Hitchcock....

.... today has taught me that I am not a fan of Alfred Hitchcock... after marathons of "Marnie", "Psycho", "Rear Window", and "Vertigo", I am done...... Hedren in "Marnie" is just plain bizarre...... sure, her hair looks like some sort of football helmet, but it was the rape scene with Sean Connery that nixed the whole thing for me...... well, that and her shooting her horse......... and her beating that sailor to death while her whore Mom sobbed underneath the undesirable mass that is Bruce Dern....... so, yeah, there was that...... hell, I've never forgiven him for gunning down John Wayne in "The Cowboys"......

.... and don't even get me started on "Vertigo"..... can you believe that they cast a decorated WWII BOMBER pilot as someone with vertigo?..... good god........ and the eyebrows on that chick he was fawning over looked like they might have busted loose at any moment from her temples and flapped in the breeze - causing her blondeness to take flight and flap out over San Francisco Bay with no trouble at all.........

.... damn, I hate Hitchcock movies with a burning passion........

..... but still, Happy New Year!.....

... instead of the usual black-eyed peas, collard greens, and all other things Southern, we chose a less traditional feast for this afternoon's dining......... crumbled breakfast sausage, a huge hunk of Velveeta cheese, and a jar of Pace picante sauce slow-cooked until it was ready for dipping.......

..... a finer food for nibbling whilst watching college football has never been invented, folks.........

.... of course, we're both likely to die of heart failure in the very near future, but hey!....... what is it that Red says in the "Shawshank Redemption" so eloquently?........ "Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'?......... well, there you go, rubberneckers...........

...... lunch and dinner were served from the very same bowl, and there were no complaints.......... other than, as mentioned before, the fact that I had to watch Miss Eyebrows fall of that rooftop FOUR TIMES today........ AND sit through poor ole Janet Leigh's delicate chest getting punctured at LEAST three times over the past two days.....

.... the only decent film that Hitchcock made - as far as I'm concerned - was "Rope"...... but even then you still wanted all of the characters to catch rabies and bite themselves to death by the end as the credits rolled.......

.... and yes, even Jimmy Stewart........