Let's all take a moment to wish our favorite blonde, Barbara Eden a very VERY Happy Birthday today! Share your birthday wishes for Ms. Eden here as she celebrates her 91st Birthday! -Team Eden
(These photos were taken last week during Ms. Eden's appearance in Memphis TN for Elvis Week 2022.)
Happy Birthday to another absolute icon. Barbara Eden is an awesome actress and has been a fave of mine for about 8 years now. Happy 91st b-day, to Barbara (aka Jeannie...or even Loco Jones)
Hey hey hey. Do you Good Omens? You wanna see my Faust/Good Omens mashup?
I do not do Good Omens. Not recreationally, anyway. But I have read the thing now and then and have suffered the transformation of all my songs into Queen albums upon entering my car, as is natural.
I sincerely hope your mashup involves Crowley and Mephistopheles complaining about their workload.
Every time Crowley even mildly thinks about switching up his career path from General Menace to Active Soul Acquisitions, he meets Meph for drinks and immediately changes his mind.
Poor guy is one step down from Crowley's own MO, gives his victims a fair warning, points out all the red flags of dealing with Actual Factual Hell--but by luck, good or ill, he keeps getting saddled with utter self-satisfied dunces who sign on for their allotment of the Devilish Delights package (c), blow all that magic endowment out their ass on frivolities for a few decades, then try to weasel out of their end of the contract at the last second with a few Hail Marys and God-forgive-mes.
"You know Corporate--Downstairs, I mean--they're talking about marking Goethe's birthday as a holiday?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Apparently enough of the acquisitions read into his version without ever touching Marlowe's that they just kind of assumed they had the same out."
"That'd figure. We get time off for that?"
"You know better than that. It's less than a bank holiday, no vacation time. Just something to say when we raise a glass." Meph raises his glass of tear-salted blood. The martini umbrella dances on the rim. "Happy Goethemas. Even now he still keeps the damned idiots damning themselves." Cue a bitter slurp. "Of course, Goethe didn't reckon what kind of fun we'd be having with their lot in the future."
"Oh, Hell. You have a fun one?"
"Fun with a capital F." Meph turns to him with pain in his natural face; a thing already prone to causing pain on sight. "Genie kink."
"I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, well. It'll at least be vindicating when Barbara Eden wiggles her nose a final time and sends the bastard screaming down into a bottle of eternally burning acid for a couple lifetimes. Going to blare the theme song in there the whole time too."