Howard Stern Impersonator--Detag's Uncle

I'm beginning to think my friend Detag's family is simply born to perform.His uncle was recently on the show "The View" as a Howard Stern Impersonator. Despite the rather asisnine comments in the YouTube Peanut Gallery (which is pretty typical) I think he does a terrific job.
The link takes forever to load, but it's pretty amazing if you can at least watch the first minute or so.

Ragetti and Pintel.

I absolutely love these characters from the Pirates of the Carribbean movies,Pintel especially.They are a classic Laurel and Hardy team of the pirates era.



Mackenzie Crook and Lee Arenberg,the men behind the mayhem.Love these guys, what a team, what a team.
I wrote to Lee once and received a marvellous black-and-white autographed headshot AND a photo of him in costume, autographed with the quote "'ello, Poppet"!
That little gesture, in addition to his love of animals,makes me a fan for life.

Cap'n Jack's Leather-Faced Poppa.

Oh,my GOD.They got him to do it.They really got the crazy ol' bastard to do it.
Keith Richards, on the right, is Captain Teague, Jack's DAD.
I won't tell you about Jack's mum, though.Yet.

MotherLaffin'

This is my most favorite picture ever of my Mother.Summer 1982.

The Holy Grail's Been Found. Under Detag.

This sequence of pictures was taken when my friends and I went to see Spamalot when it came to Atlanta.Our pal Detag was sitting in the seat under which the Holy Grail had been hidden,so when Patsy came to fetch the Grail, great applause was given to Detag for keeping it safe!

He was brought up on stage!



He was given a tiny trophy shaped like the foot!



Everyone sang praises to him!



And he got his photo taken with the cast and was given a little scroll naming him the "Best Peasant".

We're so proud.:)

How to Have an Affair?

Excuse my language, but this little cutesy bit of advice really, really pisses me the fuck off.Not to mention it reads as if it were written by a fifteen-year-old.
I spotted the damned thing as an ad on hotmail, if anyone's wondering.

I Was Raised Among Wolves.

This photo and entry may explain why I tend to like a lot of "guy stuff"--not neccessarily football,beer,and working on cars(although I do love vintage vehicles),but I loved G.I. Joes and Hot Wheels,playing in the mud with toy dinosaurs,and although I'm a klutz and not very "sporty", the hand-to-hand combat in some backyard sports never really bothered me.It's these wolves and hyenas I was raised with.They are my brother and his best pals during our time living in our house in Stone Mountain, Georgia.
Anyway,this picture is on my brother Scott's 16th birthday,1980, and he has his jaws wired shut.That's him in the "Red Cruce" shirt. His piece of birthday cake, like everything else he ate at the time, went into the blender.Oh,my god, the sound of a blender still takes me back to those days,when my mother had to pack a liquified lunch for Scott to take to school every day.I woke up every morning for many weeks to the sound of something being pureed in the blender, and after a while I didn't want to know what the something was anymore.Scott would feed himself by putting cheeseburgers and hotdogs in the blender.*gag*
From left to right are; Tony,who is still a dear friend and can fix my car (and it's done right) at his own successful repair shop to this day; David, who's hair is not on fire--he's wearing a hat and standing right in front of our cute little yellow kitchen chandelier-like light fixture; and Vince,of whom we lost track. I'm on the end,of course, holding my cat,Little Kitty.
Vince babysat me on occasion. Tony would bang on the bathroom door to scare me if I was taking a bath. David once dumped me on my head in the shallow end of the public swimming pool. I wanted to ride dirt bikes with them but I only had a girlybike.Scott willingly let me play with the guy toys growing up, so I got a good dose of G.I. Joe, Johnny West, and marvelous creations like the Strange Change Machine and all sorts of action figures from Planet of the Apes to Evel Knievel and the Scramble Van.
Among a group of women, I often tend to feel totally out of my element.A lot of times I simply can't relate to them.Put me with a group of guys and I feel much more comfortable.I owe thanks to/can blame this strange quirk on this bunch.
Bless 'em, every one.

If George had a grave, he'd be rolling in it.

So there's a new movie out called Knocked Up.Seems to be making a joke out of, you know, actually getting married before you have kids.But I'll stay off the soapbox on that one and spare you.

What really pisses me off is that The Travelling Wilburys' song "End of the Line" is in the soundtrack.

George produced some nutty movies through his company Handmade Films, but..ugh...I think he'd really puke over this flick.


EDIT: George Harrison has no grave. He was cremated within hours of his death, and his ashes were supposedly scattered in the Ganges River.

The Beatles as Vultures.

