Santa is a secret agent on his day off.

Night Gallery Paintings by Tom Wright

The three canvases produced for the pilot film were painted by Jaroslav "Jerry" Gebr. The paintings for the series were painted by Tom Wright, who rarely paints anymore and gone on to work as a TV director (The X-Files, Millennium, The Wire). Wright began painting in oils on canvas in the first season, then switched primarily to acrylics on masonite board for the rest of the series paintings. When Night Gallery was prepared for syndication, episodes of another series, The Sixth Sense, were included in the syndication package. New introductions with Rod Serling were filmed, and the paintings for the 25 additional episodes were painted by the artist for the Gallery pilot, Jaroslav Gebr.

Most of the original paintings for Night Gallery were either altered for use in other productions or sold by Universal Studios years ago. For the most part they remain in private hands, although occasionally one shows up at an auction house. There are some forgeries floating around, the exact number unknown. In December 2002, two forgeries were offered in an online auction from Sotheby's through eBay. Before the auction started, one of the fakes was pulled, a bad copy of "The Late Mr. Peddington"—which had, accurately enough, its original title scrawled on the back of the painting, "The Flat Male," meaning that the forger had access to the original during the forging process. Still, an obvious fake of "The Flip-Side of Satan" was auctioned off at that time. Care must be taken by potential buyers if a Night Gallery painting is spotted at auction. If there is a question of authenticity, seek out an expert's help.

Universal Studios released a series of twelve art-print posters of some of the Gallery paintings in 1972. They are long out of print, although they occasionally show up at a collector's store or in an eBay auction. None of the reproductions included paintings from the pilot film or the first season of the series. Second season titles included "House—with Ghost," "You Can't Get Help like That Anymore," "The Dear Departed," "The Devil Is Not Mocked," "The Tune in Dan's Café," and "Phantom of What Opera?" Third season titles included "You Can Come Up Now, Mrs. Millikan," "Fright Night," "Spectre in Tap-Shoes," "She'll Be Company for You," and "Rare Objects" (this last was altered from the version shown in the series episode). The last of the twelve art prints, titled "The Return of the Sorcerer," was not the painting used for that episode in the series. It is definitely by Tom Wright, but it may have been painted for an unproduced segment of the show.

Buddha Boy found in Bara jungle

By Shankar Acharya & Upendra Lamichhane


NIJGADH, BARA, Dec 25 - Ram Bahadur Bomjon, popularly known as the Buddha Boy, who had disappeared from the jungle of Ratanpuri in Bara district, nine months ago, has reappeared nearby the area.
The 17-year old teenager Bomjon, who had been "meditating without any food or water" in the jungles of Ratanpuri village in the district had disappeared under unknown circumstances in March this year and was found in the jungles near Pathlaiya-Nijgadh road section of the Mahendra Highway on Sunday.

Local villagers who had been out hunting found Bomjon in dense forest located 5 km west of the highway yesterday night.

Bomjon appeared before the media and local villagers this afternoon in the same place.


His disappearance got widespread national and international coverage after news reports about his sudden abandonment of the meditation site at Charkose Jhadi of Ratanpur area in the district, where he had reportedly been meditating without food and water for ten months, were made public.

Bomjon had a sharp sword with him when the media reached the site.

When asked why a person in search of peace carried a sword, Bomjon replied that he had taken it for his "own protection."

The young man claimed he had still not eaten anything except herbal medicines during his meditation period.

Bomjan also said that henceforth he would meditate near the historical Halkhoriya pond, some five kilometers west of the place where he used to meditate before his disappearance.

Following the information that he had been spotted, a large number of people, including his family members and security personnel have arrived at the place to see him. The hunters who first spotted the Buddha boy are Rajendra Kunwar, Ram Krishna Moktan, Jaya Bahadur Kunwar and Bal Krishna Ale, of Dumarwana.

Son of an ordinary farmer in Ratanpur village of Bara district, Bomjon, his supporters and followers claim, had meditated without eating and drinking for months.

The Buddha boy has said that he does not want his new meditation site to be noisy and has said that his followers be allowed to see him only from a distance of some 10 meters. When asked what should be done with the donations that his followers and visitors would make, he urged to do anything with the donations, but keep from engaging in business or misuse.

The story of his meditation resembled an episode in the life of Gautam Buddha, who found enlightenment more than 2,500 years ago after 49 days. Coincidentally, Buddha was born only 257 km (160 miles) from Bara in 540BC.

Interestingly, Bomjon's mother's name, too, is Maya Devi- the name of Buddha's mother.

Kulak's Woodshed

I have to say that Charles Peyton is not a person to fuck with.
His Valley Village office has been dealing with the folk at Kulak's Woodshed for about 6 years now.

Chuck created a website a while back to chronicle the struggle he has had with the Owner of Kulak's Woodshed, Paul Kulak and his one time associate in crime councilwoman Wendy Greuel.

Peyton's website is... Creative at being nasty. While it looks like any other 3rd graders first webpage it does have some very interesting information on the goings on in Valley Village. It looks like Peyton has spent a lot of time trying to get Kulak to comply with codes or get outta dodge. While I had to see this site simply because it was created by Peyton I was amazed at the wealth of information it contained within its crazy ramblings. He has done his homework and if you can sift thru the crazy page he created you can see he truly is not a man to mess with.
Chuck Peyton, You are one crazy man on a mission. I salute you!

