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………
40 comments
and now for something you'll really enjoy!
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
I always enjoyed Dusty’s take on cut and paste flyers. I think this one is from 1991.
things that didnt work
why yes!
IT'S 1969 OKAY! ALL ACROSS THE USA!
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
Devil swing!
nothin' beats a glue-stick
doodley
d'oh!
I erased so hard I tore one of his eyes…
DELETE!
no comment necessary
YEEAAAAAH!
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
hrmph!
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.
Love that guy.
red red firehead!
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
postal
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
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!
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
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
1989-ish?
A doodle
I'd like to bid $5 on the cheese bull, please
Oh!
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
hello faddah
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....
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!
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?
Screw Paul. I like this holey-eyed drawing.
Mom and Uncle J**
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!
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'
hooray for Great Plains!
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....
christmas in july!
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
double up
Okay, so i actually posted this on my flickr site, too, but it made me laugh so hard when i found it…..
found while cleaning:
A scribbled-on piece of paper from some Friday night, with the following important information:
BABY BRIS AND THE ASS-PUNCHERS
Live! tonight! PUNK ROGERS IN THE DORKYFIRST CENTURY!
“She already showed her nipples in NY Magazine.”—WB
“Heidi Klum’s logic is flawed!”
your logic is ruining my craft
Tube O’Lube McGlowstix—Tornados and Stripes!
Never get a Mennonite to lay your tile.
PARCHEESIE IS VAIN
She was in Hamtramck Transfer.
N: “What’s between the garage and the lounge?”
A: “The lanai?!”
SKEET CHAP BLUES
i AM DELICIOUS! OY BOK CHOY!
I'm going to keep posting here even though nobody's watching.
Unearthed a couple of old books with crap written in them over the past decade. here are some nuggets for you:
“I’ve named the giant groundhog that’s dug a hole under our porch “George Cukor,” appropos of absolutely nothing.”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
June 2, 2002
nate was telling us about a conversation he had with H. H was reading aloud at home (as instructed by his teacher), and was talking about the epochs, like “Pleistocene Era” and “Mesozoic Period” and the like. He correctly identified our current era for Nate, who then asked what the next era would be.
H: “We don’t know, and we’ll never know because the names will be chosen by somebody other than humans.”
N: “So, like, by then we’ll have had a nuclear holocaust and the cokcroackes will have taken over and they’ll give it a name we can’t pronounce, like “czzzzztthhccccttttzzkkkkk period”?”
H: ‘No. It will be a species we don’t even know about yet.” After a moment of thought….”Wouldn’t it be funny if I hid in a bombshelter and waited until it was okay and came out? I’d be the only human and I’d get to name it Holdenzoic!”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“GOOD LORD! It looks like a big bowl of Poseidon’s vomit!”—nate RE: terrifying Japanese seafood stew on “Iron Chef.”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“I want to be punk and wear a visor, like the Beastie Boys!”_S. Stevens
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“The world’s best dancer has to go to bed now. He’s got a lemonaide stand to run in the morning.”—H F*oro
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“Let;s take a photo of the Birthday Girl refusing and move on.”—My mom watching my youngest neice starting to have a meltdown from being held up from gift opening by an obsessively video-happy mom who wanted everything on tape or photo
+++++++++++++++++++++++
“Mom, when i fall asleep, do you shout ‘HOORAY!’?”—C. Peeters
++++++++++++++++++++++
“I don’t think I necessarily want to be reincarnated as a cat, but to be fur-bearing would be SUCH a relief!”—N. Peeters
+++++++++++++++++++++++
August 22, 2005
Waking up today, I was FULL of great ideas. The Koolaid company should use the song “I got you babe” by say “I got Koolaid! Di di ddi di…” I told Scott that I envision a filtered-light, nostalgia ad reminiscent of the old “That’s Why We Drink Faygo” commercial.
“95% of the country will not get that reference,” says Scott.
“Yes, but their incredibly savvy marketers will!”
He asks “What will Kool-Aid burst out of?”
“Your HEART. Hey! What was my other great idea this morning?!”
He sighs. “Dogs barking ‘Rhapsody In Blue’.”
“MAN! I’ve gotta write this stuff DOWN!” says I.
“Yeeah, that’s why you need an intern.”
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
“I’m the pumpkin. I’m like a pumpkin to the cops. i can tootally make it to Popeyes!”—Kap’n shortly before deciding that hanging out and drinking water for a while would be a good idea.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
HARMONICA CAR.