If you watch the Disney movie Jungle Book,you may notice a distinct similarity of the Vultures to The Beatles. I have heard numerous stories from "The Beatles were asked to do the voices and refused,mainly through John Lennon throwing a fit" to "The Beatles were asked to provide the voices and their scheduling simply didn't have room for it". Nevertheless,although one could say that the carrion birds could resemble any sixties British band, there are some individual features they have that remind me very much of The Fab Four. I cannot deliver a YouTube clip, unfortunately--that stinks,because some of the voices they did end up with are strikingly similar to the Beatle to which each one corresponds.You just gotta hear them!
Ah, well..Let's explore.



Ziggy is the "John" vulture.He is the main joker, the instigator of trouble and is...well....chunky.



Dizzy is our "George".He is extremely deadpan and his voice has a most humorous resemblance to the real George's. He is also by far the skinniest and the most hunched-over,matching Harrison's thin frame and often hunched shoulders.



Buzzy is the "Ringo" version of the Vultures.He's the shortest,has the deepest voice, a huge beak,and virtually no chin. I might also add that when he speaks, you hear a little snare drum in the soundtrack.



And then there's Flaps, the "Paul". He speaks in quick, short sentences and has the "pretty" look of the four, with big dreamy eyes and an often-puckered mouth.



Here is Ziggy coaxing the others, or rather shoving them, off the end of their branch to go down and hassle Mowgli.


The Vultures pick on Mowgli,cracking jokes at his strange apearance(they have no idea what a human is) until they realize they've hurt his feelings and regret doing so. Look how Dizzy is standing, looks so very like George.



The four sing like a barbershop quartet,but Dizzy, Flaps and Ziggy (George, Paul and John) start the main harmony and Buzzy adds a low part at the end, again like Ringo.



Despite their shabby appearance and slight obnoxiousness, the Vultures have hearts of gold and welcome Mowgli into their circle (okay, the Beatles were more tightly knit than that). But here, Dizzy and Flaps look especially like George and Paul, I think. With Dizzy, it's the "hair". Flaps just has that ever-cheerful-Paul expression.

Two Tigers for Thurl.

Something just occured to me.Thurl Ravenscroft was the voices of two famous tigers---not only was he the voice of Tony the Tiger and pushed the very delicious Frosted Flakes Cereal,but he was the singing voice of Shere Khan,from Disney's The Jungle Book.




Thurl passed away on Sunday, May 22, 2005 at the age of 91.So many attractions at Disneyland were graced with his voiceovers that it's easy to believe he is still with us. From the booming singing bust in the Haunted Mansion graveyard to Fritz the talking parrot in the Enchanted Tiki Room, Ravenscroft has left an indelible stamp on Disneyland and on our memories.--MousePlanet.com



Miss ya, Thurl.

My Dream Dog.

My husband has no interest in having a dog.But I'm still pretty lucky since he knew fully well that I do cat rescue and have two noisy parrots,and he married me anyway. And he didn't object when I got lots of fish and even rats.But if we ever moved somewhere where I had space for a dog,this is my dream dog.I would have a black standard poodle--rescued, of course.This photo is of a rescued poodle named Caesar.Mutts are probably my best choice, and I've had mutts all my life, but giving a purebred dog a second chance isn't out of the question for me,either.
I had dogs all my life.I love dogs, but I have to admit, it's nice right now having something that doesn't bark.
I love poodles.My very first dog, Trinket, was half poodle.I still think poodles, despite the sissy image generated from their haircuts, are excellent dogs.These dogs are highly intelligent and one of the most trainable breeds. They are pleasant, happy and sensitive. They can learn almost anything, and a Standard can be a very protective guard dog.Keep your pit bulls and Rottweilers.

I Survived Drinking out of the Hose.

My Dad sent me this.Amused me greatly.

TO ALL THE KIDS
WHO SURVIVED the
1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!


First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. I do have to cut in on this one with, Yeah, really stupid to do that.But, nobody really knew back then.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, ate tuna from the can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we
rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from it.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because...

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING !

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day.

And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down
the hill, only to find out we'd forgotten about brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms!
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate mud pies made from dirt.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays,

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang
the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!


If YOU are one of them . . . CONGRATULATIONS!

Clown Code of Ethics.

All right, let's get one thing straight.
I hate clowns.They terrified me when I was little.To this day they give me the creeps.I am so thankful that my parents didn't decorate my room with clowns.
Now,through circumstances I cannot explain, I have learned that there is a Clown Code of Ethics.

In a way,I now have a tiny,tiny,miniscule bit more respect for clowns.Not much, but just a little.

A Man and His Jellybeans.

Loosetoon's Easter gift from me was a big plastic jar that I filled with 15 bags of mini jellybeans.I think he liked it.

