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animationstoriestochill · 2 days ago

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The Pink Phink (1964)

From a cameo to a star

I don’t know if this is just me but when growing up my father had a lot and I do mean a lot of DVDs and Cassettes so that meant he had anything and everything from the titanic to Dora the explorer. And one thing common during the DVDs era was to release DvDs that was just a compilation of cartoons and I can’t lie I thought through most of my childhood that those films were of my era not older (I’m looking at you Santa’s workshop and Lonesome Ghosts) why is that important? Because that brings me to this diva.

I LOVED Pink Panther as a kid, I would watch this cartoons a lot, way too much in fact to the point that the theme song is stuck in my head and me remembering how I would watch the Christmas special every single year.

So everyone sit down and be quiet cause today we’re talking about him.

This is the story of The Pink Phink, the beginning of a cultural icon.

The origin

Okey so if I asked someone “Have you watched The Pink Panthern” most of them would immediately think of the cartoon, not the movie

Wait there’s a movie?

That’s right, your favorite diva from the golden age of animation was not a character but quite literally the opening of a movie.

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In 1963, the movie “The Pink Panther” was released to the public. This was a comedic mystery film where a Princess has the infamous gem called “The Pink Panther” and there’s a lot of people who want this gem. The government of her country of birth (yes I know that’s weird but I ain’t explaining the whole story) and a thief called “The phantom” also wants to steal it. Jeez why is everything starting with the, might as well bring out The Phantom Thieves at least they could’ve gotten the gem.

Anyways what’s important is that the movie had a unique intro and that intro was the origin of the Pink Panther. Confused? Good cause things will get even more confusing down the line.

For the sake of simplicity I will say Pink Panther when referring to the character and Pink gem for the movie

So after the movie was released it became a success but not for the reasons you think. You see many people would go back and buy tickets just to see Pink Panther aka the intro and then just leave, people loved the pink panther, they loved the intro, they loved the charisma and sass the pink panther had. What a shame that it isn’t a carto-

The Pink Phink

“Ask and you shall receive” said Friz Frleng the director of the short when starting its production(probably)

And so on December 6, 1963 the short film was released in the United States alongside the movie “Kiss me, Stupid”. So let’s see what kind of shenanigans goes down on this film.

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This 6 minute film can be summarised in one sentence: this is basically you're average Splatoon match

but for those you do not play Splatoon, first of all how dare you, but secondly in this short film a guy names "Little Man" is trying to paint a house with the color blue while Pink Panthern is trying to paint it pink obviously.

From a story standpoint it's very funny but in terms of technical standpoint it's even funnier just how much the team got away with things.

Remember our good pals UPA? Well because UPA made it posible to shorts to focus more on the animation than background, The Pink Phink quite literally said f**k the background, no really there was only one artist that worked on the background (Tom O'Loughlin). Look at the entire film again and you will see that most of it is just a white/blue/pink background and the house at then end of the scene? It's simple in terms of design and it only shows up fora couple of seconds not even a minute.

Speaking of the colors that is also a funny cheap way to save money, having a limited pallet makes it not only easier to paint (remember how technicolor works and how artists had to paint frame by frame?) but also you can just save time because you don't worry to have the same shade of green you used for 3 seconds, it's actually genius.

The cherry on top? The music of course. It's just a loop of the theme Henry Mancini composed for the intro for the movie which ironically became known as the theme song for the Pink Panthern.

and so the rest is history as many would say. The Pink Phink became a massive success and it won an Academy Award for best animated film and Pink Panthern became a cultural icon both for the animation community and the queer community.

And that is the story of our diva the Pink panthern

Until Next time

and Remember Another day another slayyyyyy

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someguynamedstevewrites · 5 years ago

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My Roommate is an Apparition: An Apparition A-Pink-ciation of Culture

Based on characters created by @reddpenn

From the diary of Lily:

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When I was little, I used to talk to my stuffed animals all the time. They were my soft, cuddly friends who were always there for me, and even though they never spoke a word, I always imagined I could hear what they wanted to say. Even as an adult, I still treat inanimate objects like they’re people too. In fact, everyone does at some point or another in their adult life. Anyone who has ever argued with their car that refused to start knows what I mean.

But recently, I realized that sometimes people can do... well the opposite. That sometimes we don’t treat people (who are actual, real people) like they’re people. It’s not something we consciously think about, but it’s more like we forget that, well, people are people. I know this sounds really dumb, but I felt like I needed to write about this after a... well after an “argument” I had with my roommate.

I’ve lived with my roommate for a few months now, and I thought I had gotten to know them pretty well. They like to watch cartoons (like, seriously LOVES them) and we had worked out a TV viewing schedule to make sure that we got along together. But the other day, I realized that I wasn’t necessarily treating them like they were their own person. I didn’t mean to do that, but it just kind of happened, and...

...well it gets really complicated because, technically, they aren’t a person.

I mean, they aren’t human; they’re an apparition.

It made me think about all those stories about monsters and ghosts. Like a ghost used to be human, but then they died, and their spirit became a ghost. Do we still treat the ghost like the person they were when they were alive? Outside of a few exceptions, the answer’s a definite yes.

But what about an apparition? It’s kind of like a ghost, but it’s not. I mean, it’s not the soul of someone who died or anything. They just sort of exist. (Would Slimer from Ghostbusters be an apparition or a ghost?).

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So anyway, reason I’m bringing this all up is because of what happened last weekend. I was channel surfing through the Cable Guide and as I’m flipping through, I pass by Boomerang (you know, the cable channel that spun-off Cartoon Network to hold all the older cartoons?) and all of a sudden, my roommate appears out of nowhere (literally) and practically grabs the remote out from my hands.

“Hey! What gives!?” I say to them.

They immediately change over to Boomerang and my TV screen is suddenly filled up with the color pink. At the same time, my roommate starts “doot-ing” along with the song and goes, “Doo-Doot! Doo-Doot! Do-Doot-Do-Doot-Do-Doot Do-Doot-De-Dooooooooo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doooot”. I have no idea what they’re doing, but then the cartoon starts up and it’s the Pink Panther.

Rhetorically, I go, “What’s this?”

“Pink... Panther...” my roomie says.

And then I make my first mistake by saying, “Huh. Never seen it before.”

Now if I had been paying attention to them, I probably would have seen the face of shock they were making. “You... NEVER... saw it!?” They gasped.

