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Excerpted from pp. 222-223 of The Poisoned Embrace:
From the Free Love bureaux of the Town of Vladimir circa 1920:
And this report talks more about free love and the Revolution.
And now for something completely different:
Slim Jeans: I have amused recollections of this commercial. I remember thinking the jeans made people look like astronauts. I think the Sears catalogue sold a variation on the theme.
Average Homeboy Demo: Quite possibly one of the worse demo videos ever made. Hoorah for bathos!
Sex Life of Robots: Probably NSFW. I want to see the whole thing (thanks,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
warren_ellis).
The Aphex Face: Backmasking isn't the only thing you should be paranoid of when listening to music. Your tunes may contain subliminal images!
Joseph Sherer, Telephone Doctor: Imagine the scenario. You're sitting at home when a stranger calls on the telephone. He says he's your Mom's doctor, and your Mom has a hereditary bacterial disease, so you should either cut your nipple off with a razor or take off your panties and put something flammable on your pubes. Do you acquiesce? A few women did. What the hell were they thinking?
Goatse debit card: A bit NSFW, in a pumpkiny kind of way.
Giles Revell - Photographer: Nice....
Faking it as a priest in Japan: "With a rise in the popularity of Christian-style weddings in Japan, some Westerners are finding they can make a lucrative living by acting as priests."
Falling Off the Sidewalk: Photograph of an incident on (off?) the moving wooden sidewalk at the 1900 World Fair in Paris.
Dead Jockey Rides to Victory (May 8, 1936): "Ralph Neves' life was cut tragically short at Bay Meadows Racecourse, near San Francisco, California. The 19-year-old jockey was coming into the final stretch of the third race of the day when his horse, Fannikins, tripped. She and her rider crashed through the wooden fence. Fannikins was unharmed, but Neves, who had not only broken his own mount's fall, but had also been trampled by four other horses, was dead. The track physician, assisted by two doctors who had come down from the stands when they saw Neves fall, loaded the body into an ambulance, and the race announcer called for a moment of silence. But the shocked, grieving spectators had underestimated Neves."
f00dave, snowy_kathryn, and I just walked back home from seeing Napoleon Dynamite at Safiya and Brock's. On the way back, I flung myself into a mountain of orange-gold leaves and writhed around on my back, flailing my arms and legs in autumnal glee. I was glowered at by a dour woman framed in her kitchen window.
After I finished goofing around, we continued our way home. We passed by a car stopped at an intersection. Two hectoring guys shouted heroic invective from their rolled-down window. "Hey! This is Ontario!" said one.
Then, spying us, one screamed, "Hey! He has two girls!" Pause. "LICK MY BALLS!"
I'm fairly sure I was experiencing a deleted scene from Napoleon Dynamite.
From the Free Love bureaux of the Town of Vladimir circa 1920:
From the age of eighteen every young girl is declared state property.
Every young girl who has reached the age of eighteen and who is not married is obliged, under pain of prosecution and severe punishment, to be registered at a bureau of free love.
Men likewise have the right to choose a young girl who has reached the age of eighteen if they are in possession of a certificate confirming that they belong to the proletariat... In the interests of the state men have the right to choose women registered at the bureau even without the assent of the latter. The children who are the fruit of this type of cohabitation become the property of the Revolution.
And this report talks more about free love and the Revolution.
And now for something completely different:
Slim Jeans: I have amused recollections of this commercial. I remember thinking the jeans made people look like astronauts. I think the Sears catalogue sold a variation on the theme.
Average Homeboy Demo: Quite possibly one of the worse demo videos ever made. Hoorah for bathos!
Sex Life of Robots: Probably NSFW. I want to see the whole thing (thanks,
warren_ellis).The Aphex Face: Backmasking isn't the only thing you should be paranoid of when listening to music. Your tunes may contain subliminal images!
Joseph Sherer, Telephone Doctor: Imagine the scenario. You're sitting at home when a stranger calls on the telephone. He says he's your Mom's doctor, and your Mom has a hereditary bacterial disease, so you should either cut your nipple off with a razor or take off your panties and put something flammable on your pubes. Do you acquiesce? A few women did. What the hell were they thinking?
Goatse debit card: A bit NSFW, in a pumpkiny kind of way.
Giles Revell - Photographer: Nice....
Faking it as a priest in Japan: "With a rise in the popularity of Christian-style weddings in Japan, some Westerners are finding they can make a lucrative living by acting as priests."
Falling Off the Sidewalk: Photograph of an incident on (off?) the moving wooden sidewalk at the 1900 World Fair in Paris.
Dead Jockey Rides to Victory (May 8, 1936): "Ralph Neves' life was cut tragically short at Bay Meadows Racecourse, near San Francisco, California. The 19-year-old jockey was coming into the final stretch of the third race of the day when his horse, Fannikins, tripped. She and her rider crashed through the wooden fence. Fannikins was unharmed, but Neves, who had not only broken his own mount's fall, but had also been trampled by four other horses, was dead. The track physician, assisted by two doctors who had come down from the stands when they saw Neves fall, loaded the body into an ambulance, and the race announcer called for a moment of silence. But the shocked, grieving spectators had underestimated Neves."
f00dave, snowy_kathryn, and I just walked back home from seeing Napoleon Dynamite at Safiya and Brock's. On the way back, I flung myself into a mountain of orange-gold leaves and writhed around on my back, flailing my arms and legs in autumnal glee. I was glowered at by a dour woman framed in her kitchen window. After I finished goofing around, we continued our way home. We passed by a car stopped at an intersection. Two hectoring guys shouted heroic invective from their rolled-down window. "Hey! This is Ontario!" said one.
Then, spying us, one screamed, "Hey! He has two girls!" Pause. "LICK MY BALLS!"
I'm fairly sure I was experiencing a deleted scene from Napoleon Dynamite.
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Date: 2006-11-06 05:21 am (UTC)From:We get, or used to get, a lot of Japanese "weddings" here. The couple would marry traditionally at home, then come here to NZ for a honeymoon which included the stone church, white meringue dress, priestly blessing thing. There are several companies that specialise in them, but I haven't seen one lately - mind you, winter is only just over. But I know our Japanese visitor numbers are down due to our high dollar.
The Japanese brides are always much prettier than the local real ones. Those girls can carry off a giant white frock for some reason. [/shallow]