Better to frighten my children by posing them on the lap of some creep in a polyester bunny suit than delivering them to a room full of creeps in their Sunday best. Whereas creepiness is concerned, polyester is always involved.
Otherwise please meet with family. Enjoy your time with them if possible. Eat a ham or something. Jesus would be pleased by that.
With sincerity, please have a good day. Happy Easter from madmonq’s joint.
P.S. I actually scared myself a little creating this post. Sincerely.
Left Take:: Sarah Palin & Coneheads. Separated at Birth?
That would be a compliment. The Coneheaded people of the planet Remulak are meant to be superintelligent. I’m afraid that despite her hair bump describing Sarah Palin as regular-intelligent would be a stretch. In fact New Jersey styled big hair is practically a birth defect among most earthers (Excluding the Birthers. Amongst them a bone in your head is practically a requirement. And if you are a New Jersey Birther, YOUR HEADS ARE MADE OF A DISGUSTING SOLID BONE / HAIR COMBINATION. YOU ARE PRACTICALLY KLINGON).
Bone head...
...Or head bump. You decide.
Whereas Mrs Palin’s head, that bump is all bone. My long-standing crush for Ms. Jane Curtin would not allow me to say anything else. The deeply disturbed but truly hilarious Tracy Morgan may think otherwise and be turned on by her Neanderthal head. I guess you don’t need an egg-shaped head to be a bonehead. Mepps!
No signature red Sarah Palin jacket on Tracy in this photo, right?
Later he's seen wearing it. With Sarah Palin. I'm just saying.
My final guess is that Sarah Palin is a Pinhead. Not in the Bill O’Reilly 1970s tough cop bullsh!t style but in the most upsetting combination of stupid evil. She is Zippy the Pinhead meets Pinhead of the Cenobites. Bonehead, Conehead or Pinhead Sarah Palin will tear. Your soul. Apart.
I am reading one of the many lists of events from the past year. One of them is the list of significant or important deaths in the year 2010. I’d already forgotten that Leslie Nielson had died. That’s probably because I thought he was dead already. Anyone else have this experience? Where is the list of people you though were dead already?
I am always shocked to learn that Ernest Borgnine is still alive. If so they need to get on a “The Black Hole” remake or sequel or whatever Pretty Damn Quick or else miss that window of opportunity (such as it is). Also Mariane McPartland? Isn’t she dead? And if she isn’t, why isn’t she? She hasn’t been on “Piano Jazz” in like forever & when she is you feel like it could happen at any moment. What about Adam Ant? If not by natural causes then by embarrassment? Also all of those poor Chilean miners. I also keep thinking Patti Smith is dead. Then I hear about some accolade she’s received for whatever god awful terrible crap she’s done. As soon as it’s over I go back to thinking, immediately and assuredly, that she is dead. Again.
Joey Ramone is dead.
Patti Smith is not. Do you see the problem I am having?
My wife is always claiming American newsperson Tom Brokaw is dead when we we come to realize it was Peter Jennings all along and that he died a long time ago. I guess the whole newscaster, haircut, suit, newscaster thing sort of blurs the lines. And either Bernie Mac or George Lopez is dead. Though one of them has a talk show before Conan O’Brian so I suppose I should check it out. Also I heard Jay Leno was dead. Or was that ”The Tonight Show with Jay Leno”? Or maybe the whole ”dead” thing was a metaphor for Jay killing “The Tonight Show” after all of his whining. Right. Steve Guttenberg is another. Wouldn’t be a good guest on “The Tonight Show” or Bernie Mac’s talk show either, I guess.
Why don’t I check the interet to see who is alive/dead? This is why. The internet is confusing and lies to me.
List of people I always think are still alive but are still dead: Charles Schulz, Bea Arthur, Ray Charles, Pat Morita and Scatman Crothers. I always think Charles Schulz is still alive. I guess because his strip still sees regular print. I wish the Scatman were still alive but he isn’t. A price had to be paid for appearing in the film Zapped! An appropriate but terrible price, nontheless.
