The Angry Red Planet & The Circus of Horrors Friday, June 23, 1961 Grand
Or maybe Thursday June 16, 1960 (Unlisted) Tower
A momentary perch upon which to light. A reflecting glass as such for my thoughts and expression.
I have been planning over the past two weeks to do a couple of post about my movie memories: The Time Machine (1960) and I believe, The Angry Red Planet (1959) and it’s double feature The Circus of Horrors (1960) but have been too busy. Then I ran into the subject of this post and had to write about that first.
At roughly a quarter to eleven this evening, I learned a new word: limerence. I word I did not know until now, but whose concept, critique, rationale, reasoning, criticism, diagnosis, accusation, argument, charge, I have struggled, yea, wrestled with over fifty seven years.
Limerence is an involuntary state of intense romantic infatuation, obsession, and longing for reciprocation from a "limerent object" (LO), often characterized by intrusive thoughts, emotional dependency, and idealization. It differs from love by being more addictive, anxious, and, frequently, one-sided. Treatment involves therapy and breaking the addiction cycle.
Symptoms of Limerence
Intrusive Thinking: Constant, involuntary thoughts about the person.
Emotional Dependency: Intense highs (euphoria) when10 interacting or anticipating contact, and deep lows (despair) when rejected or ignored.
Idealization: Placing the person on a pedestal and ignoring red flags or incompatibility.
Fear of Rejection: Extreme anxiety regarding the person's feelings.
Physical Symptoms: Trembling, palpitations, or butterflies in the stomach.
Causes of Limerence
Limerence is often driven by a need for validation or a desire to escape personal insecurities. It is considered a form of "love addiction" or a "lovesickness" that often manifests when the target is unavailable, feeding the anxiety-driven, obsessive, "got-to-have-it" nature of the attachment.
My one-sided “love”, my intense infatuation, my obsession, my addiction, I say I love Ruth, but is it love? Was it ever. Without reciprocity? Without her input?
An artist, I was very emotionally motivated, underpinned, driven. I felt everything intensely. A constant undercurrent of emotion buoyed my actions. Oddly enough, not necessary my surface reactions, I could seem emotionally unresponsive or even aloof incapable of emotional contact or immediate interpersonal expression. Part of me was broken, through lack of any physical interfamilial touch. Moody as opposed to immediate I was then but always suffuse with simmering emotions through and through deep within.I no social skills, lacking the social graces, socially clueless. Neurodivergent, awkward.
Clearly, as far as the psychological features are concerned I check every box. Exhibit all the classic symptoms
If it waddles, and quacks like a duck…
But the is the opposite danger of pigeonholing
Placing things into convenient categories. Writing off complex
oversimplifications
I think love can be a complex, incorporating a concophony of many emotions mixed intentions, conflicting life elements
I believe love can be one-sided among many other things as long it purposely works to consider the other side. As longs it sets their interests, their considerations, their life agency and independence as paramount over itself.
Agape.
One-sided, perfectly healthy examples, of love do exist, that require no reciprocal return.
Yes my love, has the anxiousness, the exhilarations, but it also has the love at its core. A love making an concerted, life-long, deliberate effort, to learn and be all love, love can really be in practice each and every day. I want to love Ruth right. I want to love her truly. To do and love right by her in the purest sense I can. To learn love, act and be love. Because I really do want to love Ruth. I love her. I honestly do.
I weighed my life, over and over. I fight for the only item that is the truest sense of me, it has never altered or diminished, my genuine feeling for Ruth. The sole me that is me. Always.
[As I have already met my monthly quota for February, I will have forward date this post to the top of March.]
Here however is what I posted to my YouTube Channel and shared to my Facebook page, shortly after learning of Sedaka's death, February 27th.
From Facebook:
The majestic Fox Theater in San Francisco, and the one upcoming attraction whose display I never forgot! Amazingly, someone coincidentally took and preserved a record of that particular ad art that mesmerized me as a child of seven! The year was 1961.
Based on the information I was able to glean from the various online forums and sites dedicated to San Francisco history, 'Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea' was one of three summer films my family and I caught at the Fox that season.
