Young Lady in Manhattan… (1939)

“…the bottom fell out of the soul-market long ago in New York.”

I quite like this. It actually kind of sounds like it was written by a Catty Young Lady Already in Manhattan who didn’t want any new competition.

It’s hard to pick a best part but right now I’m leaning towards (f) under the heading “TO MEET A YOUNG MAN” — the six-word disclaimer at the beginning in ALL CAPS is probably advice we could all still use today. (And I really want to know what ‘friendship services’ are.)

Also, entirely unrelated but just as amusing, please read the comments on this. A compulsion to chew on wood? SPONGES?

And finally, I haven’t gone fishing since I was about 12, but if I did this is probably exactly how I would respond, from start to finish (including the life jacket with the crotch strap – safety first). I’m right along with you, kid – except unfortunately I’m old enough to know that no, he probably doesn’t like you all that much right now.

Via TBT.

you’re a superstar, yes that’s what you are, you know it

At the Hampton Beach Casino in 1991, visitors could lip sync their favourite pop songs in front of a green screen. And a star was born.

This is essentially the ARK Music Factory of the early 90’s. Just see if you can make it to 0:30 without clapping your hands in glee.

ME AT NINE, PERFORMING TO MADONNA IN SUMMER ’91! from Robert Jeffrey on Vimeo.

this blog is a Cathy comic

I cannot stop laughing about this. I’m not even watching it anymore because the laughing is starting to hurt. I don’t even care that this blog is becoming primarily food and cute children (+ occasional self-promotion). I am willing to be a cliche for this.

Complete with the perfect blonde angel to her left who doesn’t seem to have a problem doing it perfectly the first time. Tiny, struggling, brunette dancer, I feel your pain. I had the same haircut as you. I fell over a lot, too. I promise you will be good at something else.

I cannot thank Bab enough for bringing this to my attention.

c’est pas moi

This? This is not me.

I directed a friend to my blog today (so now I have two readers, if you count me going back to re-read my own entries) and needless to say he was a little confused until we discovered the wayward period in the URL. This may come as a shock to you, but I don’t write “video games commentary, criticism & reviews” — although if I did, wouldn’t it be clever to use my real name and then act all confused and indignant? Hiding in plain sight.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, it’s Oscar season. I have to say the only thing I remember from last year is the following Kimmel bit, and it’s high time we all took another spin on the Handsome Men’s Club merry-go-round.