“Honey, if anyone calls, I’m busy. See you in a coupla days.”
On the plus side, there are no worries if you run out of toilet paper as long as you’re familiar with the Spiegel catalog routine.
[Image found here.]
“Honey, if anyone calls, I’m busy. See you in a coupla days.”
On the plus side, there are no worries if you run out of toilet paper as long as you’re familiar with the Spiegel catalog routine.
[Image found here.]
There’s entirely waaaaay too much awesome in that photo and it all starts with
the olive carpet that moves to the brown paisley drapes with the cream scrim then to the air rattler in the window and HEY it’s a stereo Magnavox TV awww there’s a baby picture WHOA RABID FOX awww another baby picture WTF IS THAT WHITE THING and an odd looking glasstop credenza with an oriental tobacco box and a brass genie lamp and LOOKOUT IT’S A SHARK ASHTRAY!
Maybe that’s not how your eyes strolled around this picture, but it’s still Pure Awesome. I miss my grandparents. They’d never put up with garbage like this, because their garbage had class. Just like yours.
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Sculptural graffiti is cool. Painted vandalism is not. [Found here.]
[Found here.]
I don’t know how The HorrorPops missed showing up on my radar screen. Too much awesome in this psychobilly band from Denmark.
Before The HorrorPops came these guys. The M3T30RS‘ version of “Rawhide” ain’t too bad, especially considering they’re from the U.K., and according to some are the originators of psychobilly.
Antedating The M3T30RS came San Diego’s own Billy Bacon & The Forbidden Pigs, presented here in a gloriously crappy 35mm film. The missus and I were fortunate to see FP at their prime. Great show.
Just prior to The Forbidden Pigs, there were The Stray Cats, but y’all know about them.
Before The Stray Cats were even born, there was Eddie Cochran, arguably one of the most successful early Rockabilly recording artists. Sure it’s lipsynching but he faked the entire crowd out with the giant TV set, and his fans were given free chewing gum just to go along with it.
With that, have a great weekend, folks. See y’all back here tomorrow.
“Sibyl” was a popular made-for-TV-movie starring Sally Field as a profoundly schizophrenic girl named Shirley Ardell Mason, who supposedly had 16 separate personalities. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your point of view) the story was a fraud:
Please try to keep in mind that what you see in the film is only very loosely based on the real events in the life of Shirley Mason. The novel by Flora Schreiber is not a psychiatric case history. It is a fictionalized narrative, exaggerated for shock value, and the film even more so. It is not representative of the real Shirley Mason, her group, or her therapy. Films such as Three Faces of Eve and Sybil and shows like The United States of Tara should not be viewed as educational: they are not representative or models of “how a real multiple acts”.
Oh yeah. I’ve always dreamt of a good lookin’ strong woman with dried lizard carcasses in her hair. Reminds me of the song “Ventura Highway” for some odd reason that kinda escapes me right now, so I’m gonna ‘guana sumpm’ ess tamarra. [via]
[Found here.]