My New Video: .3g2 - It's 2012 already!!

Raja Yoga Meets Dubstep in the lights.

I Think It's The Ass-Slapping That Got To Me

.....not that I'm into that sort of thing actually. Vitameatavegamin this ain't. Vita, yes. Meata, yes. But vegamin, no. Quite the seductive babe, one might say. This was long before she got that only occasionally appearing weird Charles Gibson brow, and way, way before getting all moved by the chickdudeish Wayne Newton and befuddled by Burton and Taylor on Here's Lucy or The Lucy Show.

Juvenile Health Guide

GlyphJockey Moved New Site/New RSS

Greetings, one and all (especially all)
Blogger in it's infinite run-by-robots faceless wisdom will no longer support my old GlyphJockey.com as a blog so it's now at http://glyphjockey.blogspot.com - and while a pain in the ass it already seems easier to use. The feed is new (no real way to redirect) so please stop by and resubscribe to my list of inane musings.
Thanks!

puh-leeze!

Just go & look:
Not how I pictured him at all.........we could be twins.

http://www.spreadairborne.com/index.php?utm_source=outboundemail&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=spread

Click on "Who's Sebastian?" Now we all know what he does for a living...... medicine.
Disclaimer: I don't even know what this stuff is......

Bristol Banksy Bangup Slideshow

Banksy's secretly mounted exhibition in Bristol. Slideshow. At Guardian. Click pic to view:



Commenters: I'll save you the trouble- "Why that lousy Banksy, he calls himself an artist, of all the nerve, that charlatan, grumble, grumble..."

I'm starting to think art, per se, is dead.

Mrs Lex10 Calls it !!

Huffpo- Carradine Had Rope Around Genitals: Thai Police

Aujourd'hui

Try it, bitches! Ha!



The secrets:
a: give everything a name
b: progress in a trackable fashion, e.g.: corners 2 then center 2 the middle two rows bottom up.

Whoo! Scrapin' the bottom, ain't I?

Coal.

Disgusting, despair inducing slideshow at postcard.

Vegas

I Am So F***ing Buying an Electric Guitar!

One of my fave live bands, Nashville Pussy, teach how to play guitar. Blaine and Ruyter teach all the secrets of the "no brown M&Ms" crowd.





Just to prove they can put their money where their NSFW mouths are:



Let the lessons commence. See you on stage.

A Braw Wee Lassie Plays the Pipes Fer Ye

I dinna ken tha pipes could be played in such a state. It's fookin brilliant, nae? It disnae hafta be lads in kilts after all.......

The Past You Say?

I can assure you - I no longer bear any resemblance to this chap..... except that my volatility still scares the squares. Happy New Year - my least favorite holiday.

She's a Poet and She Don't Know It !

Here's a song our own special Donna Lethal penned, or perhaps wrote with a crayon.... it's about Phineas Gage (I once had a pet fish with a Phineas - get it? finny-ass?!! get it?) a guy who blasted an iron bar into his skull and lived for 12 years after the incident. His secret was smoking his last name some said...... the tune that goes with her spectacular lyrics is well structured, and maybe some of you massive-egoed (not me, I can assure you, I'm humble) PCLers should take a whack at it, giving it a versioned life of it's own and assuring PCL's a place known for multiple talented geniuses. Just like Donna.



PS: That's not her on the right or the left.

This is Butter

Just screwing around, really. I'd make you go to my site, but screw it - I was really phoning this one in for a laugh, so remember to squint a little. Plus you might not go....so hey.

Song O' the Day: Frankenstein Walk

MP3 File
Gene "Bowlegs" Miller - Frankenstein Walk - Hi Records #2161 - 1969
This Jukebox Mafia chap is rockin' it at least 3.74 ways on his blog. Today's selection is this gem which has an this wonderful candid give-and-take between Frankenstein and his lady friend as a prelude to "gettin' down". For more facts, and unlike so many in the 'sphere, he claims to be lazy about them go to Jukebox Mafia

Digital Meltd0wn.....

