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Is life getting you down? Do you need a new way of seeing the world? Hey, why not try the Necronomicon? New, horrible vistas of reality will upon unto your eyes, driving you either insane, or causing you to fall on your kneews in anticipation of the dark times. It’ll be great!
This commercial for a brand of peanut butter I only half-remember from my childhood is a freakish snapshot of how things were, or at least how things were supposed to be. Witness the perplexed look on the mother’s face, her buck teeth jutting out of her pouty mouth like a cartoonish beaver. She nods, smiles slightly because that’s what you’re supposed to do when a man tells you what to do, even if that man is a stranger with unkept hair, dressed like a pedophiliac Robin Hood. The children too, behave properly, tearing into the sandwich with approving gusto, exaggerated nods of approval as he knocks over pots and pans on the counter to make his escape. This was the 70s, my friends; let us remember, so it never happens again.
No, seriously, what the hell, Japan?
I never knew this was how sushi was made. Hmm. [I <3 Chaos]
Man, I know I say it a lot, but I just fucking love the Japanese. Especially back in the day when they didn’t give a flying fuck about American copyright. Ghetto Vader control panel, the bowing before the (interrupted) light saber battle, great jumpin’ wookiees? They’re a special people man. Damn special.
Star Wars + ’70s Japan + Sea Chicken – All Semblance of Sanity = This [Topless Robot via CNNgo]
This is just too cute for words. I’m going to miss this Doctor, very much.
I want to be this guy when I grow up.
Crazy Bruce of Crazy Bruce’s Liquor perhaps has been hittin’ the hooch [I Heart Chaos, via YBNBY]
I don’t know if this is the best thing I’ve seen all month, or the absolute worst. In the holiday season fo 1977, Donny & Marie Osborne, the shameless brother and sister act, decided to do a skit where they played Luke and Leia (did they know something we didn’t?) for a musical medly playing off of a then-hit film you may have heard of, Star Wars. so they gathered memebers of the real cast, specifically Anthony Daniels as C3-P0, and Peter Mayhew as Chewbacca, got themselves a remote controlled R2-D2, and proceeded to leave behind a legacy of pain and suffering.
Okay, I may exaggerate slightly, but still, this shit be whack. We’ve got notorious fag icon Paul Lynde playing Moff Tarkin to the upper limits of camp, we have the voice of TONY THE FUCKING TIGER dubbing Darth for us, and we have, and admittedly I love this bit, sexy stormtroopettes. I only use that phrasing because of the high-kicking legs. Yeah.
Oh, did I forget to mention Kris Kristofferson plays Han solo, and Redd Fucking Foxx plays Obi-Wan (while plugging his then-current show)? Oh, fuck yeah. I can’t make this stuff up. They had some goooood drugs back then…
My favourite thing about Twitter is the random links that people toss onto it. Todays example, a very damn bizarre ad for Cadbury’s Milk Chocolate Bars. I mean, what the hell is this trying to say to us? I find the girl on the right particularly disturbing; she looks like a 60 year old librarian in the body of an extremely unimpressed 10 year old.
The young lad, on the other hand, looks far too much like me on school picture day for me to honestly comment.