I banged my right knee the other day. It’s bruised, sore, and has me limping like a gimp. I have no idea when or where it happened but it did. It’s limited my ability to sit at my desk and write, so this edition of the Saturday post will be mercifully brief. Of course, I’ve said that before and went on for over 900 words. Please don’t keep count.

The featured image comes from David Lean’s brilliant 1946 film adaptation of the Dickens classic Great Expectations. It shows young Pip in the graveyard before meeting Magwich who was a man not a sandwich. Of course, the sandwich was created by Lord Sandwich who was a man, not a manwich. I could go on and on like this but I won’t. I’ll have more about the movie later.

We move from Great Expectations to this week’s theme song, No Expectations.

It was written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards for the Rolling Stones 1968 album Beggar’s Banquet. It’s long been one of my favorite Stones tunes but you were probably expecting that.

We have 3 versions of No Expectations for your listening pleasure: The studio OG followed by Nancy Griffith and Johnny Cash.

I had low expectations for finding other songs with expectations in the title. This is the best of the bunch:

We begin our second act with a piece about dog shit in New York City, which some claim is transforming it from the Big Apple to the Big Poopy.

Gone To The Dogs: There’s a raging debate in NYC about dog people who don’t do dookie about their dog’s poop. I’m a cat person who grew up with dogs, so I’m fond of pooches but not their poop.

I found this article particularly interesting because people in my Uptown New Orleans neighborhood have gotten much better about picking up dog shit. I haven’t stepped in a pile in years. No shit.

In the end, I come down on the side of the pooch people. Y’all should still pick up the poop with a bag, pooper scooper, or whatever. Nobody likes fecal matter on their shoes.

I’ll let Squeeze play us out of this segment:

Things You Don’t Know About Me: I have a high threshold of pain. It’s a good thing because I suffer from chronic leg pain but never whine about it. For me to complain about any pain is unusual but this bruised knee thing is an exception to that rule. I am a man of many exceptions as well as expectations.

The last word of our second act goes to Eels:

We begin our third act with our favorite stolen feature.

Separated At Birth: I’m eschewing the SAB casting thing with this side-by-side image of billionaire butthead Jeff Bezos and Mike Myers as Dr. Evil.

Somebody has got to change their:

Your Basic Basie: I stumbled into this long form 1981 Basie video while searching for expectations songs. It includes guest appearances by Billy Eckstein and Irene Cara for those who cara about such things.

Have I told you lately how much I love Count Basie?

The Best Of SNL: I didn’t plan to make this a Mike Myers-centric post. It just happened. Here he is as a sarcastic Scotsman:

Repeat after Mike: If it’s not Scottish, it’s crap.

Classic Movie Trailer: I told you we’d get back to Great Expectations. Does that count as an I told you so? Discuss amongst yourselves.

Grading Time: I give Great Expectations 4 stars and an Adrastos grade of A. It’s a stone cold classic.

Saturday GIF Horse:  Scrubs is back, so is Turk the dancing doc.

Toon Time: This toon from the Guardian’s Ben Jennings comes from January. I didn’t see it at the time. It made me guffaw and giggle, so I had to share it with y’all.

Let’s close down this virtual honky tonk with some more music.

Saturday Classic: I wrote a post about the former Attorney General called Mondo Bondi. The title was a take on an old Tubes tune, Mondo Bondage because of Bondi’s binder thumping dominatrix ways. I nearly posted this Zappa tune but was worried about offending penguin lovers.

Anyone offended? I thought not.

We go full circle with the last word. It goes to Alec Guinness, John Mills, and Finlay Currie in Great Expectations: