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June 13, 2006

Happy Birthday, Paul Lynde (R.I.P.)

I'll take a break from my usual long weblog posts to mention that today (June 13th) would have been Paul Lynde's 79th birthday, had he lived through his supposed drugs-and-poppers-fueled sex romp with a hustler back in 1982. I've always been fascinated with Paul Lynde. I loved him on Bewitched, as Templeton the Rat in Charlotte's Web, and as the host of his surreal Paul Lynde Halloween Special (which also featured the Osmonds, the nightmarish Witchiepoo, Wicked Witch Margaret Hamilton, and KISS, whom I totally worshipped back then). Honestly, I can't get through a single old episode of Hollywood Squares without cracking up at Paul. There was a brief time I entertained the notion of attempting a biography of him, but then others beat me to it. For some good internet overviews of Paul and his career, and some of his choice answers to Hollywood Squares questions, check out some of these sites: here; here; and here.

Posted by scottheim at June 13, 2006 02:51 AM


Actually, this year would have been Paul's 80th birthday. His birth year on his tombstone is incorrect. He was born in 1926.

Posted by: Paul Lynde Fan [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 4, 2006 07:17 PM

Was there a Paul Lynde True Hollywood Story on E! at some point in the past? I feel like there was and that I watched it. There must have been because I'm recalling vague memories of it and his whole being gay thing. His voice was perfect for Templeton the Rat. I forgot about that.

Going back to your TV frights post. Oh my lord, those are great items of horror from TV land. Lady Elaine Fairchild from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood always reminded me of Rod Stewart, even when I was a child. She also looks like a drunk, red nose and all. Pussy Meow Meow was kind of freaky too.

I have to see that Scarecrow movie. It seems familiar, but I need to see it. I need a good scare. And Salems Lot scared the shit out of me as a child--yes, the boy vampire at the window is classic. Trilogy of Terror kicks ass with that crazy doll running around. I rented it like over five years ago because I found it in a video store and remembered having seen it as a child. Seeing it again was a mild mindfuck. It's nuts when the woman is doing that hand beating or drumming because she's now possessed by the doll. That spooked me bigtime.

OK. I need to work now. Thanks for the memories.


Posted by: robert at June 14, 2006 09:49 AM

Don't know whether you saw or whether anyone else posted this but the guardian asked horror directors what their favourite scary films are.,,1793258,00.html

Posted by: aisha at June 13, 2006 12:57 PM

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