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A triple posting about boobs calls for the Total Recall homage!
 

 
And an interesting story about the actress Lycia Naff who was in that scene.

What changed it - in my opinion - was the Assault Weapon Ban of the 1990s and subsequent anti-assault weapon legislation. Suddenly firearms that really had no real purpose and that serious gun owners really wouldn't buy other than just to stick in the safe were must have because you couldn't get them.
 
A similar phenomenon happened with Twinkies. Nobody was eating them anymore because they were unhealthy and - let's face it - gross to anyone with a palate more advanced than a teenager and Hostess was going out of business because of it. There was also some BS about Union workers wanting more money which brought in conservative talk radio hosts spouting bullshit and so forth. The upshot was that everyone had to buy Twinkies before they were gone for good.
 
Back to assault weapons, by trying to ban assault weapons using ambiguous language created a different market for those weapons. Gun makers found out that they no longer needed to make carbon copies of the M16 that the military was using and instead made them more modular to get around the bans.
 
Here's me being a conspiracy theorist. A more cunning aspect of the black gun craze is that scary looking ARs and scary looking polymer handguns are dirt cheap to make (I would wager) compared to more traditional weapons.
 
Never forget that gun makers are also out to make a buck. And if you can get people to fork over more money for a product that is less expensive to build than that is a good thing. For the gun maker.

I think that a huge number of silenced black rifles isn't a particularly good look to put forward for people who go that's what commandos and stuff carry, right? For the knowledgeable outsiders who don't automatically axiomatically treat gun ownership as an end in and of itself stuff like children who are young enough to be treated with severe distrust unless they're carrying baby's first sporting rifle with a responsible adult on hand and definitely someone letting them hold a cocked handgun for a picture where it doesn't need to be cocked doesn't help the image that the gun community puts forward that they have a universal safety culture and that there aren't people doing irresponsible things with guns.
 
Long ugly sentence but I think it parses and I can't figure out how to cut it down without gutting it.

A triple posting about boobs calls for the Total Recall homage!
 

 
And an interesting story about the actress Lycia Naff who was in that scene.

A triple posting about boobs calls for the Total Recall homage!
 

 
And an interesting story about the actress Lycia Naff who was in that scene.

How are douchebags like John Oliver still a thing?

I have the newest copy of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition in my possession. It's nice that magazine companies still send my wife's dad free magazine subscriptions, even though it has been close to a decade since he retired from being a doctor.
 
Like everything, the Internet has ruined all that is sacred and pure.
 
Once upon a time, all I'd need was Elle MacPherson or Kathy Ireland staring seductively from the cover to sate all of my rampant teenage hormonal desires. It didn't matter that MacPherson had a one-piece suit. It was the imagination of what lay beneath which is what made them wonderful.
 
Now you can find any sort of genre of porn or stolen celebrity pictures you can imagine. I don't know if you can get Elle MacPherson but you can watch her sister getting nailed which - in my trailer park - is the next best thing.
 
So this season's issue has the standard array of air brushing beauties prancing and spreading across a standard array of beaches, National Parks and Americana pop culture settings. The body paint edition is more interesting in the fact that the paint does look like actual swimsuits rather than the knowledge that the models are actually naked.
 
There are plenty of nipples to be found, covered in sand or see-through fabric. One suspects that it is only a few years off that the entire female anatomy will be put on display. After that it is only logical that the male anatomy will be introduced to the female anatomy in the photographic form for these annual magazine shoots.

For modern popular music, I really, really dig Bruno Mars and his recent collaboration with Mark Ronson. I only began paying attention to Mars last year after I found that he was headlining the Super Bowl Halftime Show (Go Hawks) and was suitably impressed with his retro sound and James Brown-like performance. I dig MoTown and Funk, having spent hours of my youth listening to used vinyls that my dad bought and resold in his junk business. I long for the days when African Americans artists produced innovative music with a big sound like the Temptations, Earth Wind and Fire or The Supremes.
 
Now Mars and Crew haven't reached those lofty heights yet but I'm more than happy to support musicians who can actually play an instrument and lay down a funky beat without having to sample other musicians or bray into an Auto-Tune.
 

 
If it takes a Puerto Rican/Filipino/Ashkenazi Jew and an Englishman who can lay down a slick tune like this when contemporary artists are producing lyrics like "eenie meenie, minie moe, I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes" the so be it. I look forward to a future where rap is regarded as an embarrassing epoch in American culture.

I look forward to the day when Rap dies/has become completely appropriated by suburban white kids and the glory that is Funk is reborn. 
 

Ferrets have multiple sets of glands, both fore and aft. The aft ones are the only ones that get removed commercially. If you don't wash a ferret, even with its anal glands taken out, it will stink to high heaven.
You need the proper Youtube link; you've got the abbreviated one. 
 

I'm not certain about that de-scenting bit. I've met some stinky ferrets and stinky ferret owners.
 
What I AM certain of is my affection for the 1982 family classic The Beastmaster, starring Kodo and Podo.
 
https://youtu.be/F461FINv3DU
 
(Also, I'm not sure why the YouTube embedding no longer works cause I'm as bright as Dar in that movie...)

I think "The General" is still a funny film, as long as you are in the mood for something with no sound.  
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncapCvkPgVw

Everyone.

My wife and her entire family are huge Terry Pratchett fans. I've read and very much enjoyed his books myself.
 
