Gawd I hate posting stuff like this, except that from now on I have a recorded claim as the originator of the first “LOL PEN” post on the internest, just like I can claim authorship of the first post on the internest for Igde Pshat. (Go ask Mr. Google if you don’t believe me.) Some days, I’m just so entirely bitchin’ that I amaze myself. Happens once every 3 to 4 years. Or less. Sometimes. Or not.
[Oh yeah… Happy May Day to all the socialists of the world. You don’t own me either.]
There is something inherently wrong with this picture besides the pre-Herman Munster helmet hairdo. Jerry Mathers and Hugh Beaumont are both missing, for one.
For two, the age difference between Barbara Billingsley and Tony Dow can’t be ignored, even though Ms. B is/was a young middleaged earringed pearl-necklaced high-protruding-cheekboned lookin’ babe. Or not. But there is no question that she had at least ten years of vixen experience on Dow, and had the largest pair of cheekbones on the set.
The “eew” factor kicks in right about now. Okay, stop it. Sorry I brought it up. For you trivia hounds, her TV name was June Evelyn Bronson Cleaver. His name was Wallace.
[Image scanned from the OCR, 29 April 2008, then dolled up a tad.]
Some time ago I ran across a great collection of illustrations by professional illustrators of children’s illustrations of monsters, in a side-by-side format. I was unable to find the original source (possibly somewhere in DRB) for the images below, but here is a link to the site of one of the artists, Dave Devries, who certainly had something to do with the concept. He’s got a great collection of work and related stuff for sale, too.
All he wanted was a hug.
And right about that time, the bear spotted the OTHER photographer…
[Excellent images from VE’s Fantastical Nonsense.}
Every Feature Presentation should be preceded by at least one movie trailer and a short animation. Here at TR we do things differently.
Just so you’re not disappointed with the Feature Presentation when the trailer and animation clips are so much better, here’s Annette grooving with Fishbone.
Requisite Movie Trailer clip… The Darwin Awards, coming to a DVD player near you.
Here’s a great animated short by Ivan Maximov: Provincial School.
And what the heck. Here’s a brief history of Ska. [Looks like a young Mick Jagger with Brian Jones in there after the “Flamingo” sign at 6:50.]
Beijing, China (Strutts News Services)
Olympic athelete Jorge “El Pedo Blanco” Perez was (posthumously) awarded the Gold Medal, finishing first in the 30 Meter Men’s Flatulence Competition on Thursday.
While hovering near an open flame just past the finish line, Mr. Perez ignited, and launched himself from the arena leaving a bright trail of orange and green sparks. Mr. Perez has not been seen or heard from since, but his memory lives on as an inspiration to all those who follow in his footsteps.
In English, “El Pedo” roughly translates as “Hoverman.” Congratulations, Jorge, wherever you are.
28 IF (or not).
Featuring “The Long and Winding Rowan.”
Beat the Meatles.
“For the Benefit of Mr. T, there will be a foo who see
dat we ain’t gonna take no mo’ dat jibba jabba
at Bishop’s Gate…”
“One Shlep Beyond…”
[.Gif from GrowABrain, others from here via AmyOops.]
Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.
Today I am multitasking. (For some bizarre reason that I can’t explain, the name of Ray Nagin, Mayor of New Orleans, keeps popping up).
I had an idea for a bifurcated double-decker bus designed to drive in large drainage tunnels, spiraling all the way through. Although it would definitely need driver and passenger harnesses, who wouldn’t want to go to school in this?
I patted myself on the back for coming up with such a novel and absurd idea.
Then, while doing a Patent search prior to filing one, I found that another smartass beat me to it, and now I’m out of excuses for not mowing the lawn.
[Original undoctored image from somewhere in here.]
Here on the Miracle Mile we have the world’s largest selection of
Large Portly Regular Thin and Long.
“…that’s right. ‘Retro’ is the new hot look this spring. This one is called ‘The Dhow’ for obvious reasons.”
[Image from here.]
Actually, he’s about to start popping pavers, and unless he puts chocks under all four wheels he’s gonna end up in the pool on the other side of the fence.
Still, I wanna hear what THIS sounds like on THAT system. When this guy parks, all conversation stops south of the Aural Assault Vehicle (AAV), unless one is well versed in ASL, or you happen to be a quarter mile away and approaching from the north.
Rain? No worries. Just power it up, hit PLAY INDIE/TECHNO MIX, and raindrops are vaporized into winter dogbreath within a nineteen-foot diameter hemisphere, as the AAV self-propels itself down Interstate 10 on sound waves alone. Pure efficient genius.
Does he have a chance with the babes? Certainly, but in order to score he’s gonna hafta take requests and blast chick music with the volume set at 11. That’s when he risks being pounded into red applesauce by a dozen bikers roaring in from the next county over who don’t have an affinity for Hannah Montana.
Better stick with Hendrix and Steppenwolf, bro.
[Image from here.]
Tacky Raccoons 