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Signs and blunders

I mean… “unfortunate” is putting it VERY mildly, but is it as unfortunate as this classic I posted a few years ago? I genuinely can’t tell…

Oh BRAVO

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OK AI, you win this time
After the “news” about Andrew Taint’s jail neighbour being a cannibal came out, it was only a matter of time…

…And let’s face it, much as I deplore AI “art”, there are times—usually when it’s being used for comedy purposes—when you kind of have to respect whoever came up with the idea. Very few times, to be sure (here’s another instance), but when it does happen, well, I raise my Chianti to this one.
Roo clouds of holocaust

This is one of the damnedest photos of a musician I’ve ever seen. I am told that this is Douglas P. from Death in June (minus that damn stupid mask he usually wears), and I am also told that, despite him somehow looking like he’s been photoshopped into it, it’s an actual photo of him with, frankly, two kangaroos behind him engaging in biff. I find it utterly perplexing but I’m so happy to have discovered it (thanks, Pinterest). Doug would never have encountered such a scene in the Europa he’s so fond of…
Can we have our record back, mister?


Sixty years since the Fabs’ “butcher” album cover debacle. I wonder just how many of those reviewers did actually obey the request to return their misbegotten original copies, or did they all just think to themselves “fuck that, I’ve got a collector’s item here”… original first state butcher covers will set you back thousands now, with a still-shrinkwrapped original stereo copy having gone for $125,000 ten years ago. Just a few weeks later they’d be pissing off Imelda Marcos and Christians in the southern US, and then releasing their best album to date. What a period mid-1966 was.
I wouldn’t dare buy anything else

I mean… you’d be scared not to, wouldn’t you? Fucking thing looks like it’d tear your throat out if you got your pineapples from elsewhere… Saw this posted on Bluesky; I don’t know the exact date of it, but evidently it’s a product of the Empire Marketing Board, part of their “Buy Empire” scheme, and the EMB only lasted from 1926 to 1933 so it has to date from then. Which is why there’s a certain bleak irony in them using that tiger as their image of choice, cos I didn’t know if tigers were especially associated with Singapore (cf. how the ad for Australian sultanas on the EMB Wiki entry used kangaroos), so I did a bit of research… and, well, the last known wild tiger in Singapore was shot in 1930. They’d been a menace for a century, so there were considerable rewards offered by the government for them, meaning they were almost wiped out by the later 1800s, and then finally went extinct just a few years before the EMB itself did.
Misspent youth
I never really had a misspent youth cos I never actually had much inclination to misspend it (nor indeed much money with which I could do so), and part of me now regrets that. So when I spotted this image on Tumblr, I had to compare and contrast myself…

* Greasy, stringy hair… yeah, somewhat guilty. Dyed and backcombed, though. Too lazy to look after my hair properly, so also too lazy to do anything like that.
* Smokes, drinks… the latter, once upon a time (stroke more or less ended that). I only ever smoked once or twice. As I may have said before, not taking up smoking was the only good thing I’ve ever done for my health.
* Slouches… yeah, I’m exceedingly bad for that.
* Black eye…. no? I never got into physical fights or anything like that.
* Uses bad language… well, I speak English, and frankly that’s as bad as language gets.
* Too much makeup… no. Even in my peak goth era I was too lazy for anything of that sort.
* Always chews gum… never.
* Rumpled clothing… um, yeah, guilty, pretty much. Leaving the house tends to be an adventure in finding the t-shirt with the fewest creases. None of the female fashion choices really apply here, which may or may not be a disappointment.
* Carries a switchblade… no. Probably a good thing.
* Dirty jeans… yeah, more guilty than I like to admit. I don’t do untidy cuffs, though, cos I don’t do cuffs of any sort. Haven’t needed to roll up my jeans since I was little.
* Old shoes… yeah, definitely guilty. The current pair have been with me for what, 12 or 13 years? They are past their best, much like their owner.
* Stealing… I actually have shoplifted, so… yeah. Never stole a car, though. Never learned to drive one of the fucking things, so it would’ve been a bit silly.
So I think I would’ve been a somewhat substandard delinquent in 1965 when Al M. Bradley drew this thing. Can’t find anything about the latter, so I don’t know who he produced it for nor why… the only other source I can find for it refers vaguely to an unnamed “delinquency scare book”, so if nothing else I’m guessing that he meant this seriouslu. Don’t know about you, but Al’s “common delinquent” seems relatively mild; he/she might pack a knife, but their chief offence seems to be dressing badly and engaging in theft, they’re not doing drugs or killing people or anything like that. Maybe they had to graduate to the next level of delinquency to do that. Maybe he needed boots like hers.
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