The Fibber McGee and Molly Obsession Continues...

Yes, I talk a lot about the 1940's radio program Fibber McGee and Molly in this blog. That's because I don't get to talk about it much in the outside world, mostly because people either look at me strange or fall asleep while walking with me. Therefore, this blog is an outlet for my obsessions that I can't talk about in reality, so I'm hoping there's somebody out there I can connect with digitally. (Someday I'll blow you all away with my obsession with The Smothers Brothers.)

Here's an ad for an old Fibber McGee and Molly Box Set I recently purchased on eBay. (a) Yes they had box sets in the forties; that's when box sets originated; and (b) No they didn't; I made this all up. That's what you get for blogging at Bleggah!

The Compleat Fibber and Molly Third Season Box Set on 78 rpm bakelite disks.
Not available anywhere at any price. Ever. (Click to enlarge)

Rooting Around My Hard Drive

Here are some random images I found in my "Junk Drawer" folder on my hard drive. I may as well post them here. Just as many people are going to see them here as in my junk drawer. They're mostly images I slapped together in Photoshop for one reason or another. I'm sure, at the time, there was a perfectly logical reason for creating such images... then again, prol'ly not.

Here's a great moment from one of my all time favorite TV shows,

Leave It To Beaver...

This one I just call  *Sigh*

R.I.P.C.N.R.

Am I the first one to ever do this?

Another one of my favorite shows is 30 Rock, which all my friends think is

the same as 3rd Rock From The Sun. They couldn't be more wrong.

Speaking of 30 Rock, if it had been around in 1948, it would go something like this...

Kudos to you if you know who any of these people are...

From The Onion

That's all for now, but there'll be more.

I have tons of random images like this in my "Junk Drawer..."

And, as ever, thank you for blogging at Bleggah!

An Open Letter to Our Four Legged Friends

Dear Deer, and other animals with whom we share the land,

I would like to say to you all -- raccoons, turtles, deers, skunks, anyone -- stay on YOUR SIDE of the road. There's nothing over here that isn't over there. There's no need risking your life to explore the other side of the road. I've been there. It's pretty much the same. The road is there for Kenworths; you stay off the road, the Kenworths will stay off you. And Escalades. So don't give into temptation; when you feel the pavement under your feet, retreat. In fact, that should be your motto: Pavement Under Your Feet? Retreat! I'd have T-shirts made up for you guys with that slogan printed on them, but you're all different sizes, and probably wouldn't know how to put it on right anyway.

But that's it, from me to you, from us to you. We all like you, we people. We're not all trying to kill you, but there's no need ever to cross the street. Okay? Stay put. Stay alive.

Your friends,

-- People.

You Can Tell It's Mattel... It's Swell!

I found this photo on Google,
but I don't remember where. Sorry.

This is the first Hot Wheel I ever had. It was called The Silhouette. I was six years old when I got it. It was part of a Hot Wheels set which included about six hunks of track, which, when assembled was about eight feet in length, a pink plastic clamp to attach one end of the track to a table, and about six pink things to hold the track segments together. And of course, The Silhouette. I was at K-Mart with my parents when my mom bought it for me. It must've been 1968. (The Beatles were still together, for crying out loud.) All's I remember is my mom saying, "Is that what you want?" I don't remember if my answer was verbal or if I just nodded. All I knew was I was obsessed with this little car and track set. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen. I bet it only cost about $1.98.

I don't still have the car. (That's an awkwardly constructed sentence, isn't it?) (What I mean is I don't have it any more.) (Why didn't I just say that?) (Don't worry, I'll white all this out before I hit publish.) Anyway, I don't have my original Silhouette any more, but I did buy one at a flea market about ten years ago. It's the same color, same as this picture, Metallic Purple. Someone told me that the plastic bubble over the driver's compartment was available in either clear or blue-tinted plastic, and that the tinted one today is worth more to collectors. I'm remembering my original having the tinted bubble. The one I got at the flea market has a clear bubble. Just my luck, huh? My original one is prol'ly worth seven million dollars and it's buried in the earth somewhere.

