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dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters that you had originally skimmed through to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

Gosh.

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  • Question: So you have like 4 tumblrs? :-P - gamerchick02
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    Yes. It’s ridic. I just wanted two. I will work with three, different amounts of posting, though. But ambitransitivity will still have this name attached to it because this is a primary. Sigh. I made it because I wanted a place to reblog things without having a theme like the others. 

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I have been able to regain access to the original version of this page. Please follow me at liliales for more late 50s-mid 60s charm, at disordinata for pretty pictures of classic stars, and at ambitransitivity for random reshares and photos I take of my Cincinnati outings. 

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williambeedleholden:

ambitransitivity:

I forget whose blog I saw this on, several weeks ago. It appeared in Google Images, you see. Sorry and thank you for making it go.

This is actually my gif, which I created/posted last week. Glad that you liked it, though it would be preferable if you reblog/link versus saving/posting.

As I did not get it from Tumblr, it wasn’t directly connected to your site. And I saved it to post here to find out who posted it once I was able to use Tumblr again, by making that statement. Do you see? I am not a child. Thank you.

williambeedleholden:

ambitransitivity:

I forget whose blog I saw this on, several weeks ago. It appeared in Google Images, you see. Sorry and thank you for making it go.

This is actually my gif, which I created/posted last week. Glad that you liked it, though it would be preferable if you reblog/link versus saving/posting.

As I did not get it from Tumblr, it wasn’t directly connected to your site. And I saved it to post here to find out who posted it once I was able to use Tumblr again, by making that statement. Do you see? I am not a child. Thank you.

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If you follow ambitransitivity, and I refollow you, I’ll be following you as ephemerallounge, yet I’ll be reblogging you as ambitransitivity, because Tumblr is like that. And I’m tired of making new email addresses just to make new things.

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As you see, I don’t update here often. At first it was because I couldn’t log in, had to duplicate the thing, took forever, blah, blah. 

I want it to remain mostly “original” to me, and that takes time, so I’ve set up another tumblr called ambitransitivity.tumblr.com where I can do more reblogging of your things, quick phone pix, etc., with very little text. There is no theme except what I find funny, elegant, beautiful, or cool, as a person more than halfway around the sun towards 48. 

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another from my old site

liliales:

Groucho Marx probably wasn’t quite a has-been in 1965. He was just old. He was born in October 1890, so he was 74 in this ad. I mean, Smirnoff? Not trying to distance themselves from the Cold War or anything. Just let the charm of an old funny man sneaking around Vaudeville-style with booze in his jacket sell your product…

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If that’s how you want us to interpret the thing.

The still-handsome Peter Lawford, on the other hand, was a drunk by this point. Or maybe in the middle of trying not to be while stepping out on Pat Kennedy, his wife, who later became a drunk herself. 

(Yes, it’s possible I know too much about these people.)

The point is, you probably haven’t seen any of his movie and TV work after Sinatra dumped him unless you remember this exciting episode of The Love Boat or you’re really completionist about the latter seasons of The Jeffersons

So to my way of thinking, this makes him not the best choice to shill pre-made cocktails. I guess they thought he’d class up the joint a little bit, even though I suspect he was more likely to hide bottles of Smirnoff in his overcoat…

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Once Frank stopped freely pouring the champagne, anyway. 

Both these ads appeared in the April 2, 1965 LIFE magazine. 

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Truthfully, and I’ve rarely before admitted this, up until age 6 or so, James Garner competed with both Speed Racer and Bob Conrad for my feminine affections. But it wasn’t Conrad I liked all that much, it was James T. West. How I loved him so, my tiny little heart just ached.