One of many awkward me-affiliated places. Time-Dependent SemiPublic Memory Bank, Super Secret Dumping/Proving Ground, Displaced Miscellany Collection, 3 Hours in the Future (EST)
…He’s covered in meat…
[via That’s Nerdalicious!]
Meatsuit! It’s better than imagined with the bacon-overalls.
It’s tough sometimes to always be in the position of educator on matters of American culture. Luckily, I spent an impressive amount of youth-time with the television and consequently my receptiveness to screen-based pedagogy means that I remain adept at explaining both “Jammin’ on the One” and “Droppin’ on the Deuce.”
Despite all being released in 2004, I was always under the impression that Inkling of Doubt was the prequel to Bring Back My Squid, whose sequel Black! Blaque! Blacch! probably was most critically acclaimed.
Spaghetti western omelet trilogies are weird like that, though.
Arnold’s next break came when he made an appearance on The Merv Griffen Show, a popular television talk show. Arnold was on to speak about bodybuilding. The great comedienne Lucille Ball just happened to see the show, and was struck by Arnold’s charm and wit. Lucy phoned Arnold and invited him to appear with her on her upcoming TV special called Happy Anniversary and Good-bye, co-starring Art Carney. Lucy arranged for Arnold to take acting lessons before his appearance.
Arnold applied the acting lessons Lucy provided to his next film project. Director Bob Rafelson, fresh off of his success with the film Five Easy Pieces, needed an actor to play the part of a bodybuilder named Joe Santo in his upcoming film Stay Hungry.
The author of the book Stay Hungry, Charles Gaines, arranged a meeting between Arnold and Rafelson. Arnold got the part. He loved playing a bodybuilder. In the movie he falls in love with the woman who runs the gym where he trains. This part was played by Sally Fields. Jeff Bridges also starred in the movie, which was released in 1976.
“He worked so hard on the details,” recalls director Rafelson. “One scene called for Joe Santo to play the fiddle. Arnold practiced the movement of playing so much that when we finally filmed it, it looked like he was really playing the fiddle!”
From a 1992 Unauthorized biography of A. Schwarzenegger,
Ch. 3, p. 23: “The Early Movies”. (cf., v.v. important.)
“When I wear my lab goggles as a hat, I report numbers without judgment.”
(Ed.: Compiled Data Here)
An Animated Gif Made of Post-its:
The lowest end of low-end treatments.
(Bring Your Own Sound Effects.)
More like “Beware the IDLES of March”, amirite?!
…I am not particularly good at drawing people. So sorry!
Successes in Compositing: Using the Internet
✔ Milking a cow.
✔ A slightly nicer microphone.
✔ Not typing. (Not typing)
(cf.: The Tux Age)
(Source: awkwardstockphotos)
“We do not wish to ruin the fun of the holidays. But, if you want to appraise something, you need to do it right.”
There is a clear voice in this analysis and it kills me a little that there is no byline because I am terribly curious how the author would misspell “Van Hœt”.
I believe the term might be “Häir Apparent” when it involves Hair Metal.
cf.: Early Bird, or maybe Schadenfunny.
(The latter of which, personally, I’d rank much higher.)
Baby Butler’s Day Off
[Order of operations: Image via LisantiQuarterly from blackandwtf]
When I wear my lab goggles as a hat, I report numbers without judgment.
It’s so elegant/So intelligent/”What shall I do now? What shall I do?”
…a slow co-author is a dangerous thing.
[20110306: Updated because of new data points. [link fixed] Previous capture.]
All the blessings of the season of Martin Luther King Day. I’d made a mental note, when I had been weirdly loitering there last year, that the Chelsea Market Christmas Light Detanglers could very well turn out to be TWO Jonathan Coultons in a decade or two. (Or half a Coulton each, I’m not sure how the math works out.) (It probably doesn’t.)
This is actually another post, it’s called “I hate myself”.
Outside my office door? Oh, that’s just heavy water and other byproducts of the Manhattan Project. For reals.
Now I just have to pass some sequins and I can stop singing.