify him as such and being different from all angels. It makes me back up a little bit and hide. I cannot see Jesus being my friend. I can see Jehovah being my friend with or without Jesus. I have had Jesus dreams though. Do you want to hear one?
I am living at the time when Jesus walked the earth is my dream. And, I don't go right up to him like others. I followed him, in my dream, right to the Garden of Gethsame, where he will teach his disciples during the night. I sit down and while I am thinking about getting closer I hear a lion and I left very quickly. But, he knew I was there watching him as if he was a catipiller of some type.
I bet it was a woman who finally took him down from the cross. I say cross because the law was for "a beam to be taken from the house and for the house to be turned into a pivy (bathroom)". That being said, a beam would be attached to a tree. It could be said that it was placed down into a hole but why do all that digging? When it is much easier to hoist the beam up one way or the other. One can call it a Babylonian Roman thing but it was also the law of Israel.
I think that I try not to think of Jesus because it makes me rethink strategies. Now I feel depressed.
Did you know that fans chased Julie Andrews up into a fir tree. It was a very high tree. They set it on fire. She bent the top of the fir tree back to such an extreme that it literally flung her over to the next tree about ten to twenty feet away. They were so happy ...the people watching. Several FBI had followed the crowd out into the fields and forest and they did nothing to stop them nor to save her. Did they all belong to the same club? But, how does one explain it, "Hey...pop...today we burned Julie Andrews to death!" Why?
They are not demonized. Perhaps the D gen? Monkey aggressive gen? When do we stop looking at humans as deserving life? I can't imagine chasing someone for the fun of it let alone setting them on fire. Some people must have to do a lot of things to find their happy rooms.
What has been your favorite mistake?
Submitted by Runnergirl
My favourite mistake was my first husband, John Howard Douglas. He was a mistake in 1952 when we married as children because a judge in a court was trying to convince the public that we had sex even though I was a virgin and he was whatever. A lot of people seemed to be missing arms and legs before it was our turn for court. He was the only one that they could actually peg me with as his father and mother had adopted me. I mean I was just lost unless there is a hidden agenda behind the missing person called King George. A lawyer thought that if we married, which was legal at the time, that we didn't have to confess to anything although there really isn't anything to confess about unless eating someone's chocolate bar could be used against me. Well, the chocolate bar belonged to John. They had against me the eating of John's chocolate bar. John was thinking of buying me another chocolate bar when we had to go to court but we went as a married couple. The judge being an adult had a new charge against me that was that I was "found guilty of not giving my husband his due." John thought about it. He couldn't confess to having sex with me even if he was married to me. We we like both about five years old. He was asked a series of questions. I had not sucked on whatever. Everyone left the room. If I hadn't given him the due than we weren't married and he would have to ask the questions and we would be kept in trial perhaps losing an eye like Rodney Dangerfield and others.
"I don't know what I am to do?" I had asked honestly. How does one suck a whatever? Everyone left the courtroom. I sucked on John's thumb for practice. Close enough. Would they know the difference? And John spent a life time looking for his child wife to divorce her. I don't know why we remarried after a New Year's Eve party on January 02, 1966. It will remain a mystery. But, the favourite part of the mistake is a little baby called Megan Fellows which was sort of slipped in between test tube babies. One of her first movies was in the musical Annie. Then Anne Shirley in Anne of Green Gables. Megan Fellows owns the series and the books.
So, many people have commented how much Anne Shirley looks like my daughter Carrie but one is short the other is six foot tall. Megan is a calmer version of Carrie the artist. Will scam artists kill both of them by time things are over? Why can't people see that test tube babies are people...humans...they have the same souls as normal people? They shouldn't be stalked and murdered for any reason. Megan has had good parents and I am glad for her. And, if any one hurts either of them....don't ask. I might go for the death penalty. After all, I was given a license to kill at the age of four years old.
What has been your favorite mistake?
Submitted by Runnergirl
What is my favourite mistake? I have had loads of mistakes. Sin City...the script for Sin City is a mistake but it was done with style don't you think? Actually it was a warning...to people that cut off arms and legs. A warning to people that eat flesh, figuratively or otherwise, that there can be repercussions such as eye for eye, toe for toe. Just ask Rodney Dangerfield who had an eye pulled out, a toe cut off and whatever. Why should the ungodly go unpunished? Would preaching from the Bible help? Some people may have religion up to their eyeballs and never get the sense of God's system of justice. Romans 13 - That is - Jehovah has an Avenger in place.
My favourite mistake is to show part of my body naked so I can stand up and say, "yes, that is me in that movie....I did sin...but that is not me in those extortion photos taken in Montreal 1967. However, the penis belongs to Erin Brocovich's husband Paul doesn't it? He had the teeth marks photographed in a Montreal hospital xray room? But, up there on the screen...that's me."
