Dear Blonde Alpha:
Los Angeles Public Television offers discerning viewers a panoramic view of weirdness. Body drummers, bug-eyed old dudes obsessed with alien abduction next to mysteriously rustling potted plants, sweet old ladies who can show you in three easy steps how to teach your dog to crochet.
But my favorite was always Francine Dancer, who used her fame to promote Metropolitan Transportation:
Has any woman ever so loved a public transit authority? I think not.
But the plot point, you ask. Imagine Francine Dancer as a levitating lifestyle guru.
Peace and love and MTA!
Lorraine
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There is a little bit of a Manic Little Edie Beale in her sassy dancing. The only thing missing is the military march. (Go VMI!!)
Here's some backstory for you: Franny looks like the offspring of a couple we have on public access here. She wears her hair in the same beehive she has for 40 years and He gives these goofy revolving thumbs-up for everything. They show their collections of bric-a-brac to the world and highlight them with psychedelic graphics. (Moose actually ran into him at the DMV once and got a thumbs up from the guy!!) Perhaps Ms. Dancer grew up on public access in the midwent and went to LA to break into the big-time public-access. She'll have to still wear the hot pants to the car wash and grocery store. If she's a lifestyle guru she will have to live it 24-7.
Also...is that her in a different hair-do doing her own back up? I think she runs her own camera and just edits out the parts where she runs back and forth to turn it on and off.
Just reading old posts of yours...are you missing a sibling? Or maybe have one that you have absolutely no common interest with? You see, I have this theory that I was switched at birth and do not biologically have any connection to my "sister."
It was the Barbie post that clued me in. I didn't burn mine, but I did leave them dangling from nooses in the Russian Olive trees until the neighbors complained of the lynching in our little suburban scene. Also, when my friends would play Love Boat with the Barbies I would always kick one overboard and overact the shark attack. I kept one mangled doll to use as the "after" Barbie who somehow survived and slowly swam after the Cruise Ship (with her hands chewed off an a missing leg it was slow going but the occasional dolphin helped out a bit). Waiting, just waiting for it to dock long enough for her to catch up and take her revenge.
Anyway, I always thought we had a little something in common.
all I wanted to do was come to a warm cozy place and wish you a happy thanksgiving..and now I have this stuck in my mind for the rest of the night. Thanks a lot Laur. I'm going to go put my purple moon boot slippers on and pretend this never happened.
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