Here’s something kind of cool: This morning, a fellow blogger named David left a comment in my entry on those curious scopitone thingies, informing me that today is Joi Lansing’s birthday. (She would’ve been 78 years old, if she hadn’t died 34 years ago.) He also linked to my humble site in his own entry on the subject. I don’t think I’ve ever been linked to before; it’s rather flattering. Thanks, David!

On a related note, I learned from David’s blog that someone has written a novel that revolves around Joi, or at least the idea of Joi:

…Comfort and Joi records one weekend in the life of a man suffering a “low-grade obsession” with real-life bosomy blonde bombshell, Joi Lansing. He shuts himself away in a borrowed house on the coast of California to try to write a book about the minor glamour girl who appeared in such “classics” as Hillbillys in a Haunted House and Queen of Outer Space. But the deeper he goes into her career, the more questions he asks about himself. Offbeat movie history from the fringes of Hollywood triggers haunting personal memories as he follows this “beautiful beacon in a Sargasso of bad filmmaking” and finds an unexpected path to his own past.

I have, of course, added this volume to my wishlist.