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Damn, I love this version...

Oh Man, I Want One of These!!!

Posted this on my other blog, but in case you missed it:

Damn, and Xmas is over. Imagine the looks of delight on the faces of loved ones if you presented them with , The Exorcist Regan in Bed Head Knocker.

Here's what the actual description says:

• Split-pea soup, anyone?
• Head and bed bobble!
• Disgustingly detailed bobble head.

In 1973, one film redefined the horror genre and created an instant pop sensation. This disgustingly detailed Exorcist Head Knocker comes from one of the most shocking movies ever made. Featuring Regan in that famous bed scene, this is one collectible you don't want to miss. "Possess" it!

Want one? Me too. GET IT HERE.

Fave Foto Friday (a kiss across borders edition)

This picture and the story behind it just knocked me out ... from The Los Angeles Times 01.04.09 - photo by, Don Bartletti

"Fernando Orozco and his wife, Marta Ramos, kiss through the posts of the U.S.-Mexico border fence at Friendship Park in San Diego County. Orozco, who lives in Santa Monica, had his wallet and ID stolen and can't visit Ramos, who lives in Mexico. The park is in the path of a federal construction project to strengthen the border."


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Meanwhile, in a lighter mode, Mags is still hoping that President Obama repels Prohibition:

A Special Posting for Mrs. 48 Facets

My good pal, and fellow blogger, Rick, posted this comment in reply to my last entry:

Pax, I now have to block your site from my home computer because my wife spends too much time checking out pictures of your boy toys. I must ask you to cease and desist. Needless to say her expectations get too high after visiting posts such as this. I barely measure up. OK I do not measure up at all. I hope you are happy.

I was mortified! How dare Rick prevent his poor wife from enjoying the bounty of beefcake found on the interwebs ... with that in mind, this is for you, Mrs. 48 Facets, wherever you are.

Better, Thanks.

Hi kids, I'm back and a bit more under control. Honestly, a a shot of strong whiskey and a lost weekend with a swarthy young buck from Argentina make everything A. O.K. ... would that I knew a swarthy young buck from Argentina, but I do have a bottle of Southern Comfort, so there's that.

Yes, I had a stressful couple of days at the end of last week and the start of this, but like always, everything came out in the wash, and the sun is shining again (in a figurative sense ). In celebration of surviving the past few days, I scheduled a day off from work this Friday, which will give me that loverly gift known as a Three Day Weekend! Yay me!

Well, that is all for now. More later. Hope you are all having a pleasant Wednesday night.

Stressed Out

Ugh, stressed out to the max right now.

Tired to be proactive but to no avail.

It's days like this when I wish I did hard drugs.

I am sure things will be better in a few days ... but until then ...

Fun With Obamacon.Me

Now, anyone can look like the Obama Icon created by Shepard Fairey... just go HERE for hours of wasted time!

Antonio!

Aretha !

Jan !

Uh, not sure who this guy is ...

Fave Foto Friday: Still Feeling The Love Edition

From Getty Images at BBC, this gentleman at Monday's inauguration holds up a hand made sign that just about sums it up for many of us ... amen, my brother.

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In keeping with the celebratory mood, Mags checks with the new hair-do she wore to at the White Trash Ball on Monday evening.

Don't Laugh, You Know You Want One

When Miss Franklin took to the podium yesterday to sing " America (My Country 'tis of Thee)", it wasn't just her dramatic weight loss, or the sound of her powerful voice that captured everyone. No sir, more than anything it was that wild hat with the big-old bedazzled bow on it. Man, I thought that thing was gonna' light up all red, white and blue, and start twirling when Aretha hit a couple of high notes ...

Now, you too can top your head with one of these wonderful hats from this haberdasher, HERE.

Come on America (and some of you Canadians) , think of how cool you'll look in one of these!!!

The 44th President of the United States

LINK TO THE NEW YORK TIMES...

It's a New Dawn

After eight long years of chaos, America wakes up to a new reality ... here's to you, President Obama. You've got your work cut out for you, sir. I don't envy the mess you've got to clean up.

Still, I have not felt this optimistic about my country in some time.

It's a new dawn.

In All Of the Excitement, I Almost forgot to Say...

"So Long, Fuck Face!"

On This Day Before The Inauguration - On This Martin Luther King Day...

I looked at this photo of the President Elect and First Lady (in waiting?) and thought of this quote by Dr. King:

"Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."

How Do You Like Your Gyllenhaal?

For Sunday Morning, I pose the question: How Do You Like Your Gyllenhaal? Pretty boy, award winning actor, dream boat ... it seems that there is a Jake for every taste ... see for yourself.

The BFF Jock who favors spandex

The doe-eyed provocateur.

The fashion plate.

The boyfriend with a cute little pot-belly.

The wigger.

The foppish horseman.

Homeless chic.

The Slacker

Or, the cross-dressing torch singer?

Oh How I'll Miss This Edumacated Verbose Orator

A tip of the hat to my pal, Liz, for this one!

