Considering the upcoming Drive-In Theater season got me thinking about this odd chain:
Captain America II – Death Too Soon (1979)
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nS0GdGHfAOY]
Captain America (1990)
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cs8rFsmhNTc]
and Captain America (2011)
It’s already been a long Tuesday, so I needed something to spice things up:
A grainy snap from my iPhone:
I’m sure “Fishing Just For Kids.com” is a perfectly pleasant affair, and not at all the pedophile haven this sharpie-on-scrounged-cardboard advertisement would have you believe.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_w-XrQaNqkM]
This isn’t the exact ad that plays in my market, but the concept is all there, including the mid-commercial warning. I remember the day’s when the anal leakage warning on Lay’s chips was a big deal – the first time I saw this commercial I almost thought it was some sort of clever campaign for something like The Crazies.
When are the symptoms going to outweigh the convenience? Maybe after you’ve murdered your family in a chemical haze.
A scan from an old issue of Weird Mystery:
A screenshot of something I ran across in Google Reader, while adding my Two Gay Uncle-in-laws’ youtube cooking show to my feed.
Dammit, Google – you’ve done it again!
Somewhere there’s a woman elbow deep in another human’s blood, scalpel in hand, her brow roiling with sweat. She is an expert. She has trained her entire adult life to carry out these delicate maneuvers, investing countless hours in study and hard won practice, living for her victories, raging against her defeats.
Somewhere there’s a cluster of men in a humvee, scared and fatigued, rolling down a sun drenched street. The dust of their tires is the only evidence of their passage. Each pile of refuse that slides by their sandy windows may mean death, each inquisitive face that turns to watch their progress must be assessed to be friend or enemy, with little room for error.
Somewhere there’s a Mother who has just made the hardest choice of her life, having crept into the silence of suburbia in late morning. She is waiting at a bus stop with all she has in the world – a baby carrier, two small pieces of luggage, and a black eye.
Somewhere there’s a rich, self-important golfer, holding a press conference.
Hey – if Kentucky gets to hand out Colonelcies all willy-nilly, why can’t some other geographic location pick a rank and start throwing it around? Florida Admiral-ships, San Jose del Cabo Doctorates, Albertan CFO-hood?
While trying to find the lovely Alex some examples of the art style used in The Good News, I came across this odd image.
I’m not a religious man, nor am I generally anal about these things, but… well, no buts – this is clearly asinine.
Apparently rubber knives are out with the police.
Now when they train to deal with a switchblade carrying jacked-up ’70s hooligan wearing bell bottoms, they utilize The Shock Knife – essentially a plastic handle with an electrified “blade”. Supposedly the shock knife doesn’t injure, it just hurts. That doesn’t make me feel better about the fact that their most prevalent PR image looks like a sexual predator version of Halo’s Master Chief though.
Here’s a brief youtube video of a curtain training to defend itself against stab attack:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xoc-t63A7zc]