09.02.01 i want to believe

poked around for a still from the 1966 batman movie; i wanted the octopus mural from the villains' hideout for a splash page. no luck, but i did find an excellent bunch of tribute pages for the series. i watched that show religiously for quite some time, and yet i'm only realizing now that it was actually all about - food.

Would you like to come in for some milk and cookies?
I'm afraid it's rather late. Why, it's 10:30!
Milk and cookies, did you say?
I made the cookies myself.
Man cannot live by crime-fighting alone.

We've come a long way from the Prime Minister's exploding cake. Or have we?

Let that be a lesson. In future, be more careful from whom you accept free lemonade.

Nefertiti, you abandoned wench. How many times do I have to tell you queens consume nectar and ambrosia, not hot dogs?

Would any of you care for a soft drink?
No thank you, Miss Gordon. We might find it too relaxing.

Want a piece of cheese?
Not without a good vintage port, you lackey.
Smells like soup.
Darn good soup.

apologies for the abbreviations: as i'm a tool with html, i can't yet convince blogger that compact definitions should appear on the same lines as their terms. BW = bruce wayne, B = batman, BG = barbara gordon, RH = riddler's henchman, KB = king boris, R = robin. fneh.

i'd like to believe that marilyn manson was paul on the wonder years. i'd love to believe that billy corgan was jamie on small wonder. i'd give my right eye, though, to learn that al gore was batman. scratch that: who's seen adam west lately? prove me wrong, america.

along those lines, robert loggia sure did appear in a spot for minute maid with calcium. the link's discussion is fairly dim, as i'm betting no one lost sleep over eight-year-olds' potential recognition of a wiseguy character actor, but i do like the screen shot.

Perhaps all of our prayers are best summed up by my small son Harold, just eight years old. Kneeling beside his little bed, hands clasped reverently before him, he said, 'God bless Mommy. God bless Daddy. God bless my dog Spot. And please, Batman, whoever you are behind that mask of yours, please save us.

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