Hey there, Scatman you sure you wanna do that movie with that Baio kid?
“My Little Drum.” One of the overlooked songs from Vince Guaraldi’s “A Charlie Brown Christmas”, Guaraldi’s . Variations on “The Little Drummer Boy.” I love the monastic boombastic of the original, Guaraldi’s is more funky & soulful than anyone other than he could imagine at the time. A Christmas samba. Guaraldi and Charles Schulz inform the modern day suburban creative sect (AKA the hipster) when they are at their best and far more than they’ll ever admit.
Vinnie G
Listening to the Vince Guaraldi channel on Last.FM/Xbox I can plainly hear that the slope created by be-bop in the 1950s to modern day easy listening music. “Lite” jazz, Kenny G, new age music and the even more dreaded world beat. Listen to Herb Alpert and you’ll hear what kind of monster it’s created. The cheese pouring forth pretty much created the hotel lounge act industry and appears to have inspired every porn soundtrack you’ve ever heard. Only not in a good way. Herb Alpert defines the trappings of the hipster: A complete lack of style and/or talent covered in cheese and hubris. The point is, I’m trying to teach the babies something even by osmosis. I think Vince Guaraldi is a good start. I hope they like it.
Guccioni or Not Bob Guccioni
Herb Alpert or Not Herb Alpert
Bonus: What do you get when you cross the “The Little Drummer Boy” with “My Little Drum?” I think you know.
The Bing & The Bowie that’s what. I mean, Bing Crosby is more bad ass than Herb Alpert. And he’s dead. Der Bingle, that is. Herb Alpert less so.
Bonus Bonus!
Xmas Cheese
How the hell did Monty Python know about it? This clip is like 40 years old and filmed on another continent. Evidently they’re not only still funny but a bit more clairvoyant than they let on.
Translation: Dragon*Con is in town this weekend. As some of you may know my wife & I had twins a few months ago. They are funner than Dragon Con, about as expensive as the entrance price (only every day) and currently weigh as much as I can carry in comics. Comics that will eventually be worth the price of a used diaper. Babies also involve only slightly less cosplay and Leonard Nimoy will definately will not make an apperance at your home for less than $10,000 and a full figured lady of his choosing. Otherwise, just like Dragon*Con.
Only we cannot attend. Probably not attend. What happen is when you have kids, that means you’ve evidently reached your independant fun/freedom limit for the next 20-30 years. It’s also no place for very young babies where the crowds swell to near Chinese in proportion. Twin newborns sort of makes us feel that way nearly every day. In a good way.
Batgirl and Man 2008. Courteousy of Rob
A Care Bear and not some sort of pervy anime as was my first guess. Courteousy of anitasarkeesian
Original Wonder Girl and Black Manta in a hotel lobby walk of shame
The comedy stylings of Shatner & Nimoy on the big screen.
Dragon*Con, or almost any themed convention I suppose, can make you feel like Bicycle Repair Man: Special for being normal while surrounded by the sublime*. And I mean that in a good way.
*Crikey. With all the Viking costumes, Bishop get ups and other cross dressing, Monty Python’s Flying Circus practically invented Cosplay and making fun of Cosplayers. Decades before the Tron Guy**.
**Tron Guy not appearing at Dragon*Con this year. Unless Chad Vader drops out. Sorry.
The Artist Formerly Known as “The Star Child“
The Paintings Formerly known as Blank Canvases
Part of the joy in sharing this is the fact that he had a “show” at the Wentworth Art Gallery at the Riverside Square Mall in Hackensack NJ.
For those of you who don’t know, an art show opening at the Riverside Square Mall is a little like the ribbon cutting ceremony at a local supermarket. I worked at that supermarket for a while. Made me wish Lex Luthor was successful in 1979. Good for Hackensack, bad for Paul Stanley.
I wonder if he went to the Couch House Diner across the highway afterward? Or got an after hours tour of the U.S.S. Ling? At least he’s not wearing a babushka on his head pretending he’s not bald.
Please to enjoy the tackiness.
Happy Valentime’s Day