Pax's Major Faucet

Wow, it's only 8:46 this chilly Saturday morning, and all ready we've had one bathroom sink replaced. In about an hour, we will have the other all gussied up.

I told the worker to show up any time after eight ... of course he was here at about a minute after.

So you know this meant that Whatshisname had to forgo his Saturday sleep-in as they had to come into the bedroom to work on sink one (which is in the master bath). Moaning and groaning, I sent him off to the supermarket to get some provisions and to avoid listening to his bitching.

Ah blessed solitude. Just me and my cup of coffee and a nice long weekend with no plans in front of me (off on Monday for Martin Luther King day) ... and two brand new sinks!

Does life get any better than this?

Fave Foto Friday (Ms. Thunderpussy Goes to Washington)

Here's Mags in her Sunday best, about to take the roadster to Washington DC to witness the historical inauguration of President Elect Obama...

Unfortunately, she swerved to avoid hitting a caribou and had a slight fender bender in downtown Moose Jaw ...

Happily, she traded her last pair of nylons for this go-cart from a local catholic priest and made her way to the states!

Finally, click this pic to make it bigger and see if you can find Mags as she stands vigil in front of the White House!

Good Morning, Groucho!!

I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.
Groucho Marx

So my day starts like this ...

6:45 this morning, I am in the shower and about five minutes into it, Whatshisname is pounding on the bathroom door.

Who died? I think.

"It's the neighbors in the unit downstairs, their bathroom is flooding", he informs me.

I emerge from the stall, lathered up, grab some towels and make my way to the other bathroom in hopes that I can continue in there without any more mishaps.

I finish up and am dressing; buy now, my significant other is back in bed sawing wood. A few minutes pass and the door bell rings. It's the maintenance man here to find out where the leak is coming from. "Could you come back in an hour ?" I plead. He agrees and peace reigns.

As I am leaving, I hear the growl of a wet-vac emanating from my neighbor's place.

I run to the car in hopes of avoiding any soggy looks from the people downstairs.

When I got home, a message on my voice mail informs me that they could not find out where the leak was coming from, and that the shower stall seems OK. I guess this will remain a mystery for the ages...

So how was your day?

They Should Have Kept Her Jaw Wired...

Ann Coulter was on The View the other day, to push her latest book of lies ... but something interesting happened. Instead of being lobbied soft-balls, the gals on the morning chat-fest (even the right wing one) called her ass out! I think Whoopi Goldberg summed it up when she said to Annie, "You can dish it out, but you can't take it".

See for yourself:

Good Morning, Gangstas!!!

Have a Super Bad day, all!

Liza on SNL

Twisted and funny, stay with this to the end...

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Faux Foto Saturday (For Rick of 48 Facets)

Rick wrote: "The picture of food makes me hungry but where is my Friday photo????

Usually the best part of my Fridays--which says something about my life. The least you could do is take a B&W of the lasagnas and put an artsy caption under it."

OK, Rick, Here you go ... the photo is entitled, "Lasagna Bake" and is from 1922, part of the Utopian Historical Society Collection.

Two Trays Done!

The Finished Products...

Friday Night Lasagna

Howdy all!

Well, first things first ... got some really great news today. No need to bore you all with the details, but the news was both thrilling and comforting. Let's just say I was doing a grateful happy dance when I got it.

That said, tonight I find myself faced with the daunting task of creating two large trays of lasagna that will be fed to (mostly) complete strangers tomorrow. You see, my beloved is involved in throwing a surprise party for a friend, and said friend's other friends will be at this party (most of whom I do not know) so now I have to make sure that my creation satisfies people I don't know.

Is my life exciting or what?

Anyway, I hope you all are well - think of me tonight while I am slaving away in the kitchen. If I get a chance I'll post pictures of the finished products.


Oh, and if you are really bored, go over to my other blog and READ THIS.

Is This Thing On??

Hi Kids.

Sorry to have been away so long, but I've been sort of "Blog Burnt Out" these days. I just have not felt like taking the time to blog.

How awful of me, don't you think?

OK, time to break out of the rut and stir things up ... oh how about a nice obligatory beefcake photo to get things started?

Obligatory Beefcake Photo:

BTW, his name is Monty, and I spent a lovely weekend with him in Bora Bora back in 62.

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In other news; how many days till George W. leaves office? Can you frickin' believe it. We made it! We survived the tyrannical reign of the Frat-Boy-Who-Would-Be-King, and have come out the other side, much more worse for wear, but hopefully, as a nation, we've wised up and as the sage once sang, "We don't get fooled again."

It looks like Ann Coulter had her mouth un-wired and is busy hawking her latest cocaine fueled tome book. Would that anyone with a brain in his or her head pay this harpy any attention at all is beyond me.

I love this one: Did you hear that the porn industry is seeking a $5 billion federal bail out? Hey, I back these guys and gals 100 percent! If we can shell out billions to fat-cat-bankers and the like, surely we can spread some of the wealth to an industry that actually provides a well needed service to the country. Do your part America, because if you don't support the porn industry, the terrorists have won!

