Rubble Digging
Submitted by dingey on Wed, 04/25/2007 - 4:15pm.
There’s here’s a blog for posting crap that i unearth during various digs through various corners in our home.
Entry One: young love and band names. When Mr. Dusty Sexton and I were first "going out" (after years of pal-dom) I worked at a certain cool print shop of the world, where I had far too much easy access to photocopiers. It was back in them days bafore compyooters made everything EASY! Damned kids. Anyway, it was great fun to have access to top of the line copiers of the time, especially for a cut-and-paste obsessive. These were some stickers I made when the Sinatras were considering changing their name to KERPLUNK (Ron like it because it sounded like poop hitting water), and there was discussion about forming an acoustic, Chaps-friendly outfit to be called Frank Jr………
and now for something you'll really enjoy!
Submitted by dingey on Thu, 04/26/2007 - 7:42am.Cartoons.
This one was from a BAD DAY. Nothing worked, as you can see here:
Here’s something else. I’d been thinking about those crazy old Gericault paintings where he visited an insane asylum and painted portraits there. Those crazy romantics. He did images like "Woman Addicted to Gambling" (which I always thought would be funnier if she were addicted to gamboling) and things like that. I think I’d been annoyed that day by somebody who was unable to answer a simple question with any measure of clarity.
a little local history
Submitted by dingey on Thu, 04/26/2007 - 7:54am.I always enjoyed Dusty’s take on cut and paste flyers. I think this one is from 1991.
things that didnt work
Submitted by paddle on Thu, 04/26/2007 - 9:16am.why yes!
Submitted by dingey on Thu, 04/26/2007 - 9:28am.IT'S 1969 OKAY! ALL ACROSS THE USA!
Submitted by dingey on Thu, 04/26/2007 - 1:15pm.I really, really, really thought this was called a DEVIL SWING. I didn’t figure out till years later that my mom was calling it "double swing." As in, two people can sit on it.
I though it was all about standing in the middle and singing loudly and rhythmically while swinging in a precarious and thrilling side to side fashion, thereby tempting fate and the devil. In your FACE, G. Hosey Fat!
MY DAD WITH THE TAGGART SISTER'S GRAMMA
Submitted by dingey on Thu, 04/26/2007 - 1:20pm.Devil swing!
Submitted by wizzybit on Thu, 04/26/2007 - 7:55pm.nothin' beats a glue-stick
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 04/27/2007 - 7:51am.doodley
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 04/27/2007 - 12:18pm.d'oh!
Submitted by dingey on Tue, 05/01/2007 - 11:53am.I erased so hard I tore one of his eyes…
DELETE!
no comment necessary
Submitted by dingey on Tue, 05/01/2007 - 11:55am.YEEAAAAAH!
Submitted by dingey on Tue, 05/01/2007 - 12:11pm.I had totally forgotten this flyer existed. I don’t know who made it, but it always makes me laugh hysterically. Poor whatsername from D*xie, all photoshop distorted down there in the corner. Oh, dog bless it!
scottz
Submitted by paddle on Tue, 05/01/2007 - 10:47pm.hrmph!
Submitted by dingey on Wed, 05/02/2007 - 7:21am.Who, him or me?
You’re just mad ‘cause there’s no penetration. Except for his eyeball.
Eh, I should probably delete that picture. You’re right. S’kinda crummy. Self-editing. Important.
Fuckin' RAWK.
Submitted by Angie on Wed, 05/02/2007 - 6:11pm.Love that guy.
red red firehead!
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 05/04/2007 - 10:20am.You’ve all heard me ramble about Shannon. The great pal of my childhood/young adult years. Here’s the two of us in a photobooth in HS…..
another nice flyer by Mr. Dusty Sexton
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 05/04/2007 - 10:22am.postal
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 05/04/2007 - 10:25am.Remember actual physical letters that came to you via the mailman? REMEMBER? I sure like letters. I liked getting letters. I liked sending letters. Lots of friends got lots of ridiculous decorated envelopes full of long, rambling letters from yours truly. Here’s aphotocopy of an envelope (I’m not covering the addresses because neither of us lives anywhere near those places anymore WTF):
REALLY OLD DINGEY ART
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 05/04/2007 - 10:29am.Here’s a drawing that I did when I was around 4. I cannot tell you whether the dogs (?) are marionettes suspended from the pink ufo, or if those are "beam me up" lines or what. Multiple leashes for interstellar dog walking?? I am also at a loss to explain why they are all wearing bow ties….
whew!
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 05/04/2007 - 10:31am.Making that UFO drawing was such hard work that I had to take a nap. With my hamster. This was a daily occurance. Her name was Slowpoke. Eventually she had a daughter, whom I wittily named "Fastpoke." I, uh, wasn’t aware of the multiple levels of entendre I was laying on the poor lil’ rodent…..
likes and dislikes
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 05/04/2007 - 10:34am.I really hope that this expands for readability’s sake. Apparently my husband’s primary dislike is "bloody sticks." I read that several times before I realized that maybe they meant "DRUMSTICKS," not bloody twigs on the ground.
yes, meet them
Submitted by dingey on Mon, 05/14/2007 - 12:15pm.1989-ish?
