Memories of really crappy Seventies arts and crafts projects.
The Macrame Owl Gallery of Lovelies, from BoingBoing. Do I dare admit that I still have, and actually wore last year, a necklace with an orange model in this pattern? Lay off, everyone is entitled to get some use out of school projects they made back when "Down by the Lazy River" was number one.
Meanspirited, isolated, smartassed, underachieving, two-thirds robotic and one-third underemployed, the stars of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 are the Platonic ideal of Generation Xers.
Let's watch as they teach us how to sell Chevys door-to-door:
and possibly the most infamous clip of all, Mister B Natural.
Part One.
"Is that Liberace's mom?"
And Part Two.
"Oscar Wilde only wishes he was this gay."
Just what it says, and recently declassified.
From WWII in Color.com, via Fark and Betapundit, and with the assistance of YouTube because there is no word in the English language I hate as much as I hate the word "buffering," so fuck Googlevids.
Let the Americans have their "Live from New York, it's one has-been host and a bunch of regulars you never heard of."
We've got our "Live from the rooftop of the Radisson Hotel in beautiful downtown Winnipeg, it's a pair of nesting Peregrine Falcons" cam.
And raincoaster must remark on how other countries may have rooftop gardens, rooftop dancefloors, rooftop lidos (whatever the hell they are) but leave it to Canada to not only reserve the rooftop for a pair of unhousebroken predators, but to also name the whole damn hotel chain after a stinky old canoeist.
Streaming Eagle Cam roundup here.
Don't blame Canada, blame American television!
Growing up I obviously couldn't decide which of these two to use as a role model and so used them both, ending up the mixed-up bitchfest of luv that I am today. No, seriously…do you know me? And does this not explain all?
No wonder I turned out like this:
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