The attention grabbing artwork was already up ond the side of the movie palace by the time we all went to see 'The Parent Trap' playing a couple of weeks prior, but the moment my family stepped off the trolley, or walked the few blocks from Van Ness Avenue and Market Street, and I first laid eyes from across Market on the U.S.O.S* Seaview [Holy cow! Sixty five years later, and I just now caught the pun!!] there was no way this kid was was gonna let his parents refuse to take them, er, me to see the flick! Just look at that menacing squid!
Besides, my twin sister Georgene and I would turn seven just ten days before the opening. What a perfect birthday treat! I'm sure my sister was just as excited. However, of our two older sisters Yvette and Angie, Yvette the eldest was the who talked to me the most about looking forward to the movie.
Boy oh boy, what a film it was! Although, the only downside was my having to "go" in the middle of the feature. My daddy wasn't too happy about that, as he walked me to the restrooms in that palatial theater. I well remember even on the way and back, trying to catch glimpses of the onscreen action through the various aisle entry doors we passed! Luckily, in those days, you could just wait to see the film play again and leave "where you came in" or in this case leave after watching the scene you missed the first time, although it did mean watching the second , now totally forgotten feature ('Sniper's Ridge') as well.
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| The Fox Theater (June 23-29, 1961) Courtesy of OpenSFHistory.org Slide image color-balanced, touched-up, and cropped by me. |
Kudos to OpenSFHistory.org, the San Francisco Public Library, NewBank Inc., the San Francisco Chronicle (1865 - 2017) digital archive, and Blogger's San Francisco Theatres.
The following background information was copied directly from my image file. The raw text merely awaiting to be edited into this post:
From OpenSFHistory.org: The Fox Theater, June 1961 (sometime between the 23rd and 30th of the month when 'Snow White and the Three Stooges' was on the bill.
I forgot to save this touch-up (TU) image file to my laptop and Google Photos when I initially posted it to social media.
Fortunately I able to retrieve the post and securely download the JPG to my device and Google storage.
Curiously, the reason I went searching to find the picture on my laptop was because my re-cropped and cleaned-up copy of the tarnished and scuzzy, original Open Sf History.org image, was in turn used by someone else.
Fair enough.
My version of the picture now sits on a Blogger site lovingly dedicated to all the San Francisco theaters that ever were, entitled 'San Francisco Theaters'.
Fox lineup from June 30 to August 31, 1961, and those films (✔) I saw at the theater.
✔ 'The Parent Trap'
June 30 to July 20, 1961
Walt Disney's 'Nikki: Wild Dog of the North'
July 21 to August 1, 1961
✔ 'Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea'
August 2 to August 15,1961
Jules Verne's 'Master of the World'
August 16 to August 24, 1961
✔ 'Alakazam, the Great!'
August 25 to August 31, 1961
Retro 1950s-1960s Sci-fi Fan Club
Manuel Antares Richard Sanchez
On Tuesday, February 24, 2026 at 9:58PM PST, posted the following to the Retro 1950s-1960s Sci-fi Fan Club Facebook group. It drew some flak for my imprecision.
Here's what I originally wrote:
Sometimes, my mind is so-o-o quick [NOT] I frighten myself!
It only took me 64 years, 6 months, and 22 days to realize the pun behind the acronym for United States Oceanographic Survey Seaview!
😉
I did my best to correct myself eventually editing the final form of the post to read:
Sometimes, my mind is so-o-o quick [NOT] I frighten myself!
It only took me 64 years, 6 months, and 22 days to realize the pun within the acronym for United States Oceanographic Survey Seaview!
😉
My apologies. In pointing out my own slow-wittedness and making light of my decades old oversight, cleverness was hardly my aim. However, by not providing clearer information than I did, I made the post needlessly cryptic.
What eluded me all these sixty plus years, was the old, maritime distress code that could be read into USOS Seaview.
. . . - - - . . .
Yes, something that simple, trivial, or if you prefer, lame.
If I had my druthers, I would have struck through the preposition "behind" (something this text file nor Facebook can do) and left it in place, writing the post thusly [color highlights mine]:
Sometimes, my mind is so-o-o quick [NOT] I frighten myself!
It only took me 64 years, 6 months, and 22 days to realize the pun behind within the acronym for United States Oceanographic Survey Seaview!
