(infinite loop until toddler needs nap.)

“The prosecution rests, Your Honor.”

For a second or three there, I read that as:

When I was a kid,
a priest told me about Mars

I’m sure that fascism over here, will fix Palestine over there!

I’m also sure that if it wasn’t because of Palestine or buttery males or whatever else, the non-voters would have found another excuse to not vote… for a… (gasp)… woman presidential candidate!

Aw hell yeah, Sparkomatic!

Get Up (Feel Like Being An Art School Machine)

None other than The Flying Dutchman himself, Honus Wagner!
Was a fixture at shortstop for the Pirates around the turn of the 20th century, amassed all kinds of baseball milestones and records.

Ay… thy mother mated with a scorpion!

When you hug onscreen with a guy called Bitch Tits and sob your heart out, I can easily imagine many women are going to be mesmerized by such a strange glimpse into the mysterious male dynamics of it all.
Fight Club may be a lot of things, but it most certainly is NOT a macho, Lawrence Of Arabia or Michael Bay-style testosterone ride.

Wait till they find out about the couple of comets headed our way!

The kind that gets struck in the face with a wooden paddle and it seems like they’re saying - “THANK YOU SIR MAY I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER?”

Careful, somebody might post this in Wholesome Memes.

“Lions Also Cry” - Gato Barbieri

Is their first language Python, by any chance?

Like with Connect Four:
Here… diagonally.

He’s still got a valid point. In songs and in some ads, they even show up.
Add cellphone ringtones to that list, the list of “whoever thought this was a clever idea is an idiot” ideas.

Two models in a trenchcoat trying to buy a ticket for an R-rated movie.

This visual is uniquely soothing, reminds me of artist Cory Arcangel, who did an art piece with just the Super Mario clouds drifting on a television screen - hacking into the NES cartridge and getting rid of everything else - to much admiration.

I remember reading an art journalist applauding the Impressionistic feel of the thing, the way Arcangel brought a background object to the fore, and in the process transformed it into something new entirely, with a surprising character and strength of presence.

Here’s a Whitney Museum link to the work.

Pulling SIX times sends you to the Oceanview Motel 6 & Casino!

The thing about Perry is that everyone always suspected the ball had funny stuff even when there was nothing on it that day, and Perry stoked that feeling, was a GOAT at playing mind games with opposing batters, keeping them off-balance, never knowing if it was coming or not.

Reminds me of 1970s ace pitcher for the Oakland A’s, Vida Blue. One time in… I think it was '72… he got fined $250 for some harsh behavior or comment, maybe it was to the umpire or an opposing player. Already a superstar, Vida Blue was an aggressive competitor, known for speaking his mind, took no shit from anybody.

Anyway, he paid it all in quarters, dimes and nickels. Asked about this at the time, he replied - “I wanted to pay it all in pennies, but they’re hard to come by”.

I wish I could have seen his face when he committed to the prankster bit. “Oh, you wanna fine me, motherfuckers? I’m gonna make even that a hassle for ya.”
The man was a legend. A monster on the mound, too, in '71 he won both the AL Cy Young and MVP.