Those of you who have followed my Internet blogging for over 32 years know that I was once briefly married to actress Farrah Fawcett in 1970. We were a couple of kids, full of hope and youthful enthusiasm, who rode the roller coaster of passion and resentment. We tasted the champagne and the tears, and after 6 tempestuous days, the marriage was annulled. And now my personal Angel is gone.
This afternoon, I took a few moments to look at the 8mm films of our celebrity-studded wedding at Our Lady of the Lilacs Catholic Church in Santa Monica. When I found the formally-posed photo of the wedding party, my ample heart lodged in my throat. There Farrah and I stood next to my Best Man, jovial and generous Ed McMahon. And in the front, legs akimbo, squirming with youthful impatience sat our ring bearer, a precocious Michael Jackson. (Strangely enough, standing right behind Michael was my infamous uncle, Leo "Legs" Akimbo.)
This has been a terrible week.
Good-bye Farrah, my love. You have left me with a tattered poster, a tattered restraining order, and a bushel basket full of memories.
Good-bye Farrah, my love. You have left me with a tattered poster, a tattered restraining order, and a bushel basket full of memories.
Good-bye Ed, my buddy. I'll never forget you and Joan Rivers having that drunken slap fight at Ye Little Club on La Cienega.
And, finally... Good-bye Michael. You've touched so many people.
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I looked at Wikipedia and the don't even mention you.
Wikipedia? Let me tell you something about Wikipedia. It's two middle-aged Armenian brothers who failed trying to operate a chain of coin-operated car washes in Tucson. Now they rent a back office in some strip mall next to a dry cleaners and THEY MAKE SHIT UP.
If you want the truth, you come to THIS blog.
Those are the wrong photos on your post.
Well, I suppose I was supposed to give you some 8x10 glossy powdered and painted version of these real people.
I could have given you the airbrushed and backlit images that tinseltown film factories vomit out. But NO...
I wanted to share the real homo sapiens with you. I wanted to give you the beautiful people beneath the manufactured exteriors. As my dear friend and high school locker partner, Jack Nicholson, once said: "You can't handle the truth".
I pity you.
Not everyone looks at pain and loss the same way.
**The six days of glorious love, cut short are still six days.
**A ring bearer isn't the most important job at a wedding, but little Michael, did the job well by all accounts.
**The mighty seem to fall by 3's and everybody needs to cross more names off their dead pool lists and consider who will take the place of the vacancies and in what order.
Opus #6, you are fickle. This morning you and I were going to run away together and now I find on Nickie Goomba's blog that I've been replaced during the course of a day.
Why is this?
** Nickie's 18" Schwanz?
** Nickie's new Bentley?
** Nickie's tarnished good looks?
** Nickie's glorious political pedigree?
Ooops.
LL, it's clearly the 18" Bentley.
Opie, Farrah's beauty was but a flash in the pan. Yours, however, is timeless and classical. You're too much dame for me.
Michael Jackson had 13 hits, and a few 12 year olds as well
That was hilarious! The Picture of Sandy Duncan sent me over the edge... Oh hell... they all did...
I am so flattered that you clicked my followers list... but our views are complete polar opposites as far as politics go... and while I try not to post too many of my political ideas on my blog.,.. yours are insightful and funny (In a good way... not laughing at you way, just so I'm clear"
I loved Farrah... OH! I was once married to Farrah Fawcett too!
Michael Jackson, while talented... in my book, will always be a child molester. That is the saddest part of the whole thing.
Saundra@ItalianMamaGoneCrazy said..."he will always be a child molester."
I don't want to be argumentative.
Saundra, he's not a child molester anymore. He WAS a child molester but today he's going through his post mortem and the children whose parents he could buy off are now safe.
LOL!!!
I stand corrected...
He WAS a child molester...
There's a positive if I've ever seen one!
Mama, you're always welcome here as long as you come in peace. As my grandfather said to me as we were getting into the DeSoto on the way to my First Communion: "Leave the gun. Bring the cannoli."
That goes for you too, Mama.
