Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
... when the Ingalls family were losing their home to foreclosure because times were hard (like what else was new). It was being auctioned off and it seems the entire town of Walnut Grove was crammed inside the house to bid. There were about 8 people who bid, but they'd only bid one dollar. Ma started to cry. Then the kids started to cry. Then Pa saw his family crying so he started to cry. After the auction was over the winning bidder said something like "It's true that we only bid a dollar, Charles, but being the winning bidder means we're able to sell it back to you for a dollar", so the Ingalls family were able to buy their house back for a dollar. Then I started to cry. haha
I've done a post similar to this a couple of years ago, but I just found the above pic and wanted to use it, so I'm gonna repeat myself. I'm fascinated with haunted houses. They say the older a house is, the more likely it is to be haunted. My house is over 150 years old, I've lived here for almost 7 years, and no sign of ghosts yet. I have to say there's a part of me that's a bit disappointed. If they were friendly ghosts, I think it'd be awesome. I'd love the company. I don't mind dead people, I'll hang out with anyone. Plus, dead people can't leave a house, so they'd be stuck with me. They'd have to hang around me, they'd have no choice...
... a Snoopy Power Toothbrush??? I'd forgotten all about this until 5 minutes ago when I did an image search for "1974 Snoopy". I just had to post it. I can't believe I'd forgotten all about it, I loved that thing. I might've received it the year I got the Snoopy snow cone maker. Loved that too. Looking back I realize just how much my folks really spoiled me, not that I'm complaining, mind you..
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
The local rock group down the street is tryin' hard to learn their song, they serenade the weekend squire who just came out to mow his lawn. Another Pleasant Valley Sunday, charcoal burnin' everywhere. Rows of houses that are all the same, and no one seems to care. See Mrs. Gray, she's proud today Because her roses are in bloom, and Mr. Green, he's so serene, he's got a TV in every room. Another Pleasant Valley Sunday, here in Status Symbol Land. Mothers complain about how hard life is, and the kids just don't understand. Creature comfort goals, they only numb my soul, and make it hard for me to see. My thoughts all seem to stray to places far away, I need a change of scenery.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
... and one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you don't do anything at all. Ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall. And if you go chasing rabbits, And you know you're going to fall, Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call To call Alice, when she was just small. When the men on the chessboard get up And tell you where to go, And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low, Go ask Alice, I think she'll know. When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead, And the white knight is talking backwards And the red queen's off with her head Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed your head! Feed your head!"
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Jane Curtin: This past Thursday was the Great American Smoke Out, a day that everyone in America was encouraged to stop smoking cigarettes for a twenty-four hour period. Here to comment further is Update health correspondent, Roseanne Roseannadanna.
[Applause as we pan over to Roseanne Roseannadanna, a loud Latino woman who chews gum and has a lot of frizzy hair.]
Roseanne Roseannadanna: Thanks a lot, Jane! Thanks a lot! A Mr. Richard Feder from Fort Lee, New Jersey writes in and says: "Dear Roseanne Roseannadanna, Last Thursday, I quit smokin'. Now, I'm depressed, I gained weight, my face broke out, I'm nauseous, I'm constipated, my feet swelled, my gums are bleedin', my sinuses are clogged, I got heartburn, I'm cranky and I have gas. ... What should I do?" ... Mr. Feder, you sound like a real attractive guy! ... You belong in New Jersey! ... [applause] But I know exactly what you're goin' through 'cause once, I, Roseanne Roseannadanna, quit smokin'. And to get back in shape, I had to join one of those fancy-shmancy health clubs. You know, the ones where it's real expensive to join but it's worth it, 'cause you get to see a lot o' people that you don't know naked! ... Like, some people got those bulgy-bulgy thighs, the ones that get chafed just 'cause they're always scrapin' against each other. ... And there's other people there that got these funny belly buttons. Like, some go in and some go out or it's like a hole or it curls around or it's like a little knob on it, like a door. ... Some of them got a little piece of their sweater still in it! ... Some of 'em look like a little star or a shell or a clam. Or some, you don't what they are! ... But, personally, I, Roseanne Roseannadanna, don't like to walk around with no clothes in front of other people! Not that I don't got a great body. ... But why should I waste it on a bunch of fat ladies in a health club? Anyway, they got this sauna there which is a little hot room where you go to sweat like a pig. ... So, I go in there but before I sit down, I put this clean towel on the bench 'cause there's a lot of people in there and you don't know where they been! ... So, listen to this. Who do you think is sitting next to me but Dr. Joyce Brothers! ... That very smart pixie lady who thinks she knows everything. But what this nude psychologist doesn't know is that she had this little teeny tiny ball o' sweat right here, hangin' off the tip of her nose! ... It was just hangin' there! It wouldn't fall off! ... Like, if she turned her head, it didn't fall off, if she stood up, it didn't fall off, she scratched, it didn't fall off, and when she picked a little piece of sweater out of her belly button, it didn't fall off! ... That little sweat ball just wouldn't fall off! ... So I yelled at her. I said, "Hey! Doctor! Flick that sweat ball off your nose! ... What are ya tryin' to do? Make me sick?!" She--
Jane Curtin: Roseanne!