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Merry Christmas.

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This is Disneyland?

What would you call a fun filled ride that takes you down into darkened caverns and into some strange ol’ pirate town. A watery ride where you see a battle in progress, pirates popping out of barrels and convicts trying to get out of ye olde jail. Perhaps eagle eyed riders may catch a glimpse of a parrot pearched on a pirates chest o’ gold.

A scam and a possible pending lawsuit is what I’d call it.

While we in Southern California have the distinct honor of having “The happiest place on earth™” in our own back yard it seems Staffordshire England has a little something too.

The park is called Drayton Manor.

My friends at the THEMED ATTRACTIONS web group hipped me to this GEM of a park.

Drayton Manor is home to a watery boat ride called Pirate Adventure. Its so close to the Pirate “ride” at Disneyland that it’s difficult to tell them apart. Pirate Adventure is Sans the signature song A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME but all the other elements are there. The owner admits to ripping off the Disney ride back before the movies were a concept. This is honestly the Turkish Star Wars of Theme Park Rides.

Drayton Manor is a family theme park with a mixture of scenic and white knuckle rides. It covers 280 acres of land, and is visited by over one million people annually. Drayton Manor opened to the public on October 16th, 1949 as an 'inland pleasure resort' and has since grown substantially in size. It is the UK's leading family run theme park and the fourth most popular theme park in Britain in terms of visitor numbers. Last year the park was awarded 'Visitor Attraction of the Year' in the Heart of England Tourism Awards and was also voted 'Best UK Attraction for Children' by Group Leisure for the 3rd year running. This year the park received two awards: 'Best UK Attraction' awarded by Group Leisure and 'UK Attraction of the Year' awarded by Coach Tourism.

Well good on ya limey bastards.



A cloned Pirate ride is not the only thing the park has.
Lets see:

The following list indicates all the current rides at Drayton Manor Theme Park and what areas they are in:

Aerial Park:
Apocalypse, The Haunting (a walkthrough mansion attraction that somehow incorporates a haunted swing), Pandemonium, Big Wheel, Flying Dutchman, Drunken Barrels (They mean spinning teacups shaped like barrels. This is actually an improvement on the Disney ride since it has a beer theme!), Wild West Shoot Out (frontierland shooting gallery), Buffalo Coaster (might as well have called it Big Thunder-esque mountain coaster) , Sombrero, Drayton Queen Boat. (poofters)

Pirate Cove:
Excalibur - A Dragon's Tale(is the Dragon Named Pete?), Pirate Adventure (a dark ride “loosely” based on Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean), Jolly Roger(the first of two JOLLY rides), Dodgems (bumper cars), Jolly Buccaneer(that damn swinging ship ride that every sad park has), Pirate Raft Ride (oh I bet ye get to see Tom Saywers island from ye raft!).

Robinson's Land (Not the swiss family ones..dontcha know):
Flying Jumbos (ya see… if you replace the “D” with a “J” ya wont get sued), Junior Carousel('cause its fun when its small?), Ladybirds, Vintage Cars (Autopia), Mini Balloons(Baloonatopia), Arriva Crazy Bus(Santa Monicatopia), Super Dragon(not named Pete) Roller Coaster, Frog Hopper(or Mr frog hoppers wild ride), Whirly Wheel, Cadbury's Junior Pirate Ship (choco-pirate? Fudge lovin' "men o' the sea"...if ye know whats I be tellin').

Fisherman's Wharf:
Stormforce 10, Polperro Express Railway(a little gold,green and red train that goes around the park..where have I seen that before?), Carousel (another fuckin carousel).

Action Park:
Maelstrom, Shockwave, Splash Canyon (loosely based on the old AMERICA SINGS animatronics), Black Revolver (insensitive racists), G-Force, Chair Lift (this is just like the English to have a ride that’s named after something you try to get off of anywhere else in the world.)

I’m going to start my own Funtastic park if these wankin' wackos can rip off Disney in this way!


I’m going to call my park LARDLAND’S BY THE SEA
I’ll stick it out in the fuckin’ Mojave desert.

Let see what can my park have?
My first land will be called:

Yesterworld’s Future Equipment-land of discontinued electronics and such.
(that’s the name. No way I’m gonna change it!)
The rides:
Carousel of Carousels. (a seventy minute ride that tells you a 10 minute long narrative story called “History of the carousel” over and over)
The House of Yesterday (a house featuring products that never worked or never made it out of the prototype stage)
Spin Cycle. (a washer and dryer so everyone can do my laundry. Its not a ride but you may learn something so lets say its educational.)
Captain EO (it has to go somewhere!)

My second land will be
The pig sty.
Gordos dream (a dark ride thru a MacDonalds .No food allowed.)
Big Thunderbottom Railroad ( a slow rollercoaster thru a candy-like mountain and a fudge-like cave.)
Mr. Peeps Storybook Canal of Chocowhimsy. (actually not a ride but a picnic area)
The Bird Ripper. (a carousel that has turketlegs instead of brass rings)
The Butterhorn (double-wide fun on the pastery-filled mountain of buttery dreams. Another picnic area)
Snowballs Scary Adventures. ( chase a Hostess Snowball thru the large intestine on this dark ride. The end will surprise you!)

