From the Archives

And I mean the way-back days. Sheila Ryan Coiffed like a Pinhead. One of the first things I remember seeing in my early days here. For the record, I believe the chick in the photo is now a regular on American Horror Story Asylum. I am addicted.

Parrot in a sweater

Parrot in a sweater

And like a true fashionista, the green Eclectus parrot throws a tantrum if he is forced to change – stamping his feet, flapping his wings and squawking.

(via The Daily Mail)

Hey, buddy.

From the Archives…

…I’ve been meandering back. I loved this question and thread.

He’ll escape. He has to escape.

Runaway Goat Captured By Former African Goat Herder In Brooklyn

(via The Gothamist)

(Still running)

from the archives: October 10, 2010

“Have You Ever Stood Next to an Elephant, My Friend?”

from the archives: December 20, 2010

Chicken on a Raft

 

 How long can you last?

 

The Ultra-Condensed Movies

Titanic

Leonardo DiCaprio:

Your social class is stuffy. Let’s dance with the ship’s rats and have fun.

Kate Winslet:

You have captured my heart. Let’s run around the ship and giggle.

(The ship SINKS.)

Leonardo DiCaprio:

Never let go.

Kate Winslet:

I promise. (lets go)

THE END

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from the archives: August 2, 2010

Dear clusterflock: Today’s Dilemma:

Can I do this unobtrusively?

This being: return to the roadside motel where I lived for the past three months, dive into the dumpster to retrieve a garbage bag, open it and retrieve a small trashcan liner filled with vomit and other detritus, and swirl through it in search of a diamond ring that belonged to my mother.

I don’t think I can do this unobtrusively.

Crazy Court is back in session –

– at least in reruns.

Hoisting this post is as poignant for me as it is funny. I’ve been in Dallas for a couple of weeks, in part seeing to troubles swirling around my long-time friend Lee, who’s been diagnosed with a form of dementia.

Lee’s last paying job after her formal retirement was a part-time gig writing summaries of lawsuits filed in various district courts of Galveston (TX) County. Before that, she was . . . oh-so-many and oh-so-much. Read more

from the archives: January 15, 2010

Clustersource:

Without thinking, comment: What’s the first thing you think when you see . . .

VC?

from the archives: November 11, 2008

Some difficult choices:

I’ve been eating a lot of sushi lately, I offer by way of introduction to this post.

I have been thinking about something for the past day or so, albeit intermittently, I will admit. Here is the scenario. Please place, to the best of your ability, in order of worseness, from least worse to most worse, the following ways of being killed by an animal . . .

from the archives: September 15, 2010

That goat:

is still a-goin’, y’all.

from the archives: July 17, 2009

A few years back, India posted about photographer Lillian Bassman.

Bassman died on Monday, February 13 at her home in Manhattan. She was 94.

Repost of a Post Past

Going down the rabbit-hole of Cece’s post. Great rememberies here, following “flockers.”

Carole Corlew.

Life in a Day

Any of you watched Life in a Day? I watched it this afternoon as part of my Funemployment. I liked it, put together by many, “directed” by the Scott brothers (Ridley and Tony). I’d like to see other directors take the 4,500 hours of video submitted and do their own take. A sort of “Aristocrats” for directors.

I put a post up before it happened. I didn’t see anyone familiar in the film.

from the archives/from the comments

April 27, 2007: Manah Manah.

(Move along. Nothing to see.)

from the archives: August 25, 2009

Driftless: Stories from Iowa By Danny Wilcox Frazier:

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Life in Iowa can be punishing. Many Iowans expend their lives sweating over soil and spilling the blood of livestock; they endure the hardships associated with a life inextricably bound to the ups and downs of nature. Today, those challenges and a shift in our nation’s economy have pushed the youth of rural communities to migrate to the metropolises of America. Those left in the wake of this out-migration continue their lives, seemingly unchanged from the generations that preceded them, and entombed in obscurity.

from the archives: April 28, 2006

The Last Hurrah (4.27.06):

I always wondered why Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown decided to visit Israel and hang out with Ariel Sharon. Tonight, while eating Country Fried Kalebone™ at phATLanta’s Soul Vegetarian restaurant on N. Highland Avenue, I finally found the answer.

from the archives: June 26, 2008

Goats:

Turns out they are strange animals:

Sneezing that is nothing to worry about:

Did you know that goats use the sneeze sound as an alarm? They use a sneeze to warn each other of danger (be it actually real or imagined). Young goats sneeze as part of their play. If you watch your goats you will begin to notice their use of the sneeze sound.

Goats sneeze sometimes when you give them alfalfa hay. Who knows why? It’s just their way of saying “I like alfalfa!”

from the comments

Mary Jeys:

It’s important to do good work. But also to be doing THE good work. And I don’t mean that in a religious sense (obviously, because when do I do that?) I mean that in the way that you choose your projects because you want the next door to be even more magnificent than the last. So, can you tell if one door might have a unicorn as opposed to a used car?

from the comments

Cindy S.:

Olfuctory has some fucumference to it, word-wise.

from the archives: June 29, 2006

Radiographer (Perry Blake Now Owes Me $156):

My final was yesterday, orientation for the next semester is tomorrow, and today, with no plans, I sat around and was bored, that is, until I read a review of the Adam Sandler film “Click”. Memories started flooding me from my old life in Hollywood. I had to see the film because there were a few things I had to know.

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from the archives: October 15, 2008

The Flaming Squirrel: A Mixological Remembrance:

In memoriam.

The Flaming Squirrel

3 oz Canadian whiskey
1 oz Frangelico hazelnut liqueur
2 dashes orange bitters
2 dashes Angostura bitters
overproof rum and orange peel for garnish

Combine whiskey (for fuzzy warmth), Frangelico (for general nuttiness) and bitters (for the tragedy of existence, &c.) in a rocks glass. Stir. Dip a wide slice of orange zest in overproof rum. Ignite over glass–when you burn your fingers, don’t come crying to me. Drop flaming zest into glass; garnish appropriately–orange peel squirrel tail charred under the broiler, mine.

Procure eye dropper. “And one for my little homie…”

from the archives: July 20, 2007

further . . . .

Deron challenged us to put forth our worst. He whipped our sorry asses.

Update. Deron to Amanda Mae: Did you get my head shot?

from the comments (a long time ago)

Daryl Scroggins:

I read a story long ago — I think it was in Witness or maybe Grand Street — that was about a small town in Germany during the second world war that did its duty and camouflaged a defunct vegetable canning factory. The factory was out at the far edge of town, and the idea was to tempt allied bombers to drop bombs on a worthless target, which would reduce the number of bombs headed for “important” cities. One night a person who lived near the factory was awakened by a muffled crashing sound. At first light everybody went to investigate, and they discovered that a huge log had been dropped directly on the factory. It was roughly carved into the shape of a bomb, and carved into the side of it was the word: BOOM! The people all shook their heads in wonder that anybody would go to the trouble to do such a thing, and one of them said, “Good God, what sort of people are we dealing with here?!” I have thought since reading this that perhaps the only redeeming feature of Americans is the fact that we value a bizarre sense of humor.

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