Jackson Jambalaya

*Yawn* Boooooorring!
Fuddy duddy TV

The previous post on JJ reads like a Spectre attendee meeting (see the 300 endorsing Gold Blubber). If you want to hear James Bond audiobooks (and Raymond Chandler), YouTube has a free channel.

I’m sure Roger Moore was a great guy but I never really saw him as James Bond. He’s more like James Bond’s Robin or Tanto

It comes on more than once (not sure exactly how many) every day on one of the antenna channels I get. Not that great truthfully, I always thought Moore was smug to the point of needing to be slapped as Bond, and he is far worse on "Saint". YMMV. I put up a giant flagpole at my shop and attached a TV antenna to it before standing it up, I like the results so well I think I'm going to do the same at my house and just get rid of the DirecTV. I can watch stuff that is just as boring, except there won't be a bill.

Sean Connery will always be "my" Bond (though I do like Daniel Craig). I never cared for Sir Roger Moore at all and haven't watched any of his movies more than once.

As for British spy-fi, I prefer the Avengers.

Not that I'm too terribly surprised, but you big-bragging Central Mississippi rubes just got it all wrong. Again. Look, if y'all wanna get together in some shitty breakfast room in Eastover with a bunch of offensively overpriced Harvey Guzzini lamps illuminating some nasty designer linoleum floor that looks like Bill Blass might have died on it while your very own smugly entitled version of Bunker's Meathead smirks around your back yard whilst waiting to get the high sign to head over to Belhaven so he can schtupp one of the bored and lovely creatures who once a long time ago tightened it up and married one of your friends, same thing happened with all of your friends, with you. She still remembers that Saint-like cool you exuded in y'all's first apartment in New Haven or on Sewanee while you were busting your ass and charting a future. Then you got into bullshit, all those fucking Joe Don Baker movies, the novelty of porn. That millennial muppet driving your 75k sedan back up to Oxford later that afternoon, though? He has a little something that -- indeed, as the cliche goes -- money can't buy. Nor can you trade your embarrassing 4H Club aesthetics for, nor your -- let's just call it what it is now -- broad stroked shitty taste. All of it. Whatever it is, you hate the coolest and love the worst, the anti-coolest. If only you could remember how cool Culp and Cosby handled their shit in I, Spy; how Roger Moore exuded the very essence of being cool, calm and collected (you remember that Stones song, right? Right?), traipsing through the last bit of the social wreckage that the Sixties were ripping up and burning to ash with sleek style and a knowing winks and the best King's Row suits. If you could see The Saint as, say, not a yawning maw of boring stories, but instead as maybe the 60's television equivalent of, say, Thomas Hardy, then I bet you'd find it so much more interesting. And, take it from me, you'll definitely get laid a lot more and she'll never know it was some freaky celluloid trip magic that brought the buzz and heat back to the manse. Shit, you can thank me for saving y'all's lives some other time. Go find her and fuck her like she's Daria Halprin... Finally, the gent who said something to the effect of The Avengers being the best show ever made....? You sir, are correct. You've won 2 hits of mescaline and the Billy Nichols LP with the Small Faces. Enjoy! Watch better TV! Or, fuck it. Turn it all off. Holler back with your thoughts on MeTV's "The Joey Bishop Show", though. That's some bullshit. Yikes!