Third land….
Americatown.
Mainstreet NRA (with Great Moments with Mr. Heston)
WAL-Mart ( Americas only shopping choice)

Laconic

Word History:

The study of the classics allows one to understand the history of the term laconic, which comes to us via Latin from Greek Lakōnikos. The English word is first recorded in 1583 with the sense "of or relating to Laconia or its inhabitants." Lakōnikos is derived from Lakōn, "a Laconian, a person from Lacedaemon," the name for the region of Greece of which Sparta was the capital. The Spartans, noted for being warlike and disciplined, were also known for the brevity of their speech, and it is this quality that English writers still denote by the use of the adjective laconic, which is first found in this sense in 1589.

Episode IV a new blog (CLICK HERE)

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Happy Birthday!

Wait I take that back...

The FIRST film I ever worked on was a student film for Scott Mabbutt. It was some sort of creepshow-esque horror thing about a guy being haunted by a dead woman. (In reality it was a kid being haunted by a teenage girl) I lucked out I got to play the guy.

The Marc Rocco thing was the first feature film.

I wonder what ever happened to that short film?

I remember when this was all orange groves... as far as the eye could see.

The first film I ever worked on was a MARC ROCCO film called SCENES FROM THE GOLDMINE.

Marc Rocco would go on to direct the camp film WHERE THE DAY TAKES YOU and not much else. The executive producer was John Daly who went on to magicly produce Bertolucci's THE LAST EMPEROR that same year. In fact his name was simply attached to this crappy film as producer because his company, Hemdale, was the one who distributed this turkey. So that goes to show you even in the 80's the title of producer meant YOU DO NOTHING.

SCENES FROM THE GOLDMINE (a misqouted Doors Lyric mind you) was an ambitious tale that went something like this :

A beautiful young songwriter/musician joins a rock group and falls in love with its handsome lead singer. She's living the American Dream until she gets a rude awakening, when this guy is so greedy for stardom he steals her music along with her heart.

I was approched by a woman at the newly enclosed FALLBROOK MALL while on my lunchbreak. She handed me her card and asked if I wanted to be in the new Steve Railsback movie. (shuuuh yeah!duh?) He was MANSON so like... who wouldn't wanna be in a film with him?
I was working at JC PENNEY Catalog at the time. I was one of those phone operators that sat in a cubicle for 8 hours a day and listened to the nations problems...one call at a time. I had to beg for the day off.
Begged to be paid less then half a days wages to be an extra. Whoo hoo!
The call was at a local bar called MADAME WONGS WEST. The bar has long since been distroyed. I remember showing up at 7am after I spent 2 hours doing my hair and worring that they might send me home for not really being an actor. I was a boney kid with goofy pee wee herman hair and that was... a look... I guess... so they put me in like every scene. It was an odd experiance. I remember thinking at the time that crew really treated extras like shit. In fact I dont even think I knew what an "extra" was at the time. We broke for lunch and they didnt feed us. All the extras wandered over to the newley remodled RALPH's to get some lunch. Boy what cheap bastards.I remember I was excited to see Catherine Mary Stewart in person. She was in a fav film of mine called NIGHT OF THE COMET. Cameron Dye was in the scene and I remembered him from VALLEY GIRL and was excited to be in the same room with real actors. But where the fuck was MANSON Steve Railsback? I was dissapointed he wasn't there. I got paid 40 bucks in cash and was sent home after 10 hours of standing around and pretending to drink beer.
I have never seen this film.
I know GOLDMINE was released out on VHS and now that the format is officially dead I guess I'll never see it. I doubt it will ever see DVD or if a master still exists.
That film was released in 1987 but I'm pretty sure it was shot in the early part of 1986.


So... that was my first look into the world of film... as an extra.
Thanks to Marc Rocco and the crew of that film for showing me how NOT to treat people.

I may not be able to remember all the things I have worked on but I will never forget the first time on a movie set.
Next up adventures with Albert Pyun!

Honey... Why can't we go on a vacation this Christmas?

oh... That's why.

Have an ultraman Christmas

Or How Ultraman battled the Wampa on Hoth.

The laugh of the day goes to....

Cheer up Bucko!

We live in a world that is as dark, bloody and crooked as Peter O'Toole's bottom front teeth. I am constantly reminded that a handshake and a smile is not a promise.

Here are todays pictures that have distracted me from this suck ass Christmas and looming birthdays.

Click here to find out how SOY makes kids gay.

The future made easy.

ZERO GRAVITY TOILET.
PASSENGERS ARE ADVISED TO READ INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE USE.

1. The toilet is of the standard zero-gravity type. Depending on requirements, System A and/or System B can be used, details of which are clearly marked in the toilet compartment. When operating System A, depress lever and a plastic dalkron eliminator will be dispensed through the slot immediately underneath. When you have fastened the adhesive lip, attach connection marked by the large "X" outlet hose. Twist the silver coloured ring one inch below the connection point until you feel it lock.

2. The toilet is now ready for use. The Sonovac cleanser is activated by the small switch on the lip. When securing, twist the ring back to its initial-condition, so that the two orange line meet. Disconnect. Place the dalkron eliminator in the vacuum receptacle to the rear. Activate by pressing the blue button.