“Nope. Must have been before my time,” which was totally true. I mean, I later found out my Dad used to watch it when he was a kid. It wasn’t on TV when I was growing up. (Why am I defending myself for not watching a specific cartoon?)

Anyway, roomie asks, “Watch... with me?”

And then I, being a total dumbass, say, “Nah. Think I’ll get some dishes in,” before getting up and walking away.

If I had stayed put for just a few seconds longer, I would have heard them asking, “...please?” (In case you’re wondering, they told me about that later.)

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Yes, I hurt its feelings. Yes, it was insensitive. Yes, I am sorry. But like I said, the thought didn’t even cross my mind back then. As far as I knew, as long as my roommate had their cartoons, they were happy. It didn’t occur to me that they cared about anything other than the cartoons themselves.

For the next week, my roommate made sure I knew, now and forever, that this was not true.

My first clue that they were mad at me was later that evening when I went to the living room to watch my usual shows. It was my turn on the TV, and usually I have to pry my roommate away so I can watch what I want to watch. But that night, the instant I walked into the room, they changed the channel to what I wanted, put the remote down on the couch, and left the room without saying a word. I thanked them, plopped myself down, and went straight into couch potato mode.

This should have thrown so many red flags in my head, but for some reason, it didn’t. Maybe I was being too self-absorbed at the time? Maybe I was just tired and thinking, “Aww man, I gotta work tomorrow!”? No matter the excuse, mistakes were made, and I started paying for them the very next morning.

My “haunting” kicked off with waking up to find most of my rock collection missing. I have a particular affinity for pretty rocks and gems (I’m kind of a rock nerd) and have my favorites out on display. But that morning, the only rocks that I could see were the pink ones. Someone had pilfered almost every pebble from every pedestal to perturb me. (I saw a chance for alliteration and took it! So sue me!) I was still waking up and too tired to care about it at the time (me making excuses again) and had work, so I got ready to go and left.

Now I’m not sure how they did it, but my roommate did something to my car radio. I turn it on and all I get are tunes by Henry Mancini. Fifty percent of the time, it was the Pink Panther theme, twenty-five percent was the theme from A Shot In The Dark (I had to use Soundhound to figure out that one), and the rest was a mix of some of his other work. It didn’t matter what station I tried changing it to! Although I did learn that Mancini composed Baby Elephant Walk, so that’s something.

By now, I’d already figured out what was going on (roommate did it), but couldn’t really do anything about it because I still had work to go to. As if the daily grind working at an art supply store wasn’t hard enough, I had to work while having the dang Pink Panther theme stuck in my head all day. Not even the music that played over the store radio could get rid of it. (Given the quote un-quote “music” they play over the speaker system, I eventually considered it a good thing.)

Then I came home, and that’s when things REALLY escalated. First words out of my mouth after I walked in was, “Hey, I’m hoooOOOOOLY~!” Every single wall in the apartment, from the living room, to the kitchen, to the bedroom, and even the bathroom...

PINK!

All of them were painted PINK!

Like strawberry frosted doughnut pink!

As I’m gawking at the interior design sugar rush nightmare, out walks my roommate from around the corner. Immediately, the first thing I noticed was that they had feet. (Normally, they don’t have feet; they just kind of “hover” or “emerge from the ground” or something.) They had their eyes closed, head held up, and made a point of showing off these noodle legs they had constructed by skipping every other three steps.

They were doing the Pink Panther shuffle.

They walk out of my line of sight and I run over to have a word with them, but by then they disappeared. I look around and all I see is more and more pink. From behind me, I hear a mix of snickering slash wheezing. Like you ever hear of this cartoon dog named Muttley? They were laughing like him. And of course, I turn around, and the only thing I see is more pink!

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I knew that my roommate could be ornery at times, like that time I tried to get an idea of their daily routine by setting up a webcam, but this...

I mean, where did she even get the paint? (Upon reading back here, I realized I referred to them as a ‘she’ even though I’m not sure if they are a ‘she’ or not. Yeah, I can edit it to a more neutral pronoun, but something tells me I ought to point this out instead of editing it, for some reason.)

I was half tempted to get back at them by painting the walls back to their original color (they do sell paint by the gallon where I work, and I get the employee discount), but realized they’d just paint(?) the walls pink again. Like I’d turn around after thinking I finished only to find the work I did completely undone. I could just picture my roommate doing that and finding it hysterical.

Anyway, tacky as the pink walls were, I didn’t get too angry about them. For starters, my lease agreement said that I couldn’t paint the walls without landlord approval. But my lease agreement also acknowledges that my apartment may be haunted. If the landlord ever brought it up, I’d just tell them the “ghost” did it. Second, these pranks my roommate was pulling were kind of amusing and didn’t really bother me that much. (I mean sure, I wanted my rock collection back but I doubted my roommate would have thrown them away. They know how much they mean to me.)

The one thing I was putting my foot down on was that I wasn’t going to ask my roommate what was wrong. I got the hint, sure, but I wanted them to know that if something is bothering them, they need to, y’know, actually say something instead of leaving spooky pink clues. They were being a butt, and my hope was that when they saw how much the pink wasn’t bothering me, then they’d finally open up. This went on for about a week with me going about my daily routine only to be surprised by the occasional pink interruption.

Like on Wednesday, I go to the fridge to get something to drink, and all I find in there is Pink Lemonade. It actually wasn’t that bad, but I have no idea how my roommate actually got it given that they never leave the apartment. Thursday, I get a notification saying a package arrived, and find my roommate used my debit card to order the entire Pink Panther cartoon series on DVD. And earlier on Tuesday, I got a call from my landlord asking if I knew why someone had called in an order, in their name, to have Owens Corning insulation installed. In case you weren’t aware, that’s the pink insulation who has “you can guess who” as their mascot.

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So, Friday rolls around, and by now, the entire apartment is pink. Like EVERYTHING. The furniture, the electronics, the toilet, the sink, the appliances, the TV, and everything in between has been made pink somehow. I’m not sure who out there still makes pink toilet paper, but apparently my roommate has either some special powers I don’t know about yet, or they got connections.

At this point, since my roommate had yet to approach me about “The Pink-ening”, I began playing the reverse-psychology card. I came home and got to making dinner. While some of this was a bit more expensive than what I usually spend on food, I figured it was worth it if it meant getting my roommate to talk to me. My menu included delicious smoked pink salmon, some crab linguine with a nice amount of pink to it for a side dish, and some mashed red potatoes that turn out nice and pink if you got the right recipe. To wash it down, I picked up a glass of pink lemonade from the fridge, and in the freezer, some strawberry sorbet.

