From the GlyphJockey Collection
reverse here nice key chain!!
GLYPHJOCKEY - KING O' THE WEB!
Did I mention?........ KING O' THE WEB!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
PiL Live in Japan 1983
PiL live in Japan 1983. Obtained in 1984 by an Atlantic City garbageman named Denny who ordered it from Japan. Betamax!
I'd say it rocks but then I'd have to storm off the stage in disgust at myself. But it does.
1 hour 1 minute - uncut
I'd say it rocks but then I'd have to storm off the stage in disgust at myself. But it does.
1 hour 1 minute - uncut
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Tammy Faye No More
Tammy Faye Messner has died. I always felt that she was just along for the ride - mistakenly well intended. I remember her, right around the breaking of the Jessica Hahn scandal, explaining about her addiction to over-the-counter cold remedies, and how that was causing upheaval in the family.
Here's a repeat from the early days of GlyphJockey: The Heritage Village Map. I used to work in the cesspool of Cable TV - I found it in an abandoned desk and knew it would be of interest to someone, anyone who appreciated comeuppance.
This lady, however, kept her sense of humor and suffered. Not the comeuppance I had in mind.
Link @ pic!
Link @ pic!
It's a huge image of a cartoon map of the proposed Heritage Village - a Christian themed resort/amusement park, which was really a slippery embezzlement slope for Jim Bakker - Tammy Faye's husband.
La plus ca change.........
Here's a repeat from the early days of GlyphJockey: The Heritage Village Map. I used to work in the cesspool of Cable TV - I found it in an abandoned desk and knew it would be of interest to someone, anyone who appreciated comeuppance.
This lady, however, kept her sense of humor and suffered. Not the comeuppance I had in mind.
Link @ pic!
Link @ pic!
It's a huge image of a cartoon map of the proposed Heritage Village - a Christian themed resort/amusement park, which was really a slippery embezzlement slope for Jim Bakker - Tammy Faye's husband.
La plus ca change.........
Labels:
christianity,
crooks,
deity,
embezzlement,
god,
grifters,
Jesus,
swindlers
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Frontera Violenta: El Todopoderoso
Mexcian Comic featuring loads o' whippin', punchin' & shootin' - brightly colored cactus drama with an dissapointingly Aryan protagonist.
Mira!
Mira!
Monday, July 16, 2007
The Horror
This song and dance number for The Two Bears opening stands as exemplar for the rise of Hippiedom. One wants to shoot onesself - well, actually, foment revolution, cease cutting your hair, and vandalize police cars, after viewing the homely, arthritic (or perhaps more aptly: dancing-like-one-has-a-rod-in-one's-spine), helium-voiced Brenda Lee in the following sequence. It's America trying to have some FUN! While still managing to eat dinner in a tie and wear gloves on Sunday. In 90 degree heat. Incidentally she can't act, either.
Now, nothing against Brenda Lee in the overall birth-to-death cycle scheme of things, mind you, it just that this............
......makes my skin crawl.
Now, nothing against Brenda Lee in the overall birth-to-death cycle scheme of things, mind you, it just that this............
......makes my skin crawl.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
1983 Japanese TV Show
SHINSHUN KAKUSHIGEI TAIKAI which, as far as I can tell is "Left Pig Team vs. Right Pig Team Talent Show" It probably has an elegant translation, but if you watch it you'll see what I mean: one act after another representing two teams. Ice xylophone players, kettle drum trios, square log rolling, E.T. mini-dramas, new wave magicians, and tons of commercials.
I had a friend who taught English as a Second Language and I asked him if he had any students who were Japanese and did they have any Japanese TV shows, because they were, like the U.S. on the NTSC color standard. He did, he asked and I was given this tape.
I didn't really edit it, so there's one or two glitches, and no beginning but it's like turning on the wayback machine and tuning in a 1983 Japanese TV to see what's on. Unadulterated. Wacky. Compelling.
It runs 1 hour and 47 minutes so if you pause for a while and let it load you can skip around. Conversely, if you watch it, you'll find it pretty mesmerizing at times.
I had a friend who taught English as a Second Language and I asked him if he had any students who were Japanese and did they have any Japanese TV shows, because they were, like the U.S. on the NTSC color standard. He did, he asked and I was given this tape.
I didn't really edit it, so there's one or two glitches, and no beginning but it's like turning on the wayback machine and tuning in a 1983 Japanese TV to see what's on. Unadulterated. Wacky. Compelling.
It runs 1 hour and 47 minutes so if you pause for a while and let it load you can skip around. Conversely, if you watch it, you'll find it pretty mesmerizing at times.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
More TJ Images + Wallpapers
Here's the experience:
In the haze of hawkers offering me souvenirs, pimps waving me over from a block away, Indians following me with handfuls of massive wooden rosaries, more pimps offering to hook me up with massages, (One, a leathery American with peggy teeth, even suggesting I could get just a massage, no sex, thereby circumventing my wife's psychic ability to detect deviltry. I thought gee, great, now if I don't catch an STD, get my wallet stolen and my ass kicked that massage will be great! Luckily for the leathery gent there is no shortage of horny gullible morons.), Vicodin, free peeks into strip clubs, offers for taxis because I must have looked unable to raise my hand in the air for some reason, disgruntled but talented Mariachis and offers to buy absinthe at no savings that I then could not bring back to the U.S. I still managed to capture a few images that poked me in the eye as ironic or beautiful.