3. The controls for System B are located on the opposite wall. The red release switch places the uroliminator into position; it can be adjusted manually up or down by pressing the blue manual release button. The opening is self adjusting. To secure after use, press the green button which simultaneously activates the evaporator and returns the uroliminator to its storage position.

4. You may leave the lavatory if the green exit light is on over the door. If the red light is illuminated, one of the lavatory facilities is not properly secured. Press the "Stewardess" call button on the right of the door. She will secure all facilities from her control panel outside. When green exit light goes on you may open the door and leave. Please close the door behind you.

5. To use the Sonoshower, first undress and place all your clothes in the clothes rack. Put on the velcro slippers located in the cabinet immediately below. Enter the shower. On the control panel to your upper right upon entering you will see a "Shower seal" button. Press to activate. A green light will then be illuminated immediately below. On the intensity knob select the desired setting. Now depress the Sonovac activation lever. Bathe normally.

6. The Sonovac will automatically go off after three minutes unless you activate the "Manual off" over-ride switch by flipping it up. When you are ready to leave, press the blue "Shower seal" release button. The door will open and you may leave. Please remove the velcro slippers and place them in their container.

7. If the red light above this panel is on, the toilet is in use. When the green light is illuminated you may enter. However, you must carefully follow all instructions when using the facilities during coasting (Zero G) flight. Inside there are three facilities:
(1) the Sonowasher, (2) the Sonoshower, (3) the toilet.
All three are designed to be used under weightless conditions. Please observe the sequence of operations for each individual facility.

8. Two modes for Sonowashing your face and hands are available, the "moist-towel" mode and the "Sonovac" ultrasonic cleaner mode. You may select either mode by moving the appropriate lever to the "Activate" position. If you choose the "moist-towel" mode, depress the indicated yellow button and withdraw item. When you have finished, discard the towel in the vacuum dispenser, holding the indicated lever in the "active" position until the green light goes on...showing that the rollers have passed the towel completely into the dispenser. If you desire an additional towel, press the yellow button and repeat the cycle.

9. If you prefer the "Sonovac" ultrasonic cleaning mode, press the indicated blue button. When the twin panels open, pull forward by rings A & B. For cleaning the hands, use in this position. Set the timer to positions 10, 20, 30 or 40...indicative of the number of seconds required.
The knob to the left, just below the blue light, has three settings, low, medium or high. For normal use, the medium setting is suggested.

10. After these settings have been made, you can activate the device by switching to the "ON" position the clearly marked red switch. If during the washing operation, you wish to change the settings, place the "manual off" over-ride switch in the "OFF" position. you may now make the change and repeat the cycle.

Early Child Development: Homo prevention tips.

1. A boy must not sit on a toilet unless he is having a bowel movement. Standing straight up, not hunched over while urinating, is a sign of manliness. Squatting on a toilet seat (especially if he hovers to avoid the urine of others or prissily wipes the seat with a square of toilet tissue) to pee is not only effeminate but a sign of shame! It is a secret hobby that homosexuals use in their daily lives. It is a scientific fact that when needing to use the restroom, a male is called upon to engage in the unpleasant undertaking of extruding a poopy in only 1 out of every 3 visits. But homosexuals use all three visits to practice squatting, to limber the cheeks of their bottom in preparation for even the most enormous penises. Such calisthenics are neither necessary nor advisable for men who have no intention of squatting over an engorged penis. As soon as your child is able to walk on two feet, you must make that sure he is taught to stand proudly in front of a private or public toilet seat, and to speak not a word, especially in response to the coy whispers of Catholic priests in the next stall.

2. A boy must eat everything on his plate. But if your son pesters you to serve corn on the cob, hot dogs or sausages, that is your signal to change his diet. Try serving meals that more effectively evoke a hankering for the fragrant delights of the female genitalia. An artichoke stuffed with tuna fish will usually do the trick.

3. A boy must always wear socks, except while swimming. So-called, "flip-flops" and "sandals," where the toes and ankles are exposed are products that were created during the (homo)sexual revolution. Creation research indicates that these types of provocative "shoes," were invented by homosexuals in San Fransissyco during the late 1960's with fetishes for little boy ankles. Thwart the perverted delight of these pedo-pedophiles with a thick pair of tube socks!

4. A boy must not be allowed to watch cartoons of any kind. He should spend Saturday mornings sitting quietly by his Father's side (with a respectful 3" between the male bodies), watching sports that don't involved male leotards. He must watch Football, Basketball, Baseball and Boxing. Soccer is not a sport for civilized people and often results in alarmingly long, uncut penises escaping from very alluring satin shorts. Soccer appeals only to poor, uneducated halflings from underdeveloped countries where the women grow mustaches twice as fast as the men. Make your child aware of this. When there are no sports on TV, take your boy out in the backyard and throw the football or play catch with a very hard baseball. Under no circumstances: wrestle in shorts, especially if your son is strapping, handsome and sporting a noticeably turgid crotch.

5. A boy must not play with dolls. If your boy has a young sister, forbid him from entering her room except for the purposes of the type of ordinary heterosexual experimentation that occurs in any Christian household. If you catch your male child playing with dolls, Landover Baptist Child Psychologists recommended that you shave his head, and sit him out at the end of the driveway with a sign around his neck that says, "I'm a Sissy Boy Who Plays With Dolls – Mailman: Why don't you just go ahead and stick something in my mouth?." This method of prevention has a 99.5% success rate (unless your particular mailman is young and attractive).

