STEVE REEVES: Film God

I'll have you know that the following took much time and effort. Certainly more than deserved for the mission I have so foolishly undertaken.

I am somewhat surprised by the amount of traffic this blog has generated in its short life. I say "somewhat" because I am certainly not surprised that such a group of gullible, misguided johnny-come-latelys could be so easily duped into coming here and showing how truly delusional they are by their very presence. Why, they're even foolhardy enough to leave traces of their visit with comments!

Enough of this.

On with my tribute to STEVE REEVES: My inspiration and spiritual guide through this lacklustre existence some people call a life.

From my private collection.

The poster reads, "Steve Reeves: Hercules of Yesterday -- A Legend"

(Is there a famous Hercules in modern times I may not know about?)

"Let me open that jar of fruit jam for you, ma'am."

or

"Yes, ladies, it's true what they say about me."

(Tell me how I'm doing with the funny captions. New at this.)

"I will kill 10000 barbarians with this yo-yo and they will call me GOLIATH!"

Steve tried to convince the ladies in France to shave their armpits but failed miserably.

George Lucas was not the first Hollywood mogul to market action figures.

Move over James Cameron! Truly on top of the world!

No relation.

Diana Reeves, however, is his illegitimate daughter from his housemaid, Mammy.

Unfortunately, two COLOSSAL flops.

Steve in an early Mack Sennett short "Superman Joins the Navy".

A light moment with Adolf Hitler, Leni Riefenstahl and George Gobel, propaganda minister, during the filming of "Triumph auf der Uber Schwein"

Lou Ferrigno playing Steve in the hit TV biopic:

"Steve Reeves, Man of Many Veins".

One of my most cherished photographs.

Lou with Steve shortly before his death.

Rare poster of Steve in the Ed Wood classic.

Little known fact: Wood decided to go on with the production by putting Steve in a mummy getup after the star's near-fatal accident involving body oil and roman candles which almost cost him his face.

Sorry, couldn't resist posting this. My kids having fun with some photos of aspiring screenwriters they found on the Web.

And finally, this is me in the workout room still trying very hard to emulate my hero. I CAN pick up 200 kilos with my pinkies.

Blogging is an exhausting passtime I must say.

A First...

I suppose now I have to write about my day or my feelings and what not so this blog looks like something someone would want to read.

All right then. I woke up and had my breakfast: Kellog's Special K with spring raspberries from the garden. I read my Wall Street Journal while I sipped my cappuccino made on my very own Elektra (commercial grade) espresso machine. You know, the one with the eagle on top of the brass dome.

Then I kissed my wife and kids goodbye. I wished her luck with the home tutoring and stepped onto my porch where I shot several quail who were nesting in the rose bushes nearby.

I drove my BMW X5 SAV to the office, sat in front of my computer and wrote this nonsense.

Blogging is a sad thing indeed.

Name Genesis

For those of you who want to know, the pseudonym comes from this 60s show.

Not from Albania, as some people would like you to believe.