Eureka! I found her! Four days ago I spent three hours on my phone looking for a new muse, a model to play Victoria Rosemond Bond – to no avail! An hour ago a friend on Facebook poste on Catherina von Schell who was in the Bond movie On Her Majesty’s Secret Service . This is the movie I came in on. This is an amazing example how art-movies can tap into a creative intuition. I feel very validated in so many ways. I lost the name of the model above who I used for Starfish. There is a connection to Lana Clark who played the Barbarian Queen. Starfish is a new kind of Movie Queen – Muse!
I have been set free by Lana Starfish Schell. Those who called me “Mad” fade away into oblivion, where they belong!
Catherine Schell (born Katherina Freiin Schell von Bauschlott, 17 July 1944) is a Hungarian-born British actress who came to prominence in British film and television productions from the 1960s. Her notable roles include the Bond girl Nancy in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969), Lady Claudine Litton in The Return of the Pink Panther (1975), Countess Scarlioni in the Doctor Who serial City of Death (1979), and a regular role as Maya in Year Two of the television series Space: 1999 (1976-1977).
Schell’s father, Baron Pál Schell von Bauschlott (Nagyida, 5 September 1898 – Munich, 20 October 1979), was a Hungarian diplomat of three-quarter[1] Hungarian ancestry; her mother (m. Budapest, 28 January 1940) was Countess Katalin Mária Etelka Georgina Erzsébet Teleki de Szék (Budapest, 11 November 1917 – ?).[2] “Schell” is the family name, while “von Bauschlott” indicates the place in Germany where the Schell family owned its main estate.
Fleeing Hungary in advance of the Soviets and communism, the family lived in poverty until 1948, finding asylum in Austria: first in Vienna, then in Salzburg. In 1950, the family emigrated to the United States,[3] where Schell’s father acquired American citizenship.
She acted under the alternate name “Catherina von Schell” early in her career. Under this name she made her film debut as the title character in the little-known German-language film Lana, Queen of the Amazons (1964). She appeared as Bond girl Nancy in the James Bond film On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969), with George Lazenby in the lead.[3] Around the same time, she appeared in Hammer Films science-fiction thriller Moon Zero Two (also 1969) cast in the role of Clementine Taplin. She appeared with Bette Davis, now credited as Catherine Schell, in Madame Sin (1972), a television film made by ITC which was released theatrically in some markets.
Schell appeared in the science-fiction series Space: 1999 as a robotic servant (“Guardian of Piri“, 1975), and returned to the series in its second season as the regular character Maya, a shape-shifting “metamorph” from the planet Psychon. Schell appeared in another British science-fiction series, as Countess Scarlioni in the Doctor Who serial City of Death (1979).[3]
While filming Amsterdam Affair in 1968, Schell met and married her first husband, British actor William Marlowe (1930–2003), and moved to London. The marriage ended in divorce in 1977. Schell married director Bill Hays (1938–2006) in 1982. In 1984, they worked together for the first time as husband and wife on a TV production of Ivan Turgenev‘s play A Month in the Country.
Schell’s career continued into the mid-1990s, after which she retired from acting and opened Chambre d’Hôtes Valentin, a small guesthouse in Bonneval, Haute-Loire, France, which would become a popular destination for fans of Space: 1999. She reportedly sold the inn after the death of her second husband in 2006.
Schell made her first convention appearance at MainMission:2000, a celebration of the 25th anniversary of Space: 1999 held in New York City. To date, she has appeared at only one other convention, mainly due to her second husband’s declining health.
Schell contributed a foreword to the Space: 1999 novel Born for Adversity, written by David McIntee and published by Powys Media in 2010.
Schell’s autobiography A Constant Alien was published in 2016.[3][5]
She subsequently came out of acting retirement to portray the Grand Duchess Valeria in the BBC One/Netflix series Dracula, which aired in 2020.
I watched Jaws the other night, and in my opinion, this is the best movie ever made!
After my last post, some people may conclude I’m trying to exploit the gruesome death of my niece by turning it into an HBO series. For weeks I have talked to attorneys, and, it looks like justice will not be served in Bullhead City. What is the solution? How can everybody come away – smelling like roses?
