This only looks good because of their helmets. Anyone else notice how cool their helmets are? Oh those French people and their panache. Yes, some of the antique models even have feathers in them.
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- Comment on French Firefighters (2020-02-04 05:51:30)
This only looks good because of their helmets. Anyone else notice how cool their helmets are? Oh those French people and their panache. Yes, some of the antique models even have feathers in them. - Comment on out of your league (2020-02-04 05:39:05)
How is one meant to determine if the consciousness controlling the body is indeed the legal owner of said body? Surely Adverse Possession would apply. So, said spectral interloper would need to hang around in there for, oh, a good ten years, make some improvements to the real estate. Overnight? A few hours? Peh, that's plain ol' hijacking. - Comment on ALBUMS (2020-02-04 03:22:15)
Oh thatlooks funny now. Shoulda been down the bottom, I just don't like replying to myself... :u - Comment on ALBUMS (2020-02-04 03:21:06)
You might recall a couple of galleries of sketchbooks of famous clients made by Danish psychiatrist Dr Jorn Dengelblum. Who operated out of a fancy short stay asylum with a Day Spa attached? Who was liberal with his use of psychedelics in session? Who is known in some circles you won't find an any self-referential and respecting textbook as the Weird Uncle of Psychoanalysis? These are from his as-yet unpublished work "Rare Pupper Therapie", which translates to Weird Boobs Therapy, a little joke on Dengelblum's part about Norway and also, like all good things to do with the healing arts, carrying a deep undercurrent of earnest love and science. Dengelblum's theory was, you see, was based in congnitive dissonance. All of these are "What might have been" covers, de-identified in some way so as to avoid the most obvious lawsuits. Dengelblum would place each album side by side on a stand on a table in the centre of a darkened room. The subject in therapy would be dosed-up with LSD then seated in front of the albums, in near-complete darkness, wearing the best headphones known to science. They looked a little like those orange foam numbers on a Sony Walkman, only with antennae. The iconic pop culture album would begin to play, forwards in one ear, backwards in the other (at the same time) while the lights slowly came up to reveal the album under what Dengelblum called "Screwtiny". He had quite the accent, alright. The idea was the pop culture iconography would dissolve and reform into a new amalgam in the subject's mind. The theraphy only worked on people who knew the iconic album art in question, which wasn't a problem with this lot. The muisic, not so much; it even made it worse for those who enjoyed the albums, see if you can imagine, from top left, clockwise: Oh, and at intervals, Dengelblum would intone "Remember, these are both versions of the same piece of art". They are - Michael Jackson: Thriller Led Zeppelin: Houses of the Holy Original Broadway Cast: Cats Queen: II Simon and Garfunkel: Bridge Over Troubled Water Nirvana: Nevermind Dengelblum reported some success in treatment of his wealthy and famous clientele for their creative blockages. JK Rowling came to him after she finished the Potter series. After everyone thought she had, at any rate. Madonna has been to see him, as has Salman Rushdie. Even more interesting, there is a direct link from these sessions to the proliferation of superhero movies in the past bunch of years. Over 48% of all people working on any given Marvel or DC film have directly accessed at least one Rare papper Therapie session, or their parents did. You can still go and have a session with Dengelblum, so long as you can find where he lives in the wilds of Denmark. All very hush hush, it doesn't do to confuse people about pop culture icons, these beacons of sense-making in a crazy world. St Peter's Sign in book has a Dark Side of the Moon sticker on it, which must be reassuring for the newly-deceased. - Comment on ALBUMS (2020-02-04 01:23:17)
