That awkward feeling when someone you've had a lifelong crush on dies and the first thing you want to say is, GAWD, he was HAWT, but you don't say it for fear of sounding disrespectful... GAWD, he was HAWT.

For much of my early adulthood, I had little interest in experiencing, much less living in, real-life L.A., despite my lifelong obsession with Old Hollywood. Then a good friend moved there, and I began visiting fairly often... and fell absolutely fucking in love with the place. Best to you!

Ellers! Have we got Ellers! That's my grandma, née Oleta Mae Eller, on the left. clocking in at about a foot shorter than Charlotte Greenwood. #TCMParty#Oklahoma

One of the thousands of ways in which life has disappointed me is that I've yet to meet a Piper in the wild.

Your bottom row/left pic arrived just as I was about to give up hope of finding a suitable ensemble for my seventh deceased husband's funeral. Is Serendipitous one of your middle names?

So true. At a minimum, the Code script would have to make clear that the victim died of natural causes before the first knife was plunged. I wouldn't mind a version in which Gail Patrick is revealed to be the murderer and is forced to pay the consequences, but that's too much to ask for. I guess.

WHEN IS TCM GOING TO SHOW ZAROZ?

She understands words like "emoluments"—in stark contrast to the Republican justices on the U.S. Supreme Court. #TCMParty#MurderOnTheOrientExpress

That's arson!

"Hey! Somebody get me out of here!" This scene always summons to mind (mine, at least) Eudora Welty's 'The Petrified Man.' Plus, it also shows Harlow's willingness to do anything to get a few (harmless) laughs, a quality I admire. #TCMParty