#The CBS Tapes

[guessimdumb]

The Rubinoos - I Want Her So Bad (1976)

Wild, snotty and stupid - strangely this fantastic song was never released by the Rubinoos until 2021.  Beserkley all-star project the Spitballs did it with Tommy Dunbar on vocals, and so did Psycotic Pineapple, but the Rubinoos classic sat for nearly 45 years. 

Yes, she was

[realtapiocafan]

Ja'Marr and PS2 playfighting and talking ball!

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[onemorecupofcoffee]

[machetelanding]

[rusty-gloinks]

I NEED .VERY SPECIFIC CDS & TAPES .SO BAD RIGHT NNOW.PLEAAASEPLEPW

[normalgirlatron]

everyone used to call rv one of the most unserious ggs but now everybody thinks they’re boring or old because sm won’t even let them be in the same room for an album or seasons greeting photoshoot like omds please bring my family back together 😭💔

[myvinylplaylist]

George Michael: Faith (1988)

VHS

Includes exclusive interview footage with George Michael". Interviews are edited between the videos to create one 35-minute program.

CBS Music Video Enterprises

[monkeyssalad-blog]

CBS manufacturing 8-track tapes by Al Q

[ckret2]

So y'all know the Gravity Falls production bible that leaked three weeks ago. Someone in one of my discord servers pointed this out:

And, naturally, that spawned an entire AU.

AU Concept: Ford was kicked out instead of Stan and takes a job as a trucker to makes ends meet since he couldn't go to college, while still studying the weird and anomalous however he can.

Ford driving around from quirky small town to quirky small town, drifting through the liminal spaces of truck stops, meeting odd people in isolated diners, seeing strange things out on the road—a deer with too many eyes bounding across a two-lane highway, a flirty woman at a rest stop who doesn't blink or breathe, mysterious lights in the sky at night, inhuman growls on the CB or 50-year-old broadcasts on the radio—and taking notes when he stops for gas or food.

Aside from having gotten kicked out before graduating high school, Ford's the same person he is in canon.

He's still an ambitious guy, and here "ambitious" means working hard and saving as much money as he can—so, a long haul owner-operator who spends weeks at a time on the road. (He goes through a LOT of educational audiobooks.) Plus, this is the easiest way for him to get to travel the country; and since it looks like his "travel the world" dreams with Stan are dead, he'll take what he can get.

Since he's never in the same spot long and carries his life in a truck, almost all of Ford's research is in his journal. His bag of investigation supplies has an instant camera, a portable tape recorder, a thermometer, a flashlight, rubber gloves, and a few zip lock bags—and that's about it. It has to share space with all his clothes, toiletries, and nonperishable food when he's on the road. He doesn't have much opportunity to closely examine anything odd he finds, unless he's lucky enough to run into something when he can stop for the night. He has to cram his paranormal research around the side of his full-time job.

He doesn't live in Gravity Falls, but he knows it exists. Every time he moves—to Chicago, to Nebraska, to California—he seems to inch closer. He currently lives in Portland and usually hauls loads between the Pacific Northwest and Chicago or New York. He stops at the truck stop outside Gravity Falls when he can and has gone fishing in town a few times. He doesn't have the benefit of extensive research to know that this is the weirdest town in the world; but it seems pretty weird to him, there are local rumors about the town, and he's had some weird experiences in the area.

Plus, he can't explain it, but it's like the town's calling to him. He wants to move there, but it'd put him over an hour outside of Portland where the nearest jobs are. Maybe if somebody chucked him like $100k to build a cabin in the woods; but what are the odds of that?

He does know Fiddleford. Truck broke down somewhere and Fiddleford kindly pulled over to fix it on the fly. They looked at each other, had mutual knee-jerk "dumb trucker/hillbilly" reactions, and within ten minutes both went "oh wait you're the most brilliant genius i've ever met." Fiddleford's living the same life he was in canon before Ford called him to Gravity Falls—with his family in California, trying to start a computer company out of his garage—but they make friends and keep in contact.

One time Ford stops at a kitschy roadside knickknack store that also sells new agey magic things—crystals, tarot cards, incense, etc. He bought a "lucky" rearview mirror ornament that looks like an Eye of Providence in a top hat and hung it from his cab fan, and ever since then he's had weird dreams whenever he sleeps in his truck.

Things I don't know yet: what Stan's up to; or why Ford's the one who got kicked out. I tend to believe that in canon Stan wasn't just kicked out because he ruined Ford's college prospects, but rather because the family thought he deliberately sabotaged Ford; so in this AU, Ford would've been kicked out over a proportionate crime.