How about making a movie that changes everyone’s name, including the name of the city where Drew Taylor Rosamond Benton – DIED SOMEHOW?
Drew’s mother was married to Rick Partlow, whose best friend, Lana Clark, was murdered by Phil Spector. You can’t make this shit up – or sweep it under the carpet!
The Spector of Bullhead Shark City
by
John Presco
ALL RIGHTS RESETVED
Eleven fifty-five P.M. in Bullhead Shark City, An ambulance pulls up slowly at the Flintstone Rock Hospital THE SIREN is turned off so as not to give the drunken gamblers a bad headache. Let them sleep till midnight, before they head off for another rigorous night of gambling. A bloody woman is wheeled in.
“What do we got here, Ken….another Bullhead Shark attack?”
“Hardy-har! You know better than that, Pete. There – are no Bullhead Sharks in Bullhead Shark City!”
Pete and Ken slow-walk the bloody woman to ER.
“She tried to take her life – by stabbing herself in the legs twenty-two times – after she beat herself black and blue with her Oscar! When that didn’t work, she tried to pull all her teeth out with a pair of plyers. Finally, she jumps of a three-story balcony! There was blood everywhere!”
“Well, you could have fooled me. Looks like a Great White tried to eat her – too!”
“Uh oh! Her hearts stopped beating while we stood here!”
“She’s….dead!”
“I hope she’s a nobody, a drifter-hooker who blew into town!”
“Yeah! And she’s got no family or friends.”
“Works for me!”
“Put her back in the meat wagon and take her to the morgue! I think we got another case of a woman HEARING VOICES, then, attempting to kill herself the hardest way she could think of!”
“Yep! This one also wrote a suicide note – in her own blood – too!”
“MAKE THE WALL OF VOICES – STOP!”
“How many does that make this week……sixteen?”
“What is she clutching her hand?”
“It’s her……Oscar!”
“What’s an…..Oscar?”
My ex-wife lived with Thomas Pynchon in Mexico and Manhattan Beach. Perhaps he will help me with the screenplay?
The Wall of Sound (also called the Spector Sound)[1][2] is a music production formula developed by American record producer Phil Spector at Gold Star Studios, in the 1960s, with assistance from engineer Larry Levine and the conglomerate of session musicians later known as “the Wrecking Crew“. The intention was to exploit the possibilities of studio recording to create an unusually dense orchestral aesthetic that came across well through radios and jukeboxes of the era. Spector explained in 1964: “I was looking for a sound, a sound so strong that if the material was not the greatest, the sound would carry the record. It was a case of augmenting, augmenting. It all fit together like a jigsaw.”[3]
I just discovered Rick Partlow was very close with the actress, Lana Clarkson, who was murdered by Phil Spector. Rick was married to my late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, in 1977-80. Rick is an actor who won an Emmy for his Foley work. Rick and Christine were at my wedding reception, after I married Mary Ann Tharaldsen, the ex-wife of the writer, Thomas Pynchon.
Lana Jean Clarkson (April 5, 1962 – February 3, 2003) was an American actress and fashion model. During the 1980s she rose to prominence in several sword-and-sorcery films. In February 2003, Clarkson was fatally shot by songwriter and producer Phil Spector in the lobby of his mansion. Spector was charged and convicted of second degree murder on April 13, 2009.[1]
Set during the days of the Roman Empire, a simple village is preparing for the wedding of their king and queen. Suddenly, it is raided by Roman troops, and most of the people are whisked off to be slaves or killed. The queen, Amathea, (Lana Clarkson), and two of her best female warriors survive the attack and set off to liberate Amathea’s sister (Dawn Dunlap) (who had been raped in the raid and is set to become the Roman centurion’s concubine) and king Argan (who is sent to the gladiator arena).
Phil Spector (born Harvey Phillip Spector,[1][2] later Phillip Harvey Spector,[3][4] December 26, 1939) is an American record producer, songwriter, and the originator of the Wall of Sound production method. At the height of his career, Spector was a pioneer of the 1960s girl-group sound, and produced more than twenty-five Top 40 hits from 1960 to 1965, writing or co-writing many of them for artists such as the Ronettes and the Crystals. Following collaborations with John Lennon, Leonard Cohen, Dion DiMucci, and the Ramones in the 1970s, Spector remained largely inactive. In later years, he became infamous as the subject of two trials for murder and a second-degree conviction.
