Some 80s Nostalgia

Scenes from a mall. Remember when you could smoke pretty much everywhere? Those days are long gone.

60s Footage of the Playboy Jet

Everything in this clip is phallic just by association. You almost can't help but notice.

The music creeps me out too. Trippy.

R.I.P. Jane Russel

They don't make them like they used to. Such glamour!

What can you say about Jane? She started her career in the movie The Outlaw and those bawdy half naked movie stills made her an international sex symbol. We all know her from Gentleman Prefer Blondes and those famous pictures of a sundress wearing Jane and Marilyn putting their handprints in cement outside Grauman's Chinese Theater. 

What you may not know is that she couldn't have children because of a back street abortion so she adopted three of them, one from a poor Irish woman. This inspired her to create World Adoption International Fund, paving the way for Brangelina and a whole host of foreign baby lovers. This is how she described heself in her later life- "These days I am a teetotal, mean spirited right wing, narrow minded conservative Christian bigot, but not a racist."

Okee dokee then!

Muslin and Shark Jaws

I said I'd post some pictures occasionally from the old modeling days, and here we are. I worked with Joyce Tenneson A LOT. We did Matsuda together, Brides, the pirelli calendar, a million different cream or body lotion ads with no face, Shiseido, TIME magazine and Absolut, just to name a few. The most recent was an industry ad for filler back in 2003. She still teaches photography workshops out in the desert and she is a truly gifted artist.


more after the jump, watch out for the boobies.

R.I.P. Eddie Fisher

He was 82. It was complications from hip surgery that did him in. It sucks to get old. It sucks even more to be regarded as a footnote to one of the biggest scandals in Hollywood- the Liz & Dick home wrecker-ism of 1963. There's a fabulous book out called Furious Love, and it dishes all the details of the romance that began on the set of Cleopatra and was too tempestuous to last. Eddie will always be remembered for his music, though. He was quite the crooner in his day, along with Frankie and Adrian and, oh shit. I don't know. I hate that music. I just feel bad for Carrie. On the bright side, maybe we'll get another fabulous book about dear old dad because of it. I know, I'm heartless.

And who's next, Zsa Zsa? Heaven forbid, but these things come in threes, right?

Preach, Sister!

Color Photographs From A Very Dreary Time

You have to look at these pictures. They are rare color photographs from the depression and into the forties. The quality is surprisingly good and I love how the colors make the time period seem less nostalgic and more real. A must see.

http://blogs.denverpost.com/captured/2010/07/26/captured-america-in-color-from-1939-1943/

I love the lady in the red kerchief and her matching red nail polish. That's how I would have done it, Lord knows.

Gone With The Pope

This is a weird little film that was made in 1975 but never finished because the star died during filming. Bob Muralski, the film editor from Drag Me To Hell and The Hurt Locker, found this little gem and cleaned up for release on March 12th at the Egyptian Theater in Hollywood. Here's hoping it goes nationwide. It looks ILL.

0+0= Fag

I watched the trailer for the new Kids in the Hall movie and it kinda sucked. It's almost as if they did the movie just because they needed the money. I was so excited too! Maybe they're saving the good stuff for when people actually go see it? Nah, doubt it.
David Foley isn't in it either. Not a good sign.
So, here's the drunk daddy sketch instead.

If It SMELLED Like Bacon, Then I Might Like It

Enjoli still smells like something a truck stop hooker would spray on to try to cover up her cigarette and meth B.O. before she goes down on Jeb in the cab of his Utility big rig. The only difference is that now instead of buying it from the perfume counter at Higbee's, you can get it in finer drugstores all across the country, as it should have been from the very beginning.

The Bastard Son of the Lord

This is a website that goes all the way back to ancient times, aka 1995. I did not have a computer until 1997 (?) and missed this nutty early blog where some guy answers questions as if he were the son of God in modern times, a Jesus who loves boobies.

P.S. Do you love the old Microsoft Paint picture he made of himself hanging out all groovy with his wounds and the cross and all? He's like, "It's all good, I got eternal life, brah! How cool is that?! heh, heh, heh." Jesus would have loved the doobies, you know it.

Example of the boobie love:

Wednesday, September 13, 1995 AD
Someone wrote me, and asked what I thought my Father's greatest creation was. I thought it was such a good question, that I'd answer it here. Hooters. Oh my god, hooters. No doubt Dad's crowning achievement. Honestly, I have to admit that when I visit earth in bodily form, I often bring with me a set of knockers like you wouldn't believe. Well, tomorrow's Friday. All the Jews will be sitting in dark rooms. Man, I'm glad I got outta that. --JC
The idea that dug up this gem was me asking my boyfriend what would happen if they used that new plasma knife that cauterizes wounds on my vajayjay? Would it close it up forever? That question reminded him of this post:
Man, it sucked... I was kinda getting it on with this chick, and I finally got her to let my hand into her pants, and I accidentally healed her "wound". She was not happy. And how do you apologize for something like that? --JC
I am very sorry if any of you are insulted by this but I find the entire concept to be hilarious. It was one of the first blogs and that's awesome in itself.
http://web.archive.org/web/20001205100200/http://www.bsotl.org/