[world-of-wales]

LAURA WARSHAUER SHARED SNIPPETS FROM HER TIME AT ST ANDREW'S WATCHING WILL & CAT FALL IN LOVE ♡

Laura Warshauer had a front row seat as a result of her close friendship with the pair. Whether it was William helping to carry her luggage, Kate comforting her on a night out, or just having a quiet drink in a cosy corner of a pub together, those memories live on.

Her interactions with them are something few can share – teaching Kate how to play the guitar, William buying her first ever Jack Daniel’s and Coke, eating takeaway food together or laughing and joking during road trips.

Speaking about her time at uni she said :

‘I graduated from school a year early and then spent what would have been my senior year at high school in St Andrews. It was a beautiful moment in time.

I wound up getting a front row seat to the very beginning of what would become one of the greatest and most iconic love stories of our time. It’s great to see Will and Kate, the same people they were then, on the world stage.’

Talking about their form life, she recalls that she'd her mother’s lasagne recipe and her aunt’s toffee – for William and some of his friends as well as chatting with him during meal times in the ‘Harry Potter-style’ dining hall.

William & Laura sitting together for the art history 02 class photo (fun fact william changed his course like 2 weeks later to geography)

She said:

‘Will lived down the hall with two of his friends from Eton. Kate lived on the floor below.

‘I met them the same week they met each other. I was struck by how normal Will was. You could talk about anything – the most mundane things.

'Coming back from a trip home to New Jersey with my big luggage, Will would grab my bag and take it inside the dorm.

‘We were all just trying to find our way. Even if you’d been at a boarding school like Eton, people were still in a new environment.’

‘I remember I made dinner for everyone on my birthday in December and Will brought me a gift – a stuffed animal from Tesco.

It’s a seal with a blue backpack with stars on it. It’s in a place where I can see it every day and I’m like, “How cool”. It’s adorable.’

Laura said Kate and William had instant chemistry and fell for each other months before the 2002 fashion show where Will saw Kate modelling and described her as ‘hot’ :

‘We went to a party at a castle. It was a Harry Potter theme and they did an auction for charity where people were bidding to win a date. Will bid £200 to win a date with Kate.’

This is the Glamis Castle Birthday party from 01 where Catherine was pictured with Olivia Bleasdale

While Ms Warshauer doesn’t know what they eventually did for their date, she remembered Kate’s reaction was effortlessly cool – showing she was unfazed by titles and comfortable around him.

She spoke about Kate extricating William from an uncomfortable encounter:

‘It was early on when Will and Kate were getting to know each other. This girl was talking to Will, and he was being polite, but it was obvious he needed a way out .

‘All of a sudden Kate walks up from across the room, puts her arms around him and enables him to turn to this other girl and be like “I’m sorry, I have a girlfriend”.

‘And then he turned to Kate and silently mouthed the words “Thank you”. I remember thinking at that moment that no one but Kate could have done that.

‘They had just met each other but it was clear they had a connection.’

Speaking about her friendship with The Princess of Wales she said :

‘Kate saw that I was upset one night while we were out. I was walking ahead so people couldn’t see that I was upset and she came up and put her arm around me and said “I hate seeing people I care about upset”. You remember these moments.’

A photograph of Kate and Laura taken in the town’s camera shop in 2001 shows their friendship. A trip taken to find equipment for Laura's CBS audition tape filming:

‘As you know, Kate loves photography, she loved it then. Even in her dorm room I remember the beautiful photos.

‘She and I went to the camera shop together to get everything we needed and then she filmed the audition for me.’

Laura had shared a photo on social media of herself and Kate – taken at a 19th birthday party during their time in St Andrews – in a show of support for the Princess following her treatment for cancer.

This party seems to be Oliver Baker's birthday. He's one of W&C's close friends and one of George's godparents.

Speaking about it she said:

‘The interest is even greater now than it was the first time.’

Reminiscing about the party where the photo was taken, she remembers that she had just been to Paris to visit her sister who was studying there. The outfit she has on in the snap is one she bought during that French adventure.

Even that trip to Paris had started with another cherished moment with WillCat. She said:

‘Kate and I were supposed to ride a taxi to the airport together but then Will gave her a ride so I got in on it. I love how he offered her a ride and that’s how I got to go.

‘It was so cool to arrive in Paris and be like, “So guess who gave me a ride to the airport?”

‘The radio was on and Will was like, “Laura, you can sing with the radio”. It was just like popular music. It was sweet that he made that reference to me as a singer.’