These are all side-projects of artists famous for other things. Most instantly recognizable arists in iconic roles find it hard to step out of character, such as Kermit the Frog, Homer Simpson, and Bruce Willis. Not this lot. Clockwise from top left: This one's from 1974. Ronawaga Starchu aka Anthony Daniels aka C-3PO. Some Star Wars fans to this day refuse to hear that there's a man under that gold skin. In 1978 no-one wanted to hear that under the man skin was a Mr Potato head covered in an old stocking and some chicken parts jammed on top of a lawn tennis pole. Recydywa is a Zulu word meaning "layers", a robotics technique developed in a South African landfill site by the reclusive genius Hans Mbunta. After the success of Star Wars, Mbunta moved to MIT where he works to this day. Perhaps he got too good at his craft because not only was Yoda one of his creations, so too is Kylo Ren and possibly ... yeah who cares about Star Wars. Smurfette, letting her hair down after being the only woman in a village full of men, which might sound pretty great ... no, hangon. Milton Boyd aka Annoying Orange. He wanted to call this "A double-pressing marmalaid" but his producer taled him out of what would mar a serious jam with lyrics themed around memetic viruses and the dying of the corded phone as a concept. It is strange how we've lost cords in the main and are yet more tied to out phones, isn't it? Is the standout track on the album, which didn't grab listeners as this was 1975. A rare Peel Sessions edition sells for over 9k on Discogs. Cera, Ltittlefoot, Ducky, Petrie and Littlefoot, yes it's the Land Before Time gang. Already musically gfited, this was a good record, deserves to be in the Yellowman pile. Just fell between the "too mature for the kids" and "I'm not too sure about so many songs about scat" for adults. Most adults, that is. Tom Servo of course. Getting in touch with his Finnish Melodic Folk Metal side. He opened for Rammstein in Belarus, in 2001, at the Killijukkehenienenjajayodeljaha festival. The merchandise featured Tom, aka RFC, because the fesitval name was too bloody long for a t-shirt, and that's saying something in a country where the women grow larger breasts just to wear their favourite band names with pride. Lastly, this isn't an album at all but a successful Seatlle Zoo escape carried out by a Timber wolf named Bo, a Mandrill named Karen, and five flamingos. They disguised themselves like this and because everyone knows werewolves don't walk around in borad daylight, they walked right out the gates and into the wilds. Some say this is actually dave Grohl. Figures. Ah, migration. If you're wading out of mud, it's real fucking slow going. - Comment on ALBUMS (2020-02-03 12:27:13)
Hey, I did a couple a ... few ... was it that long ago? Jedi. Storms. I read the place on the regular, have a smile at stuff you say, what you couldn't tell? You guys have warmed the sub-cockles of my upside-down heart, you know that? Cheers. Truly. All good here; I've been tied up. I'd ham up the Outback bloke thing, but you've been to Outback Steakhouse, right? I get regular Ghostbuster call outs from a red hot Huey Lewis look-alike (sorta look alike but definitely red hot), to the tune of "I want a new drug", and aimed at me wrangling the weirdness such as on diplay, at least a little bit. Code-Red-420s, I call 'em. Jaw-cracking yawn here, fuck. That hit me hard. I'll see you guys in a bit. Ha, yeah. I'm not quite at describing these. I didn't want you worrying. - Comment on ALBUMS (2020-01-19 11:05:14)
Hmmm not real sure about this one, does my font look big in this? aka Bad hurrr day. anyway - Six artists who blew their entire budget on personal styling, so much so that they could not afford anybackup singers, catering, fancy instruments like cowbells or maracas, and no studio props for the photoshoots, just stood up against a wall and got snapped. The items counterclockwise from top right: 1) The ruched and ruffled shirt that David Vitolka is wearing here is made from a sixty foot bolt of naked mole rat skins. Seven thousand skins went into the shirt, which is completely ruched and ruffled, not just the front. The matching apricot tuxedo and bow tie is made from melted down Barbie dolls by an artist from New Mexico by the name of Randy Guoulash, who was happy to be paid in backup singers for his work. 2) The cock of the rock [yep] inspired hairstyle of I think this is li'l wayne? No, that was made of roofing insulation, shaved into shape and covered with varnish and candy floss. Cheap. The pocket handkerchief is where the pricey priceless factor somes in - it belonged to Joan of Arc, and survived the flames of her execution. Wayne bought it at a charity auction on a cruise ship off Miami because he liked the lucky snot embedded in the corner - it looked like a mongrammed W. The previous owner swore it was a Q, but he only had one eye and that one was made of glass. I know, I never said these guys made sensible or even sane satrorial decisions. 3) Tony's watch - a Breitaqualung, made in Bazel in 1960 - has 47 jewels, a face made from space laser crystal, is waterproof to 3,000 metres and so cool Steve McQueen said he couldn't be the celebrity face for it, because it made him feel like Jerry Lewis to wear, that's how cool it is. 4) Those shoes are made from real butter, and expensive for the mechanisms inside that keep the butter from melting. 