Once a day…
…the Security Admin of Mesa 5…
…and her most trusted agent…
…meet on the O’Donalds Sponsored Bridge…
…check for eavesdroppers, hackers, lurkers and spies…
…and then get down to the real business of the day.
A damn fine cup of coffee.
Details ~ with the milk and sugar
A consensual hallucination experienced daily by
billions of legitimate operators, in every nation,
by children being taught mathematical concepts…
A graphic representation of data abstracted from
banks of every computer in the human system.
Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind,
clusters and constellations of data.
Like city lights, receding…
Details ~ in the Matrix
I did have words to go with these pictures until I realized they didn’t need any.
Gomi always knows what to wear and is always Gomi.
This one’s for you g.
Details ~ on the runway
Paul Henreid: You’re a bitter little lady.
Joan Bennett: It’s a bitter little world.
The Big Sleep
Humphrey Bogart regarding Lauren Bacall:
She was worth a stare. She was trouble.
The Big Steal
Robert Mitchum: I don’t usually make it a habit to butt into women’s affairs,
but what’s this guy Fisk to you?
Jane Greer: Don’t change your habits on my account.
Ace in the Hole
Jan Sterling: I don’t pray.
Kneeling bags my nylons.
Farewell, My Lovely
Dick Powell: I caught the blackjack right behind my ear.
A black pool opened up at my feet.
I dived in.
It had no bottom.
Tom Neal: Money. You know what that is. The stuff you never have enough of.
Little green things with George Washington’s picture that men slave for, commit crimes for, die for.
It’s the stuff that has caused more trouble in the world than anything else ever invented.
Simply because there’s too little of it.
The Big Steal
Jane Greer to Robert Mitchum: What I like about you is you’re rock bottom.
I wouldn’t expect you to understand this,
but it’s a great comfort for a girl to know she could not possibly sink any lower.
The Woman in the Window
Edward G. Robinson to Joan Bennett: There are only three ways to deal with a blackmailer.
You can pay him and pay him and pay him until you’re penniless.
Or you can call the police yourself and let your secret be known to the world.
Or you can kill him.
Harrison Ford: [narrating] I don’t know why he saved my life.
Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before.
Not just his life – anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want.
Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got?
All I could do was sit there and watch him die.
Details in the ashtray ~