Word: spaghetti
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...what a variety of fans crowded the smoke-drenched Paradise that night. The amount of white baseball caps rivaled the long peasant skirt supply. A B.C.-capped guy in a leather bomber jacket danced enthusiastically on a table beside--not with or against, but beside--two fair waifs in spaghetti-strap tank tops. Behind this reviewer on the balcony, the over-60 crowd bopped and hummed and probably missed Jerry Garcia a great deal...
...flick that isn't afraid to rely on excessive campiness. While Vampires never quite reaches the level of ingenious nonsense as, say, Sam Raimi's Evil Dead, its clever blend of Dracula and The Wild Bunch makes for an embarrassingly fun ride. Much like the Quentin Tarantino/Robert Rodriguez vampire spaghetti western From Dusk Till Dawn, Vampires doesn't have a shred of seriousness to it. Which is more credible--the sight of Daniel Baldwin cauterizing a wound with the barrel of a freshly shot machine gun or James Woods trying to stuff a dozen decapitated heads into a pillowcase...
...record, I almost never eat frozen meals or Ramen noodles, and my spaghetti (always imported from Italy) is always accompanied by a home-made sauce. I have a real bed, all of the prints on my wall have been framed, and, having never seen "Ally McBeal," I prefer to identify with the show "Friends." I have no plans, however, to get rid of my halogen light. GEORGE S. SCHENIDERMAN '95 July 15, 1998 Albuqerque...
...actual college roommates, lit by rather familiar-looking halogen lamps and decorated with posters, not pictures, on the walls. A handful know how to cook, but those who can cook treat it almost like a hobby, not a daily task. The rest survive on large quantities of frozen food, spaghetti and Ramen Noodles. Some of them have not even bothered to buy beds, sleeping instead on our decade's great symbol of student life, the futon. Others watch "Ally McBeal" and actually identify with...
...spaghetti for lunch. And a hamburger for dinner. We passed by a Bob's Big Boy on the way to work today--I haven't seen one of those greasy spoons in years. Greetings from Japan...