LL, he may be dead, but I'd still keep an eye on him for a few weeks just to be sure.
To answer your question on my Cook Everyday blog...
Yes, bread crumbs and Romano cheese and italian spices are the traditional... olives is a new one... but it would be delish!
My Papa was born in Calabria... yes... good guess.. .he came to this country at 27, my Mama, hails from Palermo... I know... I know...
She came to this country when she was 17.
They met here in California and married here... my mom was 18 and my Dad was 28... I arrived a mere 9 months later.
Thanks for asking.
p.s. I will always come in peace...especially since I think you are Italian...if you aren't... eh... no matter... politics isn't who I am... I like to read witty, smart people.
I am quite Italian. Though born in the US, this year I finally obtained my Italian citizenship through Jure Sanguinis. Mom was Calabrian and Dad Tuscan.
Nickie, You have me LOL. Oh, let your imagination run wild, that's what helps to keep the heart young. You seem like a very funny and interesting person. You seem like a really cool character, hanging out with Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon and Michael Jackson. Yes,the strange and mysterious Michael Jackson has touched too many people and their lives in a "special" way.
Thanks for the visit, Teresa. And I gotta say I love your blog. Well done!
Nickie Goomba,
Thanks for visiting and following my coffee conversations.
Great place this blog of yours.
Saludos,
What the hell? YOU again? Due to health issues, I won't be around much, if at all, but some of my most blogtastic thrills came from dragging your blog(s) down to my level, Goombah.
Rhod
Rhod! I'm honored by your post. You're much like the cynical uncle visiting for Thanksgiving... welcomed for his knowledge, seniority and wit. And dreaded for his diatribes on morality, table manners, and gravy.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Thanks for the visit, LaClau. But, speaking of the perfection of clocks and cats... Clearly you have never met my cat.
Ah yes, my day is complete. Home is where - when you go there - they have to take you in. Bring me a beer.
Out.
Rhod
Thanks for clicking my followers list, Nickie. It seems Cornish failed to see the tongue-in-cheek humour of your post and took it completely seriously! Well I thought it was funny - the Sandy Duncan pic was a nice touch.
Thanks for the bark, Spidie. I enjoy your blog.
My heartfelt condolences on your incredible loss. I'm surprised you have the fortitude to carry on.
LOL...especially the pictures.
Lynnae
The first picture of Farrah was Sandy Duncan?! Let me check my poster. Hold on ...
Nick, St. Nick. It seems you have drawn a nice crowd here already. That's good, b/c I am going to remain on the Inactive Reserve until next summer.
It amazes me how there is always one/two/three/a hundred in the crowd who miss the satire. Makes it even better. Do you listen to Phil Hendrie? He is outstanding, and a lot of your "I remember when my uncle Guido met Marlon Brando while filming The Godfather" posts have the same effect on furious audience members w/ no sense of humor.
My how Blogger has changed since 2004 ... private blogs? What the heck is that? I've always been a "public company", thus the 38-comment firefight with Pussguzzler, et al. I did ban "PW" finally, though (PW, which is short for Schwanz Wrinkle). BTW, I can't believe LL. He is the first guy that I heard use "schwanz" since my dad. And you, Nick, are the first I have ever heard call your schwanz a Bentley. Outstanding.
Follower buttons? I guess I got to get me one of them deals.
Also ... "Barking Spider". Leave it to a Brit to come up with that outstanding title. I wonder if the Barking Spider is any kin to the "Chinese Barking Spider" that inhabits these parts and makes the noise that sounds eerily similar to gas leaving the "exit" (as LL would say) valve of the tailpipe.
Okay, sorry to raise the level of discussion around here. I will be off now.
Greetings from the UK. Thought you might like to see a couple of UK journo's take on the `earthmoving world news` of the last few days. (and thanks, NG, for dropping by my blog and honouring me with your presence)
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/janice_turner/article6586364.ece
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/guest_contributors/article6586367.ece
Who the hell keeps calling my name?
Schwanz
I just call mine "Ugly Duckling".
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