My tolerance for idiots is extremely low today. I used to have some immunity built up, but obviously there is a new strain out there.
Sorry I haven’t gotten anything done today. I’ve been in the Produce Department trying to open this stupid plastic bag.
Do you ever get up in the morning, look in the mirror and think “That can’t be accurate”?
I put my scale in the bathroom corner, and that’s where the little liar will stay until it apologizes.
Hard to believe I once had a phone attached to a wall, and when it rang, I picked it up without knowing who was calling, and I’m still alive.
As I watch this generation try and rewrite our history, one thing I’m sure of: it will be misspelled and have no punctuation.
Contributed by Simone
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It’s a Small World
Recently, Bob Bender wrote to add an interesting note to an interesting film that—interestingly enough—is slated to be shown October 10 on Kendal’s channel 970:
Next week (10.10.2026), The Day of the Jackal will be shown on channel 970. The late Colette Bergé is/was my first cousin. She and her older sister (who is my godmother as well as being my first cousin) were both born and raised in Paris, France. Both were actresses. In The Day of the Jackal, Colette plays the wife of the police inspector. [For film watchers, Bob adds: She is the one pulling on his toe in an attempt to wake him when an important phone call comes from Paris].
Her older sister, Francine Bergé, is the better known of the two Bergé siblings. She tends to play crazy people (using our shared relatives as role models?) and villains. At 88, she continues to play villains and crazy people on stage and in films, refusing to allow stunt doubles to take any of the associated risk when her characters swing from one building to another or jumps out of a window.
Her only exception to not using doubles was the scene in Circle of Love in which her character takes off her clothes and gets into a bath tub. Her sister, Colette, told me that Francine had to use a body double because her butt was too fat. Francine’s version of the story agrees that a double played the part of her butt, but that it was because she had a “no nudity” clause in her contract.
Having met Francine only once, for about 30 minutes when both of us were in our 60s, I probably will never know if her 26-year-old butt was too fat or if it was a provision in her contract that prevented her butt from appearing in Vadim’s film—and I am not planning to ask her (again).