The Woodentops'  American cousins prepare for the Apocalypse. (Civil defense ad from the 60s; look for the low bandwidth/ smaller files links).

Personally I think the cast look rather  too inflammable under the circumstances.

Rural civil defense tv spots 1965

"Hmmm? Oh, you don't like that pretty lady hanging from the chandelier? Well, we'll fix that. We'll cut her down and nail her to the wall. Then she'll be a pinup girl."

("Inner Sanctum Mysteries" episode from 1946)

Admittedly delivered by the narrator in a tongue-in-cheek manner, but still amused that they got a line like that in, especially as the ( Read more... )

If you haven't seen this already, you will have by the end of the day, so get it over with now, although you might want to turn the speakers down in appropriate situations and no responsibility  will be taken for offence caused or for any immortal souls lost to the Fires of Perdition. (Edited to add: Yeah, think I might have heard at least one or ( Read more... )

The initial cold blast of the shower reminds me again that deforestation has set in where once luxuriant tresses were.

The combover cometh.

(Nerd alert in operation at this time)

I have come back to the frequently (if not always) wonderful Quiet, Please from the 1940s, with a couple of dozen more episodes on the MP3 player ( Read more... )

Actually you can ignore my impassioned scorn of all things twitterish. Definite nicotiney quality to it.

But Facebook still makes things drop off.

If the pub opening on Good Friday in Limerick does draw the punters, why not have one town a year as the official (and sole) booze capital, moving it around each year like Skyfest.... a sort of City of Pub Culture? Must send that off to the Your Country Your Call competition.

Just because I don't tweet myself doesn't mean I don't use Twitter to follow others, or stalk as the case may be, so via the NewHumanist twitter thingy, I see that the guy who wrote the script for Battlefield Earth has said sorry:

I penned the suckiest movie ever - sorry!

Was in a raider of the lost archives mode in the last few days and came across a 1901 recording of Who Threw The Overalls in Mrs. Murphy's Chowder? on the Internet Archive site. It's the Edward M. Favor version, of course. (Lets pretend that I really knew who he was, although I had heard other versions of the song before ( Read more... )

Yes, I am still alive, just forgot about LJ for a while.

(Not quite sure why I am doing a Twitter-ish "@", because I have no intention of ever using it. Good grief, one of the reasons I stopped LJing for so long was my trend towards detailing the most trivial thought and who really wants that AND me doing it in real time?)