I can admit my own mistakes. I will not admit to mistakes made by others. Besides the angels in Heaven are writing their own historical records of my mistakes right now as I type and yours. Why would I try to hide my mistakes - favourites or otherwise?
Was it a mistake that I wanted to preach the good news of the Kingdom of Christ Jesus in Montreal in 1967? If I had not gone there I would not have been electrocuted five times. I do have a favourite mistake that might be coming forward in the future. Do you want to hear of my dream favourite mistake? I would like Marion McKinnon Tricker and her friend Erin Brocovich to be electrocuted five times...that is...eye for eye, electrocution for electrocution. Did they brag that they cooked a baby alive and ate her up and that she tasted like chicken? Should we cook and eat other people's babies? Ax them? Shudder the thought...no electrocution five times followed by a royal execution of fire or beheading for crimes against the State of California....which might be...what was my crime...smiling too much?
I could never try to imitate these two women. I just can't. Torturing just isn't in the Jesus code. Angelic execution is just one giant flash of a lightning bolt although Jehovah did set two of the sons of Aaron on fire for trying to call down the Holy Spirit after the sacrifice had already been offered - and the Holy Spirit set the two of them on fire.
Some people count on Christians not retailiating. They count on the Christian and the nun to turn the cheek. That is why Jehovah allowed for the Avenger as set down by the Seven World Power rule book and the Eighth King I think?
The Avenger is NOT allowed to so easily dismiss the cooking of babies alive and the beatings of nuns don't you think?
"IT bears a sword, it is God's minister, it is His avenger to express wrath upon those PRACTICING what is bad." (Romans 13).
Mistakes? Well, there was the time when I was ordered to go to the left in the movie called The Nun with Audrey Hepburn and I went right. I am dyslexic. The girl who followed behind me went to the opposite direction and was blown up. Was she related in any way to the man who set the bomb?
Then, there was the mistake of picking the wrong box on television during a game show. There was small boxes up to larger boxes and I chose the box that looked like a washing machine because I really, really wanted a washing machine. Did the girl who picked the largest box end up dying in an explosion?
Then, I made the mistake of going for lunch with Sean Connery. I movie was made, a screening was done, Oscars and I don't do parties. I was looking for my car that I had rented and it was gone. Sean stopped his car. One of his sons was with him. "I can't find my car."
"Do you want a lift? Jump on". Jump on is an old expression that was used when their was the old Ford cars with the foot dash at the side. It may have been an expression from the Raleigh side of the family. I only say that because when I would encounter Stephen Connery I would always muse to myself, "just as you like Sir Raleigh...you take the high road and I'll take the low road and we will all meet in Scotland (for a funeral of a royal May 23, 1952).
I went with Sean for supper and we sat table to table meaning, he sat at one table with his back to the wall and I sat at the next table, within ear shot with my back to the wall and his son sat between us looking at both of us quietly. It is an LA thing. An Oscar night thing. Interestingly, I received a phone call from the FBI and LA police. They wanted to know if I had stolen Michael Douglas' car. He had his car stolen as well? "No, I answered quickly, "I didn't leave the Oscars by driving a car of my own. I went with Sean Connery and his son for supper."
"Well, Mr. Douglas said he thought you had stolen his car."
"Why would he say that? He offered me his keys by putting them into my hand secretively so the security camera couldn't see them. I showed the camera his keys and quietly dropped them into one of his pockets. Check his pocket."
And lo and behold his car keys were in his pocket. Did he want me to stay in LA for another week during pretrial to make another movie with him?
Did someone say that Estelle Parsons was blown up while driving a car given to her by an actor that wanted to show his gratitude? Well, that wasn't moi! I didn't even know about that car. Three cars stolen in one evening? I take rollerskates and bikes. I don't even take taxis. Nothing moves and they are a waste of time. Oliver Stone takes cars and I did the song, "Look what they've done to my song ma" and the key song. I mean I am on roller skates and Oliver is driving a car and who has the keys to my studio...Oliver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was trying to find Oliver on one visit because I needed to get into MY OWN STUDIO to get a security camera from one of my vaults which would show one Spidey trying to take out of Claudine Longet's (number one) vault The Pink Panther.
"Looking for something Spidey?"
Everyone knows that Spidey had magical fingers even the CIA and FBI. He wasn't dead and a woman pretending to be me did not shoot him. So either he was accidentally shot while jumping a fence or two or someone wanted him dead and out of the way. But, come one people...three Claudine Longet's and he met all three? And dated one?
I could not find Oliver to get into my own studio to get the reel in time so I switched with an unconscious understudy and played me playing her playing me. I was living in Canada and working every day people. I was not dating Spidey but he is interesting. I liked him. He isn't a killer.