Quick story since I have to run to pick up a load of cured horse manure - for schnerious - a year or so ago we found out Pratchett was coming to Seattle on one of his tours. And by "found out" I was reading the blog of our city's OTHER alt newspaper and found out about his appearance at Town Hall less than an hour before the event. It was one of those times where we could have talked ourselves out of going since it meant dressing up, driving 45 minutes into Seattle, finding a place to park and hoping there were tickets still left.
 
Rather than making excuses, I asked the (fiancee) "Terry Pratchett's in town. Want to go? We have to leave in less than five minutes."
 
Shannon had missed out on a pair of previous opportunities to see him speak and said simply. "Let's Go".
 
Fortunately, there was no traffic, we found a place to park less than a block away (that being the true miracle), talked our way into getting in and were only fifteen minutes into the show. It was one of the events that was more memorable for Shannon which was good enough for me. The best was the Question and Answer period where one of the audience members actually asked a decent one, whether Terry Pratchett thought that Lord Vetinari or Granny Weatherwax would win a game of chess. And you could tell it was a question that had not been asked of him a thousand previous times and he was actually stumped. You could tell he was mentally writing down the notes "to use for later".

Wholesale killing of Russians is silly since we need to keep some to work the wheat fields and be used as mail order brides....
I mean...
How Terrible!

I seem to have missed the Tattooed Teenage Alien Fighters From Beverly Hills when it first aired. Although by then my folks had moved us to a rural locale that didn't have cable television.
 
Besides, when it came to camp 1990s television series with improbably long names, my tastes were more along the lines of The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.
 

How else was I suppose to get you to post in this thread? I don't know who she is, but she apparently was somehow involved with a FSW version of the F-16 which is pretty hot.
 
Spanwise airflow patterns on a FSW Mig-23 model. 

Oh yeah, I can see Gwar doing a really superb live show.
 
Out of respect for the next artist's litigious tendencies towards youtube videos, I will not be posting any audio/visual material.
 
In the 1970s there was a terrible threat to civilization and apple pie and freedom and life itself.  No, I'm not talking about punk rock or disco or Jimmy Carter's presidency, although those were all terrible mistakes.  I am of course referring to that great rainbow scourge, the gays.
 
The 1969 Stonewall riots began the campaign of gay imperialism.  Things that had been safely heterosexual suddenly, overnight, became gay.  The color purple.  The word "gay."  Song and dance numbers.  Nazi uniforms.  Tight pants.  Dressing well.  Reading books.
 
By the end of the decade, only men with disgusting walrus mustaches, poor personal hygiene and no words in their vocabulary over four syllables long were safely straight, and the gays were coming for the mustaches too.  Breeders were in retreat, and given that the gays had claimed grooming as part of their lebensraum, attracting a mate was getting pretty difficult.  The entire globe would be partitioned between celibate, culture-less morlocks and an expanding army of flouncing, hard-bodied interior decorators.  This is how the world ends; not with a bang, but a... a sound that is like a whimper, but gayer.
 
But then in the 1980s, God stopped the gays in their tracks.  The Moral Majority interpreted AIDS as God's judgment against the gays, but you shouldn't listen to them because they're retarded.  God's instrument against the gays in the 1980s was Prince.
 
Yes; Prince, who's early hits included "1999" and "Little Red Corvette," was in fact the defender of heterosexuality who allowed the next generation to be born (that generation would turn out to be the Millennials, but that's hardly his fault).  Yes, the man wore a lot of purple and lace, which at first glance seems dubious, but you've got to understand that he was making those things straight again.  Yes; Prince was the leader of the heterosexual reconquista.  Let that sink in; without Prince, straight people would have been wiped out by the mid 1990's.
 
Yes, the guy is a weirdo and a vegan, but I think that's entirely permissible in light of the fact that he saved humanity from extinction.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQ5KnAV9teU

Meh...
 
Planes. Planes. Planes. Planes.
 
Wait a tick...
 
 
 
 

 
Is that a redhead? Or a faded photo.
 
Doesn't matter to me.
 
Planes and redheads.
 
Don's interested is suddenly piqued.

My brother!
 
My parents also let me stay up for Magnum in elementary school! It was the only show I got to do that for. I watched it religiously. 
 
It holds up too, they play the uncut originals on Encore with no comercials, I been recording them and watching my favorites for months. 

Magnum PI was the best show of the 80s. FACT. 

So this is what happens when an assault rifle and a nightstick fall in love, mate and have children.

So let me guess. Jack Ryan goes back in time to stop a Russian nationalist from planting a nuclear device at the 1985 Geneva Summit, blowing up Ronald Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev. There he teams up with Captain Marko Ramius who was attached as a liaison for the Red Fleet.
 
And yes, god damnit, this plot works and will bring the series full circle and it makes more sense than Debt of Honor.

That certainly looks like a weapon that would be carried by an anonymous henchman standing around in the background of a super villain's top secret lair. It's the sort of gun that says "I'm wearing a bright blue contractors helmet and silver coveralls but I'm not supposed to look directly at the camera while I shuffle around in front of this forklift". It's the sort of gun that is so imposing, a guy with a toupee and tuxedo armed only with a .32 caliber pistol can shoot me from the distance of most cricket pitches while I spray the Spectre sub-machine gun futilely from the hip causing sparks to fly from the sheet metal siding the hero is hiding behind. It's the sort of weapon that the aforementioned hero wouldn't even deign to pick up as he escorts the buxom love interest through the hanger vault of the top secret lair while he attempts to track down the aforementioned super villain, before an elaborate countdown sequence blows up a recognizable World Heritage Site with a stolen nuclear device.
 
Cool find though!