Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill?
Good taste, apparently.
Another pure nugget from The Kingdom of Giggle has surfaced here from deep in the bowels of workdom. Reminds me of my uncle's houseboat in Sausalito called The Owl -- two parts Austin Powers, one part Ladies' Man -- which in the 70's was covered in brownish orange shag carpeting complete with sunken living room surrounded by an unrelenting army of potted ferns that grew out of knotted macrame hangers mounted to a beam across the ceiling. It's called the Owl because it is conspicuously shaped and painted like an Owl. You can see it for yourself if you ever hop over the bridge to Sausalito. God forgive me if he ever reads this blog post. Sorry, Skipper.
Adam has generously pointed me to the website for the book "Interior Desecrations", dedicated to all the horrible room decorations that we in our 30's remember from early childhood in the late 70s, interior decoration which later became fodder for many a bad acid trip later in life. Here is a tasty sample to whet your palette:
... This appears to be a work of art based on the butts of three shaved cats. Make that three spore-shedding shaved cats from the Tangerine Dimension. Remember, friends: always coordinate your gigantic, room-smothering wallcoverings with your napkin rings. People notice such things...
Check out the rest of the site...
Good taste, apparently.
Another pure nugget from The Kingdom of Giggle has surfaced here from deep in the bowels of workdom. Reminds me of my uncle's houseboat in Sausalito called The Owl -- two parts Austin Powers, one part Ladies' Man -- which in the 70's was covered in brownish orange shag carpeting complete with sunken living room surrounded by an unrelenting army of potted ferns that grew out of knotted macrame hangers mounted to a beam across the ceiling. It's called the Owl because it is conspicuously shaped and painted like an Owl. You can see it for yourself if you ever hop over the bridge to Sausalito. God forgive me if he ever reads this blog post. Sorry, Skipper.
Adam has generously pointed me to the website for the book "Interior Desecrations", dedicated to all the horrible room decorations that we in our 30's remember from early childhood in the late 70s, interior decoration which later became fodder for many a bad acid trip later in life. Here is a tasty sample to whet your palette:
... This appears to be a work of art based on the butts of three shaved cats. Make that three spore-shedding shaved cats from the Tangerine Dimension. Remember, friends: always coordinate your gigantic, room-smothering wallcoverings with your napkin rings. People notice such things...
Check out the rest of the site...
posted by cyclona23 at 6:25 PM
1 Comments:
i guess there are some advantages to not remembering anything till i was about 10 and really not much since then either...well my newfound pastime is looking at everything new and modern - tv, cars, people, whatever, and seeing them through the eyes of how they will look to me in 20 years when it will be like, old. its kinda disturbing, kinda refreshing. not sure really.
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