Point in case:

I'm not typically vacant looking, I swear.

Luvly, but wasn't that you many moons ago with the starfish on your face?

...and I'm not typically this vacant-looking...
https://raybradburyboard.com/eve/forums/a/tpc/f/37910839...311072111#2311072111

We have achieved about the same amount of vacancy, although I will contend for the title of who looks more vacant.

and that WAS me!

which brings to mind someones story told on this board about a starfish....and ants..... *shudder*

Well, I claim to have the most gormless look!

I find vacant works, especially in retail and whenever I get in trouble at home.

I'd have to say that you are a very nice looking young lady, vacant or not!

Oh, if I only had fifty dollars for a magazine!

Somebody buy one and let me read it.

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Originally posted by Doug Spaulding:
Oh, if I only had fifty dollars for a magazine!

Now now, Douglas, you know you're meant to be saving up to make that film of yours.

Since we were getting a bit miscellaneous over there on the "Name The Story" thread, I thought I'd continue the "Crackerjack" theme over here. To us Yanks, Cracketrjack is an old treat "candy-coated popcorn, peanuts and a prize!" The ads in the '60s with Jack Gilford were the best:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=692721421477446...EqTeqwPk2-WrDA&hl=en

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-72747913830845...K4OKqgO6_rysDA&hl=en

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Originally posted by philnic:
Now now, Douglas, you know you're meant to be saving up to make that film of yours.

We're shooting three now!

Alas, still no money.

quote:

Originally posted by Braling II:
Since we were getting a bit miscellaneous over there on the "Name The Story" thread, I thought I'd continue the "Crackerjack" theme over here. To us Yanks, Cracketrjack is an old treat "candy-coated popcorn, peanuts and a prize!"

We were still on post-war rations then. It was dried egg and an ounce of Canadian chopped ham from the Ministry of Food. We never had it so good.

Still rationed in the '60s? Sheesh! And to think the pound was worth $5 then!

Just kidding! London was swinging then "like a pendulum do" - or so my mother told me.

What ever happened to Carnaby Street? I was there in '69 and brought home a very stylish black cut-away sports jacket with brass buttons that was somewhat instrumental in confusing my wife of some 37 years to take an insterest in a rather square 1969 me. I sure miss those fashions, striped bell bottoms, fringes and Indian feathers in the hair. It was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, a bit too early for some, and too late for others. They say if can remember the '60s, you just didn't know where it was at! I do more harmful drugs now and they pass them out at the pharmacy at riculous prices. Anybody seen a White Rabit around here?