I get down to eating at my pink table, with a pink wooden chair, pink napkins, pink silverware, pink glass of pink lemonade. It took a little more effort to put this together, but I made an exaggerated point of showing off how good this pink meal was and how much I was just enjoying all this pink.

About halfway into my meal, I get a feeling that someone’s standing behind me. It’s hard to put into words how you know someone’s there especially since my roommate doesn’t really eat or breath. It’s like the hairs on the back of your neck become sensitive like cat whiskers and can just... feel that someone’s there. Usually sends a chill down my spine when that happens, but this time, I was ready and waiting for it.

“Care to join me for dinner?” I say without turning around. If I had, they probably would have vanished on me again like they had been doing all week.

“Looks... good...” they say in their ever so familiar by now raspy voice.

“Got something you want to talk about?” I ask between bites. There’s a brief pause as my roommate thinks to themselves.

“...yes,” they finally answer.

“Okay. Pull up a chair! It’s been a while since we just, y’know, talked and stuff,” which was true.

The instant I said that, I realized that even before the “week of pink” began, we hadn’t spent a whole lot of time together outside of our usual TV time. I had long since figured out that my roommate wanted me to watch Pink Panther with them, but I just thought they wanted to show it to me to show off how (subjectively) good the cartoon was. Only then did it hit me that they wanted me to watch it with them because they wanted to watch it together with me. It was like they were hoping for some roommate bonding time or something like that.

Now, it wasn’t like we weren’t talking to each other before this. I greeted them whenever I saw them, and let them know whenever I came home or was leaving. but we hadn’t actually talked, like... “talk-talk” in a few weeks. Instead, the conversations over the last few weeks were like the kind of conversations a person would have with their pet cat or pet dog. Like you’d talk to them, but not really expect an answer from them.

I had been treating her like a pet more than a person. (Did it again! I’m thinking I’ll ask them later what kind of pronouns they’d like me to use, or if they’ve even given any thought towards gender or anything).

My guess is that my roommate picked up on this themselves, and just like a disobedient pet who is bored, lonely, or other, they made a mess of the place. Maybe they were thinking that if I was going to treat them like a pet, they would act like one too?

Of course, I didn’t mean to treat them like that. I don’t think anyone really does mean it when they do. It just kind of happens without thinking about it. The whole reason I’m writing this down here in you, diary, is so that I can make a mental note slash reminder to be careful of doing that kind of thing. It’s especially important to remember when interacting with other people, like my co-workers or the store customers. (Unlike my roommate, they can’t get on my case by making my entire apartment pink.)

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Now where was I? Oh yeah, our talk. I think I remember the most important bits of it. It went something like:

“So, whaddya wanna talk about?” I ask between bites of food.

“Pink...” they say to me. I wait a moment, expecting them to say “panther” after that, but it when it doesn’t arrive, I step in.

“Yeah! Pretty amazing what you did with the place! I didn’t know things could even get this pink!” which was one-hundred percent true.

“...Thank...you...” they say with a smile. I can tell that was not the answer they were expecting as I could have swore they turned and blushed. Although I couldn’t tell because of how pink everything else was.

“Although,” I add, “I don’t think the landlord is going to like the apartment being this pink. If it stays like this, they might kick me out. And we wouldn’t want that, right?”

Now my roommate, the apparition, actually looks shocked for a moment. The thought hadn’t entered their head, and for a moment, they looked a little scared. “N-n-n-no...” they stuttered.

“Well, I’m sure together, we can get this place back to the way it was before the next time they have an apartment inspection. Whenever that is,” I reassure them.

“Yeah...” my roommate nods.

“Say I got some time off this upcoming weekend. Want to watch some Pink Panther with me?” (Oh my God, you should have seen the smile on my roommate’s face when I asked this.) “I see I have the DVD collection now, apparently,” I say with a wink, “and we can even watch the movies together too.”

“...movies?” they ask.

“Yeah, the Pink Panther was a movie first before it became a cartoon. It was a live-action movie, but... well some of it’s like a cartoon here and there. Lots of slapstick comedy that I think you might like.” They were practically beaming and agreed immediately.

After Friday’s dinner, we watched some of the cartoons (which are actually pretty funny) and for the upcoming weekend, we’re doing a Pink Panther movie marathon with cartoons mixed in to spice it up. I also found out that my roommate doesn’t just watch the cartoons, but actually knows a thing or two about them. Like how Friz Freleng, one of the directors and creative minds behind the original Looney Tunes cartoons, was involved in the Pink Panther’s creation along with a new studio after he left Warner Brothers. I don’t know how my roommate came to know so much, but it’s pretty cool.

Anyway, I got me some sweet, pink treats to snack on during the movie marathon. The apartment is still pink as can be, but my roommate said they’ll take care of it once the marathon’s over. Exactly HOW they plan to take care of it, I have no idea. Oh well. No use pinking too hard about it.

(HA!)

#my roommate is an apparition #Tulpa #fanfiction #reddpenn #Pink Panther

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jana-hallford · 6 years ago

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Baby Boomer Memories: Liddle Kiddle Dolls

I was a girly little girl, and loved dolls. (I still do.) Most of my favorite dolls were by Mattel, including Barbie, my beloved Sister Belle, and my last childhood doll, Dancerina. Mattel was a major, major toy maker for the Baby Boomer generation.

Elliot Handler, founder of Mattel (and husband of Ruth Handler, inventor of the Barbie doll!) wanted a line of dolls representing small children in neighborhoods across America. Famed doll sculptor Martha Armstrong Hand, who sculpted other popular dolls including Drowsy (1965) and Cheerful Tearful (1966), made the first ten Kiddles in 1965. They were soft vinyl, with bendable wired legs, painted facial features, and rooted hair that could be brushed and combed. Each came with accessories and a little illustrated “komic” or story booklet.

Florence Niddle (1966 - 1967), one of the first 24 Liddle Kiddle dolls.

Bunson Burnie (1966 - 1967), one of the original 24 Liddle Kiddles.

Rolly Twiddle (1967) the only African American doll of the first 24 Liddle Kiddles released. She is highly sought after, especially with her original clothes, wagon, pail and shovel, and Komic booklet.

Freezy Sliddle (1967), one of the first 24 Liddle Kiddle dolls.

