Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Phil Hansen Can Whip A Horse's Ass...

as Wesley Willis might say. I have no real reason to quote the late Mr. Willis other than the sudden urge to type "Horse's Ass" into a blog post. I've done stranger things - BUT I haven't done anything as strange and beautiful as this guy does in this Youtube video.

I found this link posted on Ze Frank's main page today and had to pass it along



He has more cool videos at http://www.philinthecircle.com

I can dig it.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

From Jules Massenet to Garfield

What hath Laurie Anderson wrought????

( link goes to Laurie Anderson video of entire song - for BAMF that's like a warning, eh?)

Dr. Goldfoot and The Bikini Machine



Vincent Price was one of my idols when I was a child. This film is but one of the reasons.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Honey, Quick The Polaroid!!!

Oh, if I only had the money but I just had to spend it all on food clothing and shelter again. I cannot believe that this original Winston Smith collage is up for grabs on eBay. Maybe I still have the booklet that came with the album around here somewhere.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

A Post For My Dad

To say the least - burying your father is a natural thing. It is usually one of the most painful events that many of us face but as the ancient Chinese proverb tells us, it is a sign of a blessed life to bury your parents rather than your children. I have only experienced the death of one parent and I hope I never know how true this blessing is - and if you do - please don't tell me.

Earlier this week I met with a co-worker a couple of minutes after he had just been told in a telephone conversation that his father had passed away. It was not an expected death and I recognized in my co-worker's expression the same shock and numbness that I experienced over twenty years ago when my own father died suddenly of a heart attack. It is a passage most of us take and a blessing but it hurts like hell. It is a hurt that is not forgotten.

But we work through it. We have to. Our parents wouldn't want it any other way.

My father and I watched television the night he died. We rarely did this together as we didn't agree on what constituted entertainment. But that night we saw a comedy sketch so funny and brilliantly executed that we were both laughed so hard we were in tears. A few hours later he would be gone. The memory of this time together is forever fused with the more painful memories of that night.

And now thanks to youtube.com - and blatant copyright infringement - I can share this with you.

The last thing my father and I agreed upon:



Now that is some funny shit!