6. A boy must not refer to his parents as "Mommy" or "Daddy." As soon as your boy is old enough to speak, he must be taught to call his Mother, "Ma," or "Momma" or "Mommie Dearest." When addressing his Father, he should refer to him as, "Sir," "Dad," or "Commander." "Mommy" and "Daddy" are what fey, spoiled boys weaned on effeminacy coo, embarrassing you in front of the neighbors by never keeping the palms of their hands below their waists.

7. A boy must always wear thick, white underwear. White boxers, and/or briefs are acceptable. Your child must be taught that men who wear colored underwear or undergarments that are cut within one inch of the outer periphery of their pubic region or the trough of the valley between the cheeks of their bottom are either European or Homosexual – and in America there is no difference between the two.

8. A boy must never cry or pout. Crying, pouting or showing feelings are weak and feminine traits. After the natural tears of infancy, brought on by a child's traumatic exit from the spiritual realm of Heaven, to the horrible shock every young man experiences in seeing his very own mother's hairy, dilated vagina, and into this Devil run world we call, "Earth," your boy must be taught to stop crying. It usually takes a normal child several weeks to get over its birth – even when using daily submersions into ice-water.If your child is still crying after three weeks, please drop him off at the Creation Science Laboratory for the remainder of the year and for a determination of whether he is worth having back.

9. A boy must not use brightly colored crayons or any crayons from any colors of a rainbow. Christian parents should remove and destroy any suspiciously colored crayons from their boy's box of Crayolas. This needs no explanation, as we here at Landover Baptist are all familiar with Mr. Crayola's so-called "alternate lifestyle," and his reason for putting "Pansy Pink" and "Engorged Penis Head Purple" into his boxes are quite obvious. A boy must also draw in straight lines. Some curves are fine, but if you suspect your child of "doodling," and see that he is using more curves than straight lines, please call your Pastor immediately.

10. A boy must not skip or prance. You must not allow your boy to attend any school where they teach the children to "skip," or play "hopscotch" in Physical Education class. Creation Scientists have proved that such activities are the precursor to cross-dressing, appreciation for poetry, a sardonic display of irony and the rampant shoplifting of skin care products.

Find the "HUNTER GATHERER" in this picture

Life of one Theater

The Monica Theatre opened in the late 1930's with a seating capacity of 638 on one level (no balcony). It was a regular local neighborhood movie theatre to begin with, screening general release movies. A few of the film that have been screened at this neighborhood cinema were:
(Feb. 11, 1948)
John Garfield Lilli Palmer in
"Body and Soul"
Monica, Los Angeles

(Sept. 7, 1958)
Julien Duvivier's latest supspense hit, "Deadlier Than the Male," opens an exclusive Los Angeles engagement Friday at the Monica Theater. "Law and Disorder," a British crime thriller starring Michael Redgrave, Robert Morely, Ronald Squire and Lionel Jeffries, is the companion feature.

(Nov. 25, 1958)
As the result of a survey conducted among the patrons of Sunset and Monica Theaters a series of foreign films has been booked for preholiday showings. The opening program, starting tomorrow at both theaters, will be Gina Lollobrigida and Gerard Philipe, "Beauties of the Night," directed by Rene Clair, and "Fan Fan the Tulip," with Gerard Philipe in the title role.

(March 1, 1959)
The prize-winning Swedish film, "The Seventh Seal, has been held over at the Monica Theater and the opening of "Forbidden Fruit," starring Fernandel and Francoise Arnoul, has been postponed until Friday.

During the 1960's it went over to 'art house' programming.

(March 1, 1965)
COURT RULES FILM NOT OBSCENE
BACHELOR TOM PEEPING
ADULTS ONLY
2nd Big Hit!
Brigitte Bardot
"Strip-Tease"


When this Arthouse concept failed it was taken over by the Pussycat chain and became a straight porn theatre in the 1970's and was re-named Pussycat Theatre.

During the early-mid 1970's, this theater (along with the Pussycat in Buena Park aka the Grand) was Pussycat's premiere showhouse. Porn films for the Los Angeles area would premier here and play at this theater(and Buena Park) first before filtering through to the rest of the Pussycat chain. Unusual (for porn theater standards) was that during this period, there were also no double bills. Also, the films often would have multiple month runs instead of weekly changeovers. Other notable porn films that premiered here: Devil in Miss Jones, Private Afternoons of Pamela Mann, Naked Came the Stranger, Opening of Misty Beethoven

This would largely change in 1977, when business dropped due largely to the LA Times new policy of no longer carrying advertisements for X-rated films. Pussycat had spent over $1 million a year advertising in the LA Times alone. Business dipped by over 10% as a result. Both this theater and Buena Park would become like most any Pussycat theater, showing double bills. It had lost its "uniqueness". PUSSYCAT THEATRES began in Los Angles in the late 1960s. Vincent Miranda proved that a business that carried a nasty reputation could be ran with style and honesty. All of the 47 California theatres were beautifully renovated, decorated in rich velvets, and adorned with gold chandeliers. The lobbies shared the worlds largest collection of nude oil paintings. The theatres were kept impeccably clean and in perfect working order. With this being the Flagship of the porn chain below the marquee in cement are the hand and foot prints of famous Adult Film Stars. These imprints have endured thru decades of city mandated "street improvements".

