Jessica was asking me about the deco posters I occasionally use as desktop wallpapers, and if they were obtained at the recently mentioned Vintage Venus. While I love the stuff at VV, the posters she’s got in mind are actually the work of talented fellow, Steve Thomas.
My favourite work is definitely his series of planetary travel posters:
Full size images, as well as more great travel posters are available at Steve Thomas’ site.
A quick selection of posters from a place named Vintage Venus.
The site also offers to sell any of their beautiful finds as a print, which seems like a grand way to decorate a home.
A couple of pictures for later consideration:
Took this phone cam picture at our local Subway the other day.
“Ehhh, it’s like a friggin’ mayonnaise type thing, know what I’m sayin’? A light dressing, sorta. Like an edible-petroleum-product kinda sauce?”
I was also pretty impressed with their follow up punch: admitting flat out that the “secret sub sauce” is just Zesty Italian.
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?
I’m mostly posting this for the lovely Jessica, since she can’t stand being made to feel bad by other people’s awkwardness.
This was one of the earliest memes I remember covering the internet from end to end – I seem to recall it was also one of the first to be set to music, although that music now seems to be lost. This was first a tripod page, where the video’s only image was also taken from. The site would automatically begin playing a looping wav file of the poor little bugger, a wav file which was later ripped down and sent around seperately.
Mike Blount – the kid in question – has unsurprisingly been unable to avoid the internet for the rest of his life, and thus has had to accept his early stardom and even parlay it into his own later-life blog.
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There was, in a sense, a happy ending to all of this – Mike eventually realized he didn’t even want a future girlfriend, what he wanted was a future boyfriend.
Listen: I don’t get the swimsuit issue. You get 12 months a year of sweaty homo-erotic stick and ball handlers, then you get one issue of half-dressed ladies.
When I was a boy at Catholic grade school, I recall many of the lads flipping pages of ye olde National Geographic looking for the indigenous boobies – is Sports Illustrated the equivalent for middle aged men carrying on dispassionate marriages, too constrained by the bounds of civility and upbringing to go out and buy a playboy? The softest of core brought into the house under the cover of respectable football player ogling?
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.
Has anyone had much luck with Recipe Puppy, the ingredient based recipe-search? I imagine it would be fantastic for getting a meal together on short notice – a problem I’ve noticed recurring in Facebook status messages.