This was not Mexico as far as I could tell. This was madness.
Image from an Olive oil can in the Gigante Grocery. (Strangely an island of clean good smelling calm)
IMAGE ABOVE IS A LINK TO A WALLPAPER
Painting from the back of one of the many donkey carts (the donkeys are painted to look like zebras) that turistas can have their picture taken on:
IMAGE ABOVE IS A LINK TO A WALLPAPER
More dried fruit in the Dulces shop. Massive hunks of Calabash, squash, cactus, and more recognizable stuff:
A strange industrial-strength communication device whereby anyone on the street can call someone:
Lastly two images of the best souvenir in the universe:
In the haze of hawkers offering me souvenirs, pimps waving me over from a block away, Indians following me with handfuls of massive wooden rosaries, more pimps offering to hook me up with massages, (One, a leathery American with peggy teeth, even suggesting I could get just a massage, no sex, thereby circumventing my wife's psychic ability to detect deviltry. I thought gee, great, now if I don't catch an STD, get my wallet stolen and my ass kicked that massage will be great! Luckily for the leathery gent there is no shortage of horny gullible morons.), Vicodin, free peeks into strip clubs, offers for taxis because I must have looked unable to raise my hand in the air for some reason, disgruntled but talented Mariachis and offers to buy absinthe at no savings that I then could not bring back to the U.S. I still managed to capture a few images that poked me in the eye as ironic or beautiful.
This was not Mexico as far as I could tell. This was madness.
Image from an Olive oil can in the Gigante Grocery. (Strangely an island of clean good smelling calm)
IMAGE ABOVE IS A LINK TO A WALLPAPER
Painting from the back of one of the many donkey carts (the donkeys are painted to look like zebras) that turistas can have their picture taken on:
IMAGE ABOVE IS A LINK TO A WALLPAPER
More dried fruit in the Dulces shop. Massive hunks of Calabash, squash, cactus, and more recognizable stuff:
A strange industrial-strength communication device whereby anyone on the street can call someone:
Lastly two images of the best souvenir in the universe:
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Moblog Oakland
A nut ran past TSA and they did not catch him. Despite eyewitnesses, they made every person trying to board go through screening a 2nd time....
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
July 4, 2007
I usually take scores of pix each Fourth, but this time just some choice images:
A Galaxie 500 worthy of Rev. Horton Heat:
Legendary Philadelphia-area children's show hostess Sally Starr
Gourmet tractorness -
with babies, no less
Wandering Israelites:
Chaps in chaps
And possibly the greatest single marketing genius naming, our Fire Department:
YAY! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
A Galaxie 500 worthy of Rev. Horton Heat:
Legendary Philadelphia-area children's show hostess Sally Starr
Gourmet tractorness -
with babies, no less
Wandering Israelites:
Chaps in chaps
And possibly the greatest single marketing genius naming, our Fire Department:
YAY! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
Doesn't this say, "Wolfgang Putz"?
He seriously needs to reconsider how he signs his name:
Crossing the loop of the "K" like that and not closing the right side makes it look like a "TZ", hence Wolfgang Putz.
Hey, I'm just sayin'.
Crossing the loop of the "K" like that and not closing the right side makes it look like a "TZ", hence Wolfgang Putz.
Hey, I'm just sayin'.
Berries
We grow Raspberries, Black Raspberries and Blueberries.
As a result, we are attracting Dumetella carolinensis - The Catbird.
I hear them mewing as I write this.
These birds:
hang around people, like a family pet
can recognize cowbird eggs and throw them out of the nest. (lousy stinkin' cowbirds!!)
can sing in two voices.
mate for life
mew like cats
and love berries.
They are continually monitoring the soundness of the net that protects the blueberries - given their freedom to do so, they would strip these bushes bare, while the raspberries, by virtue of their population size, are safe.
and sometimes after breaching said net become trapped:
Then it's on to the grill with them! With a ....blueberry sauce! Kidding. They have found a way to make holes in the net so we must remain vigilant. I'll possibly keep you posted - or not - that's just the way I am........
As a result, we are attracting Dumetella carolinensis - The Catbird.
I hear them mewing as I write this.
These birds:
hang around people, like a family pet
can recognize cowbird eggs and throw them out of the nest. (lousy stinkin' cowbirds!!)
can sing in two voices.
mate for life
mew like cats
and love berries.
They are continually monitoring the soundness of the net that protects the blueberries - given their freedom to do so, they would strip these bushes bare, while the raspberries, by virtue of their population size, are safe.
and sometimes after breaching said net become trapped:
Then it's on to the grill with them! With a ....blueberry sauce! Kidding. They have found a way to make holes in the net so we must remain vigilant. I'll possibly keep you posted - or not - that's just the way I am........
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