V-2nd, Chap 8 - who or what is Mike Bailey?

[Michael Bailey]

Robin Landseadel <robinlandseadel at comcast.net> wrote:
> And remember kiddies --- IF YOU STILL CAN ! --- that Oneirine means
> "Chocolate Magic!
>

yeah, baby!

> On Sep 28, 2010, at 2:25 AM, Michael Bailey wrote:
>
>> On Mon, Sep 27, 2010 at 11:33 PM,  <kelber at mindspring.com> wrote:
>>>
>>>  Mike?  MIKE!  Are you there?
>>>

actually got as far as doing a Google search on V2nd read schedule, to
see if I had one more week...I thought I might..and then I got caught
up in snooping on my work bud's videos of his Pop Warner team  and
then we got some calls and I stayed late because of a puzzling loss of
management to some DSLAMs that I was learning to troubleshoot from the
shift lead (2 years on the job, I really ought to know that already,
like, cold and in my sleep...) but it's a beautiful rainy day and I
feel good, so yes, I'll admit to being here!

>>
>>
>> uhh, howzat...coming off of an Oneirine bender...
>
>        . . . Mickey Spillane plays his own creation, street-thug-turned-
>        PI Mike Hammer, in this 1963 adaptation of his novel. The film
>        opens with Hammer on the downside of a years-long bender,
>        scooped out of the gutter by a bitter cop intent on prying
>        information from a dying man. Inspired to clean up his act by the
>        secrets he hears, Hammer hits the streets on a personal
>        crusade to find the love of his life. Future Bond girl Shirley
>        Earton costars as a glamorous society widow who goes
>        slumming with Hammer. Spillane, who brings the grace of a
>        trained monkey and the sex appeal of a Bronx cheer to the role,
>        is less a stoic, tarnished street knight than a street bum at a
>        cocktail party, but it works for the working-class pug. The low-
>        budget production is a rare black-and-white CinemaScope
>        picture, rough and messy but lacking the raw edge and gritty
>        look of more accomplished crime pictures. B-movie veteran Roy
>        Rowland directs with a lazy pace and a prosaic style that drags
>        until he takes his camera to streets of New York City. The
>        definitive Hammer remains Ralph Meeker in Robert Aldrich's
>        Kiss Me Deadly, but Spillane makes a respectable runner-up. . .
>

my work bud with the Pop Warner team calls me "money" perhaps meaning
William Munny (from Clint Eastwood's character in Unforgiven), but I
could probably fit into the general category of "grace of a trained
monkey and sex appeal of a Bronx cheer" --- it'd be a stretch, tho

>> seem to've lost the
>> 40-page dissertation on the deformation characteristics of newspaper
>> want ad sections exposed to varying degrees of penile turbidity
>
> Do you suffer from "Penile Turbidity" lasting more than four hours, you
> lucky bastard?
>

no comment...

years ago, my co-worker Lisa taught me a term: NRB, or "no reason
boner", which I suppose, along with Pynchon novels and the music of
Sun Ra, is one of several good reasons for living


>> more shortly (!)
>>
>> --Are you
>
> right there, Michael, are you right? Do you
> think you can hold on by sitting tight? Well,
> of course, it's awful angelous. Still I don't feel
> it's so dangelous. Ay, I'm right here, Nickel,
> and I'll write. Singing the top line why it
> suits me mikey fine. But, yaghags hogwarts

hogwarts?

> and arrahquinonthiance, it's the muddest thick
> that was ever heard dump since Eggsmather
>>
>> got smothered in the plap of the pfan.  - James Joyce
>
>

but anyway, Kapitel 8...

-- 
"I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard your voice
singing through the gloom" - James Joyce