In the news this morning:
- Man-made tornadoes could power the future
Coiled up in a tornado is as much energy as an entire power plant. So a Canadian engineer has a plan to spin up his own twister and extract energy from its tethered tail.
Maybe it’s just me, but this has all the makings of a bad disaster movie with Science Gone Horribly Wrong. Probably starring John Schneider. 
Have you ever noticed how many disaster movies the man is in?
Not a thing on tonight I care to watch, so it’ll be recorded stuff again. Probably more Old Hollywood stuff. 
I have lots more to say, so keep reading…
So, the phenomenal teenaged country singer 
Taylor Swift has another great girl power break-up song. It’s called Should’ve Said No. I think this kid is really amazing. She wrote or co-wrote every song on her debut album and at least four of the songs went to number one.
Meanwhile, here in Hooterville, the noisy neighbors are still at it. I heard the dude with the motorcycle (I think he’s the son) with no muffler (judging by the roar) leaving last night. We live about a block from the highway. I could still hear him as he turned onto the highway. And as he drove away, I could still hear him. And hear him. And hear him. I bet he was over a mile away before I couldn’t hear him anymore. 
Y’know, I wish we did live in Hooterville. At least we’d have Arnold the Pig as a neighbor. I have no doubts whatsoever that Arnold is smarter than these yahoos. LOL!
Marianne, I remember sniglets!!! I never had the book, though.
Dru, regarding the way the studio execs saved their stars back then, according to the show I watched the other night, William Desmond Taylor‘s house was crawling with studio people and actors going through his belongings (in search of anything damaging) when the cops arrived. Seems the neighbor who called the cops, called the studio folks first!
Lidian, it’s a really fascinating story, isn’t it? Then there’s the Fatty Arbuckle trial. That poor man was so totally railroaded. Even though he was eventually found innocent, his career was pretty much in tatters.
Kacey, oh! Duh. 
Should have mentioned that, huh? I was initially thinking Delia’s parents lived in Hancock Park, but it wasn’t actually considered a “neighborhood” until the 1920s and since I’d somehow decided her parents had been in their house since Delia a girl, that wouldn’t work. So now they live in Pasadena.
Reading: I’m still not up to holding a trade paperback for very long so I’m rereading Rattle His Bones by Carola Dunn.
Sorry to hear the yahoo’s motorcycle is STILL a problem.
I’d heard that about old Hollywood and the Studios as well.
Also sorry to hear your hands are bothering you.
I hope you have a good day.
Comment by Brandy — June 26, 2008 @ 1:04 pm
Your neighbor is a putz.
That whole tornado thing has Bad Idea written all over it.
Comment by Amy — June 26, 2008 @ 2:43 pm
I sympathize very deeply about the noise issues – that is just awful! We have great neighbours now but once lived next to someone who played the drums all day, and once shared a party wall with a rap music fan who was, let us say, keen to share his musical tastes with us. I hope things get better for you very soon…
I will have to get hold of the William Desmond Taylor documentary – it sounds really good. It is amazing how many people tramped around contaminating the crime scene (and how much covering-up studios did for celebs). There is a site, you probably know about this, http://www.angelfire.com/az/Taylorology/ which is really thorough. I find Margaret Gibson really interesting as a suspect and overall.
Comment by Lidian — June 27, 2008 @ 7:24 am