"I smoke your cigarette!"

I am anticipating the scheduled outage of Blogsplot, at 4pm PDT (Patriot Premium Dividend Fund II, on the NY Stock Exchange), with hopefulness. They'll never find anything to link me to Philip Morris though, at 4:00 or any other time!! It is terribly common knowledge, that, "(the Fund) is a diversified closed-end management investment company. The Fund's investment objective is to provide high current income together with capital growth. The Fund invests in a diversified portfolio of dividend-paying preferred stocks and common equity securities. It invests at least 80% of its net assets in dividend-paying securities. The Fund will normally invest more than 65% of its total assets in securities of companies in the utilities industry. Preferred stocks and debt obligations in which the Fund invests are rated investment grade by Moody’s or Standard & Poor’s at the time of investment, or will be preferred stock of issuers of investment-grade senior debt. During the fiscal year ended October 31, 2007, the Fund acquired John Hancock Patriot Preferred Dividend Fund, John Hancock Patriot Premium Dividend Fund I and John Hancock Patriot Select Dividend Trust. The Fund’s investment advisor is John Hancock Advisers, LLC."

So, yeah. You can call me The Fund from now on. And please- use an ashtray.

This Gun For Hire (1942), Frank Tuttle

If he didn't get the part of Shane later on, could we assume based on this film that Alan Ladd may have disappeared into oblivion? To me, Ladd is just Shane, but what do I know. This Gun For Hire is hokey bananas as anything. Why would Willard Gates (Bill Gates!) pay a hit man in uniquely numbered bills that could be traced back to him? Was Gates some kind of symbol for weak-kneed anti-war sissies? Why was Gates' butler so incredibly loyal as to happily take on murderous activities for him? Was Ladd on an apple box for the whole film or just wearing lifts? Notable perhaps for unsexy dance number performed by Veronica Lake, which has her awkwardly fly fishing for goldfish in a rubber suit. Most confusing line (a downright terrible metaphor) had something to do with all-American breakfast cereal being fed to the Japanese. Too corny to try to make heads or tails of the stumbling plot, but nevertheless enjoyable. My first glimpse of Lake, who seems tiny, and girlish - very young.