😉
My apologies. In pointing out my own slow-wittedness and making light of my decades old oversight, cleverness was hardly my aim. However, by not providing clearer information than I did, I made the post needlessly cryptic.
What eluded me all these sixty plus years, was the old, maritime distress code that could be read into USOS Seaview.
. . . - - - . . .
Yes, something that simple, trivial, or if you prefer, lame.
Having to delete and replace "behind" altogether makes it seem as if the substitution "within" was always the way the original post read, and that the readers were somehow at fault for the initial confusion. They weren't, That error was mine.
I did leave a concluding comment. It seemed germane.
Voyage to the Bottom of the Semantics. My bad.
Though in no way meant as an attack, this parting "thought" might nevertheless draw fire from those utterly contemptuous of anyone feigning any semblance of wit, however minuscule that wit may be, let alone attempting it.
Oddly, a new memory just came back to me from the early to mid 1960's. My elementary school teacher once observing: "Oh Richard, you're always making mountains out of molehills!"
;-)
Finally, another nod to MAD Magazine and its March 1966 take-down of the Sea Pew to periscope depth! 'Voyage to See What's on the Bottom!'
Mad No. 101, March '66, Page 13. Art by |||ort Drucker
*(United States Oceanographic Survey)
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Today February 15, 2026 is my cousin Sammy's 84th Birthday
It's also my neighbor Darnell Moore's Birthday as well!
Not that either event has anything directly to do with this post, save that...
Today is also the day I happened on TVintage.com where they have all 550 issues of MAD Magazine (minus the specials) digitally stored.
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| The third, Harvey Kurtzman logo design (1956-1964) I liked best. |
Growing up in the 1960’s, I simply loved MAD Magazine. A young budding artist myself, many a delightful hour were times spent pouring over the works and humor of MAD’s accomplished staff of illustrators: Sergio Aragonés, Dave Berg, Mort Drucker (my personal favorite), Al Jaffee, Don Martin, Antonio ProhÃas, Jack Rickard, Basil Wolverton, Wallace Wood to name a few. To this day I owe my quirky illustrative sense of the ironic to this publication.
However, MAD didn't come life into my right away, and it took until my older sister brought an issue home from high school before I saw my first copy. When exactly that was, I began to wonder, as I downloaded this new discovered digital treasure trove. Was I eight? Or 9? Hmm.
However was a way to help determine the date.
My earliest recollection, you see, involved three distinct images. Two came from within the pages of the magazine, and the other was a cover. Find them, and I’ll have pinpointed the year I discovered MAD. Therefore, starting with the oldest memory, I'll tackle the one panel first, then the cover, and lastly the second panel.
The first panel I recall was a parody of Captain Kittinger's historic skydive in 1960. Having, in my childhood, already seen the iconic photograph of Kittinger leaping from the gondola, I was then well enough familiar with it to instantly recognize its reproduction in MAD.
I located the Kittinger recreation: From MAD Magazine, March 1961, Volume I, Issue 61, page 46:
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| The earliest MAD Magazine panel (highlighted) I can confidently remember. |
So I was at the very youngest, just over six and a half years old when I spied my first MAD, Mad itself was nine years old!
Below is the 1960, Kittinger freefall jump, fresh in the news, that MAD was parodying in the above panel. I have also provided some background information on the skydive courtesy of Wikipedia.
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| Captain Joseph Kittinger's August 16, 1960 freefall jump from Excelsior III (102,800 feet) |
Wikipedia: "Excelsior III: On August 16, 1960, [Captain Joseph] Kittinger made the final high-altitude jump at 102,800 feet* (31,300 m). Towing a small drogue parachute for initial stabilization, he fell for 4 minutes and 36 seconds, reaching a maximum speed of 614 miles per hour (988 km/h) before opening his parachute at 18,000 feet."
*Like the MAD article said, 19 miles or 19.469697 miles to be precise.
Voila! Mad Magazine September 1961, Volume I, Issue 65!
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| This is earliest MAD Magazine cover I can actually recall. |
Quid Me Anxius Sum?
What? Me worry?
Literal translation: What am I worried about?
Another Latin way to write the phrase: Quid? Sollicite me?
