Just what I needed to see, this alarmingly accurate mold of someone's unusually bad teeth. I've actually had it for a while, but was loathe to remove it from its box until now. Still, it gives me the creeps.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Came across this thoughtful list on a New Zealand Blog called "Statistically Improbable Phrases" (by which I suppose he means sentences like "The badger, stealing quietly across Grand Central, shuttered the blinds and settled down with my second cousin to perform a plangent reading of The Badger Stole Quietly Across."
Naturally, and justly, there was this list, too.
This is simply an impossible task. I say, how am I meant to winnow down five candidates when I'm required to vote for all five? Truly, the only name of the five Community Member pols I can vote for in good conscience is Slater; Cashell has bad breath, Daily spends far too much time with my daughter, Reagh once lifted my wallet, and Dr. Stiefel is spotty.
As for the Active Members, I suppose I can see my way clear to ticking the Pickett box, despite his long-winded ruminations on the Coolidge administration.
Anson Williams might be missing, but we have a good fledgling cast here for Happy Days. More fun '50s snaps recovered from a Washington, DC, estate before it went to the dump. I love the girl smoking the cigarette (and it was her estate).
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I am completely enamored of the politeness shown in this 1937 letter, all for the banal purpose of ordering new binders for the writer's collection of Readers Digest magazines. A little stiff, a little formal, but entirely charming. Plus, the writer saved a carbon copy of the letter for his records!
Recovered from a Washington, DC, estate before it went to the dump.
This guy on the left, Dick Lee, for some reason felt it necessary to autograph not only his own cheesy photo (kinda looks like a real schmendrick), but also the photograph of Washington Senators' player Jim Busby, already signed by Busby.
Recovered from an old shoebox from a Washington, DC, estate.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
These kids are definitely not on the way to a spelling bee.
Actually, this charming rendition was made by my beloved work partner, Edwin Benitez, this afternoon during a rare bit of downtime on the dump truck. Edwin is 24, but already showing signs of the great French painter Jean Dubuffet
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
I remember wanting a bike with streamers and a banana seat. All I had to do was sell thousands of greeting cards to my neighbors. I never got very far, although Ms. Houghton across the street did invite me in for a Little Debbie oatmeal cookie. Comic book ad recovered in Bethesda, MD.
That's what it says on back. Can't say that it's the original. CONTEST: Best poem received rhyming "polaroid" with "hemmorhoid" wins a mystery prize. Photo recovered on Capitol Hill.