and now we sing!
Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
have a drumstick and your brain stops ticking
Remember poor Elmer McCurdy? Coin slot mouth, pulled on roller skates, sideshow exhibit, haunted house prop…all after he died?
Well, apparently, someone on the…
spoilers if you haven’t listened to the episode yet
…Six Million Dollar Man crew thought to snap a photograph after discovery (arm loss) and before Elmer-removal. And I found it.
Click on it for slight enlargement to full size. So…enjoy?
Thanks to the New South Wales Library, and to Daisy-Boo Cannon, a fabulous Rube who wrote a better caption than I could, so I am just going to leave this here: probably the last photograph taken of Xavier Mertz and his huskies.
— Daisy-Boo Cannon (@DaisyBooCannon) September 4, 2015
original entry: Episode 108:Douglas Mawson
i hate when my health gets between me and The Dollop. Catching up, but for now, I end my personal second (virtual) tour of Australia by dispelling the myth that nearly every creature in Australia can kill you. Just look at that widdle face!
Courtship in huntsman spiders is surprisingly romantic when compared to other spiders. The male is rarely attacked by the female and the process may last many hours.
Huntsman spiders of many species sometimes enter houses. They are also notorious for entering cars, and being found hiding behind sun visors or running across the dashboard. – See more at: australianmuseum.net.au
…and sweet dreams, lovies. I shall return with episode entries tout suite.
There was octopus wrestling, and then shit got real. As it should have.
We just finished our first full month together. I have been here since the end of March, but, until the middle of June, it was me, alone, in my creepy basement lab. Thank you for letting me out. I like it out here with the sane people.
Thank you to the nice Rubes who clicked through to Amazon from this site before doing their regular shopping. You helped pay for hosting expenses! Paying expenses keeps me out of the basement, and I love you for it. I like being around the other people. I get to write silly things about the silly things Dave and Gareth say, and occasionally write my own silly things.
I’m a glorious wordsmith at saying stuff and junk.
And within all this silliness, I get to assist two really kind, talented guys using my own tools.
I love you Rubes. Momma Carla loves you. Here’s your present: a very early picture of my writing on my Mac 512. Every time I receive a wee bit of renevue, I shall give you a embarrassing-myself present such as this.
#tbt I have so much honest affection for this picture. Mostly b/c I can see past the awkward & see how pretty I didn’t know I was! I actually was the take off her glasses & she’s pretty trope, and I had no idea. Plus, all the 1980’s awesome: the Mac (dig the square mouse), the Cyndi Lauper and Prince posters, and, to the left, cut off by IG, is a turntable and an Atari 400 upgraded to an 800. And could I rock a flannel gown or what? #respecttheplaid #claradoxical #1980s #Mac512 #Atari #Atari400
So if you want more of this awkwardness, and more growth of the site, with means more awesome for you Rubes, these are the ways to help:
- First off, Join the forums! Play with meeeeeee. I am creating forums that can only be accessed by members, because reasons. I want to try to coordinate with Patreon, if they have the capability, to create a tier of forums for Patreon donors.
- Comment on articles, because Rubes talk to each other, yo. Every time I receive a comment that is not spam, I cry a beautiful diamond tear that becomes a fairy, and that is how fairies are born, from my happy tears. Don’t you believe in fairies anymore?
- Come say hey there hi there ho there before going to Amazon‘s main page and buy whatever you like.
- Try Audible and Get Two Free Audiobooks— I have been a member since 2007, and I love them so so much.
- click on any book, documentary, or music link from any given entry, and then either buy it or something else from Amazon or iTunes (which includes iBooks, the App Store, even Podcasts, which are free free free)
. Caffeine means hyperactivity means more site activity.
I missed the first day in 7 weeks yesterday! The horror, o the humanity! Thunderstorm equals power outage. Dagnabbit.
More to come today, but, as an apology gift, I leave you with an extremely Dollop-y photo, with hope that it puts some curl back into your hair this fine Tuesday:
Just Arnold Schwarzenegger having a ballet lesson. pic.twitter.com/auiCjCwOoc
— Lost In History (@ThislsAmazing) July 28, 2015
I love Instagram for many reasons, one of which is that it has become a splendid place for fans to share events.
Some days, it is really, really good to be an American. Take down those Stars and Bars, and put up the Rainbow flag, it’s time to celebrate, honey!
I hope June 26 becomes a national holiday. A fun, sparkly, glittery national holiday when we celebrate equality and how much more fun life is when we all have the same rights and can just relax and enjoy each other.
(And, yes, by the way, I do follow the teachings of Jesus–and the best part is, it’s okay if you don’t!–and he believed that no one should be oppressed by anyone else, and that love is always the answer above anything else. Love fulfills the nitpicky laws. So no worries, no anger, no nasty comments about Sodom, turn up the volume on Jesus Christ Superstar and dance with me, baby! It’s all going to work out just fine.)
John and I started our fight for a simple reason: We wanted the State of Ohio to recognize our lawful Maryland marriage on John’s impending death certificate. We wanted respect and dignity for our 20-year relationship, and as he lay dying of ALS, John had the right to know his last official record as a person would be accurate. We wanted to live up to the promises we made to love, honor, and protect each other as a committed and lawfully married couple. (Jim Obergefell, whitehouse.gov)