Liddle Kiddles were introduced at the New York Toy Fair in 1966. The Toy Fair is a buying show, not open to the public, so the dolls hit the market a little later.

I was the fourth grade and turned nine years old in 1967, the perfect age to discover Liddle Kiddle dolls. They were about three inches tall -- much smaller than most dolls of the day -- with playful accessories and outfits. I had so much fun with them!

I had the Storybook Kiddle Liddle Biddle Peep doll (1968), and two Lucky Locket Kiddles. Liddle Biddle Peep was, of course, Little Bo Peep, complete with a chenille sheep and a little shepherd’s crook, a pink dress with paniers, and a matching bonnet. Like all the Storybook Kiddles, Liddle Biddle Peep came with a storybook. She was played with until wires started poking out from her limbs.

Liddle Biddle Peep from the Storybook Kiddles collection. I loved her.

Sleeping Biddle Storybook Kiddle. I wanted this one so much!

Lucky Locket Kiddles were about two inches tall, and came in wearable plastic lockets with “jeweled” frames and clear plastic bubble fronts. There was a stand on the back that could be pulled out, allowing the locket to be displayed like a picture frame. Unlike their larger siblings, Lucky Locket dolls were not wired, and their clothes were sewn on.

This excellent collection of Lucky Locket Kiddles includes some from the original “Gold Series,” plus some later issues.

My first Lucky Locket Kiddle was Lois Locket, the sole black doll in the Lucky Locket series. I loved her. The summer between fourth and fifth grade, when I was ten, my family drove to San Francisco for a rare vacation. Lois went with me. While we were in San Francisco, we visited a Russian family we had befriended in Japan. When we arrived, we met the newest addition to the family, a darling little girl named Lana but called Kinka. She was five and spoke only Russian, but language was not a barrier. Kinka saw me and immediately pulled me away to play with her. The first thing she did was show me her big sister Tanya’s room. I could tell she attached special importance to Tanya’s make-up and View-Master. I gave Kinka a coin purse from a set I had shaped like dolls. (I was in my “It’s a Small World” phase, and the coin purse dolls represented various nations.) Kinka liked my Lois Locket, and my mother encouraged me to give it to her when we were leaving, so I did. I was not able to replace Lois.

Larky Locket.

My next and last Kiddle was Larky Locket, a sweet blonde baby. I still have her, sans locket, in an ornate, Rococo-inspired little doll cradle. Lois and Larky were both in the first set of seven Lucky Locket Kiddles (1967), known as the “Gold Set,” since the frames were gold. Lois was the only doll repeated in the second set of seven Lockets called the “Pastel” set, (1968) due to the difference in frame colors. I’m almost certain my Lois was from the second set, as I recall her locket frame as pastel green, but I could be wrong. Her clothing was the same in both.

The cover of a Lucky Locket Kiddles set of paper dolls shows photos of the actual dolls inside illustrated frames. Larky Locket, in the center, was the baby of the bunch. I still have her. Lois Locket, just to her right, was the only African-American Lucky Locket Kiddle.

Carrying cases were sold for the dolls. Some of my friends had them. There were also tie-in coloring books and paper dolls.

Liddle Kiddles Klub carrying case, exterior.

Liddle Kiddles Klub case, interior.

Pink train case-style Liddle Kiddle carrier.

Liddle Kiddle and hat-box style case. Sailor doll Lola Liddle (1966-1967) came with a sailboat. (She is not missing her shoes -- her feet were bare.) The picture on the case shows her with Howard "Biff" Boodle (1966). Lola Liddle and Biff Boodle were among the original 24 Kiddles released. Each was sold with a Komic book that featured them both together.

Mattel released many additional Kiddles, including Kola Kiddles and Kiddle Kolognes. These were two-inch dolls, much like their Locket sisters, but in clear plastic bottles that looked like soft drink bottles and perfume bottles. The tiniest Kiddles were Jewelry Kiddles, from just under to just over one inch high. The largest, four-inch Skedaddle Kiddles, were able to walk, ride vehicles or wave thanks to an internal mechanism. Five Holiday Kiddles (1968 - 1969) representing Christmas, Easter, and Valentine’s Day, had soft bodies and vinyl faces. They could be worn as pins, and the Christmas dolls could also serve as tree ornaments. Four Kiddles n’ Kars dolls (1969 - 1970) wore old-fashioned dresses and drove cars based on early automobiles.

Rosebud (1968 - 1969) from the Kiddle Kolognes collection. The Kologne Kiddles were scented.

Apple Blossom (1968 - 1969) from the Kiddle Kolognes series, shown outside of her bottle.

Some of the other later releases were four tiny (two inch) dolls in animal costumes with yarn hair, the Animiddle Kiddles (1969-1970) that could be worn as pins, and four Zoolery Kiddles (1969-1970). Zoolery Kiddles were four plastic animals (panther, lion, chimpanzee, and bear) rather than children, in plastic circus cages, each attached to a bracelet. The cages could be combined to form a circus train.

Robin Hood and Maid Marion from the Storybook Kiddles Sweethearts Collection.

Never opened Lady Crimson from the Tea Party Kiddles series (1969).

From 1968 to 1970 the Storybook Kiddles Sweethearts, tiny but well-detailed pairs of Kiddles portraying star-crossed lovers, such as Romeo and Juliet, and Robin Hood and Maid Marian, were released, along with the Tea Party line in 1969, featuring girls in beautiful gowns, each with a teacup and saucer large enough for human use. This was also the year of the wonderful, whimsical Kozmic Kiddles -- glow-in-the-dark space aliens in flying saucers. I remember Kozmic Kiddles from the Sears Christmas Catalog. How I wanted one of those!

Kozmic Kiddle Greenie Meanie (1969). The Kozmic Kiddles fetch some of the highest prices.

Six Sweet Treat Kiddles with ice cream and lollipop motiifs came out 1969 - 1970. Three Playhouse Kiddles, one set in a kitchen, one in a parlor, and one in a bedroom, were sold only in 1970. Four Liddle Baby Kiddles were also released in 1970. (I was glad to see one of the Liddle Baby Kiddles was African American. For the time, the representation was significant.) I was aware of the Sweet Treats, but otherwise don’t remember most of the later Liddle Kiddles.

A story I read as a child compared growing up to going through a magic door. It closes behind you, but a new door opens. When I was 12, I gradually stopped playing with dolls the way I had before, even though I still liked them. I felt profound sadness for leaving my childhood, but understood it was inevitable, and looked forward to what was ahead. I vowed not to forget what it was like to be a child, and like many creative people, I do remember.

