now browsing by tag
I think it’s the lady on the upper right. She can’t be bothered with having a period, and makes her husband do it.
Today is the 39th anniversary of the eruption of Mount St. Helens, May 18th 1980. I was just 20 then, and barely noticed the ash fall; I lived and worked in the gritty industrial area around Seattle’s Harbor Island. My car was always covered with gritty crap anyway. Then again, my girlfriend at the time was living in Spokane, and they had to put pantyhose over their carburetors, which was a popular car part at the time.
A whole industry sprang up overnight, many souvenirs purported to contain the oddly valuable ash. And then there were the books and VHS tapes (ask your mom).
There was the lodge caretaker who refused to be evacuated, because before his wife passed away they had vowed to never leave Spirit Lake.
Mr. Truman lived at the lodge with his 16 cats right up to the end. (Although I have it on good authority that cat 14 said “Screw this! I’m out of here!” and left the week before. Animals can sense these things.)
There was a National Geographic photographer and others who perished up there too. Mother nature always wins.
Used to be some gasoline had a proprietary antiknock compound in it called “Ethyl”. If I had been old enough to be a gas station attendant back then, and if someone asked for the gas with Ethyl in it, I would have been obligated to mutter “If Ethyl don’t mind!” and then spill gas on the side of their car. I saw the movie “Duel” again recently, and it reminded me.
I saw that movie when I was 13 and ever since then, my family has had to deal with me exclaiming “You can’t beat me on the grade!!” whenever driving uphill.
The famed Pioneer Club lays it on the line in this 1948 gaming guide;
“Maybe you’ll TAKE the SLOT MACHINES… or vice versa!” Nevermind the BS below that about being pleasantly surprised… Vice Versa it is, and by the time you leave, you will be well versed in the vices.
The February, 1956 edition of Town Journal magazine predicted cars would be controlled by devices embedded in the pavement. They didn’t see the advances in optics and electronics enabling self-driving cars to use any pavement.
Apparently game playing technology was not expected to improve- This family is playing dominos, I think. I don’t think they are even wearing seat belts. Who needs them when the car is driving?
The article was mostly about how electricity would make your life better. Television “screens” will hang on the walls. An electric heat pump will use outside air to cool your house in summer, heat it in winter. Also, Your food will cook in seconds instead of hours.
Aside from the fact that we don’t all drive Batmobiles, these predictions from “America’s Electric Light and Power Companies” are pretty accurate. I wonder what today’s power companies foresee for the year 2082.
I don’t care how new and improved it is, drinking dishwashing liquid is a bad idea.
Teresa got an old photo album at the Goodwill for some project, and there were several pictures of this badass left in there; no one else.
This is my favorite of the batch, she’s smoking with one hand but has a butcher knife in the other. It looks like a guy’s apartment, or maybe that’s her Madonna poster? I thought this photo was from the 80’s but Madonna’s Erotica album was released in 1992. So she must be in her mid to late 40’s now. The Photo Album Girl Enigma. Let’s call her P.A.G.E.
I accidentally dug up this weird scratch pad that I bought at a garage sale, maybe thirty years ago? for ten cents. It has maybe 200 pages, each with a different drawing at the bottom or top, from the twisted mind of B. Kliban
Had a lot of trouble googling the artist because I thought the drawings were signed “BK Wilson” – I mean look at it… How do you get to “Kliban” from there? Finally I googled “Scott laughed hard when Wanda brought home the contaminated cheese” and that got me where I wanted to go.
Mr. Kliban died at 55, way too young. I recognize some of his cat themed work, but his book on cartooning, and a compilation from his work at Playboy magazine, these go for $35 and up on eBaY. Not that I would part with it if I had it.
There is something wrong with this, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Apparently pigs used to brush their teeth with their own hair? The “photomicrographs” make me want a hog bristle toothbrush, it looks like it would get between teeth better than rounded plastic bristles.
Ma pig is just set in her ways.