[marciabrady]

There was a brief pause, but she punctured it with a booming, "OH! I MUST TELL YOU ABOUT ANOTHER SHOW! I just finished taping 'Cinderella' with Walter Pidgeon, Ginger Rogers, Jo Van Fleet, and Celeste Holm and two young people who are sure to become big stars- Lesley Warren and Stuart Damon. The program is a special to be shown February 22nd. CBS got its color cameras out of mothballs to do the show, and I think they did a beautiful job. They should have. I think they spent about $500,000 on it. It took us five days to tape the show, and we worked nine days altogether, counting rehearsals. Once the crew worked 38 hours straight. That's a very long time to do a television show, and when we were through, the program became known as the children's 'Cleopatra.'"

RODGERS AND HAMMERSTEIN'S CINDERELLA Pat Carroll, 1965

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

introducing: bring your fandom to work week!

• take that blorbo (DC, Marvel, or both!)

• put him in a (workplace) situation — AU? undercover mission? up to you!

• give us a look into the nitty-gritty everyday reality of that workplace, and feel free to show off your expertise/teach readers a thing or two

• post to the collection between February 17th and 21st

some examples of the genre are under the cut!

Like A Good Neighbor by @kindaquirky - in which Tim Drake works in insurance. love the peek into what actual Gotham insurance policies might take into account.

Possible Cardiac Arrest by @kangofu-cb - Nurse!Clint and Firefighter!Bucky. you can absolutely tell this was written by someone who knows what they’re talking about.

Feed The Birds by Moxibustion - vigilante food trucks. never thought I’d be so interested in food distribution systems or the red tape involved in social programs.

On My Mind by @claraxbarton - a (very sexy) glimpse into the glamorous world of college faculty.

Ain’t No Compass, Ain’t No Map by @ebjameston - aka Gotham CPS, featuring one of the best OCs around.

it’s a golden thing he’s got by @scootcommander - sheep herder Bucky Barnes in a cozy, well-developed AU.

The One Where Clint Goes To Preschool by @noxnthea and @there-must-be-a-lock - preschool written by teachers, complete with direct-from-real-life kid quotes.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Marita Vlachou at HuffPost:

Elon Musk, President Donald Trump’s billionaire ally, on Sunday repeatedly attacked CBS’s “60 Minutes,” suggesting the team behind the news program deserves a “long prison sentence” for what he described as their efforts to interfere in the 2024 presidential election. Musk appeared to take issue with a report from Sunday’s episode focused on what the Trump administration’s moves at the U.S. Agency for International Development could mean for the future of other government agencies. USAID has been one of Musk’s biggest targets as the head of the so-called Department of Government Efficiency. “60 Minutes” posted a graphic on its account on X, formerly called Twitter, featuring a quote by former USAID administrator Andrew Natsios, a Republican, refuting the Trump administration’s claims that the agency needs to be reformed to cut out massive fraud. “The most accountable aid agency in the world is USAID,” Natsios said. Musk, who ignored the show’s request for an interview, replied to the post, citing a clip of the unedited interview “60 Minutes” correspondent Bill Whitaker taped with Vice President Kamala Harris in the fall, which is the subject of a lawsuit Trump brought against CBS.

“60 Minutes are the biggest liars in the world!” Musk said. “They engaged in deliberate deception to interfere with the last election. They deserve a long prison sentence.”

Elon Musk is a fascist prick for calling for the arrests of members of CBS’s 60 Minutes team.

From the 02.16.2025 edition of CBS's 60 Minutes:

[radiodormouse]

Tries to Cook and Eat Girl (old art based on this passage from American Psycho)

Dawn. Sometime in November. Unable to sleep, writhing on my futon, still in a suit, my head feeling like someone has lit a bonfire on it, in it, a constant searing pain that keeps both eyes open, utterly helpless. There are no drugs, no food, no liquor that can appease the forcefulness of this greedy pain; all my muscles are stiff, all my nerves burning, on fire. I'm taking Sontinex by the hour since I've run out of Dalmane, but nothing really helps and soon even the box of Sominex is empty. Things are lying in the corner of my bedroom: a pair of girl's shoes from Edward Susan Bennis Allen, a hand with the thumb and forefinger missing, the new issue of Vanity Fair splashed with someone's blood, a cummerbund drenched with gore, and from the kitchen wafting into the bedroom is the fresh smell of blood cooking, and when I stumble up out of bed into the living room, the walls are breathing, the stench of decay smothers everything. I light a cigar, hoping the smoke will mask at least some of it.