With the demise of the Pussycat chain it went over to showing gay male porn, being re-named Tomkat Theatre and most recently STUDS.


MONICA
7734 Santa Monica Blvd.

What good are vipers against star distroyers?

the hamburger happy clown

People have asked if I'm from Jersey ( I thought it was because I'm gay and most people from Jersey are too)

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Clown 101

Old folks and clowns.

Bonky please kill me.

It doesn't get any worse than this.

Overcoming the ghost of christmas past (or the christmas that never will be)

As Asshole Americans begin racing through shopping malls, planning parties and cooking elaborate meals this month, hopes are high for a merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah or joyous Kwanzaa.

During the holidays, expectations about the future and sentimental thoughts about the past merge. Dr. John Hipple, a University of North Texas counselor, says that most Americans expect to have a good time during the holidays, "yet hopes of happy times can be dashed by memories of trauma and loss."

"Dealing with sad feelings at a time when society expects us to be happy can cause major conflict and even depression," he says.

Hipple says dealing with sad memories is particularly difficult during the holidays, when events can result in a sad thought.

"While you're carving that Thanksgiving turkey, you might think about who's missing at the table. The empty chair may remind you of Uncle Joe, who died last year. The other empty chair might make you wonder if your husband will return from the war in Iraq," he says.

Hipple says walking under the mistletoe might trigger reminders of a lost love, while lighting the menorah on the first night of Hanukkah could conjure memories of a deceased parent.

"Many people advise their friends and relatives to overcome loss through will power," Hipple says. '"Just get over it,' they say."

Hipple says in American culture, people are not allowed to grieve for very long.

"We are encouraged to get over it and get on with it. We're afraid of death as a whole, while other cultures see death and loss as part of life," he says.

According to Hipple, individuals can walk successfully along the pathway of loss, trauma and grief. Self-dialogue and a support system of friends can help with management of grief, he says.

The first step to dealing with emotion is to acknowledge it, he says.

"If you're happy, be happy. On the other hand, don't deny sadness just because it's the season to be merry," he says.

Hipple says in working through loss and grief, it's helpful to find constructive ways to memorialize loved ones and missed opportunities. He encourages those working through grief to also look for things to celebrate. Finding supportive friends is equally important, he says.

"Recognize that your friends might have different cultural expectations than you do, so choose friends you can trust," he says. "Teach your friends what is helpful to you and understand that others are not going to take away your grief."

Hipple encourages people to be their own best friend during the holidays.

"You don't have to feel out of synch with what's going on around you," he says. "By facing your fears, your sadness and your grief, you can tell yourself you're living in an increasingly positive way. Give yourself the best gift of all — the freedom to have feelings and be yourself."

Thanks Hipple. I'm sure he's never had to deal with Christmas depression firsthand. His words sound helpful yet do not take away the overwhelming feelings of uselessness. Words do little to erase the sadness felt over friends and family long gone but not forgotten. Christmas is like a scene out of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Jack Finney must have known this depression.

boogie man

What the hell happened to TV and the internet? How did all these hidious restrictions creep up on us? Remember when MTV used to show videos? Remember when you could see a gang sign and not have it fuzzed out? Remember when you could say whatever the hell you wanted to say on the internet and not be in fear of some orginization coming thru your front door with warrant taped to the front of a battering ram ? How did this all happen? WTF was with that Janet Jackson tit (can I say tit?) thing years ago? Better tits have been on tv before so... why that? Why did we stand for that type of censorshit? How long until sirrus radio is censored? Dear god do I have to worry about my fuckin christmas cards too? YEP sure do! I have to make sure they are Holiday cards.

This world sucks ass.

Who are we afraid of?

If you just quit or are on the "patch" this is for you.

Random Mom

I came home after work and jumped on YouTube and found this ranting random Mom.

I dig her!

Looks like someone had a nice thanksgiving.

The Associated Press
Wednesday, December 6, 2006; 12:10 PM

WASHINGTON -- Mary Cheney, the openly gay daughter of Vice President Dick Cheney and his wife, Lynne, is pregnant.

Mary Cheney, 37, and her partner of 15 years, Heather Poe, 45, are expecting a baby, said Lea Anne McBride, a spokeswoman for the vice president. The baby is due in late spring.

"The vice president and Mrs. Cheney are looking forward with eager anticipation to the arrival of their sixth granddaughter," McBride said.

The vice president's other, older daughter, Elizabeth Cheney, is on leave as deputy assistant secretary of state after having her fifth child with her husband in July.

Mary Cheney was an aide to her father during the 2004 campaign, as was Elizabeth, and now is vice president for consumer advocacy at AOL.

McBride declined to elaborate on the circumstances of Mary Cheney's pregnancy.
Mary Cheney and Poe moved from Colorado to Virginia a year ago to be closer to the Cheney family.

The Washington Post first reported the news in Wednesday's editions.

Merry Christmas nutbag!

Scary Poppins

A very nice recut of mary poppins.

See it while you can.

One turtle heard pickled squid is new.

MOSKAU Now with English subtitles as translated by Gwyneth Paltrow.

My peeps

PEEPS!