Superpackage.

Loosetoon and I are avid flea market browsers and hunters,and sometimes, the things you see absolutely defy explanation.Case in point; a mannequin I can only call "Super Package Man",spotted in a wonderful antique store in Athens.

Birdman,have some cake.

Went to a Harvey Birdman party tonight,held at one of the creator of the show(Michael Ouwleen)'s home in downtown Atlanta.What an evening, OMG.We had been there before, but this time, we got presents.Important people got recognized,but it still felt great to be there, no matter how small your part was.You still felt like part of the team.Our host was gracious,everyone was in an upbeat mood.
I now have Stephen Colbert's autograph.(no, he wasn't there,crap.)
I also finally met Jake, the other prop designer on the show and he complimented me on some "really funny stuff" I've drawn.He had come down from Toronto.I ended up really liking him, although I've had to fight and whine to get equal prop sharings with him!

Madog and I had a race to see who could toddle up some steps faster.He won.We both have such bad knees that this is rather common with us,sadly.
Everyone was signing posters.We had so many pens and sharpies and posters going around it got a little confusing.
The food was very different.Seemingly expensive catered Chinese(?) food.A lot of it was tasty, but there wasn't much variety.Well..that's what I get for getting there late.All gone.I ate basically a lot of shrimp.But wow, good shrimp.Very light,nothing felt heavy.
We watched our latest episode on a giant movie screen by the pool.The weather was perfect.Not too hot, not too cold.
We ate a HUGE cake that read "Ha-HA! Polyunsaturated Fats!" on it in frosting.


Pictured above is Erik Richter and Michael Ouwleen, creators of the show.Funny thing is,how old that pic is--Erik has short hair now and Michael has very long hair.
God bless you guys,for creating this show, creating jobs for us, and showing us the wonderful and good side of TV production.


The present we received at the party, a copy of the script,signed by almost all the voice actors!

Drunkass David Hasselhoff

Holy Shit.

This was so heartbreaking to watch and hear.A great-looking guy like Hasselhoff,who was in his prime years ago, reduced to slobbing around, drooling on the floor,pathetically trying to eat a grimy excuse for a hamburger and his daughter berating him because he's so drunk off his ass he can't even put two coherent words together is SAD.
This kid is begging, berating, chastizing at her dad."Stop drinking and throwing your life away," "You're going to be fired from your show(he was performing a show in Las Vegas) if you come in drunk," "Do you like being taken care of because you're drunk all the time?"
Wow.This kid has guts.This video is what every boozehound, especially a boozehound parent, needs to see of themselves.They need to feel ashamed and embarrassed like this so they will freakin' STOP.

WALKING WITH DINOSAURS LIVE!!!!

OH,my god.Oh,my godOMIGOODNESSGOSH.

Walking with Dinosaurs Live Stage Show


When this comes to the US I have to see this.Somehow.Some way.For somebody who has loved dinosaurs since age 4, this would be an almost orgasmic experience.I nearly wet myself when Loose showed me the YouTube videos.

A Hard Lesson Learned.

I meant to post about this the other day, it was so amazing.

I was at Goodwill, as I am prone to be when I'm in a toy-hunting mood, and when I got to the toy section, surprise,surprise--there was a kid with a horde of toys spread out all over the floor.Young black girl,probably about 8 or 9.Remember that.
Anyway, I was picking through some items on a top shelf.I found a great little plastic Bratz phone booth. I was messing around with the booth, taking the tiny phone on and off the hook,when suddenly a hand shot up and gripped onto it.
I quickly turned to find this 9--10-year-old kid,old enough to know better then that,holding onto the other end of the phone booth.She very plainly said,"I want dat!"
Without batting an eye and with no regard to humoring "preshus chyldren" I said,"You can't have it.I'm looking at it."
And she, without batting an eye, replied,"But I wanna play wit dat."
I tugged it hard enough to snatch it back from her hand and I said,"That's tough.I'm looking at it.Just because you want something doesn't mean you can just grab it out of someone's hand." And I turned back around to look at stuff on the shelf, with the phone both in my hand.
I didnt really want it, but at that point I felt like just being an ass and keeping it out of her reach.Haha.Deal with it.
I'm sure if her mom would have witnessed the incident she would have said,"Oh, just give it to her! MY child gets what she wants!", as this mode of discipline often breeds the aforementioned behavior.
But the most amazing part of all this was the look on the kid's face for several moments after the first negative response from me.Apparently,telling this child "no" ilicits what I call the "brook trout" look: mouth open, eyes staring, in a total shakedown of disbelief.
She didn't know what hit her.