Some folks take Batman lore very seriously. And why not? There are no laws, at least in this country, that forbid rabid BatFannage. This particular example is very deceiving in that it efficiently transforms the ubiquitous beetle into the ORIGINAL BATMOBILE with relatively little effort. Yeah, mock it all you want, but then compare it with the genuine item that we’ve provided for your viewing pleasure below:
Okay, the bottom image is a model of the 1940’s version, but you can’t deny the awesome resemblance. Therefore, the esteemed panel of judges at TR have voted unanimously to declare the VW Batmobile to be honored as a true and bonafide Babe Magnet.
On the other side of the coin is BatMockage, and here is a prime but innocent example. 7 out of 8 mocked him correctly. The other one is destined to be an online furnace filter consultant.
Top Image from this FINE collection of batpoopage
(pronounced, bot’ pu pazh‘). Second image, slightly doctored, from here. Bottom image from here. Continue reading “Babe Magnet: Batbug!”
Whatever happened to these guys? They were a blast when they came out in the late ’70s. Here’s the Bus Boys‘ promo video.
Better yet, whatever happened to The Paladins? Great 3-man flat head six rockabilly, and here they are live in Holland of all places. I saw them decades ago opening for The Fabulous Thunderbirds at the Golden Bear in Huntington Beach, California. Track down any of their records and you won’t be disappointed.
When I was dating the future Mrs. Strutts, we went to see the Paladins in L.A. Opening for them was Jimmy & the Mustangs.
Opening for the Paladins and the Mustangs: The Forbidden Pigs. Stand up bassman Billy Bacon was amazing, standing on it, rolling around with it, jamming it. At one point the drummer took a flip over his drumset to beat on the bass while Bacon fingered the chords. Great show.
This needs sound. Reminds me of “The Prisoner” series with Patrick McGoohan.
- “Where am I?”
- “In the Village.”
- “What do you want?”
- “Whose side are you on?”
- “That would be telling…. We want information. Information! INFORMATION!”
- “You won’t get it.”
- “By hook or by crook, we will.”
- “Who are you?”
- “The new Number Two.”
- “Who is Number One?”
- “You are Number Six.”
- “I am not a number — I am a free man!”
- (Laughter from Number Two.)
[Related post here.]
“When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy.” They told me I didn’t understand the assignment and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
[Quote from here.]
“Mom and I decided that you can have Aunt Evie’s car after all.”
[Image from somewhere in here.]
Been a while since we’ve posted a Genuine Babe Magnet. This isn’t one of them. Or maybe it is, despite being a non-driveable found POS with flat tires and a nitrogen/nematode power plant to propel it at a top speed of nothing with botanical detritus for the interior finish.
The exterior finish screams San Francisco, due to the 1960’s retro paint job. Naive college age girls with their effeminate art student boyfriends decorated this, and transformed a recyclable wreck into a recyclable wreck without salvageable parts. In other words, it’s an urban heap made worse.
This is NOT a babe magnet. It’s nothing more than an elevated canine/feline restroom with a groovy paint job, nominated to be protected as sacred street art by the SanFran Cilly Clowncil. Haul it away.
[Image Source here. Yep, the Russians found this before we did. Go figger.]
[Update 26 November 2008: According to loyal reader Julie, an expert on matters such as these, it’s a Toronto absurdity, not San Francisco as assumed reported. Read her comments in the section for comments section for her comments.]
[Shop drawings from the always excellent Hanuman. Video linked from here.]
In daylight it just screams “Outta My Way, Butthead!”
But at night, it whispers, “Vaporizer Ignition Sequence Activated.
T minus ten and counting…”
“Check it out at night. This baby can be driven from a seated or standing position, fully envelops five in an interior that’s cozily lit and decoratively carpeted, has a premium sound system, and a centrifugal clutch. Then there’s the external rust patina—better call Maaco right now, because next year this color’s going to be impossible to obtain. Oh, right…not licensed for use on public roads, and the whopping price tag does not include shipping and handling. It’s going to take a lot of handling to get this to your place. On the other hand, it could become your place with just a few minor alterations.”
Before I order it, I need to verify if the water cannon is included or if it’s an after market add-on. I still want it for neighborhood protection. Couldn’t verify the size of the cooler either, but I understand that the hologram projector is a standard option.
[Images and italicized description from here. Buy it for me, here.]
When you’re an 11-year-old girl at a sleep over, watching the results of “American Idol,” some things matter A LOT. [via Woosk.]
This is kinda cool, even though it’s contrived and the music drips with lameosity. Combines Picasso, Dali, Van Gogh and Escher imagery.
Thanks a wad to TR Commenter Breon for reminding me of the late great Danny Gatton. Here’s a kickass medley of Sun Records hits, in typical out-of-sync Utoobage fashion.
But I remember Gatton for THIS incredible stunt. (Phil, y’all pane-tension?)
Here’s Bunk’s favorite pissed-off blues crank, from Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Shortly after Vaughan passed on, Buddy Guy fronted SRV’s band, Double Trouble, on Austin City Limits in 1991. Here’s his tribute version of “You Better Leave My Little Girl Alone”.