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In honor of the Thanksgiving holiday, I have chosen to list a few of my favorite "so bad they're good" films and or TV shows.

Santa Claus Conquers The Martians
I feel a bit bad including this one, as I quite enjoy it. It's the kind of innocently surreal film that could never be made today, when filmmakers strive in vain for that elusive Kitsch appeal. John Call is a GREAT Santa Claus. And it's amusing to note that Pia Zadora's acting skills peaked in this film.

Butterfly
Stacey Keach - father. Pia Zadora - daughter. Father. Daughter.
Yes, they go there.
John Phillips was likely a creative consultant.

Pretty Baby
Imagine if this were made today. You can't, because it wouldn't be. What a wild, rollicking time the 70s were. Peter Gabriel was singing about the coming of a new ice age. The president's brother was making beer that tasted worse that Pearl (quite a feat). And, a 12 year old Brooke Shields played a prostitute - with nude scenes. A huge change has taken place in the collective culture since then, and a quite confusing one. Vastly more conservative in some ways, and vastly more licentious in others.
I often find myself unhappy with both sides.

Santa and the Ice Cream Bunny
This is currently on youtube. I watched all ten parts. I dare anyone to watch all ten parts. This makes "Santa Claus Conquers The Martians" look like Citizen Kane. I love it. Even the crappy and endless Thumbellina interlude.

Blood Of Dracula's Castle
I saw this back in the 70s, and had forgotten the title. It features an unforgettable man/monster named Mango. I remembered Mango, but forgot the title. A few months ago I acquired said film (based on title, and date of production - 1969), and lo and behold, there's good ol' Mango. He still looks the same after 30 years. There's also a vampire lady who looks like a 40-ish Shirley Temple.
See, I've always planned to have a banquet sometime, featuring a cast of impossible unlikelies. Kind of like a cosmic aligning of the planets. Mango would be there, as would Seth Sklarey (Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things), and the guy who walked behind Jim Nabors in the marching Marine formation in the opening credits of Gomer Pyle U.S.M.C. Imagine the conversation.

The Righteous Apples (TV show)
I'll pretty much watch anything with Elizabeth Daily, but this is really pushing it. No group of youngsters are that doggedly and irritatingly good. She was better in "Valley Girl" - and besides, The Plimsouls make an appearance as well

Bigfoot and Wildboy (TV show)
This was part of the Kroft Supershow that ran back in the mid 70s. It was likely an offshoot of that inexplicable "bigfoot" craze that was sweeping the country at the time. I never got it. I hated bigfoot. I still do. I profoundly hate bigfoot. It's the most uninteresting monster of modern times. Anyway, bigfoot found a kid and raised him in the forest, hence the "wildboy" aspect of the show. Then, they went and solved mysteries and stuff. They used "Six Million Dollar Man" music when bigfoot ran in slow motion - which he did CONSTANTLY.
I think the guy who played bigfoot is dead now. His other acting credits include the role of Jethro Bodine in "The Return of the Beverly Hillbillies". They'd have a tough time fitting that on a tombstone.

QVC - Bethlehem Lights (TV show)
Can't help it, I'm fascinated by things that light up - no matter how irritating the hosts are.

Hardball, with Chris Matthews (TV show)
This smirking schmuck allows me to vent my spleen. Probably bad for the blood pressure, though. I'd like to take that tingly leg of his and wrap it around his neck like a plantation string tie. HA!
I did learn ONE thing from his programme - Eugene Robinson's real first name is "Pulitzerprizewinning".
Who knew?

Marvel Super Heroes (TV show)
The most crudely animated programme ever made, but dammit, I love these things. Those theme songs (especially the Captain America one) will stay with you forever. [link]

Well, if you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you have a warm and wonderful one. If you don't, I still hope you do.

God Bless
I'm not John Boy


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God Bless
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...and, as we gathered on the great rock that overhangs the valley of Dim Lights, Asthsis asked him why he would seek to shun society, indeed, even all the world. And, when Keb feigned to answer, he did so in a voice soft and bereft of life "Those who do not come to me... can never leave me."

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Here we are living in time you and I. Yesterday is gone. We are waiting for tomorrow. And the present moment eludes us even as we try to grasp it.

God lives in eternity, where there is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow. God is not waiting for the sunset or the dawn. God lives in the eternal now where there is neither past nor future.

God sees you and me at this moment, not just as we are now, but already dead and buried and judged, and safely home with Him forever with life behind us. This God sees now as you and I are worrying and fretting about a future that may never come.

It makes us dizzy even to think about it.

— Fr. Leo Clifford