The marshmallow creatures from another world have long delighted millions with their sandpaper skins and chewy insides, but for the Christmas enthusiast, they're now available in a wide array of "holiday varieties" -- at least four different kinds, plus whichever others ones I couldn't locate. The types of holiday Peeps may number in the dozens, by my local stores know when to call it quits. When you're eating four different kinds of Peeps, you're eating enough.


First up, here's a revamped version of the original yellow birdies -- same shape and same inwardly curled beak, but now they're a bright shade of Christmas Red. More interesting than the candies themselves is the little chick drawing on the package; a bird complete with Santa cap and undersized candy cane. Apparently, the original yellow Peeps have been around for 50 years. That's a whole lotta Peep-eatin. Let's assume that 20 million people have eaten two Peeps a year for the past five decades. This equates to a staggering 2,000,000,000 Peeps consumed. The number also provides chilling visions of what a congregation of two billion Peeps would actually look like. I'm picturing the world's biggest lemon. Or our second sun. Peepsy.

The red Peeps don't look as natural as their yellow cousins, obviously. If red baby chicks exist -- and believe me, I really hope they do -- I've never seen 'em. As things stand now, they look more like what'd plop out of constipated ape's ass. It's all in the spirit of Christmas.



Here's the second holiday variety -- "Peeps Snowmen." While cute enough, the red targets on their chests seem to mark them as "in season." So, don't feel bad about killing and eating them. They're in season.


Up next, it's the Peeps "Christmas Trees." These green masses of marshmallow sludge come fully decorated with a series of colorful dots and a tree topping star that looks a lot like the preamble to a massive bout of Easy Cheese squirtation. Come on, you know what I'm saying.

Of course, the three varieties mentioned above all taste exactly alike. Try as we might to find new flavors in the colors, it's just wishful thinking. A Peep is a Peep is a Peep, and unless specifically advertised as something new and terrific, they all taste like globs of sand-covered Fluff. Fortunately, our fourth and final holiday Peeps variety creates a new page in the Peeps' Book of Flavors. What you've seen above were merely appetizers for this unbridled display of Christmas tastiness...


"Marshmallow Peeps Cutouts."
Depending on your point of view, they're either supposed to represent gingerbread men or the more standard and vague "Christmas cookies." Either way, they're friggin' awesome. Sold in a different type of packaging than most Peeps, they're also a whole lot bigger, puffier, and susceptible to becoming stale. They cost more, too, but who wouldn't spare an extra fifty cents for a Peep creature that tastes like "holiday cookies?"


Indeed, that's what they taste like. Pretty disgustingly good stuff, to be honest. It's also the only kind of Peep I've ever seen with a colored marshmallow middle -- they're light tan on the outside, and a bit darker on the inside. This tiny distinction makes Peeps Cutouts somehow seem ten trillion times less desirable than all of other varieties. Granted, they're way more posable than the chicks and snowmen, too.


At one time, Peeps only seemed to crawl from their reclusive hideaways during the Easter season. While the original chicks are available year round these days, you can only buy the marshmallow crap pictured above during December. Maybe you'll get lucky and find a few on clearance in January, but come on...who wants to eat a Christmas Tree Peep after Christmas? It's like shoving Craisins up a turkey's ass for Labor Day.


By the way, all of these new "holiday" Peeps perform the same great trick as the originals when placed in a microwave. DEY EXPLODE. Merry Christmas.

PLAN 9 IN COLOR?

Why kiddies why? Why mess with a classic.

Engineer in the making

Whacha do this weekend? Well lemme tell ya...

The FESTIVAL OF TREES.

An event that offered up one drink and all the hor d'ourves you could eat. ONE FREE DRINK! (Remind me I have booze at the house) This was an event put on by the Eaglerock women of WWII or something like that. Greggory and I went to this thing not knowing what it was. The promise of winning a raffled Christmas tree was the selling point for us. We are so damn broke right now that a free tree is the only one we can afford to get.
Anyway this thing was put on in the WOMAN'S club of Eaglerock. A nice building from the outside and a rest home on the inside.
Not just in its appearance. Old folk everywhere.
The youngest person there was the councelman from that district. One scotch and soda didn't drink the event away but two certainly numbed the evening . It was not what I expected. Eaglerock is truly a little Peyton Place. Gossip abounds. What a trashy little throwback of a world it is. Whitefolk who whisper and gossip .. cant get enough of that! People were very nice to us even though we do not live in the neighborhood. You could see this was a big event for the queen bee who was buzzing around in her mall bought pantsuit complete with real Macy's countertop bought earrings! (oh the scandal of it!) I was bummed that there was not a tree from our favorite restaurant FATTY'S ... oh well.
I was sure that we would win a tree that I spent most of my food money for the week on raffle tickets. (that was the scotch doing what it does best... make me stupid)

I dig the community but... its just full of old people doing sedentary things.

Scopitones were crazy things!

The technology for the Scopitone machine itself (also known as a Cinebox) dates back to the late 1940's. A cross between a jukebox and a 26-inch color TV, was the result of technology developed for use during WWII, turned by CAMECA to civilian use, projecting 3-minute Scopitones—song films—for a quarter to tipsy audiences in clubs and bars. Terribly popular in France, the rest of the world began to take notice, and in 1963, George Wood from the William Morris Agency started a development deal to license the machines in the U.S., the Agency's first foray into multimedia.



