Oh, Oliver!

Wrapping up today's So Blogged Life* coverage, we're going from Oliver Stone to Oil & Leather to Oliver Wendell Douglas.

Eddie Albert will forever be known to most of the world as the man who drug Eva Gabor off to a Hollywood sound stage to play haus frau to a pig and collection of Hee Haw homeboys.

It was a dreadful show. And of course I own it on DVD.

I stayed home last night and rewatched some of my favorite episodes of Green Acres. It was, to be exact, the most lovely Saturday evening I've had in ages. No drama. No intrigue. No mischief. No MEN!!! And while I usually proceed half coldcocked or totally half-cocked when it's a S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night, I left my roller boogie shoes in the closet and curled up with my kitty and ate a Klondike bar. Or four.

Well....that's not exactly true. I went to birthday parties for this one and this one, after which, this one delighted us with French & Saunders DVDs.

But I was home by midnight, totally clear headed and cogent and loving me some Green Acres until I went to sleep....eww....naturally. For a Saturday night, that is, indeed, a first.

I had to have one evening of thoughtful introspection this Memorial Day weekend. It's funny how these moments always revolve around a farm. It's leitmotiv or something...

Rest In Peace, Eddie.

*Thanks for the inspiration, Brian