Coincidentally, as my childhood and the 1960s came to a close, so did the heyday of Liddle Kiddles. The rising price of petroleum was bad news for makers of vinyl and plastic products, including toys. Mattel made drastic cuts, and the last Kiddles were released in 1970. ln 1971 production discontinued. (The iconic and perennial best-seller Barbie endured.)

There were a few postscripts in the late 1970s. Lucky Locket Kiddles were reissued 1976 - 1978 with bright color frames, then some final ice cream theme Sweet Treat Kiddles were released in 1979, but otherwise the Liddle Kiddle series was no more. Their influence remains. Liddle Kiddles paved the way for other small dolls, including a Kiddles-like series by Uneeda in the 1980s.

Liddle Kiddles remain very popular with collectors, and there are many on-line resources and collector groups. For quite of few of us, these dolls are a treasured memory.

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nurkhamis-fcnu-blog · 7 years ago

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The Met Gala: My favourite looks

Every year, on the first Monday of May, everyone’s eyes are on the Met Gala. What is it, you may wonder? (You probably know already) Well, it is a prestigious event which every person passionate about fashion dreams of going to, where you are able to express your style and be as creative and dramatic as you desire. Unfortunately, the guest list is very exclusive, chose by the host, the one and only Anna Wintour, editor-in-chief of Vogue Magazine. (You can buy a ticket for 30,000$ though)

Every year there is another theme, left to be recreated by the fashion designers creating the looks and the celebrities wearing them. This year’s theme was “Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination”, and the exhibition can be visited at the Met Museum in New York City.

I really appreciate the celebrities that follow the theme, while also looking amazing. That is the most important part after all. I noticed most celebrities focused on the “Heavenly Bodies” or “Sunday Best” part, without really including the religious aspect of it all. Some did really good though. Here are the looks that slayed my life, in no particular order.

1. Rihanna

Honestly, I had very high expectations from Rihanna. She is basically the queen of the Met Gala, always following the theme and taking it to the extreme, but also making it her own style. She did not disappoint. Giving me Pope vibes in Maison Margiela by John Galliano. Look at that detail! So beautiful, so divine. She is everything. A goddess.

2. Blake Lively

Blake Lively was my favourite. She stole my heart with this Versace gown. Looked so beautiful and elegant, while also respecting the theme. Again, the detail is incredible, and overall, she is divine. Makeup, hair, accessories, everything is on point. One of the queens of the Met Gala this year.

3. Solange

Initially I didn’t know what to think about her look. I wasn’t immediately convinced, because I didn’t see the relevance to the theme, but after seeing her Vogue interview, I understood that her inspiration was Black Madonna and all of the African Saints, which really made sense. The halo was beautiful and it brought some colour to the all-black Iris van Herpen look, and I loved the durag.

4. Kate Bosworth

So angelic, so pure, so beautiful. Loved this Oscar de la Renta look, including the make-up and the veil. Subtle, simple, something you would associate with religion and the church.

5. Sarah Jessica Parker

SJP brought drama to the gala, and that's what I love. This event is there for creativeness and boldness. and she really did that, in Dolce and Gabbana.

6. Emilia Clarke

The Mother of Dragons was there and she was 🔥 (pun intended). Loved the blush, the crown, and of course, the Dolce and Gabbana gown. She is basically the statue of the Virgin Mary in Sicily, as she said in her Vogue interview.

7. Cardi B

Cardi B did not disappoint me and I am so glad. She took the theme and made it for herself. She looked gorgeous in Moschino, and she really was glowing. Her first time and still looked better then most people that have been attending for years.

8. Zendaya

I gagged. Wow. Zendaya. As usual, perfection. Everything: hair, outfit, makeup. In a Versace dress slash armour, inspired by Joan of Arc. She pulled it off so effortlessly and I am in love.

9. Priyanka Chopra

Another queen of the Met Gala, Priyanka was so incredibly beautiful. No words to describe her, honestly. Loved how the lip matched the Ralph Lauren dress. The embroidered hood was perfection. Good job!

8. Jared Leto

Jared Leto gave me serious Jesus vibes in Gucci. He was already giving me Jesus vibes since he grew his hair and beard, so I love how he took advantage of that. It's well-known how big of a fan of Gucci he is, so no wonder that's what he wore. One of the best dressed man at the gala.

9. Ariana Grande

So divine. Ariana Grande wore a Vera Wang gown inspired by the Sistine Chapel Ceiling. I love how the bow represented her usual high ponytail. Rocking her own signature look while still respecting the theme. That’s how you do it!

10. SZA

SZA looked like an angel. The baby pink Versace dress looked so beautiful on her, and the halo was so pretty.

11. Taylor Hill

I feel like this look was so underrated. Nobody really talked about it. I don’t get why, though. She is literally wearing a cardinal’s robe. The Diane von Furstenberg dress looks amazing on her, the makeup is beautiful, the hair, and those shoes... I need.

12. Lily Collins

Queen. Yes, yes, yes. Another dress inspired by a cardinal’s robe, very solemn, catholic. The makeup is one of my favourites, it’s dark but yet so edgy, and the silver glitter and the little red tear were so intricate.

13. Chadwick Boseman

I died. The Black Panther, king T’challa, Chadwick Boseman, did THAT. The best dressed man at the Met Gala this year, 💯. Not only did he go with the theme, but he pulled off that suit effortlessly and looked so cool. Usually, men at the Met Gala play it safe, wearing simple tuxedos and suits, but Chadwick didn’t come to play. I am in love. Look at those gold glittery shoes!

14. Natalia Vodianova

I like how she wore pants instead of a dress, and introduced the religious element through the embellished cross on her top. The length and flared style of the Balmain pants looks great on her long legs. Don’t love the hair, would’ve liked it up, but overall, a really good look, I believe.

15. Darren Criss

Last but not least, another well-dressed man. Darren Criss was so underrated, I could barely find his picture. Not many have talked about his look and I cannot understand why. Look at him, look at that jacket, the colour coordination, the crosses on his shoes. So handsome, and really taking into consideration the theme in quite a bold way, which I really admire.

BONUS: Donald Glover

The only good picture I could find, but look at Donald Glover’s Gucci suit. The back is so so cool!

