Mellow Gold, Choice Gems

Bigguppps to Retrospace, an exhaustive collection of choice gems from the 50s, 60s and 70s, where i foundthe above pics. They've also got a rad tumblr page. A lot to enjoy.

The New York Mets 2011 Season Marketing Slogan: So After the Laughter I Guess Comes the Tearz

The Mets put out a bummer of a survey last week.
Followed by an even sadder commercial. The rap response: After the laughter, comes tearz. The rock response: Sad But True.

The Giants The Iggles and The Miracle at the Meadowlands Part 2

Los Angeles Stickball Logos

Variations on the crest I made below:

Mike Francesa, English Professor

Metrodome Collapse Cocaine Photoshops; and Newcastle Mike Ashley Photoshop in the Guardian.

What dreams may come; or Fill my dreams with flakes of snow:

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Also, I had this photoshop run in the Guardian today in a gallery about Mike Ashley and the mess at Newcastle United.

The Hottest Band in the Land (Not the Beatles), Now on iTunes.

This is Los Angeles

Some photos from when S-Booms was in town.

Those aren't little rocks, those are surfers. Bananas. Off the coast of Palos Verdes.

Fuck your dream.

When nothing less will do.

Coincidentally, 2 minutes is how fast you will feel like shit after eating a combo Wingworks/KFC meal.

At Cole's French Dip downtown.

Ride or Die. You love it. We live it.

A man on the make. A man on the move.

Gin and Juice - Snoop Dogg and KISS

Fade into Bolivia: The Shea Hey Obscurity Department--A Column on Qatar 2022 and Ashes Images for the Cricket Sadists' Quarterly

Got a column up at WorldCupBuzz.com on Qatar hosting the 2022 World Cup.

As you are all aware, England and Australia are currently battling it out down under for the Ashes, the most beautiful and meaningful trophy in sports. After five scintillating days, the first test ended in a draw (how's that for a payoff), and the second test ends today (maybe another draw!). I've had some images included in the new issue of Cricket Sadists' Quarterly, the excellent magazine put out by Jarrod Kimber, the man behind Cricketwithballs.com. The new issue of Cricket Sadists' Quarterly is available for sale here, in print form or as a downloadable e-book. But if you want it, holla at me for a copy. The images I made are below.

"My Fur Game was at an All Time High." Cam'ron

Killa Season - The Movie. A glorious, rambling mess. That's my man tho.

Did Matt Groening Take the Name 'Homer Simpson' From Nathanael West's novel "Day of the Locusts?"

Considering the many high-falutin' references in "The Simpsons" over the years, it can't be mere coincidence that bumbling oaf Homer Simpson shares the name of the naive Midwestern Homer Simpson in Nathanael West's 1939 novel "Day of the Locusts." It's a good one too, as is his other major work, "Miss Lonelyhearts."
In 1975, a movie was made of "Day of the Locusts," and Donald Sutherland played Homer, it's a ridiculous trailer. 

For All The Schtee In the World (Randoms From the Vault)

A very metal photo.

Impressive, if not overly accurate.

 

There's a lot wrong with this picture, the least of which is the pink towel. 

 The O.G. Genesis of Smoovy Suav/Suavy Smoov

And finally, just a happy reminder.

Leslie Nielsen; It was All Good, Even Dracula Dead and Loving It.

 

Frank: It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.
Jane: Goodyear?
Frank: No, the worst.  

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Frank: Wilma, I promise you; whatever scum did this, not one man on this force will rest one minute until he's behind bars. Now, let's grab a bite to eat.
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Vincent Ludwig: Drebin!
Jane: Frank!
Frank: You're both right. 
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Lt. Frank Drebin: Miss, I'm Lt. Frank Drebin, and this is Captain Ed Hocken, Police Squad.
Busty Female Shop Assistant: Is this some kind of bust?
Lt. Frank Drebin: Well... it's very impressive, yes, but we need to ask you a few questions.
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Lt. Frank Drebin: Oh, it's all right. I'm sure that we can handle this situation maturely, just like the responsible adults that we are. Isn't that right, Mr... Poopy Pants?
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Lt. Frank Drebin: That's the red-light district. I wonder why Savage is hanging around down there.
Captain Ed Hocken: Sex, Frank?
Lt. Frank Drebin: Uh, no, not right now, Ed.
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Lt. Frank Drebin: This is Frank Drebin, Police Squad. Throw down your guns, and come on out with your hands up. Or come on out, then throw down your guns, whichever way you wanna do it. Just remember the two key elements here: one, guns to be thrown down; two, come on out!
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Frank: It's a topsy-turvy world, and maybe the problems of two people don't amount to a hill of beans. But this is our hill. And these are our beans! (bonus points---Coup's yearbook quote!)
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Freddy Coupon's Untitled Meadowlands Review

When first documented, the sea of gray seats was received with disdain, but when you're going halfsies between a team with a red and blue color scheme and a team with a green and white one, this is one of the few options you have.

Um, where's #12? Maybe Vinny hasn't put in his retirement papers in yet because he's at home waiting for a call at the Jets' greatest hour of need. On another note, it appears as if the Jets' Ring of Honor has to be replaced every game by the Giants' equivalent: couldn't they put them on pivoting signs like the teams split the merchandise at the team store with swivel racks?

The Sanchize was gonna draw the most cheers anyway, but maybe he insisted on being the flag bearer for the post-veterans' day festivities. Not pictured: Shaun Ellis running out with a cloak before the Halloween game.

Have to give Fireman Ed credit for working the PR machine to become the Jets' de facto mascot. He may not have invented the signature chant, but he certainly staked ownership to it.

My thoughts on the stadium:
-On our way up the escalator for the Halloween game, my buddy Mike asked me if the louvers lining the building were operable and I had to break the unfortunate news to him.
-The biggest complaint about the building's facilities heard on air are about the lines for the bathrooms, and my wait lasted all of halftime, but that's probably the norm the in the upper decks of any other venue.
-I can't speak for the most common grievance, the stadium's liberal definition of satellite parking. I took the train both times, and they certainly pack them in. You get a pretty good sampling of the range of the fanbase, from the scarred old-timers to the sloshed, young ne'er-do-wells that have come to symbolize the archetypal 'Gate D' fan.
-The concourses are wider, but it's not as if the predecessor was so cramped that a change had to be made. The egg sandwich stands are a nice touch, because they do add a bit of local flavor with the use of Taylor ham (pork roll for those of us east of the Hudson), a Jersey breakfast staple.
-The four massive videoboards at each sponsor's corner aren't too intrusive or distracting. On that note, the Allianz backlash before the 2008 economic collapse is comical now, because if someone offered Mara/Tisch/Johnson $25 million a year to call the venue Hitler Field they wouldn't sign fast enough. Never, ever look a gift horse in a mouth, especially one with eight figures.
-The crowds were gamely, though as seen in every new sporting venue in the country a constant stream of traffic up and down aisles was always present. I can't hold it against the fans for sitting on their hands during the Green Bay debacle, because there wasn't a single positive play to rally behind. However, the half empty stadium during the frantic Houston comeback was inexcusable, even for SOJ veterans, because being down four points even without timeouts isn't exactly a death knell.

I'm probably done going to games for the season, though I could be swayed to going to the Buffalo season finale if the team needs it (hopefully for seeding only) or a home playoff game (extreme rarity for this franchise).

Happy Thanksgiving New York Sports Fans! (Who aren't fans of the Yankees)

Gobble-Gobble, Knick, Ranger, Met and Islander fans. No hope, no future.