Boris Karloff...magical words, especially this time of year, to myriads of us baby boomers who grew up watching this amazing man bring some of cinema's greatest monsters to life.
I just finished reading a wonderful book on him, called "Boris Karloff:A Gentleman's Life" by Scott Allen Nollen with the participation of Sara Jane Karloff.
Yes that's right...the great man's daughter assisted writing this book, and it is wonderful. Of course it covers his career and many facets of his life, but what was most amazing, and a little awful/astonishing, was the discovery of his relationship with his only child.
She was born on Boris' birthday, during filming of Son of Frankenstein in 1938. She would be his only child, and inherited his dark east-Indian good looks, as well as his gentle and charming manner. However, Mr Karloff was very involved in his career, and after his child was born began working extensively in theatre, as well as movies, which meant a lot of travel for him and time apart from his wife and daughter. This inevitably lead to a split, which lead to a divorce. The day after the divorce was finalized, Karloff married his fifth and final wife.
This woman devoted herself to her husband and they became inseperable. She had a daughter from a previous marriage, and was not really interested in Boris' child, so a sort of coolness developed in that relationship. Sara was not invited to her father's home very often, as he was spending most of his time either in New York or in his native England, while she grew up in California.
The breach became wider when she wished to marry. Her father did not approve of her marriage, and turned down her request to walk her down the aisle. Her stepfather did the honors. Karloff said he did not want it to turn into a media circus, which it may have done had he been there.
Sara did not know her father was dying, and had to find out about his death while watching The Today Show. When she cabled her stepmother asking for information on funeral services, the cable was ignored. Sara was not told about the funeral arrangements, nor was she invited to any memorials for her father at that time.
Then...the will was read. Karloff left absolutely nothing to his only child. Everything went to the widow..oh and her daughter by a previous marriage. That girl recieved the monies from the sale of the Karloffs' London apartment. Karloff left an estate valued at over $2 million, not bad for 1968. Sara got nothing.
Even when her father's things were auctioned off over the years in various places, she was not told of it until afterwards, thus preventing her from retrieving something of his for her children (she had two sons, Boris' only grandchildren, who did visit their grandfather and got to know him.)
In 1987, as a result of California's Celebrities Rights Act, Sara inherited family ownership of Boris' image, thus being able to license officially any future use of it. So any kind of offical Karloff image or likeness has to be run past her first. Along with Bela Lugosi Jr, and Ron Chaney (grandson of Lon Chaney Jr) Sara Karloff carries on the family legacy of the great horror stars, and makes many appearances at movie conventions to meet fans and talk about her father and his career.
She is indeed proud to be her father's daughter. She was a successful realtor for many years, and now looks after her father's estate (Karloff's widow passed away in 1987). I saw her on an episode of Biography dedicated to Boris Karloff. She was surrounded by his image at a movie convention, and she looked around at all the Karloff images and said quietly, "Daddy."
I plan on watching a few Karloff movie gems this weekend. Happy Halloween.
Thanks to Mick and the boys for this one....a golden oldie fer shure.
"well it seems to me that you have fit too much in too few years,
and though you try you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears.
You better stop and look around...
Here it comes, here it comes,
Here it comes, here it comes....
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown."
Last week, a 16 year old high school student was asked to go home and change his shirt. He wore a t-shirt with the following on it:
MARRIAGE IS SO GAY
The teacher objected and sent him to the principal, who agreed with the teacher and sent him home to change his shirt. Now the student says his constitutional right to freedom of speech is being infringed upon. The shirt was supposed to be in favor of gay marriage. Unfortunately a lot of people didn't take it that way. Kids today have a habit of saying something is "gay" in a context that means stupid or bad or wrong. People saw the shirt and thought it was anti-marriage.
The editor of our paper weighed in with an editorial last night. His two cents? "Students are sent to school to LEARN, not to disrupt with provocative clothing." I agree with that. A new school policy is in the works, whereby you cannot wear ANY kind of logo on your clothes, promoting anything or anti anything. School uniforms are being discussed. Studies have shown that kids do better with less distraction in the classroom, and togging out in designer duds, with fancy shoes or an expensive coat is not what going to school is all about. Why not have everyone wear plain old black or blue pants, and a white polo shirt? Easy peasy.
