The conversation
He: Why do we have to fight all the time?
She: ‘Cause I’m always catchin’ you in bullshit! You gonna make me go down the list?
Me (in my head as I walk away): Buddy, you do *not* want her going down that list.
See Mark Dodge Medlin’s photo to which this is the caption.
The Vignellis
“If you do it right, it will last forever,” says Lella. “It’s as simple as that.”
what movie are you test
what i’d like to know; is it brando or sheen?
or am i one of the helicopters?
Signs
The bottom line
Amy
sweet jesus
Has anyone seen Michael Haneke’s Cache?
Circus Liquor
Photograph by Larry Harnisch. Los Angeles Times.
Circus Liquor, Burbank Boulevard and Vineland Avenue. October 27, 2007.
The Catalogue of UK Entrances to Hell (Reprise)
Yes, a year or more ago I posted a link to this site, but it could be you want reminding of Quetty Orarna or like portals.
Mansfield, Nottinghamshire
A well-known song tells the story of the devil’s memories of Quetty Orarna. “Here I seen monkies daunce, and performe all the tricks of ye tight rope, to my great admiration” was written 600 years ago and is still to be heard here in the 21st century. Quetty Orarna was sealed up from the inside by the explorers Eleanor Moscow and George M at the very beginning of their foolhardy and controversial mission into Hell. Nothing more was ever known of them. (See also Tooky).
Radiation trace: negligible
America’s Greatest Living Poets
Way way back a long while ago Bob Dylan was quoted saying Smokey Robinson was “America’s greatest living poet”. This judgment still crops up in all manner of contexts, and it still carries a ring of truth.
But there are contenders. Chuck Berry, for one. This, from “Promised Land”, which I heard today while driving Highway 20 in northwestern Illinois –
Working on a T-bone steak à la car-ty
Flying over to the Golden State
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We’d be heading in the terminal gate
Swing low, chariot – Come down easy –
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone
“Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia
Tidewater four-ten-oh-nine
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
And the Poor Boy’s on the line”
Rick at Heart (per the test, that is)
I would never have thought of it, but somehow it seems kinda right to me.
Fecal Olfactory
I perceive horse-shit to be the most pleasant of the shits.
From the Comments
Once, when Doug was dating my cousin Rene, he once let her take his car. Now she was a driver. She took off from the middle of the iron bridge over Spring River where we’d congregate on hot, summer Sunday afternoons to swim, between church services. She squeeled rubber and smoked the tires across the bridge. When she shifted to second, the tires screamed once more, then again in her shift to third. Doug was standing next to me, he said, “If she gets fourth gear rubber, I’ll…” Then off in the distance, the tail of the car now tiny in our line of sight, we heard a little squawky bark. Doug hung his head, “Damn,” he said.He’d been trying to do that for weeks.
“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.”
So John Buaas goes and says, “You could have taken one more online personality test . . . and you didn’t! And you . . . you didn’t!” And, fool that I am, I went for the bait. Just had to learn the answer to “What classic movie are you?”
I hate it when the results of these silly things are so accurate it’s spooky.
Dear clusterflock
1967 Camaro or 1967 Mustang (fastback)
The Last Supper in Detail
Click here to get in close.
Thalassolykos
Thalassolykos. Photograph by Alek Lindus.
Benazir Bhutto: I Still Love Pete Doherty
Benezir and Pete speak of various forbidden passions
London, England — Former Pakistan Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto told reporters in London Saturday she was relieved Babyshambles singer/songwriter/crackhound Pete Doherty received only a suspended sentence for driving offences. The recently un-exiled Pakistani leader had rushed back to the United Kingdom from Islamabad to offer the troubled rocker her support.
“Pete is an artist, and a very beautiful man,” said Ms. Bhutto. “He broke my heart, but I am here to help him — politically, emotionally, and financially. I wonder how much dosh that skinny little bitch Kate Moss has stashed away in Swiss bank accounts!”
For the booze
Since then, the pachyderms have regularly raided the base for a drink and have smashed down all defenses put up by the army, including electrified fences and firewalls.
I’ll never know how they figured it out.
My Mobile Office
It’s what I do.
Click the photo for more.
That smoky old sun
I guess it was Thursday when the smoke from the coastal fires in California begin settling eastward over the mountains. This photo is from near sunset Thursday afternoon. To the eye, the sun was as orange as could be–to the camera, though, it was something else.
Wes and Owen
“his father’s eyes” (for Andrew)
Sequelae to Rosemary’s Baby from The Selected Works of Henry E. Panky
Roman Castavet, aging hipster and self-styled “Grand Poobah of Belial,” was unrepentant to the end (“Can you dig it? God is dead! Let’s party with the Fiend!”), and burned at the stake not long after the events in question during an uneasy period of neighborhood gentrification. Ruth Gordon, who played Mr. Castavet’s better half, Minnie, committed suicide a few years later during the movie “Harold & Maude.” Friends suggest she never really forgave herself for her small part in the unhallowed proceedings. (She put the roofie in Mia’s chocolate mousse, helped tie her down and then filmed the proceedings for an NBC sitcom that never got off the ground.)
And who got lost in the box-office numbers, the excuses, the finger pointing, the Pilate-like washing of hands? Only the accursed, little monster with the velvety horn buds, cloven hooves and flat, dead, yellow eyes of a goat (“his father’s eyes”). Once the Academy Awards were over, he disappeared into the sad, twilight world of the unwanted demon-child. But wherever he ended up, he couldn’t have had an easy time of it in the high school lavatory and locker room. And that can twist a fellow. Believe me, I know.