Alas, Wood, up to his neck in gambling debts, also included in the deal a cobweb of Mafia up and down the East Coast. He didn't last out the deal, and one of his younger associates took over with a cleaner proposition. The completed negotiations included the importing of 200 machines, with a guarantee that 5200 machines would be built in the U.S. over the next 10 years. Optimists! The Scopitone's potential even swayed a young Francis Ford Coppola, who invested a big chunk of his money from some early screenwriting gigs. But America's embrace of the medium never came. Something between 1,000 and 1,500 machines were produced in the U.S. before the Scopitone "craze" fizzled out entirely, around 1967. Even big stars had Scopitones—Neil Sedaka, Nancy Sinatra, Gail Garnett, Petula Clarke, and Paul Anka all made them—and it didn't help.

Exactly like today's music videos, there are two themes to Scopitones:

1: Illustrate the story of the song.
2: Make it sexy.



Between France and the U.S., the production esthetics involved had a gap bigger than the Atlantic. American Scopitones bordered on soft-core porn (for the early 60s, that is): chicks gyrated wildly (and not even in time to the music) wearing either the ubiquitous bikini, a similarly skimpy outfit or sent through a modified striptease, ending up in even less. Though most French Scopitones, too, center on the female form, others might have a chorus of dancing guys as the background—usually doing the Twist, or the Hully-Gully. And these men, like the women, were not always fully-clothed.

The chick-to-hunk ratio was, of course, huge. The French methods of depicting the chicks were, in some ways, more realistic. If models or dancers were in bikinis, at least they were near a pool. If they were in lingerie, they were (usually) not strutting across a stage set, but instead filmed through keyholes. The ogling opportunities were skewed to the 'accidental' view—the style called for quick shots up the skirts of women walking (or twisting) on the tops of walls, or down the bosoms of low-cut dresses. Usually all the camera caught was a set of garter straps at mid-thigh, a little cleavage. The French Scopitone producers looked for ways to go around the dress, so the female body became a sequence of parts, glimpses. And like the fast-edit MTV style, these fleeting glimpses of flesh kept audiences interested without being bombarded with a satiating (or nauseating) overt display.

And if it wasn't sex, it was the Twist. In the U.S., the Twist was just one of many dance crazes, seeing its heyday between 1960 and 1962. In France, it was an institution, persisting well into 1965. Le Twist might be performed in many inches of snow, on driftwood, in the middle of the woods, on trains, behind screens, or in the middle of a corral. Rubbery legs and flexible ankles could be the foundation for a career for any singer, regardless of their voice. And if singers couldn't twist? Then they'd import a whole set of teens who could, and just plop the singer down in the foreground. The Scopitone producers odd interpretations of music yielded not a few stereotypes of all kinds of other culture, especially American, but could be so disjointed to be curiously interesting. While the American Scopitones are merely well-produced kitsch, the low-budget quality of these French productions created surreal brilliance. Les Surfaros—a group of 6 pygmy teenagers—performed "If I Had a Hammer" in French dressed in skiwear in front of a chalet.

The French obviously used a high percentage of their obtained footage, which left a haphazard, low-budget style presence—singers oblivious to misbehaving animals, dance sequences with the dancer's body off-camera (you can just see his bobbing head), bored-looking stars, plenty of askew lipsyncing and, of course, parts and parts and parts of bodies. Being a fairly new medium, all kinds of framing devices and rudimentary special effects were added. They liked to film on trains, cars, carnival rides (any possible moving vehicle), from very far away through layers of trees, or in front of a hastily-constructed set (wall of travel posters? one white sheet on an empty stage?). Even though most American stars kept their filming safely at home where, no doubt, there'd be some sort of standards, but once they moved it to France, even they weren't exempt from these random treatments—Dion's "Ruby Baby" features him singing from the cockpit of an conspicuously grounded plane. These slapdash effects and production meant that almost anyone could fancy themselves a director—and many amateurs did. But even then, the Scopitones made only number a little over 300 worldwide. In France, they were an (albeit temporary) entertainment institution. Here, irritation quickly succeeded enthusiasm. From an American consumer's standard, not only were there so few available to watch, but half of these were in French, made on crummy, reddish film stock (which, over time, has gone from bad to worse). It's no wonder the Scopitone's already negligible popularity was surplanted by the growth of color television. And in this medium, they too, are all but forgotten—to this day, only three Scopitones have been shown on American television, tellingly, on the Comedy Channel.

BABY big baby!

BUSTED!!!! Its like your desk but ...moving!

For John

From the call in show RING MY BELL.

WORLD AIDS DAY

Today is world AIDS day.

What do you say to that?
" Happy World A.I.D.S. day?"

Dont you laugh at me!

As far as I can tell, this is a game show where students are forced to watch a video of a non-English speaker struggling with trying to sound out English phrases.

The basic idea is not to laugh. Or course, this is hard because watching someone struggle with language skills is almost always cause for hilarity. Especially when you’re forced to hold it in.

Unfortunately, there’s a slight twist. If the student’s do laugh, they are caned by masked men. Yes, full on the ground, butt in the air, painful-as-they-come, caning.

As the game goes on, the students try so very hard not to laugh. Unfortunately, they do not succeed.

You, however, are free to laugh at will.