I never was allowed to go to school with any sort of t shirt like that. Nor was my older brother. He does remember, however, the year the movie Goldfinger came out...and a couple guys came to school wearing "Pussy Galore" on their t shirts. They were quickly hustled away.
I realize students today are more sophisticated than I was back in the day, but still...most of em need to spend a bit more time hitting the books than worrying about what sort of statement they are making with their wardrobes.
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I grew up in WVa and at one time rooted for WVU...my mother and I went to Tenn. for a few months.In doing so she tried enrolling me in a school there.I had a WVU sweat shirt on.The principal said...and I quote "Before you can be enrolled here today you will need to either remove that shirt or go home and change."I said no and he said oh yes...or you can change into a school shirt...which will cost you 14.95 in the outer offiice.I said No.he was like well until you learn how to behave you are not welcome within our halls.I was like...fine by me...this school sucked and your colors make me sick...and walked out.
Gonna tell the world
You're a dirty little girl
Someone grab that bitch by the ears
Rub her down, scrub her back
Turn her inside out
Cos I bet she hasn't had a bath in years.
One of my favorite Elton John songs. A funky little gem off the "Goodbye Yellowbrick Road" album.
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Note: I'm not your "hun", or your "hon". I don't care if you call everyone that. I won't answer to it. Respect people's spaces please.
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shed,s tear, Sniffles" ok I,m sorry , wont can you hun again, sniffles "
Uh oh, I'm guilty of this.....sowwwwy....
Amen.
yup. I hate that too grr
butbutbut
I only do it with the ones I care about...I mean it's the pictures, they just make me....
ok, eeeuuuwww...lol
Why is it that every time I look up a friend on Facebook (female) and they say they are in a relationship with a guy....I go to the guys page and there is NOTHING about the girl on it? Don't guys think their women will check their pages? "Um. honey...why don't you say you are in a relationship with me?" "Oh crap hon, let me change that."
Sheesh.
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Ya that is strange isn't it lol I know ours say we are in a relationship when you go to either of me and the olemans pages on facebook.
For obvious reasons I would say. Some guys just want to be able to play still, for shame...tsk tsk...
I heard part of a song on the way home from work...laughed so hard I nearly hit another car. Dunno who sings it, it sounds like a bunch of people doing a sing along and one guy doing lead vocals. Here's a bit of what I heard..if anyone knows the name of the song or the artist, do let me know.
"We're all gonna die...kiss your ass goodbye"
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Probably "flowers" by Hurt. Let me know if that's it
Hahaha it is
the children will sing
a song in the streets
it sounds like the 23rd psalm
to the music of 21 guns
the flowers are dead
in a vase by the bed
the place where the old woman died
it's the place where she started her life
the papers will all say her name
but probably print the wrong date
the day that she died
cause we're all gonna die
cute little puppies, and bunnies, and birds
people who sing when they don't know the words,
you will die
cause we're all gonna die
it's just part of life
all men, women, children
hermaphrodites too
animals, aliens, and certainly you
you will die
cause we're all gonna die
cause everyone dies
and all that was ever and all that will be
single celled creatures anything green
you will die
cause we're all gonna die
start saying goodbye!
from the moment you start up the miserable life
you should know that it's only a matter of time
'til you die
That's the one! Thanks, seeker2112 for helping me out...I thought that song was great.
Today's tune from hell....
"I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you've got a brand new key.
I think that we should get together and try them on to see.
I've been looking around awhile, you got something for me
Oh I got a brand new pair of rollerskates, you've got a brand new key."
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The lyrics are familiar...a song from the 70's but I forget who, and what it's called. I do recall that woman's voice driving me nuts though!
oh god no.
now that song is stuck in my head!
Darn you!!
The singer was Melanie Safka, from 1971, and the title was "Brand New Key"
And yes, not only was I alive, I was NINE at the time...lol
I love this song, actually.
Heh. Must find something to inflict upon the Carnelian ...
