I am miffed, DRs, really miffed. Do you know that the all-knowing all-seeing horoscope in today's Oregonian had the unmitigated gall to tell me: "Don't let obsessive behaviors get the upper hand!" As if I were obsessed about anything! Can you imagine?? (Speaking of horoscopes, has anyone else noticed how the press syndicate horoscopes, notably Sydney Omarr, have a grand total of perhaps 8 phrases that they parse among the signs?).
And, as a suitably neat segue, my Ask BK question is: What's your favorite Mimsy Farmer film?
Since BK has annexed Mimsy and JR and I have dibs on some other person, obsessions about Farmers are now limited to Frank (FF's nephew with quite a string of credits of his own--includling lifting Liz Taylor up on the bar in "Butterfield 6" or "8" or whatever the heck it's called) and the Farmer in the Dell, with, perhaps tangentially, Ma and Pa Kettle (they were farmers, weren't they?).