Her br**sts have been chopped off and they look blue and deflated, the ni**les a disconcerting shade of brown. Surrounded by dried black blood, they lie, rather delicately, on a china plate I bought at the Pottery Barn on top of the Wurlitzer jukebox in the corner, though I don't remember doing this. I have also shaved all the skin and most of the muscle off her face so that it resembles a skull with a long, flowing mane of blond hair falling from it, which is connected to a full, cold corpse; its eyes are open, the actual eyeballs hanging out of their sockets by their stalks. Most of her chest is indistinguishable from her neck, which looks like ground-up meat, her stomach resembles the eggplant and goat cheese lasagna at Il Marlibro or some other kind of dog food, the dominant colors red and white and brown. A few of her intestines are smeared across one wall and others are mashed up into balls that lie strewn across the glasstop coffee table like long blue snakes, mutant worms. The patches of skin left on her body are blue-gray, the color of tinfoil. Her vagina has discharged a brownish syrupy fluid that smells like a sick animal, as if that rat had been forced back up in there, had been digested or something.

I spend the next fifteen minutes beside myself, pulling out a bluish rope of intestine, most of it still connected to the body, and shoving it into my mouth, choking on it, and it feels moist in my mouth and it's filled with some kind of paste which smells bad. After an hour of digging, I detach her spinal cord and decide to Federal Express the thing without cleaning it, wrapped in tissue, under a different name, to Leona Helmsley. I want to drink this girl's blood as if it were champagne and I plunge my face deep into what's left of her stomach, scratching my chomping jaw on a broken rib. The huge new television set is on in one of the rooms, first blaring out The Patty Winters Show, whose topic today is Human Dairies, then a game show, Wheel of Fortune, and the applause coming from the studio audience sounds like static each time a new letter is turned. I'm loosening the tie I'm still wearing with a blood-soaked hand, breathing in deeply. This is my reality. Everything outside of this is like some movie I once saw.

In the kitchen I try to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body, then I rest by watching a tape of last week's new CBS sitcom, Murphy Brown. After that and a large glass of J&B I'm back in the kitchen. The head in the microwave is now completely black and hairless and I place it in a tin pot on the stove in an attempt to boil any remaining flesh I forgot to shave off. Heaving the rest of her body into a garbage bag - my muscles, slathered with Ben-Gay, easily handling the dead weight - I decide to use whatever is left of her for a sausage of some kind.

A Richard Marx CD plays on the stereo, a bag from Zabar's loaded with sourdough onion bagels and spices sits on the kitchen table while I grind bone and fat and flesh into patties, and though it does sporadically penetrate how unacceptable some of what I'm doing actually is, I just remind myself that this thing, this girl, this meat, is nothing, is shit, and along with a Xanax (which I am now taking half-hourly) this thought momentarily calms me and then I'm humming, humming the theme to a show I watched often as a child - The Jetsons? The Banana Splits? Scooby Doo? Sigmund and the Sea Monsters? I'm remembering the song, the melody, even the key it was sung in, but not the show. Was it Lidsville? Was it H. R. Pufnstuf? These questions are punctuated by other questions, as diverse as "Will I ever do time?" and "Did this girl have a trusting heart?" The smell of meat and blood clouds up the condo until I don't notice it anymore. And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing "I just want to be loved," cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer - all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt. I imagine my own vacant face, the disembodied voice coming from its mouth: These are terrible times. Maggots already writhe across the human sausage, the drool pouring from my lips dribbles over them, and still I can't tell if I'm cooking any of this correctly, because I'm crying too hard and I have never really cooked anything before.

[that-tom-allen]

Hi Tom! Love your and your wife's blogs, I try to keep up to date with them because of the wealth of information.

To the Q: I'm just starting my caged journey, and I'm having trouble with tip irritation from my underwear (CB-3000) and was wondering if you had fabric/brand suggestions, or any advice on dealing with it?

Thank you in advance, love the openness you two have with everyone.

Wow, the CB3000 is still around? That was my longest running cage; I probably went through three of them. I made a solid stainless steel cuff ring for mine, and elongated the hole at the tip to make it easier for peeing at a urinal. I still have one in the back of the closet somewhere, as a "just in case" backup.

However, you're finding that the tip is too open and is allowing your underwear to slip in and rub. Yes, that can be irritating, quite literally.

A kludge - an inelegant solution - might be to put a strip of tape over the opening to prevent the fabric from coming in.

For my normal work day, I wore jeans and BVDs (or that style), so the fabric was already stretched a bit and did not bunch up. I would dress right most days (ie, the cage on the right side of the seam) and the tifbty whiteys gave some support to the cage. If you are wearing boxers or boxer briefs, there may simply be too much fabric in your crotch.

If you are wearing dress pants or khakis, try a snug men's bikini brief that gives more support. Again, the idea is to stretch the fabric around the tip so it doesn't bunch up and move inside.

If you have tried these, it's possible that the CB3000 is too closely formed to your own equipment, and skin is poking out. Have you tried a CB6000? The sloping, narrower tip might keep your skin away from the opening.