Roseanne Roseannadanna: What? What?
Jane Curtin: [coolly] What do health clubs, sweat and saunas have to do with cigarettes?
Roseanne Roseannadanna: Well, Jane. It just goes to show ya! It's always somethin'! If it's not one thing, it's another! Either you smoke or you have a sweat ball hangin' off your nose!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Read this in the late '70s, saw the movie on tv later. It was a pretty good story; It was about a young girl who died in an auto accident and was re-incarnated. Let's just say it didn't end well, nobody really came out ahead in this one. Btw, is it just me, or does the girl on the cover look exactly like Brooke Shields?
Thursday, August 18, 2011
I know I'm a day or two late of the anniversary of his passing, but I'm not always great on timing. I sort of remember when he died, back in August of '77. I didn't really feel one way or the other, because Elvis was my parents' generation. The only thing I really knew of him was from a couple of Elvis Christmas Albums my folks had. Still, even though I was never really a fan, it's a shame the way he ended up. That seems to be the way the truly good ones go out: Elvis, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Amy Winehouse, Michael Jackson. It's so sad, so unnecessary, and such a waste.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
... where the kisses are hers and hers and his, Three's company too. Come and dance on on our floor...... Take a step that is new..... We've a loveable space that needs your face, Three's company too. You'll see that life is a frolic and laughter is calling for you...... Down at our rendez-vous, Three's company, too!!!!!!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
I'm not sure if it was '73, '74, or '75, and I'm not sure if it came in the box or if you had to order it through the mail, and I'm not sure if it was Super Sugar Crisp cereal or another brand, but whatever cereal company it was, they were giving away Puffer Kites. All this time I thought they were "Puff Kites", but the search results said "Puffer Kites". I had the above. I do remember being somewhat disappointed with it, mostly because it was pretty damn ugly, and I was never really into kites that much but I did have it (hey, free stuff was free stuff...)..
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
It's springtime: Leaves sprout and grass grows and birds start to sing; Walk in the park, take a ride on a swing in springtime. Then comes summer: Sun is hot, grass is green, there is no school; Bathing suits, lemonade, swim to get cool In summer. Then comes autumn: Red and gold leaves fall from trees every day, School starts and summer birds all fly away In autumn. Then comes winter: Snowmen and snowballs, cold hands and cold nose; Bright frozen icicles, heavy warm clothes In winter. Then comes springtime, then summer,Then autumn, then winter, And then it's springtime again.
Monday, August 08, 2011
Sunday, August 07, 2011
When criminals in this world appear and break the laws that they should fear and frighten all who see or hear the cry goes up both far and near for Underdog! Underdog! Underdog! Underdog! Speed of lightning, roar of thunder fighting all who rob or plunder Underdog. Underdog! when in this world the headlines read of those whose hearts are filled with greed who rob and steal from those who need to right this wrong with blinding speed goes Underdog! Underdog! Underdog! Underdog! speed of lightning, roar of thunder fighting all who rob or plunder Underdog. Underdog!
Saturday, August 06, 2011
In the early '70s, when I'd visit my grandparents in Chatham on Cape Cod, my grandfather and I would always be the first up. He'd sit in his chair and read The Cape Cod Times, and I'd watch the above. Papa told me he went to school with Captain Bob when he was a kid, and I didn't question it. Whatever. I tried to follow along with Bob, but my drawings never really came out the way they were supposed to. Usually about halfway through I'd throw away the drawing and start drawing something else; as a kid, I never was one to finish what I started...
Friday, August 05, 2011
I was just doing an image search for WKRP In Cincinnati, and only now found out that they did a remake of the show back in the '90s. I had no clue, I'd never heard of it before. It didn't last long and I'm not surprised. The original show worked well because it conformed to the times. It was relevant for its' day. Just like you could never re-create Maude, or The Mary Tyler Moore Show, or All In The Family, or The Odd Couple, or The Electric Company. You can't take a show that was popular in one decade and make it fit into another. It's just not natural. It's disturbing. They should've checked with me first......