Sunday, April 20, 2008

The Result of Over Blogging (Pre-PC)

Death of Marat, by Louis David 1793

20 comments:

  1. Willow,
    I'm almost there. It is now 10:45pm and I've got to hit the sac. Great humorous post. You gave me a good laugh :-)
    Smiles!

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  2. Hello from Brooklyn, NY, Willow!

    I enjoyed reading your blog very much!

    David's painting is the perfect description of "death by blogging" :-) Thanks for the laugh!

    Pat

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  3. Couldn't he be Waldo Lydecker in "Laura"?

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  4. What a good chuckle! I have been speeding through cyberspace saying' hi' to all my blogging friends and am feeling a little burnout myself. But not as bad as Marat! Thank you for visiting me at Thatchwick and now I have found your Manor! Reading through your profile I see we share a number of favourite movies and authors. Will be back! Warm wishes, Eleanor

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  5. Too funny! Or you could take a photo of "bloggers house". I think we've all looked a room in our homes and thought that!

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  6. Love the checkered lillies in your side bar. I had some of those years ago when we built this house. They are beautiful!

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  7. Hee hee... wonderful caption Willow!

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  8. I am going to have to check out "Laura" from the library. I think I am the only one who hasn't see it. Gotta find out who this Waldo Lydecker is. I know Johnny Mercer's song. Does it have anything to do with the film?

    I always thought this Louis David painting looked a bit like Bob Denver. ;)

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  9. Betsy, I am eradicating "blogger's house" today! ;)

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  10. The song Laura was written by David Raksin, with words by Johnny Mercer. It's so haunting, I love it!

    Regarding this painting, if you've visited Madame Tussaud's in London, there is a 3D waxwork recreation of it there. As a child I went there quite often and I was terrified of it and all the other gruesome ones they had on display in the "Chamber of Horrors". Ugh.

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  11. I missed Madame Tussaud's when in London a few years back. I've always been fascinated with wax figures and must go on my next trip...that, and Portobello Rd.!

    Yes, isn't Mercer's "Laura" haunting and lovely? One of my faves, too.

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  12. Willow..well presented..... brought on a little giggle... :)

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  13. Good morning Willow,
    Great title - Very comfy blog site.

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  14. Too funny! All blogged out!

    p.s. --- You've given me an idea for a post. It's time for another "in praise of..." a certain gentleman actor.

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  15. HAHA!! I understand totally!! I've been super busy with work and I've making up for my "blog withdrawl" today. I'm sure by this evening I might be looking just a rough!!

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  16. HI WILLOW - LOL !!!!
    Funny!!! Yesterday I was hiking in a beautiful spring landscape and taking pictures. All the time I was thinking of how I could present these pictures in a new blog... I felt really obsessed with the idea and so I began to wonder about my state of mind...
    I tried to explain it this way: Maybe I had been infected by a mental disease called BLOGGERMANIA? Seems that I am not the only one who has caught the virus.... ;)
    King regards from Vienna to you, Willow, and to everybody who feels over blogged...

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  17. HI WILLOW - LOL!!!
    Funny, yesterday I was hiking in a wonderful spring landscape and taking pictures. ALL THE TIME I was thinking of how I could arrange the pictures in a new blog... I felt really obsessed with this idea and began to wonder about my state of mind!!!
    I tried to find an explanation: maybe I had been infected by a curious new virus called BLOGGERMANIA?
    But after having seen your blog I am sure that I am not the only one ;)
    Best regards from Vienna to you and everybody on this blog!
    Maria

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  18. Hahaha! Same painting, different messages! That's why I love art and will always love it!

    Greetings from London.

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