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unfriendlygreen · 7 years ago

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TJ KAPLAN-ALTMAN is a TWENTY-ONE year old SEVENTH YEAR at Age of Heroes Academy who looks a lot like CODY CHRISTIAN. HE identifies as CIS MALE and rumor has it they’re the adopted child of BILLY KAPLAN & TEDDY ALTMAN. They’re described as DETERMINED & FEROCIOUS and got into the academy due to their ability of EXPERT SHAPESHIFTING & SUPERSKRULL ENHANCEMENT. Their moral alignment is CHAOTIC EVIL.

found in a pod in the space equivalent of a dumpster, tj was picked up by teddy and some how teddy did not throw him further into space - bless up.

tj is of skrull descent though after being biologically engineered to manipulate fire, absorb kinetic energy, and limited manipulation of force fields. he trained tirelessly as a child, training as a skrull soldier until the lab he was hosted in was raided and he was shoved into an escape pod with coordinates over 300 clicks away. somewhere between 245 and 300 clicks he lost consciousness and the pod fell into hibernation mode. its unclear how long he slept for but he awoke when his pod was opened by teddy altman. adopting his name, tj assimilated into the kaplan-altman lifestyle -- side eyeing the weakness love that the pair flaunted so shamelessly. with time he grew to want something like that, something like his parents had, though the skrull military training that hums in the back of his mind tells him to resist such an obvious achilles’ heel.

ABILITIES

skrull military training - hand-to-hand combat, though he was a kid ya dig so like he’s just extra pretty good at it now and he works diligently and took up mma awhile back so he still good.

fire manipulation - he can project fire from his extremities in ranging intensities, and create, shape, and manipulate existing fire/flames. as a result tj runs hotter than most but he cannot set his entire self alight like johnny storm. he has adept control of this skill from his training as a young child.

kinetic energy absorption - tj can absorb kinetic energy, removing it from its source and then turn around and use it to enhance his own physical strength, speed, and stamina. as he takes on more hits he metabolizes it to his own advantage and that makes him an excellent field soldier. he absorbs energy not only from punches but also projectiles like bullets and physically based energy beams. ( * he discovered this later on, most likely once he was already at the academy. could be a funny, but not so cute meet-cute or something )

limited force field manipulation - he can create force fields around himself and those in his immediate area. his current radius is 10 feet in any direction. with proximity he can penetration other’s force fields or even break them entirely with focus.

shapeshifting - like any other skrull he can shapeshift, it ain’t special though as a kid he would test his abilities time and time again, turning into furniture or creepily large pencils. sometimes if a movie is particularly boring ( or just not what he’s into ) he’ll study the actors and take on their appearance.

the skrull can like, stretch and like, become rubbery or something. ya girl is not great at summarizing and we made it this far so like. we should be mcfucking grateful that i didn’t pull a graham here. im just being more thorough bc he’s a student and ya gonna see him all the time so ya gotta know what he be like okay.

they can change size, fly, and mimic sounds and voices bc the skrull are like *pink panther theme plays* s p i e s

back to tj now, he won’t tell anyone his real name so might as well call him tj. you can try to guess that’d be fun. but he’ll neither confirm or deny. i’d love a running gag where everyone assumes they know his name because one time his eyebrow did a thing when i asked if his name was toenail so i’m pretty sure its toenail or something like that bc at the end of the day im a fucking meme.

PERSONALITY --

determined is just a nice way to say stubborn. once tj’s mind is made up you could show him a 74 slide powerpoint and he’d dismiss the whole thing. but if its something he doesn’t have an opinion of he’s pretty go with the flow.

ferocious - savagely fierce, cruel, or violent. he comes from a warrior race, fighting is in his blood though he only fights for what he wants and believes in.

his moral alignment is chaotic evil and he has no respect for rules, other people's lives, or anything but his own desires, which are typically selfish. he has a tendency to be cruel when other’s don’t agree with him and its his instinct to lash out though with parenting his tantrum phase has kind of.. mellowed unless he knows his dads aren’t around to stop him. he absolutely does not mean well but he likes anyone who he thinks is along his same wavelength.

if you powered through this whole thing oh my fucking god, wow. ily but like... love urself, you know you can ask me questions at anytime. the only reason this is so extensive is so that i can refer back to this to refresh myself. anyway, you know the drill, like this to plot and after work i will be hitting everyone up.

he’s open to all connections rn except like. his dads, duh, so feel free to send me whatever ideas you might have been wanting. i got a few things to do tonight but like otherwise i will be lingering around for the next hour and then after that i’ll be on after work ( in 6 hours ) okay okay im done. sorry for how long this is, again. seriously.

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mvalleefootball-blog · 7 years ago

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Pats Outlast Bucs: A Road Trip to Tampa

By Michael Vallee

A friend of mine likes to say, “Once is a fluke, twice is a trend”. With that in mind my friends and I say set out last week on our second consecutive Patriots road trip, making this officially a tradition. Last year’s inaugural trip was to the depressing dystopian waste land also known as Buffalo, so we were definitely expecting an upgrade with this year’s destination: Tampa, Florida.

Takeoff: The Buffalo trip was a ground affair, which meant 16 hours round trip driving across the tediously boring 1-90 corridor (actually 12 hours if you have a friend that thinks he’s Al Unser). This year we were traveling by air, and since I don’t travel for work, that meant getting reaquainted with the joys of post-9/11 air travel.

This did not begin well, as I missed my early morning flight, sort of. In the “old” days missing a flight meant you were sprinting thru the airport like O.J. Simpson (sorry but there just aren’t any other airport running references) and arriving at your gate at 7:32am for a 7:30am flight. I “missed” my flight by arriving 40 minutes before takeoff only to be informed, in the most robotic and unpleasant way possible, that bag check ends 45 minutes before takeoff. Apparently the size of my luggage represented a threat to national security so my bag could not be carried on. Luckily there was another flight leaving 30 minutes later for Philadelphia with enough time to spare to meet my friends for the connecting flight to Tampa. Whew.

One layover, two flights and three bags of pretzels later we deplaned from the claustrophobic hell that is coach in the 21st century and set foot in the state that provides the internet with 90% of it’s NSFW content, Florida.

Tampa: Arriving from the northeast and setting foot into the Florida sun conjures up one simple word - sweltering. The heaviness of the humidity hits you like a bag of bricks. Which is so Florida. Whether you are in the theme-park laden area of Orlando, the redneck panhandle or the art deco social mecca that is Miami, Florida is not exactly a state that hides who it is. It takes all of one 30 minute ride from the airport to our hotel in Clearwater, to get an immediate sense of what much of this area is all about.