I loved that song :-s
Oh hooray....the final season of The Tudors just arrived....woo hoo! I can settle down with 8 hours of medieval humping and general mayhem. Perfect!
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I have seen that program and I like it alot.Lucky you!!
I think the last season was way to rushed, but still... some humping goes on. ;)
Lol...
It's pretty damn good.
My boss opened the store with me today, to make sure I had enough change and supplies, and to see how I was doing. Good thing he was there to see his dad make a complete asshat of himself.
I walked in and right away his dad starts barking at me. "What's wrong with you? You don't look sick." "I'm not sick, I hurt my leg." "Sounds stupid," he said. "You look fine. Come here!" he was at the back of the store pointing to a very large rug a customer had brought in. "Pick this up off the floor and put it in the machine."
Uh, no. You don't put things in the dry cleaning machine unless you're going to run it. Fumes can escape, so the door stays shut at all times. "Pick it up!" he was shouting, and my boss came in and said "DAD! Don't speak to her like that. She can't lift that. And it doesn't need to go in the machine. Just leave it where it is."
"Stupid," his dad kept saying. Boss went in the office to unlock the safe and get the change out, and his dad thought he left. "Pick it up," he ordered, pointing to the rug. I just stood there. What the hell was the big deal about this rug all of a sudden? "I SAID PICK IT UP!!" he yelled.
My boss was out of the office in a flash. He actually grabbed his dad and half dragged/half pushed him upstairs. "You do NOT come down until we are closed and gone, do you hear me? And you DO NOT speak to her like that....EVER! She is not picking that rug up and you need to LEAVE IT ALONE!" I heard that much from the stairwell, along with some heated Greek.
My boss apologized to me over this. "I'm going to hang around for awhile,"he said. "Something tells me he isn't finished."
Good thing he stayed. About an hour later, when I had a lull in the work, I heard his father shouting at me from the top of the stairs. My name got louder and more nasty-sounding with each repeat. And by the time my boss heard it and came out of his office, his dad was shouting at 2-second intervals, hardly giving me time to reply. My boss goes to the bottom of the stairs and shouts back "WHAT DO YOU WANT!"
His dad, quietly: "Oh. I didn't know you were still here."
My boss: "Dad, so help me GOD if you don't leave her alone I will take you out to George's farm and leave you there. Patty doesn't feel good and she is NOT answering to you!"
Heh. I actually felt pretty good, the moving around helped loosen up my muscles a bit, after sitting/laying around most of yesterday, it felt good to get up and move some.
I really think they need to get that old man to a doctor. He gets nuttier as he goes along. The other day he came downstairs two hours early for lunch, and just sat there, even though we told him it was too early and showed him the clock..he was hungry and wanted fed! Instead of getting himself something to eat he took out his frustration on us, moving baskets of clothes around, walking off with supplies we needed (two staplers and a lint roller) and emptying out the bottles of water we were all drinking.
I told my boss if his dad acts like a baby, treat him like one. Get him a pacifier and dip it in ouzo....that oughta do it!
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Is this the same one that wanted to feed a baby chocolate cake, and ended up chucking it on the floor and incessantly repeating "The baby wanted cake."?
Gosh do these stories ever stick. O.o
Wow *shakes head*, how you deal with the crap you do I will never know.
Sounds like the onset of old fart dementia.
Wow- hope the boss does something soon for his dad.
And glad you leg is better. :)
Damn good thing I wasn't there, I would have put you in the office, made HIM pick it up, and then bitch slapped him for good measure...Don't you DARE treat my friend like that...humph.
On the fair side, it sounds like he is in the early stages of Alzheiner's- my sympathies to his family- but kudos to your boss for standing up to him for you.
yep, early stages of Alzheimer's....the calling-card is forgetfulness and irritability.
Pops needs to get pimp-slapped!
Seriously, he must be getting ALZ...sometImes old farts get mean with the disease.
I bet you're on more block lists than anyone else on here. Sending totally illiterate messages, spouting profanity in the box, leaves me to think you're either bored out of your tiny little mind, or a complete waste of space. Or both.