Submitted by dingey on Mon, 05/14/2007 - 12:27pm.A doodle
I'd like to bid $5 on the cheese bull, please
Submitted by dingey on Mon, 05/14/2007 - 12:33pm.Oh!
Submitted by wizzybit on Mon, 05/14/2007 - 8:56pm.You are killing me, sister. Napping with hamsters! Drawings! Flyers! Btw, Bonnie Sean stopped by and appreciated his countenance on my fridge the other day, although I could tell he was a little freaked out by it as well.
heheheh
Submitted by dingey on Tue, 05/15/2007 - 7:22am.hello faddah
Submitted by dingey on Wed, 05/16/2007 - 4:54pm.Loook………Look at that tree to the right…..
Do you see that huge, weird, gnarled knot? I was really obsessed with that. It looked like a big face to me and for some reason I always assumed the face was someone related to me through my dad’s side. It has the family nose. Like the knot was a rogueish, cigar-chomping tree-relative who had my grampa’s beetle brow. You can’t see it, but there’s another big knot on the right of the tree that provided a footing so that you could climb up onto the knot face and sit in the capacious eye socket, which was terribly pleasing, if not terribly comfortable.
Okay, bye.
by the way....
Submitted by dingey on Thu, 05/17/2007 - 11:57am.That’s my dog Tuffy’s butt. He was an airedale-german shepherd mix, a crazed-looking wiry thing who was one of those too-smart-for-his-own-good-and-hence-very-naughty pets, although he did tell my dad when the kitchen was on fire. "Excuse me, Arden? you might want to go look at the stove!" Oh, all right, I admit it. He actually just barked at my dad to alert him to the problem.
Tuffy used to run away ALL THE TIME! I think we had monthly visits to the pound to retrieve him. One day he ran away and never came back. Since I didn’t know how to actually whistle yet, I would stand on the front porch (since I wasn’t allowed to cross the street yet, either), and blow this stupid clownish Sideshow Bob-style slide whistle and yell for him. "Whhheeeeeeee-whooooo-whoot! TUUUUUUFFFFFFFYYYYYYYYY! Wheeeeeee-hooooo-WHEET! Tuuuuuuuufffffyyyyy!"
diggitty dig dig!
Submitted by dingey on Wed, 05/30/2007 - 11:58am.I need to do more rubble-digging! Or at least fix stuff that I scanned WRONG and made teeny. Derf. Technology not Mungo’s strong point! If anybody else has items to add to rubble digging, please feel free to tell me or start yer own danged thread! Where is everyone these days? It seems like there’s gauntlet tossing and general statements and announcements and not a lot of chitter-chat.
"CHITTER CHAT! That’s what comes out of a chipmunk’s BUTT!"—Ava
No, honey….I think that’s chitter-SCAT.
You know what?
Submitted by dingey on Wed, 05/30/2007 - 12:04pm.Screw Paul. I like this holey-eyed drawing.
Mom and Uncle J**
Submitted by Arthur on Wed, 05/30/2007 - 12:25pm.I was given the task of scanning and making copies of this for the family. Just gives you an idea of how long ago long ago was. No, they were not cast members in the "Little Rascals" shorts.
socks it to me!
Submitted by dingey on Wed, 05/30/2007 - 1:10pm.Geez…your mom is really giving the photographer the stinkeye. That is GREAT! I love the weird, thick stockings of that era. Somewhere I have a nice beat-to-crap photo of my dad as an incredibly fat baby in one of those girlie toddler dresses that were apparently okay into the early 40’s, laughing his head off in front of a painted photographer’s backdrop.
Congratulations on scoring the scan and copy job. I love having excuses to look through old photos.
3-minute brush drawin'
Submitted by dingey on Thu, 06/07/2007 - 4:09pm.hooray for Great Plains!
Submitted by dingey on Mon, 06/25/2007 - 4:31pm.Ah, dangit! The print turned out awfully small on this scan. You can’t read the fact that the Sinatras have just released a tape called "Tatter Tots Again?" Tatter tots?! That ain’t right. In fact, I’ll have to find a cover to THAT just to prove it! Gimme a few days…….
just because....
Submitted by dingey on Mon, 06/25/2007 - 4:33pm.christmas in july!
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 06/29/2007 - 8:43am.I just found this last night….I worked briefly at a copy shop and saw THE MOST AMAZING family Christmas form letters come through. I dared to filch copies of a few here and there, and used them primarily as stationary….this was one of the last letters I wrote utilizing pilfered xmas letters, so I made a photocopy for myself so that I would remember to keep the holiday feeling all year round……
doggonit
Submitted by dingey on Fri, 06/29/2007 - 8:45am.double up
Submitted by dingey on Tue, 08/28/2007 - 3:44pm.Okay, so i actually posted this on my flickr site, too, but it made me laugh so hard when i found it…..
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