The tackiness. The palm trees. The touristy stuff. The chain restaurants. The pink buildings. The Tampa area is like a sexy strip mall. In one location you can pick up your prescription at CVS, grab some groceries, then get your nipples pierced, grab another lower back tattoo and, if there’s time, maybe pick up some fake breasts. It is cheesy Florida convenience at its finest. And Florida is nothing if not convenient. Not only is there some form of a gas station, pharmacy, fast food or grocery store on virtually every block but they are all open 24 hours. Literally nothing closes. Outside of the weather it might be the single biggest difference between Tampa and Boston.

The chain restaurants are all those ones that you’ve never actually seen anywhere in the Boston area. Places like, Sonic, Little Caesars and Long John Silvers, low rent fast food that, for people like me, only exists in bad commercials. The chain restaurants did, however, provide temporary relief from the not-so-subtle pastel decor of Florida. It’s everywhere. We saw a yellow stucco building that had “Internal Revenue Service” written on the front. It almost seemed like somebody randomly threw those letters on the front of the building as part of some elaborate hoax.

As we get closer to Clearwater the roads are inundated with bad motels. You know, those one-story types that look like they rent by the hour and on their signs openly boast about “clean rooms” and “cable”. If you stay at a place that brags that its rooms are clean you’re probably in for a disappointing stay. There was a time in college where I could see my friends and I sleeping six to a room in one of those places. Thankfully on this trip we were driving right past those hell holes for our weekend headquarters: Shephard’s Beach Resort.

It’s a quick turnaround after we check-in. The Red Sox are beginning their postseason that afternoon so we head out to a sports bar near Raymond James Stadium to pregame before the New England Patriots and Tampa Bay Buccaneers square off on Thursday Night Football.

The Game: On the way to the bar we hit bad traffic. It’s early so it’s not so much game day traffic as it is Tampa traffic, brought on by the city’s desire to seemingly place as many traffic lights on its highways as possible. Route 60 is Tampa’s answer to Route 9 in Massachusetts. If you don’t get the reference consider yourself one of the lucky souls that doesn’t have to frequent one of the most annoying traffic-laden roads in America.

We eventually arrive at our sports bar of choice: The Winghouse Bar and Grill. Unfortunately the Boston hostile takeover was in full effect with every drunken Patriots fan down for the game descending upon the Winghouse like it was the only place in Tampa serving food. This left us staring at a 1 to 2 hour wait. They won’t even let us in to drink. But wait, this is Tampa, if you can’t go to the party, the party comes to you. In an attempt to cater to its many waiting customers the Winghouse has whipped up a makeshift bar outside where everybody is welcome to drink in the parking lot and watch the outdoor TVs. Apparently Tampa’s open-container laws are slightly more lax than they are in Boston.

The Winghouse is your typical T & A sports bar, one of those places where hot scantily clad chicks serve you beer and bar food and have subtle names like “Twin Peaks”. We found this fitting considering the Tampa/Clearwater area is home to the original Hooters. Aah, nothing like a little culture to spice up the neighborhood. The Winghouse though seemed to have a slightly different interpretation of the T & A sports bar with more of an emphasis on the A than the T. They were like Hooters’ trashy cousin.

After watching the Sox get hammered, next it was off to Raymond James Stadium, home of the perennially disappointing Tampa Bay Bucs. If first impressions matter the Buccaneers were not off to a good start as the first thing that greets you is a massive and incredibly lame billboard that had “SIEGE THE DAY” written across it. Amateur hour.

Unfortunately this theme continues throughout the game as we are hit with a relentless onslaught of nonsense. Raffles, games, in-game Instagram pictures, cartoon car races, four day old highlights, anything and everything to remind you that the Buccaneers don’t think their fans are real football fans but rather the equivalent of toddlers that need constant distraction and stimulation to enjoy the game. I was all but waiting for them to dangle a set of plastic toy car keys on the jumbotron in between plays and drop an oversize baby mobile over the field during timeouts. The whole thing reeked of desperation, as if the entire game presentation was produced by a used car salesman. It was less like an NFL game and more like a county fair.

Almost all of these distractions were introduced on the jumbotron by this chick that, as the game progressed, slowly became the most annoying woman in the world. A couple of videos to entertain the masses is one thing, but I swear she must have appeared in 40 videos featuring all this pointless crap. By the time the game ended it was almost impossible not to have developed an irrational hatred of this poor girl who was guilty of nothing more than having a really, really lame job.

A lot of the stuff seemed random, like repeatedly showing us a picture of some ex-Buc with a bad mustache named Paul Gruber. But, as it turns out, this might not have been random at all as Gruber is a member of the Buccaneers Ring of Honor, and at halftime they were inducting former owner Malcolm Glazer into this elite and hallowed group. Someday I can tell my grand kids I had a front row seat to one of the great days in Tampa sports history.

One thing that was not random but rather was disturbingly permanent was this:

Yup, those are bonafide male cheerleaders at an NFL game. I would love to know the thought process that went into this decision. “Hey guys we need something to appeal to our audience which consists largely of men age 10-70, any ideas?” “I’ve got it, we add male cheerleaders to the sideline, that should keep the fans coming back.” And they were sort of half-ass male cheerleaders at that. No megaphones or uniforms to speak of, just a bunch of dudes in t-shirts pumping their fists and prodding the crowd. Somewhere, ex-male cheerleader George W Bush was shaking his head in disgust.

The Bucs even struggled when it came to honoring their lone championship team. Instead of raising a traditional banner for the 2002 World Championship team, the team instead honored them with a tattered old sail attached to the pirate ship stationed in one of the end zones. I guess when you lose as much as the Bucs have, it’s hard to figure out what to do when you finally get a little taste of success.

The game itself ended in typical Thursday night fashion, with the Patriots holding on for a grinding 19-14 win. A few quick thoughts on the game:

-It was a nice bounce back game for the defense coming off back-to-back 33 point games, including a putrid performance against Carolina. That punk Jameis Winston is still unpolished but Tampa has a lot weapons and holding them to 14 in their own building is a good effort. Stephen Gilmore, whom we shredded in this space after the Panthers debacle, had his best game as a Patriot, helping to hold explosive receiver Mike Evans to just 49 yards.

