Retro

I'm certainly not the only one who gets annoyed when they see women sitting, doing nothing, looking scared when some sort of a fight is taking place. I mean, grab a rock and hit one of them on the head. Hit someone with your whip. Quit playing helpless! Drives me nuts in movies and tv. While the dame is hiding in the corner, my eyes are scouring the room for weapons. Grab the lamp. Find a heavy book. DON'T JUST SIT THERE! DO SOMETHING! I've never been fond of the "oh poor pitiful helpless me" school of women. I'm guessing the woman in this book might not be someone I'd like. Click on image to see it larger. Again, nothing about the cover illustrator.

BurgerTime for the Intellivision is a darn good port of the classic arcade game…unlike the Atari 2600 port…shudder. Thanks to the Intellivision Prod channel we can watch Ray Kaestner, one of the Blue Sky Rangers talk about some of the … Continue reading →

Have you ever wondered how Raisin Bran was made? Well, thanks to this animated 1970s TV commercial we learn that the Sun stays up all night turning grapes into raisins with a single touch just for our gastronomical pleasure! [Via] … Continue reading →

Luke Short was a gunslinger. Luke Short was a writer. There were two men named Luke Short. Did the second take the pen name hoping for name recognition? This edition was published in 1950. Click on images to see them larger. As to the illustrator of the cover? No idea.

I’m not sure who J. Kritzer is but I do know thanks to The Marvel Age of Comics Tumblr he was cool enough to be enrolled in the Sentinels of Liberty, for the true fans of Captain America back in … Continue reading →

We've all heard the legend(s) of Lord Buckley. The visual element is lost in this audio, but it's a better representation of his madcap brilliance than that found on his records. Can you imagine seeing Buckley perform in 1950? There was no other comedian performing something so offbeat at that time. Truly wild, original and abstract for 1950. Good fun.

It's the 1960s; somewhere between 1964 and probably '67. If you were a reader of Datebook magazine you were shown exactly who your peers dug and hated. Imagine such a poll today. The putrid spilling of illogical hatred would be overwhelming. Click on any image to see it larger.