5) His hairpiece is made from the last Unicorn's beard. 6) Genuine Aztec artifact made from dead cats spraypainted gold and a bunch of souvenir keyrings. Fave emerald detailing. All cheap. The cape is a Caravaggio painting - "Garden of Eden before there was much in it", repurposed by none other than Randy Goulash, who stole it from a Nazi while serving overseas. All the items can be seen in the Dallas Museum of High Fashion, where they continue to educate schoolkids and anyone with an interest in good taste such as Shia LeBeouf, who is a patron of the museum and visits once every few years. He begs for the cape every time, and is allowed to at least wear it and go get burgers for the museum staff. - Comment on ALBUMS (2020-01-18 18:59:58)
Ah. This is the menu at Burgerslut Restuarant, Boris Trajkovski, Skopje 1000, North Macedonia. From the top, clockwise, because hey that Slavic language is tough as a tourtist so you can point to a number: 1: Cornsnakes on you Cornhole: A plate of basghetti with meatballs sitting on an open brioche bun, drizzled with horseradish and served with a tall glass of lemonade. 388??? 2: Electric Eels lady with beer bater fries: Calamari or maybe eel on a bed of lettuce and chips, freshly-squeezed lemon and tartare sauce in a mound on top. 554??? 3: Caeser salad: The classic recipe, served with an egg, bacon, shaved parmesan, aoeli, baby beetroot and extra cos 543??? anchovies 33??? extra 355??? extra again to stop it crying. 4: Pantherman Beef Burger: Six gristly patties served with onions that you can really bigtime hearty claw your way out of 355??? 5: Seafood Basket Case: A whole baby deep fried to perfection. [the word "corgi" is added into most copeis in marker pen though the owner missed a couple]. do point it out if you get one, he's had a lot of trouble over that. 644??? 6: Hun- Gree Invader Zimp Ribs and maybe some other cuts on a huge tray 500??? cooking 55??? extra. Just kidding, fuck off, we don;t have a deep fryer big enough and besides are you a pussy or something?! The English isnt great, and the prices a bit much, but the waiters dressed in revealing coleslaw-fabric bodysuits is worth it. The food? Dunno, looks more authentic than Outback Steakhouse, at least. Facebook displays the kiddies menu, you have to go to some far-flung corners of the internet to find the real thing. mMM MM, right? - Comment on Fighting Back Moving Forward (2020-01-18 18:37:20)
She certainly knows how to draw attention to transgender issues. Is she daring people to comment on the no-no to asking about surgery (unless in rare circumsances) issue? At least think about it? maybe. She was arguing for rules to change. I'd like to make an argument for the renaissance of the codpiece as a fashion item. Also for more men to wear skirts, so they become standard option, but that's a different issue. - Comment on Wonder Woman 84 Poster (2020-01-18 18:23:50)
Costume needs more shoulder pad width, some pastel neon piping, and a slight flare on the hips. Nothing tacky, just why go back to 1984 if you're not gonna rock it. ps Soups' costume is designed with the Pentateuch firmly in mind. - Comment on Trump supporters be like (2020-01-18 18:13:45)
Apart from this being sad, seriously, that's real rustick poverty and supporting someone who would never have ... does he sit on porches with folks like that and chat about their lives and hopes? Has he ever? apart from that - uh, is that a shooting hide out front? - Comment on What I Learned Trying to Copyright My Own Feet Pics (2020-01-18 18:08:00)
One popular theory - "The authors reviewed historical literature and hypothesized a relationship between epidemics of sexually transmitted diseases and foot fetishism. They tested this hypothesis by quantifying foot-fetish depictions in the mass-circulation pornographic literature during a 30-yr. interval. An exponential increase was noted during the period of the current AIDS epidemic." Here ? I like that it's called podophilia, and agreed Tiki, diffrn't strokes and all. Feet are feet to me, I do enjoy ballet dancers' feet, not sexually but to marvel at in contrast to their lightness and floaty tulle when they're in classical costume - those feet take a pounding and get bent over the years into ... ah it does sound sexual doesn't it? Haha, nope. Link - Comment on Harlan Ellison — Pay the Writer (2020-01-18 17:42:42)