-Brady took an absolute pounding in this game. Last year his body only had to endure 12 games and 15 sacks prior to the playoffs. This year he has to play 16 games and has already been sacked 16 times. I don’t care how pliable he is, if they don’t clean up the offensive line and find a way to get the short passing game going he is going to be one sore customer come January. If he makes it to January.

-Patriots had one of their worst penalized games of the Belichick era with 12 penalties for 108 yards. It wasn’t so much the total number of penalties as the potentially costly timing of them. Two roughing the passer penalties in the final 10 seconds of the first half put Tampa in field goal range and a brutal penalty by Brandon Bolden on punt coverage extended a Buccaneer drive in the 3rd quarter. Bolden committed two penalties on special teams which is problematic if you want to remain on the roster and you are a running back that can’t run.

-After watching yet another ugly Thursday night game it just baffles me why the NFL has not adopted the 18 week, double bye week schedule, guaranteeing that both Thursday night teams play each other following a bye. This would not only give the owners the 18 week schedule they so covet and help preserve player health but it would dramatically upgrade the quality of play for the Thursday night games. It would also be a nice PR bump in regards to all the CTE stuff. It is the mother of all no brainers.

Nothing like a curbside nap after a tough loss:

Shephard’s: After the game it was back to our “resort” for 48 hours of Florida revelry. Shephard’s Beach Resort is located in Clearwater Florida, which boasts beautiful beaches and plenty of riff-raff giving it the feel of a sort of trashy poorman’s riviera. At the social epicenter of Clearwater is Shephard’s which serves a dual purpose as a hotel and an indoor/outdoor nightclub. The term “epicenter” cannot be overstated as one night we asked our waitress what else there is to do in Clearwater and she responded, “I can’t think of anything else at all really”. Oh well, so much for exploring the nightlife of Clearwater. Tethered to our “resort” we settle in for two days of fun and sun Shephard’s style.

The first thing you notice during a day of drinking by the pool at Shephard’s is that this is not a place with a lot of rules. In other words, our kind of place. At one point in the pool, almost simultaneously, there was a guy doing cannon balls, two couples having a drunk chicken fight, a little girl eating chicken fingers with ketchup in the shallow end and a pigeon pecking at the remains of a fish taco. This triggered my friend, who just bought a condo in Miami, to say, “Literally none of this would be allowed at my place.” In fact, even when Shephard’s has an actual rule they don’t enforce it. There is a no smoking sign outside of the lobby, and a massive ashtray right next to it, sending more mixed signals than my ex-girlfriend.

Before heading out Friday night we stop by the hotel’s all-you-can-eat buffet. This is only noteworthy because of the eating performance we witnessed in a booth 10 feet away. Two guys, determined to get every penny’s worth of their $34.99, and then some, sat down and proceeded to eat about 50 king crab legs each. They were like machines. No emotion, no chatter between platefulls, no wasted movements - just relentless non-stop king crab leg consumption. It was an awesome spectacle. I’m pretty sure the hotel lost money on the entire buffet that night because of these two.

The crowd at the club that night was the same eclectic collection of random characters we encountered during much of this Florida trip. You gotta love a place where you can see a gorgeous 22-year-old, a weathered 62-year-old and a mother with her 4-year-old child all drinking at the same place. What do you do when you find out that Shephard’s doesn’t offer any baby-sitting services? You say, “What the hell, I’ll just bring my kid to the club.” It’s just like Cinderella’s castle at Disney World, only instead of a castle there’s a bar and instead of Cinderella there’s a bunch of drunk people.

Last call was surprisingly early for what you might expect from such a place, forcing us across the street to drink at the deceptively named “Filo’s Beach Bar & Grill”. There was nothing “beach” about the place’; it was basically just a townie bar with a fancy name. Commercially, Florida loves to milk the tropical theme for all it’s worth. For example, you don’t just rent a scooter, you rent a “Sunset” Scooter. Funny sidebar on the Sunset Scooter place, it provided us with the most Florida of all Florida moments on the trip. On a sign in front of the place it says “DUI scooters”, because apparently they are electric and thus don’t require a license, so if you’ve been busted recently for driving under the influence, you can still legally drive a Sunset Scooter. Ha, so Florida.

Saturday was another sunny, sweltering day, the majority of which was spent trying to consume as many beachside Dark Rum Pina Coladas as possible while flirting with our hot blonde bartender, Stacy. Florida has so many blonde bartenders I’m convinced when you finish bartender school down there, at the graduation they grab you by the ankles and dip you into a vat of hydrogen peroxide. Nonetheless, Stacy was extremely cool and made drinks twice as strong as anything you will get in Boston. One of the many things about the sunshine state I will miss.

Saturday night wrapped up early as we had to wake up at 6am for an early flight. Unfortunately, nobody told the band about my early flight and since my hotel room faced the outdoor nightclub I wasn’t getting any sleep before 2am. If anybody ever again tells me that James Brown was the hardest working man in show business I will laugh at them. The band at Shephard’s must have played a 12-hour set every day we were there. I think I heard Tom Petty’s ‘American Girl’ roughly 25 times in three days.

As the band roars on and the night winds down I see what cable has to offer and discover that Florida has what appears to be a 24-hour NASA channel, presumably to celebrate the presence of Cape Canaveral, NASA’s launch complex located in Brevard County. At night the channel has a constant image of the earth from outer space. It’s kind of cool but soon I am bored, go channel surfing and stumble across an infomercial more miraculous than any trip to the moon. It is an ad for some kind of miracle skin cream being pumped up by former S.I. swimsuit cover model, Christie Brinkley. This is 63-year-old Brinkley in the commercial:

Damn, she looks good. That’s amazing. She instantly passes Tom Brady on the list of people that are doing things at a certain age that human beings are not supposed to do. In this case, her thing is looking ridiculously hot. When she walks into the Bingo parlor the other women must seethe with jealousy. I immediately start to think of what my grandmother looked like at that age. It’s a side-by-side comparison that would not have ended favorably for grandma.

What better way to end a travel log to Florida than with a hot blonde made famous by her ability to wear a bikini better than anybody else on the planet. So goodbye Tampa (and Clearwater). While we won’t miss your traffic, humidity, overrated “resorts” and bad parents; we will miss your hot women, stiff drinks, sexy sports bars and endless array of warm ocean and sunshine. So enjoy your DUI Scooters and your last place football team, maybe we’ll come back for a visit when you guys have another championship contender - I’m thinking sometime around 2030.

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