Spector is often called the first auteur among musical artists for acting not only as a producer, but also the creative director, writing or choosing the material, supervising the arrangements, conducting the vocalists and session musicians, and masterminding all phases of the recording process. He helped pave the way for various music genres, with numerous artists later citing his work as a major influence. His Grammy Award-winning co-productions number the Ronettes’ “Walking in the Rain” (1964), the Beatles‘ Let It Be (1970), and George Harrison‘s Concert for Bangladesh (1971).
In 2009, Spector was convicted of second-degree murder in the 2003 shooting death of actress Lana Clarkson in his Alhambra, California home. He is serving a prison sentence of 19 years to life.[12]
Stella is a James Bond woman -for sure! I have been looking for a female villain to test the metal of Victoria and Starfish. The granddaughter of Stella Strutzenbacher, who was a friend of Grace Kelly, Princess of Monaco, will do nicely. Stella is the creation of John Butler who is seen with my grandmother on Saint Croix Island. Mary comes from good German stock. Did Mary Magdalene Rosamond nee’ Wieneke, inspire Butler? How ironic that one of Mary’s daughter would marry a descendent of the Stuttmeister family. There is a Otto. Did Ian Fleming see this movie? Would Stella have been a suitable mate for Lord Greystoke? I love the cleft in her chin.
I finally did what I meant to do for three years – google Rice Burroughs – who may be my kin! My uncle, Vincent Rice, showed me his cote of arms, and said his ancestors were Puritans. Did they know John Wilson? Burroughs looks like Uncle Vinnie – who had no children! I declared myself his son – after my daughter betrayed me! Mark Presco disowned me, and may have invested in the Rosamond book and movie! But, Vincent Rice and Mary Magdalene – have saved me!
I was compared to Tarzan when I swam in my mother’s pool, and the Blake pool! Arthur Barnes is another writer sitting near my grandmother. I created Miriam Starfish Christling after the Tarzan model. She lives in a tree at Osborne House. She falls in love with Victoria Rosemond Bond who was inspired by Irene Victoria Christensen who lived in the woods with me for fifty days. The other author next to Mary is John Butler. Vincent wrote for the UCLA Bruin paper and the LA Times.
It’s time for Lord Greystoke – to take a wife – so he can be completely reborn! I will use Rena and myself as models for the illustrations of my book….
Am I the embodiment of Farmer – whose work is not done? Many people have laughed at me, banned me, said I was insane when I gave Victoria Rosamond Bond, a bodyguard-lover that looked like Tarzan. I begin my book with the death of Starfish.
Victoria could not believe her luck. Admiral Sinclair was being stationed in Japan and asked Victoria Bond if she wanted to purchase his Aston Martin. The second she lay eyes on it in the parking lot, Miriam wanted to drive it.
‘You don’t know how to drive!” offered Victoria, relieved that her lover was not going to get behind ‘Her Dream’ and more than likely – wreck it.
“You can teach me! I am a quick learner!” Retorted Starfish – who gave her dear friend – the look.
“Shit!” Bond said, and was now googling the nearest airport where there was always a airport road that no one uses. She found one that was long enough to get her Aston thru her gears. As promised, Miriam proved to be a very fast learner!
This post is tailormade for the City Government of Belmont, who is not censoring my posts this time – so far! I was on my way to a BIG PAYDAY – with gobs of fame with my James Bond novel – when I beheld Pussy Riot being beaten, whipped, and their hair pulled, by Putin’s Goon God Squad. My heterosexual book – was toast! I did the right thing! Play the first video with full sound, and the second video with the sound down, to know……who the real savages of the world are.
A week ago I was going to blog on a reunion at the Palace Hotel with fundraiser for ‘The Royal Janitor’. There would be a train trip to Belmont where a Celebrity Labyrinth would be made in Twin Pines Park. I would invite my Star, Lara Roozemond, and, my Muse, Rena Easton, whose grandmother was so grateful I rescued her, a Beautiful Damsel in Distress. I am so grateful to the World Wide Web for making my dream come true. I have not let my women down.
