Totally crazy.
I also read somewhere that her mother had a contract to keep all of Shirley's costumes from all of her movies and that they were kept in plastic wraps, in chronological order, in all of the closets in their home.
Jayne: Well... I don't like the idea of someone hearin' what I'm thinkin'. Inara: No one likes the idea of hearing what you're thinking.
'Objects In Space'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aims - Dec 31, 2007 5:58:56 am PST #9916 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Ginger - Dec 31, 2007 6:01:00 am PST #9917 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
It's a triumph of the human spirit that Shirley Temple didn't end up spending her days in the attic with the mummified body of her mother.
tommyrot - Dec 31, 2007 6:03:34 am PST #9918 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
It's a triumph of the human spirit that Shirley Temple didn't end up spending her days in the attic with the mummified body of her mother.
Or that she didn't end up in a downward spiral of drug-fueled... downward-spiralishness...
Hil R. - Dec 31, 2007 6:03:52 am PST #9919 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I read that in Shirley Temple's autobiography (which I read as a teenager, in a fit of "must read everything the local library has about old Hollywood.") They started the curls because her hair would naturally get frizzy, and her mother figured curls looked better than frizz.
And actually, since the curls were set by rollers each night, it kinda makes sense that it was always the same number -- just have 56 rollers, and use all of them.
tommyrot - Dec 31, 2007 6:06:22 am PST #9920 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
One could have totally "gaslighted" Shirley's mom by sneaking in and removing a few curlers. Then when they discovered the horror of not-56-curls, one could sneak the curlers back.
Um, just because.
Connie Neil - Dec 31, 2007 6:07:04 am PST #9921 of 10001
brillig
It's a triumph of the human spirit that Shirley Temple didn't end up spending her days in the attic with the mummified body of her mother.
Perhaps there came a day when she said, "I could kill and mummify my mom, or I could become an ambassador. Hmm . . . maybe a coin flip."
Miracleman - Dec 31, 2007 6:10:59 am PST #9922 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Perhaps there came a day when she said, "I could kill and mummify my mom, or I could become an ambassador. Hmm . . . maybe a coin flip."
"Heads. Hm. Well, two out of three..."
shrift - Dec 31, 2007 6:11:36 am PST #9923 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Does the DMV get to close early today?
According to their website, they're open until 5pm today, but as the DMV I will be attempting is across the street, I won't be out much travel time if they are closed. It probably would take me longer to call them than it would to walk over there.
Kat - Dec 31, 2007 6:11:57 am PST #9924 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
It's a triumph of the human spirit that Shirley Temple didn't end up spending her days in the attic with the mummified body of her mother.
Or that she didn't end up in a downward spiral of drug-fueled... downward-spiralishness...
But she did become a Republican.
Allyson - Dec 31, 2007 6:17:18 am PST #9925 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Nephew eventually warmed up and we made chocolate chip cookies. Niece continues to hate me. She also hates my brother and my dad.
Weird kid.