But this ain't about money. This is about a happy childhood memory. But what is it about this little die-cast mass-produced purple thing that fits in the palm of my hand that makes me remember so much about it? And so fondly? I figure Hot Wheels are to little boys what Barbies are to little girls.

And they're both made by Mattel. Talk about lightning striking twice! Every girl for the past 50 years has had a Barbie and every boy for the last 40 years has had a Hot Wheel. That's... well... everybody. Not bad for a toy company to capture one hundred percent of the population. And each of those boys and girls can prol'ly share the same sort of "I remember my first one" story that I just shared.

They're just toys, right?

Or are they?

I don't know how to end this post, so I'll just say, as ever, thank you for blogging at Bleggah!

Junk I Thought About Today While I Was Supposed To Be Thinking About Other Junk Today

"The Brain That Wouldn't Die" -Jan in the Pan

If I Had A Time Machine
If I had a time machine, I would go back to 1975, fly to San Francisco, and go to the Winterland Ballroom on whatever night they recorded the Frampton Comes Alive album. I'd walk around the whole auditorium looking for the guy who's doing that obnoxious "whistling with his fingers" all throughout the song "Do You Feel Like I Do?" (That's the song where Frampton plugs his microphone into the guitar fuzz amplifier and sings like a robot.) Some dude in the audience is whistling with his fingers throughout that whole song and it drives me nuts. 
So, what I'd do (if I had a time machine, remember) is go back there and find him in the audience, THEN I'd remember what he looks like and what he was wearing and I'd get back in the time machine and go back another two hours. Then I'd find that guy in line before the show and offer him $200 for his ticket. Think about that: $200 for a concert ticket in 1975? The tickets were probably $7.50 back then. He'd HAVE to sell me his ticket for $200. (He'd think I was nuts, but he wouldn't know $200 is the average price for any concert ticket where I come from.) Maybe I would be nuts, but what I'd do next would benefit everybody: I'd sit in his seat and be quiet during the whole Frampton concert, making Frampton Comes Alive -- already considered to be the greatest double live album recorded on vinyl of all time -- even better than it is now. And you'd have me to thank and you wouldn't even know it!
Just like I did with the guy with the airhorn at Cheap Trick Live At Budokan.


Weird...
I think it's weird that Worship and Warship sound so much alike.


B&W...
Think about all the people that have lived their entire lives and have never been photographed in black and white.


Have You Noticed...
Have you noticed that if someone in a movie coughs, they usually die later?


Have You Also Noticed...
Have you also noticed that no matter how long a dog leash is, the dog always wants to be a little bit farther ahead than it actually reaches? I'll bet dogs wonder why we don't make leashes that are longer. And now, for that matter, so do I...


R.I.P. M.O.M...
My mom passed away twenty years ago. (Twenty? Wow.) But if I could bring her back for one more day, I betchya she could recognize a new Ford Mustang.


Let Me Eat Cake...
You know what's cool about eating a slice of cake? Or pie? Or pizza, or pretty much anything that's served in a wedge? The fact that it gets bigger the farther you eat into it! You start at the pointed end, where there's hardly anything there, then, the more you eat, the wider it gets. It's like, it's so good, while you're eating it your wish for more is coming true before your very eyes! 

I like cake.

Thank you for blogging at Bleggah! I sleep now.


By the way, the "Jan-in-the-Pan" joke in the above photo caption, I stole from Mystery Science Theater 3000. I wish those DVDs weren't so expensive. I'd buy me some. That was a good show. And my closing line in this post, "I sleep now," is from a movie called The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra. If you liked Mystery Science Theater 3000, you'd prob'ly like The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra. I like to give credit where credit is due. In fact, while I'm at it, I should mention that this blog name "Bleggah!" is a made-up word I stole from a girl I know named Maria. When she was little, she and her sister made up their own language and Bleggah! meant "gross" or "icky." For what it's worth.