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Hungarian artist Géza Szöllősi is someone I’d like to meet, if only to ask, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
Here’s a guy sitting around surfing the internet on taxidermy and a lightbulb goes off in his head. “Hey guys! Check it out! I’m gonna put a basketball bladder into a cow’s head!” and all his buddies snort Dreher’s beer out of their noses and spill their tallboys onto their laps to give him an enthusiastic thumbs up.
It’s a quiet day in the blogosphere when one of my favorite bloggers decides to call it quits. Steamboat McGoo has already poured acetone on Aardvarks & Asshats and melted all threads prior to January 2011. (A&A was always my first stop after Drudge. Go figger.)
Here’s to you, McGoo. May you continue to piss fire on whatever is in your way. –Bunk
[Update 4 March 2011: A big fat birdy just told me that the site may be changing hands. Film at 11.]
Questions arise occasionally on where we find topics for Tacky Raccoons. This particular post resulted from a long lost .gif animation that we found behind the Rec Room couch with the cat stuff:
A quick google search for toad lickers brought us to the Wikipuddle that mentioned The Church of the Toad of Light that in turn linked to another article that had a photo with a link entitled “Milking the Toad” that displayed this nice pen and ink sketch:
See how easy it is? Just follow your gut instincts, and you too can put up a unique and mildly disturbing post that is guaranteed to bring your blog traffic from specious sources especially when you link to this one. Now go milk them toads!
[Crossposted here.]
Above: The Hav-Mor Family ca. 1947. They performed at county fairs advertising fertilizer produced by The Tennessee Corporation. (Jack “Pop” Pettett is on the right blowing smoke; Ray Courts on banjo.)
Random Garfield Generator, because everything is funnier than Garfield.
Pleased to meet you. What’s your name? [via]
Long time listener, first time caller Ken forwarded us this link o’ golf bloopers.
What It’s Really Like To Work In A Music Store:
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
The Foxfire Project began in the early 1970s to preserve the folklore and knowledge of elderly rural Appalachians. Through taped and written interviews, high school students amassed enough stories for several volumes of pure Americana. They’re available in .pdf format here, other sources here. (The files are huge, might take some time to download.)
Andrea Joseph’s Sketchbook is teh awesome.
Here is an illustration of the inspiration for Chester Carlson’s world famous invention. Guess what it was before you Google him. Seriously.
[Found here.]
Now THIS should be awesome. Part I of Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” is scheduled for release on 15 April 2011, and the date is no coincidence. I guarantee the movie will be trashed by leftists even before it’s released, just as Terry Gilliam’s great movie “Brazil” was panned.
Meanwhile, for those of you who don’t know how to put ice in a cup and fill it with soda, and can’t follow directions as simple as “put ice in the cup and fill it with soda,” here’s Wendy’s Rap Tutorial.
How a song was born. A lotta glorious awesome was congregated in that room and recorded on celluloid.
And with that, we’re out. See you back here tomorrow for more fun.
“Sibyl” was a popular made-for-TV-movie starring Sally Field as a profoundly schizophrenic girl named Shirley Ardell Mason, who supposedly had 16 separate personalities. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your point of view) the story was a fraud:
Please try to keep in mind that what you see in the film is only very loosely based on the real events in the life of Shirley Mason. The novel by Flora Schreiber is not a psychiatric case history. It is a fictionalized narrative, exaggerated for shock value, and the film even more so. It is not representative of the real Shirley Mason, her group, or her therapy. Films such as Three Faces of Eve and Sybil and shows like The United States of Tara should not be viewed as educational: they are not representative or models of “how a real multiple acts”.
Wish I’d thought of that. Of course around here, you’d need a business license, a permit to perform in public, a Conditional Use Permit, construction permits, an occupancy permit, a permit for signage, proof of $1M in liability insurance and an ID number for tax purposes. Oh, and a toilet room. All that just to make a little pocket change and entertain some people.
[Image found somewhere in here.]
Noche de Rabanos (Night of the Radishes) takes place every year, on the 23rd of December, in Oaxaca,Spain and is one of the most impressive vegetable festivals around the world.
The radish was brought to the Americas in the 16th century, and back then the vendors used to carve them and use them on their market stalls to attract customers. Although the origins of the festival cannot be traced to an exact period, it is considered that it all began in the year 1897, when the mayor of Oaxaca organized the first radish-art exposition. Everever since that first celebration, every year, this humble vegetable is meticulously carved into animals, warriors, kings, dancers and pretty much any shape you can imagine. The artists sometimes make use of other vegetables, like onion or lettuce to complete their work. There’s also a prize for the most beautiful piece displayed.
The carver’s work begins about three days in advance and on the 23rd of December, the day of the festival, the results of all their hard work is presented to the public. On that same day, especially in the morning, children have the chance to learn this incredible art of radish-carving, or at least some of its secrets.
The celebrations don’t end that day. They continue on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with other joyful “fiestas”, parades of floats, fireworks music and dancing.
[More images here.]
Almost missed it, but Happy Birthday, Axe Cop!
From Futility Closet:
In 1900, evidently tired of initiating pledges by hand, Edmund and Ulysses de Moulin decided to automate the process.With their “initiating device,” the applicant is blindfolded, placed in position, and told to pull the handles to test his strength. When he does so, the paddle spanks him and an electric shock passes through his arms, “making the sensation rather unique.”
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