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Possibly both I would say!
I am not.
lol oh wow , wow are we talking about ?
Sounds like both to me. :)
First Justin Bieber profile name I've seen on VR. Now, honey, you just get a Twilight reference in there also and you'll have you something! But just WHAT...no one knows! :P
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lol-oh-lol-oh-lol
BieberCullen. haha.
I'm with Team Justin!
*head explodes*
Ugggh.....
And the fifteen minutes are winding down: 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10...
I think I just gavomited....
Last month, some UW-Madison students had a little house party. You may have heard about this. They managed to cram 250 people into the house, mostly down in the basement. The police were called and when the smoke cleared, the students who lived in the house were hit with a record $86,000 in fines.
Yes, that's right..eighty-six thousand dollars.
That's a WHOLE lot of beer.
Underage drinking was the chief offence, plus too many people in a room and not enough exits/entrances. Now, the UW is known far and wide for being a party school, but geez. What if a fire had broken out? People would have been trapped down there.
And the students are whining about not being able to pay the fines. Their parents are, shall we say, upset.
We do fire and water restoration on clothing and household items in addition to the regular dry cleaning. This sideline is lucrative but very stressful, as it involves dealing with insurance agencies as well as the people who have lost everything in the fire/water damage.
We got a call last week to do the cleaning for a house that belonged to an older couple. Something with the electrical went wonky and the place caught fire....only a couple downstairs rooms were damaged, but most of the house had a lot of smoke damage. Including the bedrooms.
We get there, and the ServPro people, who take care of the cleaning and repairing of the house, had already bagged up everything in the bedrooms for us and hauled it out, so they could get in there and start the cleanup. Our eyes popped. There were bags and bags and bags....192 of them. These people had enough clothes to open their own store. And they all had to be cleaned.
The couple were older, and didn't really understand that we couldn't go through the bags right there and then and determine what could be cleaned and what couldn't. Wouldn't you know, these people wanted certain things cleaned right away....they HAD to wear them to church. Jeezers, your house burned up almost...be thankful you got out alive! Don't worry about a damn outfit!
We had to haul everything back and go through the bags till we found what they wanted. (That in itself took about 4 hours).My boss decided to clean a couple loads for them, so they would have some other things to choose from..we ended up cleaning about 50 pieces and when we got them done, we phoned the people and told them to come down, look through the pieces and pick out whatever they wanted to take back to where they were staying.
The lady comes in late the other day. First thing she wants to know is, is the owner here. I told her no, but I showed her where the clothes were and told her to look through them, see what she wanted and let me know so I could bag them for her. I left her to look through the racks and got on with my business. All of a sudden I hear her saying "Oh no, it's too smoky. It's WAY too smoky. I won't accept this." I peek back and she's going through piece by piece. "Too smoky. I won't take this," I kept hearing. So I go back there when I'm done with a customer and ask what's the matter. "Everything is too smoky smelling," she says. "I won't accept it like this. But....I need some things." Yup, she pulled out some items that she wanted. Now, both my bosses and myself had checked these things, and there was absolutely no smell to them at all. I was thinking maybe the smell from the house had got in her nose and she was thinking everything she looked at still smelled smoky. She was flipping through the clothes, making faces. I told her if things smelled still, we would re clean them and send them to be ozoned. Then she said she had to leave, so I bagged up the things she wanted and she left.
I called my boss right away and told him what had happened. He said he would call her next day, and he did. He asked her to come down, and when she did, he said "Now what's all this about the clothes smelling smoky?"
She looked at him with wide eyes and in the most syrupy drawl said "Why, I NEVAH said anything lak thayat. I NEVAH said they were smoky. But..."she pointed at me"SHE rushed me through, and I was not allowed to choose what I wanted. I just grabbed a couple things."
My mouth fell open. I did not rush her, she was on her own looking at the clothes for about 15 minutes while I dealt with other customers. My boss saw my expression and he said "Ma'am, everything here is videotaped. I could take you in my office and show you that not only were you not rushed, but you were clearly saying over and over how smoky everything was."
