Terrible Analogies

Born in Kiev in 1902, immigrated to the United States in the 30’s, Nudie Cohn was intent on becoming a boxer, but through fate and circumstance he instead fell into tailoring.  In the 40’s, Nudie and his wife Bobbie began making clothes out of their garage.  So popular were their designs that soon movie stars and rock gods began to clamor for Nudie’s services.  

Credited with being the first man to sew rhinestones on to clothes, his relentless self-promoting brought him to the attention of such acts as Elvis Presley, Hank Williams, Gram Parsons, ZZ Top, Wilco, and Roy Rogers.  Ever the eccentric, Nudie would places stickers of his face on to dollar bills and give them away to those in need, stating, “when you get sick of looking at me, just rip it off and spend it!”

Nudie was also into cars, and with the help of GM he began to customize them in western motifs.  Karin and I were fortunate enough to see a “Nudie Mobile” recently, and let me tell ya, this thing was intense; covered in silver dollars, decked out with rifles, handguns, and shotguns, and sporting a set of horns that would make any self-respecting steer blush, this is one car that’s impossible to ignore.

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So, instead of doing some much needed housework, prepping the guest room to make way for baby, or doing any number of constructive tasks around the house this weekend, I shirked my responsibilities and opted to back up anew my music collection to five external hard drives.  I’ve made so many changes to my master library as of late that simply copying over the changes to my various backup hard drives was not an option.  Turns out that pushing 196+ GB over a USB 2.0 line takes six hours.  Due to my lack of SATA / FireWire cables I couldn’t daisy chain the lot of them together and make just one big rapid push.

After a few failures, stops and starts, and a Blackberry falling from the heavens and hitting a unique series of keys that killed one backup job (Heh…I swear it wasn’t me!) I finally got all of my backups completed.  In the end, I felt stretched and spent, just like Peter Griffin after he watched The Ring:

I’m now in the process of making duplicates of my MAME games for a co-worker.  I’ve completed copying five of the 14 DVDs.  It’s a hard core collection of games to be sure, and the duplications will continue throughout tomorrow.

Whilst in the midst of this Herculean, marathon backup undertaking, I’m reminded of what Tyler Durden once said.  ”The things you own end up owning you.”  I feel as if my data is pimping me out, slapping me across the face with the back of its hand while screaming, “Where’s my money?!”

Ahh, but there I go again, anthropomorphizing my computer.  Next thing you know I’ll be dressing up as a vintage Macintosh, attending furry conventions, and looking for the nearest yiff pile to dive into (God, why do I know such things?).

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Spotted this ad a few days ago, and am just as bewildered about it today as I was when I first saw it:

Is this the Michael Hutchence model?  Perhaps Michael and David Carradine weren’t into closet kink, but rather suffered in silence with their secret shame of being cursed with gimp necks?  A small part of me would like to think this is so, because I really want another Kick album.

“At ninety-eight we all rotate…”

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And so, as the eventual February delivery date looms ever larger in the distance, my parents are ramping up their excitement of the addition of a grand(whatever) to the family.  My mom has now gotten to the point of surreptitiously leaving behind choice reading material whenever she stops by for a visit.  At last count we’re been the lucky recipients of The Mayo Clinic Guide To A Healthy Pregnancy, Does This Baby Make Me Look Fat, The Complete Pregnancy, Your Pregnancy Week By Week, and these two well-preserved pamphlets from the 70’s:

Nothing like a little light reading, no?

Oddly enough, this is *exactly* how I got this third degree burn on my upper arm (sans the doll and ponytails).  I wonder if my mother ever read this darn thing…

BTW: Was there some sort of legal obligation for women in the early 70’s to wear their hair like this?

Just curious

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Their idea of a “scientific” study sure seems a bit peculiar.  But then again this was the 1960’s.  I can picture these two guys, locked in a painful embrace, hopping up and down in a bizarre sort of jig, screaming “Hot! Hot! Hot!“, while the old guy in the plaid shirt laughs to himself through nicotine-stained teeth, chomps down on his spit-soaked stogie, and throws more kerosene on to the fire.

I’d hate to see how they tested out bulletproof vests, snake antivenom, and automotive seat belts…

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