....has been working hard to provide rich Hallowe'eny goodness:
Poe read by Rathbone & Price-
Arch Obler's Lights Out-
Psycho and Hellraiser soundtracks-
Roky Erickson's The Evil One-
White Zombie albums-
-and what I like to refer to as ASSLOADS more.

Savor The Harlem Nocturne-y Goodness!

Harlem Nocturne in the background:



Pay attention!

That Andy's a got-dang buttinsky!!

"My First Visit to the Movies", by Lex10

Lex10, GlyphJockey (and PCL contributor!):

"I don't remember it. I was too little. One might even think why the hell was he even in the movies at that age? Couldn't they get a babysitter? Or were they just well intended, but missing the mark?

Hell, regarding mistakes, I can remember trying to drag my daughter into a haunted house at Hallowe'en one year thinking it would be fun, but I heard about the foyer of the place (as far as we got) for the next four years from her every subsequent Hallowe'en). Eesh.

So Sebastian asks, "We're you scared?" To which all I can say is, "Fuck yeah! Brother, that's all I can remember!" (Well- not quite)

So, uh let's talk about my terror (don't worry, there's a happy ending):

The first film that I want to talk about giving me a, for lack of a better expression, shivering shit fit is Francis of Assisi



directed by the venerable Michael Curtiz, responsible for Mildred Pierce, Casablanca, Captain Blood, and We're No Angels. His mise en scene was the best bar none in the history of cinema, but that didn't reeeally mean anything to the little Lex10.

It was the scene shown below where a soldier shoves a torch into the face of the woman. A torch in the face!!! A t-o-r-c-h, torch! Worse yet, they pull the torch away and show the woman's burned face!!!!Yaaaa!!!!!! I spent the rest of the movie, worrying that they'd torch another woman, except briefly in one part when I got to contemplate how if you're really good, really, really in touch with god, - you'll bleed out your hands and feet! Fuck! I thought, "Ya can't win!" No wonder I lied in my first confession....



Actually, the next SSF*, I think, happened before Francis of Assisi- it was a re-release of Snow White. The imagery in the clip below should help, and the fact that this clip is in Danish doesn't lessen the small-child-fear triggers. This affected me so badly, that I had to be taken out to the lobby, where I failed to be comforted for quite a while.

My mother was so upset by the incident, she wrote a letter to Walt Disney accusing him of getting his jollies this way.......


*Shiverin' Shit Fit

The next flash of movie that I cannot pinpoint as my first, also comes under the "Should they have taken me?" heading, but if you asked me then I would have said "YEAH!"

Gypsy:





Yipe. Yipety yipe yipe. There were more tremors than on just my pallid little brow, I can tell you. Like in my man-basement. I couldn't believe that there were theatres you could go to watch women take off their clothes!! That was like, my favorite thing, unclothed women, as our well thumbed Montgomery Ward catalog would have stood testament to. Plus, kinda the polar opposite of Francis.

"Enough" I can hear Sebastian saying. What, to me emotionally is my first real movie? I went to a matinee at the Menlo Park Mall. I walked in and the walls were bathed in blue light. Not just blue Yves Kline Blue - it fucking radiated anticiaption. The air was cool, and scented with popcorn, and I was a little man on his own at the pictures:

A Hard Day's Night-



I couldn't believe I was seeing this movie, with its black and white, reel upon reel of meaningless running and posing (whatn the fuck was going on?) English slang, itchy wool coats and song after song after song. I still get a weird chill when I see it, and I'm not even a Beatles nerd.

All I knew was, when I walked out of that theatre, I wanted to be one."

--Lex10--


Note: Click label: "My First Visit to the Movies", to read more first-movie-stories.

Audio: Paternal Flatulence and Child Development

An audio story of Dad's (Lex09) digestive tract antics over at GlyphJockey. Deftly and cleverly produced by my genius lad (Lex11), possibly award winning. Full of cusses. He promises me he will do the rest of the audio in a couple of installments. Even juicier stuff. Make him do it.



....all last names have been "backwardized" to maintain anonymity.
Also, in case you're bad with math, that's me telling the story.