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Bunnylebowski
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 11:28 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I believe you, Marc, that Betty never did porn, lesbian stuff or bestiality. Those are popular rumors, but nobody has ever produced a single photograph or video as evidence, and from that interview she just seems to straight laced and innocent. Her work is all very tasteful erotica. I believe it was more guilt by association, because Irving Klaw was supposedly invovled with all of those things. I do remember reading about his arrest though, which seemed to be a total frame job by the government. However, I don't know enough facts about his arrest to judge one way or the other.

Movie Star News is now on 18th street between 6th and 7th Avenues, and as far as I know just sells very collectible movie posters (many original Bond posters, and even some original Fellinis). I'll have to check in the back though next time I'm up there, perhaps I'll find some rare jewels!
Mr_Rabid
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 11:26 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Tortainglese, you wont be alone amongst the boys- my friend Y is coming, and if you want I can dress in drag (though I make a cussedly ugly woman.)

Louchey, Y wants to know if you are bringing your luvverly wife, while we're on the subject.

And we should be able to meet you at the bar, though we might want to off load the absinthe at the apt first (given the fact most bars have that irrational rule about not bringing booze.)
Mr_Rabid
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 11:17 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Well, it seems to have helped with your language processing- you CAN read cuineaform and stuff.

You might be able to get math from that direction-it is a language in it's way. Maybe not arithmatic, but you might do suprisingly well at things like geomatry and calculus. Most of the people I know with any facility for either are horrible at arithmatic in any case.

It doesn't sound, if that is what did it, like you will be able to alter it without massive, ongoing effort. If you are happy as you are, fuck it anyway :-) It would cost you some of what you have now.

That 'we only use 5% of our brain's capacity' cliche is bullshit IMO. I have run up against my processing limits many times, and I have to use workarounds to think some of the more complex thoughts I have- I have to shut other stuff off for awhile.
Marccampbell
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 11:10 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Betty Page never did porn. And was never involved with beastiality. She never did any lesbian shots.
I've studied Betty's work very closely. I knew Paula Klaw. She was Irving Klaw's sister. Irving
took 1000s of photos and shot many movies of Betty. Pauline provided me with some rare fetish photos of Irving's. I used them on the cover of an album I released in 1981, HOTEL FOR WOMEN.
I purchased several hundred 4X5 inch fetish photos from Paula. 4 for a dollar. This was back in the late '70s when she had a funky little studio on 14th st. in NYC. It was called Movie Star News. A dump full of invaluable photographs.
I had no idea what I had discovered when I walked into the place. If I knew then what I know now, I would have bought every photo and movie reel in the joint. A goldmine.

here's the cover of HOTEL FOR WOMEN:
http://www.marccampbell.com/hotelforwomen.html
Pikkle
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 11:01 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

To all of our comrades in occupied Absinthia:

Victory is near. The enemy hoarde is being pushed back and everyday is another day closer to liberation. Your brave and honorable actions will not be in vain! Long live Absinthia!

This has been a broadcast of Radio Free Absinthia.
Chrysippvs
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:59 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

"Justin, if you can, it might be worth getting rid of your neurological baggage."

I am not sure I would even if I could.

The problem, as says doctors I saw a few years ago from a MRI I had done, is that due to a hemorrhage I had in an accident when I was younger (9 or so), that my frontal lobe is mis-wired from the rest of my brain. This prevents me from truly empathizing and has virtually made my libido something I can will about, I can more or less turn it on and off as I will, although it does sneak up on me at times (ie the one night fling). This also may have caused my "reptile brain" to be inflamed and any sexual advance is taken as a security threat and I move into a "fight or flight" mode. As you could imagine, this does not help relationships at all. I have some control on it, but the control is like a flexed muscle, it only lasts so long.

This damage has a few more strange side effects, for instance mathematics often makes little or no sense to me. When I was in 4th and 5th I stayed half the day in the special ed classes and the rest in advanced "open doors" classes as they felt I was probably autistic or something like that. Even to this day, mathematical logic is like me reading Sanskrit, even rudimentary algebra is very difficult and I have to learn it by sheer memory (I literally have to learn that 2 + 2 = 4).

Just more strange facts about my life....

- J
_Blackjack
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:50 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post


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Crouched in a field, sensing everything, feeling everything, being only there. Not thinking conciously. The moon was out, and the wind stirring only a little. I saw a rabbit, who didn't see me, and the chase was on! I ran and so did it, and I leared to predict it's zigzagging evasive action, learned to use that to direct it's movements, all in the span of the five minute chase. I twisted it into a corner it couldn't get out of. And then, to my regret, I let it go.




Sometimes I chase my cats around the apratment in my underwear yelling "who's got a sweet nose? WHO'S got a sweety nosie?" Does that count?
Bunnylebowski
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:43 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

She definitely is alive. She remarried to some very religious fellow in Tennessee, and she gave up porn and is born again and all that. I saw an interview with her, of course with her face obscured, but her voice was not, and her voice sounded the same as it did 50 years ago. She now discredits all that she did back then, and also denies any of the more hardcore things she apparently did (shots with other women and animals).
Whatever the case, Betty Page was the best thing that happened to the 50's and early 60's. In a culture that so heavily emphasized complacent vacumming housewives, it's great that someone was out there being sexually liberated and not ashamed of their femininity.
Mr_Rabid
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:32 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I used to be the same way Blackjack was as well.

