on the tumblr

I have a bunch of random photos that are not going to get posted here any time soon, so I plunked them into a tumblr blog and queued them up. If you're curious, head on over. 

Studney

The Studney Twins: The irritating Godfather's Pizza commercial from 1988.

I don't actually recommend you watch it; I only posted it because the second commercial is the one that always showed in our area, and though it has been 23 years since I watched it, I still had the entire thing memorized. Didn't even have to turn on the sound to know what they were saying.

Rock.

Every conversation I have with my husband always ends up on the subject of Lord of the Rings instead. "The checkbook was off by 56 cents." "That's just like those trees in LOTR that sounded like Gimli but we weren't supposed to notice!"

sometimes I post to technoknob when I run out of post-it notes

I'll just leave this here.



I'm given to understand it might have the old MTV promo with the lounge guy spoofing on Onyx's "Slam" with a song about ham. Ham sounds delightful this evening. Anyway, I'll be back later tonight to actually watch this and find out if the promo is included, because I loved it.
 

everybody's doin' it

I can't really be online while I'm working, so I miss out on all the cool stuff. Like today when I missed Twitter exploding about the John Mayer interview. For the first several questions I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Finally, I decided he was a moron. You'd think a big name songwriter could express himself more clearly, and his choice of words was beyond unfortunate. My husband said Mayer sounded like an megalomaniacal introvert, and I agree, but the more I read of the interview, the more Mayer sounded like an immature train wreck. He hit all the high notes: Racism, sexism, homophobia. It's a bigotry buffet. (That's a phrase I used tonight on the LA Times article linked below. No idea if my reply will even get approved, though.)

All that said, Playboy interviewer Rob Tannenbaum wins at life for his response to this exchange:

PLAYBOY: Do you do something different in bed than other guys?

MAYER: It’s all about geometry. I’m sort of a scientist; it’s about being obtuse with an angle. It’s sort of this weird up-and-over thing. You gotta think “up and over.”

PLAYBOY: Maybe that’s easier at your height.

I love you, Mr. Tannenbaum, and would post your picture here if one was available. No, a picture of Mayer won't do. Instead, here's an interview of the interviewer talking about the interview. Seriously.

hoot, man

It's an owl in flight. NEAT. From slothunleashed.

everyone loves the stang

I've been given to believe that one of you likes the Arnold Stang.

water sports

From sloth unleashed. The guy is playing with a Tomy Waterfuls Ring Toss toy. I know, because I had one just like it. Looks like he's doing pretty well, too.

That 18-inch long thing on the coffee table in front of him is apparently an ash tray. People may have smoked a lot in the 1970s. I'm just speculatin' here.

Skeezix Visits Nina

I thought for the longest time that I had imagined the whole thing.


My dad, born in 1927, kept a ton of his toys from his childhood. One toy was a board game called "Skeezix Visits Nina". He let me play with his toys and I distinctly remember finding this game, realizing it was missing pieces, and drawing on the inside of the box to make it into a different kind of game. Probably pinball-based. I was very into pinball at the time. It was a time before video games.

In the late 90s I mentioned the game to Dad and how now, as an adult, I regretted writing in it. I said it was probably worth money and he nodded and joked a little about how writing in it must have killed the value.

Then in 2005 when both parents were gone and I had to clean out the house, the game was nowhere to be found. I really wanted to see that game again, too. So I came home and looked the game up online. Nothing.

For 4 years, nothing. Not a peep about the game anywhere on the Internets. I started to think I had imagined the whole thing, because the Internet is the repository of all human knowledge.

Until this guy listed one on eBay recently. (Link goes to the Italian version of eBay, the only one I could still find cached). His was complete and didn't have any writing so it wasn't the one we had -- which was a possibility since the seller lives not too far from where my parents lived -- but it's the only one I've seen since my dad's.

EDIT: I forgot to mention you can find the game on BoardGameGeek now, too. Same pics as the auction.

The game was boring, by the way. It had a spinner (missing in ours) and a board that was just paper glued to the inside of the bottom of the box. The board was a single path with a few little special spots along the way. You spun, moved your SweeTart-shaped piece along that many spaces, and if you landed on a special spot you followed instructions. First one to Nina's house won.

For very very low values of "win". I still wish I had this game again, though.

hippo birdie

Hippo birdie two mes! Yes, it's my birthday, and I'm gloating because I'm 38; my only regret is I didn't spend enough time last year telling people, "I'm 37, I'm not old."

And you can tell it's my birthday because I got about 3 dozen "happy birthday" emails from various forums I've joined over the years. October 15th is the annual remembrance of forums past. I'm always asking myself, "When did I join the Waffle Fanatics Who Hate Pancakes forums?"

<-- Those are the flowers my hubby gave me. They're pretty, but you can't really tell that because I arrange flowers like a spastic planarian.

taste the fun

I just found this in my grandma's stuff and thought it was neat:



It's a postcard of the Saltair Pavilion (the 2nd version) and lake. This postcard was sent to my grandparents and dad in 1938; dad would have been almost 11 at the time. And look -- it came with a tiny bag of Salt Lake salt attached! I didn't open it of course, but it smells like salt so I don't think it's lying to me. Can you imagine trying to send this through the mail nowadays?

Here is a huge 1500 px size version so you can see the details. These postcards were colorized photographs printed on thick linen cardstock. I love looking at all the people in the picture.

In the lower left hand corner is a man floating that I swear to you is W.C. Fields:



If it is him, the colorist forgot to redden his nose.

Life. Don't talk to me about life.

Due to a bit of a family emergency, I will not be around on Le Interhole for the next few days. This goes for She Blogged By Night, Twitter, LiveJournal, and email. Thanks.

defending the home

We have some minor repairs on the house from last year's hail storms and tornado, and I had some calls in to a local repair place to call me back so we could set up a time to get a couple things done. This morning at 7:30 AM some guys from this repair place show up unannounced and start hammering on our house. I should mention we're on a night schedule and so at 7:30 AM we had barely gotten to sleep. (Somewhat unusual for me, but I stupidly stayed up all night doing research on Marie Prevost.)

Of course, we didn't know what the hell was going on at 7:30 AM, except it sounded like someone was trying to break in. So my husband ran outside to defend the home...

...in his Mr Bubble t-shirt.

The weird thing is that this didn't scare the repair guys off. Despite telling them to wait until we called to schedule a time, they came back a few hours later and started breaking down the house again.