"People ask me where I get my ideas. I always tell them, “Schenectady.” They look at me with confusion and I say, “Yeah, there’s this ‘idea service’ in Schenectady and every week like clockwork they send me a fresh six-pack of ideas for 25 bucks.” Every time I say that at a college lecture there’s always some schmuck who comes up to me and wants the address of the service." Harlan Ellison. Not what I was looking for, but it fits. I read a piece by him about where he got some of his ideas, there was a lot of sideslippy wordplay and loose thoughts, anyway. I can imagine him still ranting charmingly wherever he's gone. Enjoyable clip, thanks. I don't imagine that woman appreciated what she was getting on the other end of that call XD - Comment on Effective Immediately, NESFW Posts Will Not Display In RSS (2020-01-18 08:39:34)
Lampoonography, maybe. Scomo has a shitton to answer for, this not minor, not at all >:( - Comment on ALBUMS (2020-01-18 08:22:54)
These might look like artists posed with non-human animals, either hired from Hollywood wranglers or basically harrassed spontaneously on some farm, but that's not what is going on at all. Each of these features non-human animal artists in their own right. Clockwise from top left: 1) Shag Connors was a Hereford bull who was born with legs that looked oddly like human els in a bull suit. The farming family where he grew up taught him to tapdance and beatbox. Far from being a novetly act, Shag toured internationally with his band The Carrot Crunchers and was instrumental in influencing early hip hop, especially Grandmaster Flash. You can hear samples of three of Shags's stomachs on the seminal classic, The Message. 2) Stuckey was the pony, and Murray was her unicorn identity. Look into any Otherkin's family bestiary and you'll find Stuckey and Murray, who are like the Liza Minelli and Judy Garland entertainer inspiration of the gay community in terms of star power influence, except with more geneaology and soul-sharing. The guys are stablehands who the recod label felt were necessary, much to Stuckey and Murray's ire, to soften what they described as "too horny by half and a bit weird". The title was changed, too, from "Mythical hornication", which really pissed the groundbreaking artist(s) off. 3) Paul Jones is the pig. No, the dog, no, the bunny... much like that scene in spartacus, this is how the five of them evaded being killed one Christmas when Farmer Miggins came out and called "Paul Jones!?!", wicked knife in hand. "I'm Paul Jones!", which Miggins quickly realised had incredible A Capella potential and taught them all a few tunes. Here he is with the clown paint. The guy in the middle is Paul Jones the bantam rooster, with some make-up on. Amazing how a comb-over transforms one's features, isn't it? 4) Bent Fabric, a cheeky fellow even by Capuchin monkey standards, was a close firend of Tom waits and played on Frank's Wild Years. He wrote "Telephone Call from Istanbul" and can be heard on that track shaking his peanuts in their shells maracas like there's no tomorrow. Bent died of an overdose of heroin-laced bananas, with a smile on his face. just like the one he wore on stage organ grinding. 5) Big Bear on the left. Slightly Smaller Bear, his less talented and overshadowed brother who also held him together and went on to make a lot of money in spa pools in the late 90s, on the right. Big Bear had a tumour shaped like a man growing out of his shoulder, which he rocked in grizzly style. It killed him eventually, due to gold chains Big Bear decorated it with catching in an overhead fan and maybe that was really crack it sure sounds implausible, even the cornoner thought so but couldn't be sure due to not having a veterinary degree. Oh and two other bears there, Muscle Bears. This was LA, after all. 6) Lastly Lane "Mc Ribs" Steinberg and his magical pony, Nobs McGee. Nobs McGee had tiny arms and hands. Lane had hoped the Pegasus wings would distract from this, but they didn't and the sleeve had to be sold wrapped in brown paper because it gave everyone who saw it nightmares. Lane was sensitive about his small stature, and liked that Nobs measured him at 34 hands tall, when the standard hands topped him out at 10. Why was Nobs a pony? Before there was Mr Hands, there was Nobs McGee. Really, it's about the music, right, in this case, music so cool Sonic Youth count Lane as a major influnece. Non-human animal artists died out in the early 90s due to video and the rise of the conventionally sexy star, as well as tightening quarantine laws worldwide which meant they couldn't tour without huge hassles. They are one of the few non-human animal forms of commercialism that PETA supports. have a listen to Paul Jones' rendition of "Banana Boat Song" and you will see why.