And if I had my d'ruthers, I'druther an indestructible frame than this frail flesh, rather not have the desires and needs of the meat to deal with.

But- there is a great deal to be learned and to experience and enjoy. Visceral is good.

Crouched in a field, sensing everything, feeling everything, being only there. Not thinking conciously. The moon was out, and the wind stirring only a little. I saw a rabbit, who didn't see me, and the chase was on! I ran and so did it, and I leared to predict it's zigzagging evasive action, learned to use that to direct it's movements, all in the span of the five minute chase. I twisted it into a corner it couldn't get out of. And then, to my regret, I let it go.

Sex, violence, feeling pleasure and pain. These things are all worthwhile.

Justin, if you can, it might be worth getting rid of your neurological baggage. There are whole aspects to the world you will miss otherwise (of course, you will no doubt find some you would miss too.)
_Blackjack
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:18 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post


Quote:

Blackjack's amplified bugbear



Do you know how much it costs to put together a decent bugbear amplifier these days? You can't get the right tubes anywhere....
_Blackjack
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:16 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post


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Betty Page is alive.



And utterly baffled as to why anybody cares about 50-year-old pictures of her...
_Blackjack
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 10:15 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post


Quote:

Like the zombies returning to the shopping malls in DAWN OF THE DEAD.



I never understood how Dawn of the Dead was supposed to be a horror movie. It's more like my ultimate fantasy: you get to go to the mall with shotguns and shoot everybody in the head, with no moral compunctions. Because if there is one thing I've learned from movies and video games, it's always OK to kill zombies. And nazis. And especially zombie Nazis.
Marccampbell
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 8:12 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Betty Page is alive.
Chrysippvs
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 8:08 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Alphasoixante,

I still resent the following quote in your profile...

"We are not so badly off that we have to be as badly off as stoics"


...as if we are such forlorn and crestfallen sect.

- J
Pikkle
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 6:57 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Snore... and in other nooz...
Pikkle is one foot out the door... pikkle is one foot out the door... the chair is RED... the chair is RED... Billy has a GREEN ball... Billy has a GREEN ball... the MORMON is having an interstitial crisis... the MORMON is having an interstitial crisis... end of transmission... end of transmission... end of transmission...
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 6:48 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I was gonna say...
Chevalier
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 6:45 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

And who is Heather impersonating, exactly? So sue her for having pale skin, black hair, and a curvy figure. Dita may look like Betty Page (who to my knowledge isn't dead), but she certainly doesn't "slavishly" imitate her.

Aw, hell: for a moment there, I didn't know you were kidding.

Change your wording, and what do you get? "... a bunch of salivating jackyls stuck on the notion that it's cool to RECREATE dead ABSINTHES and worship such RECREATIONS accordingly."

Of that, at least, I'm guilty as charged.
Pikkle
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 6:39 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Ya work fifteen hours straight, come home to a hot sweat stink house, pour yourself three or ten glasses of absinthe, appropriately pass out and wake up to find your thread has been hi-jacked by a bunch of salivating jackyls stuck on the notion that it's cool to impersonate dead divas and worship such persons accordingly. My big question is why did I have a dream that the aphids ate my tomatoe plants? Imagine spending the majority of your unconcious state running around your house looking for the dish soap and garlic to stave off the little green evil? Worship lady bird beetles, please, it just makes sense for everyone, I'll bet Betty Page never killed an aphid in her life. Back to you Head.
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 6:00 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Pikkle is a far cry from Gilbert Shear.

He's the feral child of two escaped
mental patients. I first met Pikkle
when I was pissing into the Detroit
River on the anniversary of the night
the great Edmund Fitzgerald sank. I was
humming a few bars of "The Ghost of the
Edmund Fitzgerald"

"It was late, it was dark,
It was at Bishop Park,
When the piss river
swelled up to show her

She was big,
Made of steel,
Lotta drunks at the wheel
and the cops had cars
off to the shoulder

Only one person saw
twas a lonely mulletton
who was sippin beer
in a Monte Carlo

When he lifted to toast
he was shocked as he hosted
The Ghost of the Edmund Fitzgerald!!!"



He slapped me on the back and made me piss
on my candy apple red patent leather
shoes that Maceo Parker had given to me.

He stuck a plastic tube from a drive thru
bank up to my head and echo through it...

GOO BALA! GOO BALA!!!!

I knew at that moment I was hearing
the voice of God.
Chevalier
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 5:35 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

And GETTINGSANE, Blackjack's amplified bugbear, is really Bobcat Goldthwait.
Nolamour
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 5:35 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

*Revelation*

So does this mean Pikkle is the AFLAC Duck as well?
Traineraz
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 5:29 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post


Quote:

Actually, Gilbert Gottfried is pikkle.


It all makes sense now!
Chrysippvs
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 5:25 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

"Wasn't Chopping Mall one of those "USA: Up All Night" movies? I think I have it on tape somewhere."

Probably. I know they showed Porky's every weekend. I hated that movie so much. I used to watch it because they always had a horror movie on. And for Rhonda Shear.

Just kidding about Rhonda...

- J
Marccampbell
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 5:06 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Actually, Gilbert Gottfried is pikkle.
Traineraz
Posted on Wednesday, June 26, 2002 - 5:02 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Wasn't Chopping Mall one of those "USA: Up All Night" movies? I think I have it on tape somewhere.

Where's Gilbert Gottfried, anyway? He could give us the running commentary.

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