Frank can run but he can't hide

Actually it don't seem he can run either. Or drive very fast. Or even make out with Rachel Welch. Sad. "Lady in Cement". Then on to "House of Exorcism". They couldn't sell this as "Lisa and the Devil" and when "The Exorcist" hit it big they had the brilliant idea to throw in a priest and some more Elke Sommer and cash in. Explains the total senseless quality of it. And the frog barfing. Finally, "UFO". New to me but, then, my fanboy quotient is, apparently, meager. A pleasant Brit scifi confection circa '70. And speaking of confections we could use a bit of candy on this here blog. Maybe get us on the map (location undisclosed, of course). To that end I present the lovely Ms. Gabrielle Drake as Lt. Gay Ellis:

Tomorrow the World

Five people mark the tipping point between a hobby and a nascent hyperintelligence.

Five people is not a very big ask. Anything that people are passionate about should be able to gather together that many dedicated altruists. Since we are now constrained neither by location nor synchronous activity, the barrier to entry has become nearly non-existent. Just five people can easily enter into a pact to change the world. As their work catches on and catches fire, as they capture their collective intelligence, and as the social network forms, hyperintelligence will emerge. Everyone involved in the social network benefits from it, and every member of the network increases their own selection fitness by pursuing an altruistic end. They will be more effective in pursuit of their ends (insofar as those ends are those of the network), because of their participation within the network.

The Human Network "Hyperpolitics" cited in Global Guerrillas

Get that? "nascent hyperintelligence". Jeebus! I feel the corpuscles of my selection fitness pumping as I type. Good thing that the location of Game Night remains undisclosed to this day. There is a spectre that haunts a major midwestern railroad hub. Will we use our powers for good or be seduced by the dark side?

February Photoplay

What better way to open a Game Night than by testing our own unified field theory? Plus Barbara Bain. In a space suit. Moonbase Alpha me, baby!
I think we're a little over the age range for this one. Never stopped us before. Somebody has to screen these things for the youth. Involves lying and, well, "nuts". NSFW.
Game Night intruders beware! Admission to the GN clubhouse is by invite only. Just try getting by Zeus! Without a treat anyway.
Never saw this guy before. Be careful with those wasabi peas.
He does seem to know his way around the corporate jungle. Bluffing and back stabbing. Skills like these are just what an up and comer needs at Game Night.
Put down those peas, Dr.! The magic of timed photography. Don't forget that large format versions of all Photoplay pics (and, you never know, bonus pics) are available at the Game Night set of Link.n.Logs Flickr site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/23129636@N02/sets/72157603820898882/