[Found here.]
I Don’t Know What It Means, But I Like It.
[Found here.]
[Found here.]
Okay. Let’s try to suss this one out.
There’s a throne with a hole, and a basin to catch the football that for some odd reason is located in front of the seat. There’s a megaphone to amplify the action, presumably to alert a nearby attendant that a goal has been scored. The attendant opens a small valve and dumps it on the floor. But then, um, it won’t, er, like, you know, it doesen’t, well, work and, uh, hmm. I give up.
Image Description: Subject: Chair with opening in the seat and a tub underneath with a spigot attached; for the purpose of producing steam baths to alleviate the pain of bladder stones.
And vice versa. Sometimes we find stuff that’s just too stupid to post, yet too inane to throw away. This is one of them.
[Found hair.]
[Found in here.]
15 Seconds.
Helicopter/Camera Synch. [via]
Happy Shining.
Big Splash.
BB King, Stevie Ray Vaughan & Etta James at the Ebony Showcase Theatre Los Angeles, 15 April 1987, with The Wicked Wilson Pickett‘s “Midnight Hour.” (Check out the amazing background of Nick Stewart, founder of the EST linked above.)
Great way to wrap up this edition of The Saturday Matinee. Have a great weekend folks, see you back here tomorrow.
If I was going to rip off a liquor store equipped with a surveillance camera, this is exactly how I’d do it, except that I’d use a trained emu instead. [Found here.]
Huh. The kid is eye-bawling directly into the other cameraman’s lens to show his pain, but I suspect that the snake was already dead. Is that a genuine un-cropped National Geographic photo? I don’t know, Babs, but I do know this.
NatGeo changed several years ago when her new editors veered from illuminating the fascinating fields of anthropology, zoology and botany, and began promoting the pop pseudo-science absurdity that “humans-are-destroying-the-universe.”
Now will someone please remove the snake carcass from that kid’s leg before he depletes his acting skills?
[Found here.]