“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.]
Category: Odd
Saturday Matinee: Jerrie Thill, Ray McKinley, Gene Vincent & Clifford Stoll.
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.]
The .Gif Friday Post No. 68 – Eep!
Tough Decisions
[Image from Bits & Pieces.]
The .gif Friday Post 67: Vulcans Then and Now
Mullets of the Orient
Molluscan Graffiti
What Fairies REALLY Look Like
Joachim Knill uses the world’s largest portable polaroid camera for his amazing photos, including this one of a genuine live fairy.
And if you want to see a genuine dead fairy, click here, and be sure to check out the comments… over 1,400 of them, and counting. Join the Great Debate!
A Caveat is in order: One Bunk Strutts and one Metro had a very heated discussion in the comments section beginning in November 2008. We both walked away, bloody and sore, but survived the ordeal. That’s worth the price of admission by itself.
[Image from here, found via Uncertain Times.]
The .gif Friday Post No.66: BoogahBoogah
This Can Happen to YOU.
You’re driving along a secluded roadway with your older brother’s girlfriend and you find yourself surrounded by magical red bricks, hovering around your vintage 1948 Eelmobile.
A plaid alligator materializes in the rear seat and a coon hound jumps out of your hat. A phantom image of Franklin Delano Roosevelt swallowing a large jalapeno appears behind you, follows for a while, but vanishes before you have time to take notice. The speaker under the perforated dashboard blasts The Ramones to the rearview mirror above.
Meanwhile, the lights at 53rd Street and Third Avenue have stuck on green, causing mass confusion to pedestrians and vehicles.
At 57.4 mph, you, your brother’s babe and your bitchin’ ride are transported over the intersection, ten stories up, easily clearing the parapet of the L. Foosers Paperclips Building while the magic bricks swarm like mad rectangular prism hornets.
That’s when I usually wake up.
Tacky Raccoons 
