I'm laboring over my contribution to the Camp & Cult Blogathon (check here for the latest entries, and don't miss Ivan's take on Rock Hudson in Seconds), by which I mean, I'm doing everything I can to get through a movie that's doing everything it can to stop me. But that's fine, because I needed to pause anyway and note that today is the natal anniversary of our friend, and fellow Hollywood Commie, M. Bouffant.
I know there's not much left of the day, M., but I hope the sunlit hours were happy, and that you continue to remorselessly wring the last few drops of happiness out the evening, right up until midnight, as if your birthday were a chicken that you particularly loathed. (I realize that sentiment appears on every other Hallmark card, but what can I say -- I'm a traditionalist.)
Happy birthday, M.!