I normally do not comment on the pictures for this project because I honestly don’t know a ton about them and frequently I’m not even sure who is even in the pictures. However, I will break with this tradition this week because for the first time in this project I have stumbled across a picture of me. This picture of me is very damaging to my current persona for people who don’t know about the mistakes of my youth.
For those of you that don’t know, when I was a child I was victimized by a brilliant propaganda poster. The strength of this propaganda was so strong that it took several years before I was able to break free of its grasp. I recently re-discovered the propaganda poster while I was downsizing. Although it is in terrible shape, I am planning on framing it and hanging it in the guest bedroom.
The poster that is hanging up is not the propaganda poster that lead me down the wrong path in my youth.
I don’t know why I had that stupid cat picture hanging up. Be assured that I will never have a cat picture hanging up in my current abode.
Yes, those are roses on the wall paper. I’ve told the story about how rough my childhood was before. Roses on my wallpaper was just a small part of it.
I still own that dogs playing poker tapestry. I should hang that up again at some point in the future.
I believe that you should display the teacups like that at your house. I also believe that not all pictures of cats are stupid. And Franklin would be honored to have his picture (taken by you, of course) hung on your wall.
That picture of my dad with the sculpture was taken in our kitchen when we lived on West 15th Street. That sculpture is still sitting in my mom’s basement. I should dust that thing out and put it on display again. Might look pretty sweet in my living room.
I would display the tea cups, but I can’t think of a way of doing it. I can’t run them over the sink like that because I don’t want to block off my window. I probably should display a couple of the more “choice” pieces on top of the buffet table.
I’ll do that if I ever get disciplined enough to start working on framing projects in the office instead of on the dining room table.
I don’t know that I believe that all cat pictures are stupid, but even cat pictures taken by me are not likely to be displayed in my house.
However, when I get this hedge project finished and a fence built and a dog purchased. As long as that dog is worth it. (Believe me, as much as this hedge project has sucked, this dog has its work cut out for it to be considered “worth it”.) A dog might make the Friend Wall.
Although, The Friend Wall might be going bye-bye in the next year or so.
If I remember correctly, Franklin made a calendar. That should be honor enough for him to last a lifetime.
I’m trying to guess at what the propaganda poster is. Maybe a Michael Jordan poster?
I fear the “Martian Death Cold” is getting to your faculties.
I’ll just tell the story, so you can devote all of your energy towards Tuesday.
No it wasn’t a Michael Jordan poster. In the picture that is embarrassing I am wearing an Iowa Hawkeye hat and I am pointing to it with one hand and indicating that the Hawkeyes are “#1” with the other hand.
There was a propaganda poster that came out when I was 5 years old that made me an Iowa fan for the greater part of my youth.
As you know, I have always had a huge soft spot for monster movies. To this day, one of my all-time favorite movies is the 1933 version of King Kong. I own almost all of the “classic” Godzilla movies. One of my favorite shows of all-time is the original “The Outer Limits”. I have a Godzilla toy (wearing a scarf knitted by Olivia) next to my tv in my living room. The pictures that the Boone County Fair equated to moldy jam were pictures done in Photoshop of that Godzilla toy.
I can’t get enough of movies like Jaw, Alligator, The Swarm and Them. You borderline starred in a poorly written movie for a subdependent studio that I named after a terrible 1950s science fiction movie, Robot Monster Bros.
One of the highlights of my trip to Minnesota next weekend is getting to see a midnight showing of Troll 2. A movie that is widely considered to be the worst movie ever made, but I have my doubts it can take down Plan 9 from Outer Space in my eyes.
These are the type of things that float appeal to my personal guilty pleasure taste and sense of humor.
When Iowa made it to the Rose Bowl in 1980 they played Washington. The Des Moines Register released a poster of a giant Herky stomping through Seattle.
I was powerless against this piece of propaganda.
When I get this poster framed, I will post a picture of it so that you can witness it power for yourself.
I honestly figured the Hawk hat was a joke – I have to admit, the Martians have my brain right now, so I’ll take that as an excuse. 🙂 Ah, yes, Quietus – I always wondered from where the name of the studio came. Did you only have the hat, or did you wear other paraphernalia from the university to the east? I hope it wasn’t much more far-reaching…
I would love to see the power of this picture. It sounds like I may need to take the time until I see it to steel myself against its power, so I do appreciate the fair warning.
If you look behind me, there is another Iowa poster on the wall that was another poster that the Des Moines Register also put out.
On the poster is the front page of The Big Peach for every week of Iowa’s season. Perhaps you don’t remember The Big Peach, but The Big Peach was one of the greatest inventions ever.
Back before Gannett bought The Des Moines Register and turned it into a dumbed down news source, (like all of their other newspapers, but not quite as dumb as The USA Today) the sports Sunday sports page was peach colored, so you didn’t have to look through the other sections of the newspaper to find the Sports section. You just found the peach section and pulled it out.
They got rid of The Big Peach so that they could run color photographs.
Also next to the poster is a bumper sticker for Iowa’s appearance in the Peach Bowl.
I did own quite a few Iowa artifacts in my day.
I don’t think that you will need to steel your resolve too much against this piece of propaganda. I know your taste is also eclectic, but not quite eclectic in the same vein as mine.
Herky is not carrying a piece of toast or smashing a drum set like Keith Moon.
That makes me wonder: Does the use of The Who songs as theme music make you susceptible to that collection of dreadful CBS crime dramas?
Robot Monster Bros. was a tribute to the movie Robot Monster. Still my all-time favorite bad movie.
The Robot Monster was a guy in a gorilla suit wearing a diving bell helmet with a television antenna on the top.
He asked the question I ask myself every day:
“I cannot – yet I must. How do you calculate that? At what point on the graph do “must” and “cannot” meet? Yet I must – but I cannot!?”