



Oh, yeah, um, today is “Inappropriate Card Day.” Do it for Diesel.

“The Dancing Venus of Galgenberg is unique. Her head and limbs are carefully depicted, and even accented with openings in the stone. Her left arm is raised with the hand behind the head. She stands with her weight resting insouciantly on one foot, and the right hand is placed on the hip. One breast is shown in profile, the other is carved in low relief. In my column, I drew attention to Betty Grable’s familiar pose.
“The Dancing Venus is no Mother Goddess. This is a chick with sex appeal. Cheesecake since the dawn of time.“
Really. Someone needs to get a life. Continue reading “Cheesecake from the Dawn of Time? Nah.”

I suspect the shower is in the main entry.

“Number 27, sorry, you’re too tall.”
“Number 28, ah, work on your voice. The pitch just doesn’t seem right for the part.”
“Number 29, get out. I’ve got no time for jokers. Next.”
[Image from Cool Aggregator.]

We know nothing about this photo except that it is an excellent depiction of an afterthought from someone apparently named “Satellite.” He had a great (yet vague) directive for all passersby to “Stop Abusing.” Good thing he clarified it, otherwise he’d look like a moron.
We have a very eclectic combination this weekend. You’re gonna like ’em.
Oddness alert: Jerrie Thill, and Allee Willis. [Found here.]
Ray McKinley‘s band with “Big Boy” (featuring Imogene Lynn) and “Jive Bomber.” These appeared in a 1942 short that included “St. Louis Blues.”
Gene Vincent & the Blue Caps’ “Baby Blue” from the 1958 movie “Hot Rod Gang.” Oh yeah.
18 Minutes with Clifford Stoll, an amazing guy with a lot of things he’s not going to talk about. (This is the same guy who more recently was mocked for a Newsweek article he wrote in 1995 regarding the future of the Internest… and was wrong.) I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the inspiration for Dr. Emmet Brown, played by Christopher Lloyd, in the movie “Back To The Future.” This one is mandatory viewing here, so grab a snack and a beverage and watch the whole thing.
[Found at Neatorama.]

[Image from Bits & Pieces.]
God I hate these things, but I take it as a kind of compliment/curse. Aerchie tagged me with this:
“Your ship has sunk. You have, of course, been stranded on a deserted island. You have salvaged a copy of the King James Version of the Bible and a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare. Nothing else.
“The very next day you find one of those Arabian Lamps in the sand. Of course, you rub it and, of course, a rather grumpy Genie appears.
“‘Let’s get this straight – there is a recession going on. There are restrictions on the three wishes now. I don’t do water or air transport now so no boats, planes or magic carpets. As for electronics, forget it. There isn’t the infrastructure on this island.
“‘I can let you have one book and I mean one VOLUME, one essential item and one luxury item. Now hurry up and make your choices, I have to get to those five other islands you are going nominate.'”
So I choose:
Book: “Guide to Survival” by Rich Johnson (or a 1940’s edition of “The Boy Scout Handbook”).
Essential Item: A Dutch Oven.
Luxury Item: Whoa. That’s a tough one since all items are luxury items in this scenario. I could score points on the homefront by choosing a family photo of Mrs. Strutts, Bunkarina and Bunkessa, to give me hope for survival, but the photo would deteriorate over time. So for the “Luxury Item” I choose self-controlled lucid hallucinations of my own memories.
“’OK, that is easily handled. So, where am I off to next?’”
Oh man am I gonna piss off some folks. Sorry guys. (Lemme know how YOU combat this annoyance.) Here we go, genii:
Amy, Casual Jen, CC, Phil, VE.