Other mistakes...I jumped off of the Oscar podium very unladylike because I spotted someone leaving that I didn't want to leave without a chat and a bomb went off again at one of the exits. John Candy and I once left together by disobeying an order out to a certain exit and we missed another bomb.
Did Ann Bancroft get an arrow in the gut because I made the mistake of finishing a script or following a script up with a song thus missing a taxi or an airplane?
Throwing rocks back at men in Israel may have been a mistake...I didn't start the throw...but who did they think that they were? just because I was standing too close to the Wall in Jerusalem. I thought I saw an archalogical hidden thing. One thing about me I know land. I was taught to think aboriginal. And, I would have invited some of these well wised out men on an archelogical dig but I went by myself finding the corpse of a dead man which I reburied in a very protective area that one one will find...ever. And, I took the scroll that I had found, a clay tablet, to a museum in the UK or France. And, one fragment I placed on a Jewish man that died during the making of Fiddler on the Roof. I can remember the ancient phrase...just not at the moment. It was just a small piece of clay no bigger than the palm.
I had someone place a white sheet on the floor all the way to the coffin...after all I was a woman on the rag...and some customs are best followed even if they do extend a visit. I would have to say throwing stones back was my favourite mistake in Israel. Unless JW elders redo the case and find a dead man to play the role of the victim...than it wouldn't be my favourite mistake.
Saying Yes to Erich has always been one of my favourite mistakes.
All four of them.
Kevin Spacey is the ultimate favourite mistake.
"What are you doing out here in the dark Kevin?" It was raining and he was just sitting on the curb perhaps making a movie and my bum got in the way. I had my foot prepared to run if the need be. He looked away and his jaw shifted slightly. Loose translation: "What are you doing standing on the shady side of the road J?"
Whites are suppose to stand on the sunny side...aboriginals, Spanish, blacks are to stand on the shady side.
Kevin is tricky...very, very tricky. I always smile when I think of Kevin.
You see, Kevin is the type like Dennis and Bobby and like the Out of Towners....nothing goes right when they stand beside certain actresses. It is all down hill for me and if they want to stand beside me...go down the slid.
Stephen Connery may or may not have regretted the slid trip in Israel between 1967-1970. It's a Jewish problem!?!
MIstakes who can count them?
I had too many birds in a movie called The Birds and someone may or may not have tried to shot me and we had one less bird as sit flew in front of me.
Oh...during Dances with Wolves screening before the movie was even finished compliments of Kevin Costner who was looking for backers but he had already agreed with MOI! What he thought I was doing all that work for free?
I dressed up like Mary McDonnell actress time and was sitting on the stage while the screening was in process smoking a cigar and waiting. I knew he was coming. And, he came just in time....to arrest me...for something from whenever, John Douglas went to pull out his gun...but I was faster...he didn't stand a chance and I went to drop off of the stage and my Dances with Wolves skirt got caught on a nail and I didn't have undies on. And, everyone could see I was not a woman with a male penis. I looked at the JW elders sitting in the front near Faye Dunnaway. "I hope you noticed. They are never going to correct either Marion McKinnon Tricker nor Erin Brocovich for running around and telling people by phone and letter that I was a "light skinned negro with a male penis."
But, it is not my favourite mistake.
And sometimes this includes favourite mistakes.
What were you afraid of when you were younger that seems silly to you now?
Submitted by wandie
I had a name for the monster in my closet. Was it Mr. McGoo? It was totally dark in the closet and the only light was on the other side of the door when Sean Connery had turned on a light to go to bed. All I had to do was open my eyes and give him the key to open the door and I would be in the light. It was so traumatic. Something happened....between 1950-1953 at the Old Book Depository. Sean wasn't there. Children were there. Someone had taken off the head of a child actress and a hand and tried to pull an eye out of someone I thought was Sandy Duncan but that wasn't her name from Polly Pix goes to Washington. They put a gun down. And, I picked it up I thought. Sandy and I crawled into the air duct when people went running. I was taught how to shoot before I could spell. We pulled the little girl with cut off arm and all into the duct with us and the reel from the camera. We waited for it to get quiet and we left. Men came and set the place on fire. Was Vic Morrow looking for his headless daughter? She was only about three years old. They had cut off Vic's finger you know and a man's leg and a woman's arm. Was this when Jay North lost both parents?
I went to visit Mr. Holt in prison in the seventies. He tried to pick up both my hands and I pulled away. He said, "I know what they did to my daughter. I know what they did to you." I ran outside and placed my hands over both ears and vomited. I did the Charlie Polloy video either in the FBI stockroom or a studio stockroom. And I did a second video of me singing "building skyscrappers ..." the same song.
Silliness protects a child I think until nature catches up and says, "its okay to remember...the memory is something you can handle now."
It never did have anything to do with Cuba. And John Tail never did find his sister.