John Presco 007
Copyright 2021
President: Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Chapter Three
When Victoria told Starfish they were going to Eugene Oregon to track down what became of the Rose Division amongst the Habsburgs, she let out a spine-altering scrrrrrreeeee! She then shook all over, began to sweat profusely, and went into a trance. Victoria retreated, and Sharena got out from behind her desk, just in case she had to make a bee-line for the exit as Starfish made super rapid foot movements with quck turns in different directions. She would later tell the folks at BAD that this was the Lek black grouse dance she learned in South Africa where she and her father fled to get away from Vladimir Putin when he became Premiere of Russia.
“I’m going to bring my drum! This is a dream come true. My mother was born in Eugene. I’ve never been there! Screeeeeee!”
“You own a drum? Why isn’t this in the report? By any chance have you heard of John von Bond?”
“Nope! But, have you heard of the Oregon Country Fair! My Kabalak Klock is telling me this is a Kosmic Konnection made in another dimension. What great timing! We are going to enter the Royal Drum Vortex. I am forbidden to ever step foot in Eugene, but, I don’t give a shit! This is it! You’re going to see – the real me! I want you to promise you will get me back to BAD!”
Victoria came in sideways to get Starfish, she twisting this way, then that, to avoid the gyrating flesh that clung to Agent 008 like kelp in a tidepool. Taking hold of her arm, she was shocked when Starfish turned in anger, and was about to slap her hand away.
“Don’t you dare! You got to come with me – now! Professor Bond is about to give his lecture.”
Starfish let out a whimper, and was pouting. Many hands tried to pull her back into the drum circle where she was a star. An old hag came up to them.
“Can we have her?”
Starfish gave Victoria a look of, hope. Perhaps things will continue to go her way.
“I’m sorry. She’s not mine to give!”
Again there came a whimper from Their Star, who made clopping sounds with her sandals all the way to the car. When she grabbed her drum, and clicked the trunk open, Victoria stamped her feet.
“No! You have to concentrate. Now get in!”
On the way to the University of Oregon, Starfish ran into her pad looking for more info on Professor John von Bond.
“Here’s a stalking report on him. Some chic is trashing his blog. She says it’s real creepy. Let’s have a looksee!”
“Does he say he’s related to me?’
“No, but he claims he is a Comet King, heir to the teaching of Meher Baba!”
“Who’s that? Never mind. We’re here”
Victoria parked haphazardly and put her DIPLOMAT shield in the window. Starfish never went to college. This was her first time on a campus. She took in all the beautiful students. The young women took notice of her, and turned their heads after she passed them. Their was an amazing aura about her. Waves of goosebumps went up and down her half naked body. There was fine mist of perspiration that caught the last light, and were like tiny rainbows. She was electrically charged due to her amazing dancing. However, she was not happy when the beautiful young men did not even look at her. Their heads were down, their eyes locked on their phone screens. At six-two, Starfish wondered if they were intimidated.
Finally, she grabbed one, on his way up river to spawn.
“Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice your features. Victoria raised her eyebrows when she gently took hold of his chin.
“Very symmetric. I can see your father’s profile. And, you have your mothers high cheekbones. Did you know you are half your mother,and half your father, but, it is through your father…..you find God. Did you know that?…….I’m going to kiss you now!”
Victoria made a move to prevent this kiss, but, was repelled by a powerful energy field that she put around – them. Tilting his head back, Victoria delivered a soft and sensuous kiss, that froze them in time. His cellphone fell to the walkway, but, did not break. There was a beautiful sigh, that sounded like the opening of Morning Glories.
“You can go, now!” And Starfish watched him swim away. Turning, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Victoria was blushing. Their eyes were locked. She got it. Victoria dreamed of being kissed like that. Star approached, took her hand, and they walked the next hundred yards like this, they a rarity, as holding hands on campus went out of style twenty years ago.
“I was conceived a hundred yards from here. I feel it in my bones! I was made – with much love!”
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