B A N A N A S
Monday, February 23, 2026
THE MIGHTY B.C.*
I swear sometimes this blog is like a damned obituary page, but I gotta acknowledge the passing of Bud Cort.
I was 12 years old when I first caught Harold and Maude on TV, and it was exactly the right time in my life for that movie to find me. I was a shy, quirky kid just entering middle school, and while people are somewhat forgiving to shy, quirky, little kids, by the time you hit that pre-pubescent stage, you notice that you're suddenly expected to straighten up, blend in, and CONFORM. The halls of my middle school were filled with these mean, nasty little preppy clones who had not only gotten the memo, they enthusiastically embraced and celebrated their uniformity. It was all profoundly depressing, and I wondered if this was what life was going to be like for the rest of forever.
Then I saw Harold and Maude, this wonderfully weird, darkly funny, big-hearted film that was unlike anything I'd ever encountered before. I remember thinking, "Someone gets it." And that brought me a great deal of comfort.
Ruth Gordon was brilliant of course, but Bud Cort was a revelation.
Sometime later, I learned that BC was also the voice of the computer in Electric Dreams, a romantic comedy that I'd loved for years. I couldn't believe it--Harold was Edgar, and Edgar was Harold! It made me love him even more. (I still maintain that Electric Dreams is a darling movie, even though there seems to be lots of mixed opinions on it. And the new wave soundtrack totally rules--I wore it out on cassette tape as a youngster.)
How adorable are they?!?
I think I'm finally going to have to bite the bullet and check out Brewster McCloud. Even though I'm not an Altman fan, I'll do it for Bud.
I mean, just look at him with Shelley Duvall!
I like to think they became besties after this.
In fact, BC actually made an appearance on an episode of Duvall's Faerie Tale Theatre years later. I have vague recollections of that show, and now I think I'm going to have to hunt that one down as well.
The most surprising place Bud Cort turned up was this outtake from Arnold Schwarzenegger's Pumping Iron, of all things. I had no idea this clip existed until recently, when I came across it among all the online tributes. I love how chill and down-to-earth Bud comes off in it. And dig his groovy leisure suit at the end!
Rest in peace, Bud.
You made generations of oddball kids feel seen.
*A play on the title of this excellent tune by the late, great, doomed For Squirrels. If you want to disappear down a rabbit hole--and discover some good music--check 'em out.
Monday, January 26, 2026
Anyone else so fucking angry right now, they're about to explode? Dumb question. Anyone with eyes, a functioning brain, and basic human decency is beside themselves about the ICE murders in Minneapolis. When I watched the footage of that fucking ICE Nazi JONATHAN ROSS (may he never know a moment's peace for the rest of his miserable worthless life) shoot Renee Good three times in the face and growl "fucking bitch" as her SUV careened into a parked car, I swear I felt my soul leave my body. Same thing on Saturday when I saw the video of Alex Pretti getting beaten, pistol-whipped, and shot dead in front of Glam Doll Donuts. A sickening mixture of horror, rage, fear, and overwhelming dread.
The worst are the apologists, of course. The smooth-brained MAGAts dutifully sticking to the script. "She was a domestic terrorist attempting to ram ICE agents with her car." And the ludicrous, "Well, he had a gun!" Seriously. I don't even need to point out the irony on that one. Everybody already knows.
The Trumptards think their allegiance to Orange Hitler and his regime makes them safe. It doesn't, and they'll be the last ones to know it. Renee Good was an SUV-driving mother of three with a glove compartment full of stuffed toys and a labrador retriever in the backseat. You just know the MAGAts were relieved to hear that she was a lesbian. Like she had all the trappings of a "normie," but her sexuality made her an "other," so whatevs. It's okay -- she was one of them. No need to worry. I'm sure they're waiting to hear that Alex Pretti smoked weed, or was a practicing Buddhist, or any other detail that makes him "sketchy" or different, so they can shrug off his murder as well.
Right, fascists. Keep fucking that chicken.
It would be cruel and hypocritical for a middle-aged liberal feminist type like me to post an extra-large image of ICE Barbie Kristi Noem's fucked up face, wouldn't it? Especially since she was so bothered about the South Park guys making fun of her appearance.
I think Kristi Noem was actually upset because the South Park satire touched a nerve and brought her greatest fear into the open. You know that underneath that flammable synthetic weave, somewhere in the back of her tiny brain, she's terrified that there will actually be consequences someday. Not the consequences she deserves, but consequences nonetheless. And if she is thrown in federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison, (oh please please please let that be coming) you know what that means? Her lips and face will deflate, her Mar-A-Lago makeover will be ruined, and she'll be stripped away to nothing----just a plain-faced, puppy-killing nobody from South Dakota with bad skin and traction alopecia.
From my lips to God's ears.
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