The Seven Deadly Sinners

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The Vagina Vote

For a glorious moment when I first heard “Palin” I dared to dream of this guy one heartbeat away from the red button.

John McCain has chosen his running mate, and in a completely transparent bid for the “Hillary Vote” he’s picked a woman. A woman who has almost no experience in public office, who is against other women having basic reproductive freedom, and whose latest pregnancy is the subject of a lot of interesting rumors, but still; a person with a hoo hoo.

What a relief! I was worried I’d have to vote for a MAN again, and you know how that goes, right girlfriends?

Photo of Mr. Palin grabbed from this site and then given the lolcat treatment by a sinner most deadly

KINDERTRAUMA

Bonni found this amazing site and just had to share.

"KINDERTRAUMA is about the movies, books, and toys that scared you when you were a kid. It’s also about kids in scary movies, both as heroes and villains. And everything else that’s traumatic to a tyke! Through reviews, stories, artwork, and testimonials, we mean to remind you of all the things you once tried so hard to forget…"

Which led to some entertaining discussion about what freaked us out as kids.(Rod was frightened by a small, pickle juice-stained photograph of Nikola Tesla which he found stuffed inside a Heino album, which pretty much explains Rod)

This is what scared the beejeebers out of me as a tot (which pretty much explains my lack of enthusiasm for machinery). I had nightmares for years about that electric shaver coming down the stairs with its malevolent tail trailing behind it and a mouth full of buzzing teeth.

For your viewing pleasure: A Thing About Machines Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Tacky Plax: Production

Looks like someone else is jumping on the tacky plax bandwagon!

Welcome aboard!

Vancouver Vuitton Vespa

Over on Neatorama there's a post about a foo foo Vespa in Paris, all tricked out in brown 'n gold Vuitton finery. Sure, it's shiny and perfect, but this Vancouver scooter has street cred. It has the rain-soaked basket, the smear on the side, the mirrors like big friendly bug eyes watching the skies for that next poopy bird.

This scooter is the Drew Barrymore of Vespas; a little worn around the edges, but tough and funny, and in a tight spot she's got your back. Paris Vespa? Posh Spice. Stylish and pretty, but too perfect and pulled too tight for the common man.

And no dirty bird would ever dare poo on Posh.

Tacky Plax: Sons of Bees

 

Happy Tax Day!

From your pals at ebay, a "vintage tax stamp, dealer in opium cocaine coca leaves".

A Vision of Leo Sayer Appears on a Wall

I know I'm maybe a little obsessed with the Leo Sayer Experience, but he's not helping. Friday evening we were at Tubby Dog, minding our own business, eating Cap'n's Dogs and something with a lot of hots, celebrating someone turning 12, and what to our wondering eyes should appear...

1974 Mime Alphabet Book

So...many...things...wrong with this picture.

From a brilliant flickr group called "Thriftstore Hell", found by Kamala.

God-Awful, We Hardly Knew Ye

My faith is somewhat restored in Vancouver and its decidedly middlebrow consumer populace with the recent closing of Oh My Godard - the chain art gallery store showcasing the mind-blowing talents of self-described "rock star of the art world," Michael Godard. (You can tell he's a rock star too by his outrageous tats, rebellious eyeliner, and overall factory-issue Sunset Strip douchebag uniform.)

Click and prepare to have your mind blown.

Yup, something's blowing, all right. Way to go, Vancouver - you actually had enough class to send the crappy cavorting martini olives and dashed off salutes to greed a-packin'. Who knew?