Category: Odd
Whoa Moai
Please don’t step the Moai. They don’t appreciate it, and it annoys them. When the Moai get stepped, a trunkful of unpredictable awful happens, and you’re not going to like it. It’s much worse than breaking a mirror.
Somebody didn’t read the sign.
If you step the Moai, your karma will be affected, and it will take years to regain your former status. Think of it as being downdinged for a decade, in real life, by everyone.
[2nd image found here, and the history of the Moai is facinating – here.]
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trOmBAMA
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When he speaks, he blows,
And everyone knows:
Obama don’t play no trombone;
But were it a trumpet,
He’d blow like a strumpet,
And THIS IS THE WAY IT GOES.
Hello Cicada
Rain Puddle
[Found here.]
1937 – The Year of Cow Pants
From Popular Science for October, 1937.
[Found here.]
Waiting For Sundown
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I miss Drive-Ins. Let me rephrase that – I miss the memories of Drive-Ins. No, let’s try it again – I miss my false memories of Drive-Ins. For the most part Drive-Ins sucked donkeys.
Cold nights, steamed up windows, a full cooler of cheapo beer with crappy movies. Speakers that hung on the driver’s side window that played static in mono, and a whiny date who just wanted to go home because she was freezing and couldn’t stand my buddy in the back seat with his cold whiny date. Because of that, “Flesh Gordon” was one of my least favorite movies of all time.
Once I hid in the trunk with Danny Rat The Dirty White to get in free, getting CO poisoning, watching the B-movie double feature in a lawn chair with warm beer and a pounding headache. Yeah, fun times.
Years later a bunch of us piled into Pecker Pete’s van and went to a multi-screen Drive-In. By then the crappy speakers had been replaced with an antenna clip, so you could listen to the movie over AM radio on your own speakers.
Pecker didn’t have a radio, but at least one of us had seen each of the flicks. We parked in the middle of the lot and watched five movies at once, providing our own narration. The chicks dug it.
I don’t miss Drive-In theaters at all, except for when I do.
Saturday Matinee – Air Swimmers, Jaws, The Sonics, Petty Booka, and The Dead
Air Swimmers
“Jaws” in 60 seconds. Duh du duh du duh du…
The Sonics were definitely proto punk. “Psycho” from 1965.
Petty Booka featuring Petty and Booka. Nice harmonies with ukes.
Here’s The Grateful Dead’s version of Sam Cooke‘s “Let The Good Times Roll.”
End of summer back to school kinda music. Have a great Labor Day Weekend, folks, and be back tomorrow for more fun.
Tacky Raccoons 