OK, that's all for now ... hope you all are well, and hopefully I'll be getting my blogger groove back any day now!

The Work for the Happy Finger Method Must Continue!

If you've never seen 1953's The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T, you have missed the most high-camp, over-the-top, surreal musical of all time!

In a nutshell: Little Bart is an all American boy who wants nothing more than to play baseball, run with his dog, and have a good time. Unfortunately, his well meaning mother feels that he needs to learn to play the piano and brings in the harsh, if somewhat fey, Dr. Terwilliker (Hans Conried) to teach the little towhead how to tickle the ivories.

Bart's only ally is August the plumber, who is in Bart's house fixing the pipes or something like that. Even so, Bart's mother insists that her son practice, and that's when the fun starts. Soon, little Bart dozes off and finds himself in a crazy dream world that might remind you of something Tim Burton and Salvador Dali dreamt up ... then again, this is when it becomes apparent that The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T. was written by the one, the only, Dr. Seuss.

It's also while in this dream world that the film takes on almost Freudian overtones ... you have to see this movie to really understand - the worlds largest keyboard, the elevators, the ladders to nowhere, the conjoined at the beard Siamese twins ... I mean somebody was working out SOME kind of issues.

Another strange thing about the movie, is that Dr. Terwilliker is obviously gay (as in Liberace gay, as in flaming, as in Grande Dame gay!). Don't believe me? Check out this clip where the good doctor is getting dressed for the opening day of his piano school...



Wow, Clay Aiken should add this song to his repertoire.

Once again, I remind you that Dr. Seuss wrote all of the lyrics (as well as the story and screenplay).

Now, get to Netflix and get to watching! And remember, The work for the Happy Finger Method must continue!!!

Bob Hope's Bigger than Life Visage

The picture below was to have been yesterday's Fave Foto; however I was a tad preoccupied with other things and never got around to it ... click this one on to really get a good look at it, and imagine yourself cruising down the road with a larger than life Bob Hope smiling from the rear end of the truck in front of you.

Here is the actual caption to the photo from the UCLA Library:

Title: Truck carrying bust of Bob Hope driving down Hollywood Blvd. in Los Angeles, Calif., 1972

Published caption: ON THE MOVE--A bust of Bob Hope is trucked through Hollywood on way to a paint shop for retouching before being sent to Palm Springs for Hope's forthcoming golf classic.

Publication: Los Angeles Times

Publication date: January 28, 1972

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Mags sent this loverly photo showing how they celebrate the New Year in Moose Jaw: The Annual One Legged Race!

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So today, I have to get busy deconstructing Xmas ... bye bye lights, tree, cards, and various other ornamental brick-a-back ... like always, it's bittersweet putting all of this stuff away for another year - then again, anything to hasten the arrival of spring - That is, you guys know I love snow, but so far it's been a rotten season for the white stuff in these parts, therefore, let's just cut to June and bring on the warm weather.

Have a great Saturday all!

2008 One Shitty Year

OK, before I begin venting, I will acknowledge the two awesome events of this year: My escape to California back in the spring, and the election of Senator Obama in early November.

Other than those things, I can safely say that this has been one hell of a rotten year for yours truly.

Where to begin?

OK, in January the discovery that my mother had breast cancer. That started a wild ride of doctor's appointments and one early morning visit to the emergency room because mom thought she was having a heart attack (turned out to be a panic attack - and who could blame her?).

In February, my sister also found out that she had the same affliction.

March and April was just a blur of hospitals, and doctor's appointments for both. Both my mom and my sister had two separate surgeries each during this period.

May was a hodgepodge of work related stress as well as discovering that our bank account was comprised and that someone in the Midwest was using me and my partner's money to go on a shopping spree. Also this month, my car dies and I have to purchase a new automobile. I scramble and do some creative budgeting and end up with a tiny little car that is great on gas, but so small I feel like a sardine whilst in it.

In June, after returning from a well needed left coast vacation, I discover that a collection agency is trying to sue me over a debt that is suspicious at best. No amount of reasoning with said agency seems to work, so I end up paying an attorney some money to assist me in the matter.

In July, I hit 50 and begin a mid life crisis. I ain't kidding, this was a very rough milestone for me.

August and September, work continues to eat away at me ... I begin to count the years till retirement. I start to actual grow to despise what I do for a living.

October finds Dad in the hospital for a heart ailment. Luckily, it's nothing serious but he's kept at the hospital for a little over a week and it really takes the wind out of his sails ... once more my family is thrown for another tailspin.

In November I develop a sinus infection that just won't quit and also discover I have hypertension and am put on medication that throws me for a loop.

By the time Xmas rolls around, I am pretty much running on fumes. I still pull it together and smile through it all (because that is what expected of me), but this year, I am just going through the motions.

Last night at midnight, with a handful of friends celebrating the New Year, I continued my own tradition by burning last year's calendars in the fireplace - a sort of ceremonial exorcism of the past. I hope it works.

Here's to a stress free, warm and cozy, happy and healthy 2009 for all of us!