Bunkarina and the Missus were at the 99¢ Store (where everything is cleverly priced at 99.9999¢ so they don’t have to rename it) and found this great display for readin’, writin’ & rigor mortis.
Time to start boning up for test time, kids.
Category: Bizarre
“I Am Eating Candy.”
Although the book is sixty years old, Viktor Lowenfeld described the childhood stages of perception, via drawing and painting, and included a section on the blind and deaf. Lowenfeld was very perceptive and astute in using art to measure the mental progress of young ‘uns.
“I Am Eating Candy” is the title of a clay sculpture by an 11 year old blind and deaf girl who attended the Perkins Institution for the Blind in the late 1940s. It’s from a book entitled “Creative and Mental Growth – A Textbook on Art Education,” by Viktor Lowenfeld, Pennsylvania State College, published by The Macmillan Company, New York, 1950. Here’s the full plate:
I’m tempted to scan the entire book into .pdf format… it’s that awesome.
Nose Harp
[Found in Strider’s awesome collection of crap.]
How To REALLY Piss Off A Golden Retriever – Part 2
Blown Away
Don’t read too much into it, I just liked the colors. The duckie survived, unharmed, except for a couple of piercings.
[Image found in here.]
Prove it.
The more I study this photo the funnier it gets. Obviously the guy got tired of repeatedly answering the same question, so there must have been a lot of people stopping by unannounced.
The answer to the puzzle appears to be the unusual scarecrow behind him – a giant snake head that waves in the breeze, overlooking a field of bird and bunny food and disturbing the neighbors for miles around. I want one.
[Image found somewhere in here.]
Be A Queen Bee? I’ll Pass.
It’s a complete mystery. Nobody knows exactly what went down in the San Fernando Valley in 1983 except for one proud lady displaying her bowling balls that she grew from seeds.
But that poster… creep city. An overweight one-armed busty yellow jacket with spit curls offsets the mysterious code on the right, below which is a secret symbol, kind of an anti-yin-yang deal. I smell evil.
[Image found here.]
Hulkmobile Babe Magnet
Saturday Matinee – Mull, Martin, Plastics, Grisman & Garcia, King & Preston &, um, Willis
Martin Mull in 1973 gets back to his roots in the Lake Erie delta.
Martin Mull’s college roommate was Steve Martin who was no slouch on banjo.
Awesome. I can play the plastic scale, too, but putting it into a high-speed vid makes the grade.
Now THIS is really annoying, so much so that I’m not going to post it here. You’re on you’re own, and I dare you to listen to the whole tutorial. I couldn’t do it, but I can listen through this:
David Grisman & Jerry Garcia doing B.B. King’s classic “Thrill is Gone.”
To close it out, here’s B.B. King himself with Billy Preston and, um, Bruce Willis on harp. Have a great weekend folks, and remember that most of us can play harp better than Bruce Willis, who’s got no business at all in that lineup.
Tacky Raccoons 