Well. That old dear about fell over. She looked at me and I tell you if looks could kill I would not be here now. Thank GOD for surveillance videos, to show what goes on all around the store. And people don't realize they are being taped, but they are.
Just don't lie. Tell the truth. Especially to people who are bending over backwards to help you.
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I need to stop reading your journal. It just pisses me off. :/
I tell you what some people are just ingrates. Old Biddly, she is. To bad you just couldn[t kick her in the tush.
First of all, I read your journal cause you have work days just like me. Secondly I like the fact that you make it funny like me. I read it for the hilarity factor, but some people.....
However, PLEASE don't tell me that woman was actually southern...I shall have to shoot myself...
This makes me so glad that I called my rowers to a higher standard with the events of this weekend- hopefully they will not be like your customers, unless it is in a good way.
OMG...I don't see how any of you could deal with the idiot customers on a daily basis!
If you live around the Midwest, you may have heard this story. A few weeks ago, a group of guys belonging to the Right To Carry Arms association went to a Culver's with their guns quite visibly strapped onto their holsters, outside their coats where everyone could see them.
Some parents were a little apprehensive and phoned the police, who duly arrive and check this out. They ask the men to show ID, some do, some don't...refuse to, in fact. The ones who didn't were cited for disturbing the peace and the whole group eventually was asked to leave, because people were freaking out to see guys with guns in a family restaurant.
Now, mind you, it is perfectly legal to carry guns, as long as you have a permit, and keep them tucked into their holsters. But what the FUCK possesses you to go into a Culvers? It is a pretty clean cut place. Why not a strip club or a bar, where no one probably would have turned a hair?
This weekend, this letter appeared in the Wisconsin State Journal.
"As a gun owner and supporter of gun rights, I am compelled to comment on the poor judgment and, likely, emotional instability demonstrated by the gun owners who carried weapons into a Culver's on Madison's East Side recently.
"What were they battling, a burger attack? One of them stated :It's like someone carrying a cell phone or a carrot.
"I am here to inform delusional and misguided individuals that no one has ever killed a deer with a cell phone or accidentally shot himself with a carrot.
"Further, anyone who belives he needs the protection of a firearm in Culvers is cowardly and should never be allowed near a gun for fear of his shooting a kid waving a water pistol. Dangerous nonsense engaged in by attention-seeking individuals makes all gun owners look foolish, and I resent it.
"As far as Constitutional rights go, I see no ban on eating hard boiled eggs, either. But most folks would know better than to eat 50 of them in an hour.
--Lon Seffinga, Madison"
Hooray, some good sense there!
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Haha that's an awesome comment on the news.
Why flaunt that your rights are protected by law and then deny the protectors of law the ability to see your ID?
Stupid backwards asshats.
Here, they would not have been compelled at all to show their ID or even acknowledge that the police existed. Albeit, the police probably would have taken them in anyhow, but it would have been unconstitutional.
I've never seen a handgun in my entire life, though. Someone having one in a family restaurant nevermind anywhere else would certainly weird me out. A lot.
"It's 8 o'clock in Los Angeles."
"It's 9 o'clock in Chicago."
"In Baltimore, it's 6:42. Time for the 11 o'clock report."
Love ya, George!
Well, geez. I passed my VR 3-year anniversary on the 25th and forgot all about it....I kept looking at the calendar and thinking something was coming up, but what? Got home tonight and realized what it was. A week late.
Aww. Well anyways. Here's to lots more years, cos I like dis place, and the people in it (even the hairy dude that blocked me. Love ya man!).
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CONGRATS sweetie!!
Hehe it's okay. It's about the experience right?
:P
I'm not exactly sure how we met here but I'm glad we did.
God I suck at compliments heh
oh, IKEA?
heh.
Happy Anniversary hun.
Congrats Youngster!!!!!
in three more years, you will look back and say, "why am I still here?"
;P
LOL
happy, Belated Anniversary Hun
You've been here 3 years? Wow! A congrats is in order!
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PandorasBx
03:10 Oct 30 2010
That was really interesting but I think it was shitty of him to leave his daughter out of his will...