Wednesday, September 9, 2009
The greatest part about that movie is when, after the big adventure is over and the parents and kids are on the beach, a town sheriff points to the group and says: "Hey, it's them Goobers!"
How an you not love the schtick being acted out here: Larry in a full-body moon man suit, Moe too lazy to change out of his regular duds, Curly-Joe too fat for anything but the helmet. I mean, look at Larry and Moe acting their asses off! You gotta admire those guys. I know I do.
I found this in a magazine from the 70's while I was cleaning out the garage. The sheer artistry of this comic brings tears to my eyes.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Remember the Krofft TV show Land of the Lost? You know, with the Sleestaks? Well, this is a sketch I did of an episode where Holly meets her older self, who helps her out of a jam. (it's a really weird show. Just go with it.)
I wish I had hair like that 70's actress.
This is my favorite image of Jayne Mansfield. Why? Because she is completely beautiful, yet totally human. See the stretch marks along her hips and at the tops of her breasts? Her sort-of flat rear end? These flaws make her even more fabulous to me, just for the sheer chutzpah that she had, bless her heart.
The reason why Ted Knight is so cool is because he lent his authoritative voice to so many superhero cartoons like Super Friends (1973), The New Scooby-Doo Movies (1972), The Batman/Superman Hour (1968) and the Superman/Aquaman Hour of Adventure (1967). The title "Hi Guys" is so simple, so dumb, that it just makes me giggle a little.
I picked this 45 up for a dollar, but it didn't have the record inside. My interest was piqued by his obvious stage-name, "Eric" (like the Viking), "Saxon" (like the Normans and the Saxons of the Middle Ages), the fact that he's on "Chalice Records," and that his song is about Magic. Whooo-ee, I doth smell the Renaissance Faire! Classic.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
My mother passed a sickness on to me. Her mother had the sickness, too. It’s in my genes…I’m a rescuer. Sure, I look normal on the outside, but drive me past a pile of furniture on a curb, a stuffy-looking thrift store or a pile of run-down books, and the excitement hits me. I’m not looking for treasure, however. I’m “saving” things.
It breaks my heart when I come across something that I can tell was cherished at one time, or has fallen through the cracks of families that don’t contain their own “rescuers” to keep little mementos. People don’t value old photo albums filled with smiling, unidentifiable faces, or piano sheet music, or smashed hats from the 50’s with broken feathers trembling bravely from their brims. Nor do they value brazenly ugly chalk ware statues of Renaissance Italian masterpieces, strange-looking lamps from the late 60’s, or cookbooks. Especially cookbooks. Well, I do…just ask my garage.
“What’s so fun about a cookbook?” most people would ask. You can find used ones by the truckload on all sorts of unappetizing subjects, from microwave cookery to “fifty different fast egg recipes.” Sure, others have discovered the joy, the excitement, the horrified glee that can be experienced by looking at full-color “hot-dogs and peaches a-la Polynesia” recipes, but the Master-class of cookbook perusal is in finding what I call “conglomerate books:” abandoned gems that have somehow remained jam-packed with 50’s and 60’s clippings, notes, traded recipes and give-away food-brand booklets that had been collected by an enthusiastic housewife of yore. If you come across one of these, “congratulations,” you’ve struck gold.
My latest golden find came not from a thrift store, but when I was cleaning out my own garage three weeks ago. Jammed into a box of random books and rescued single dishes (one really is the loneliest number, isn’t it?) was a tomato-red, mid-century spiral-bound book called “Cooking Clips: Recipe File.” It was jam-packed with yellowed newspaper clippings and goodness-knows what else. Eureka!
Inside are charming, illustrated guides to meats of all sorts with titles like: “Did you say Ham?” and “The Succulent Sausage.”
And how about the little-known other use for a wheelbarrow? Have you seen what’s been in my wheelbarrow? Ewwww! Genius!
And how about this little gem of a how-to giveaway? I mean, I want that original painting in my living room, for Pete’s sake!
See? There's nothing wrong with simple pleasures, as long as there's color photos of nasty-looking food involved!