The third image involved a panel depicting an outer space creature entering the airlock or view portal of a rocketship much to the alarm of the pilot. As a child learning to read, here too, is where the first MAD Magazine word I ever learned, having read it by my very self was 'Lummox", which at the time, I assumed was the name of the creature. It wasn't.
Nevertheless, here is that very panel!
From Mad Magazine, April 1961, Volume I, Issue 62, Page 15: The art, would you believe it, is by none other than Wally Wood (Woody) himself!
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| The second panel and the very first MAD word (highlighted) I read on my own: Lummox! Art by Wallace Wood |
Respectively, these are the covers for Issue 61 and Issue 62, but which failed to make an impression.
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| The issue containing the first panel of which I spoke, but whose cover did not enter my memory. |
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| The MAD issue featuring the "Lummox" panel. |
One thing I have to point out, in reviewing the 1961 issues, is that I recognize an earlier image from the January 1961 copy of MAD Magazine. It's Charlie Brown and Lucy as drawn by someone other than Charles Schulz. Is this recognition because my sister had that issue, and I merely forgot the illustration, only to remember on sight upon seeing it after all these years? Or is it because the fake ad from a later reprinting which MAD Magazine Special Editions were apt to do (normally featuring a loose collection of artwork and articles from its prior publications)?
Here is the said drawing from the inside front cover of MAD Magazine, January 1961, Volume I, Issue 60.
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| Possibly the earliest MAD parody artwork I recognize today, though most likely it's from a MAD special reprint. |
The famous half right side up, half upside down, MAD Magazine, January 1961, Volume I, Issue 60
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The double-sided, "upside-down" issue |
From my Facebook feed for today:
On this February morning, the fifth anniversary of my sister’s passing, I just wanted to again remember her.![]() |
| Angelica Ingrid Alma Staley nee Sanchez (1967) |
This second image below dates to when, I don’t know. Steve Staley, her future husband, is the photographer however. During their courtship and throughout their marriage, he and my sister would often go on random photo outings to wherever - the location too, escapes me. Steve, a camera buff, loved photographing Angie every chance he could. I wonder if they were still just dating or already newlyweds, when this picture was snapped.
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| Angie, in the role of a photo subject, posing for Steve, someplace somewhere. |
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It is with sadness I woke up today, only to learn of our having lost Catherine O'Hara, one of my favorite comediennes since I first learned of SCTV back in 1979.
She will join the ranks of her fellow Second City and SCTV alumni who have gone on ahead of her: John Belushi, Gilda Radner, John Candy, Harold Ramis, Tony Rosato, Robin Duke, and Joe Flaherty
Here's what I posted on my Facebook today:
Later in the day, I able to locate the aforementioned skit on YouTube. Hopefully, copyright won't impede its upload to this post. Otherwise I might have to see if I can re-upload it to my YouTube account and link to it there. Here goes.
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In less than a month.
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| Keith Porter Jr |
Keith Porter Jr. Murdered by an off duty ICE officer just minutes prior to the New Year, December 31st, 2025
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| Rene Nicole Good |
Rene Nicole Good. Murdered at point blank range in her SUV, January 7th, 2026
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| Alex Jeffrey Pretti |
Alex Jeffrey Pretti. Pinned to the ground and shot in the back some dozen or more times.
These are the current deaths to say nothing of the more that have already died at ICE's hand.
Nothing special.
I just happened to notice the calendar date my sister spontaneously had the front yard trees once again addressed: a year and ten days after last January’s task. (See: January 5th, 2025’s post).
Opportunistic
Happy New Year!
;-)
*This post was created, on the spot, as a good-natured response to Jörg's first comment to Mano Singham's 'Hope for the New Year' post on Freethought Blogs. [On a side note: I am going to try once again for four posts a month. Hopefully, I will end 2026 with a totality of forty eight blog posts; not forty four (2024) or fifty (2025), but a symmetrical forty eight!]
Oh and as to my hopes for the new year… Typically, under Trump's despotism, we illegally invaded Venezuela less than twenty four hours into it. Hell, even before the new year struck, an off-duty ICE officer would murder Keith Porter, while another ICE officer, Jonathan Ross, would kill at point blank range, Renee Nicole Good eight days later!