my cathode youth vol. 5 1/2

My buddy Al Mundy's at it again. This time on a death flight where heedless scientists die on cue.

God, I totally remember seeing this as a kid.

John Colicos, whose misanthropic heavyosity has graced the likes of Star Trek and Battleship Galactica, comes on just a little lighter than usual to serve in the screenwriter's bully pulpit as a villain with a righteous cause.

Think of it as a kinda Malthusian/eco-terrorist rip of Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians.

framed by ruination

The ending scene of Andrei Tarkovsky's film, Nostalghia (courtesy lauraemarmor).

I doubt a spoiler alert is really necessary, tho' seeing the movie might lend meaning & context to the beauty being viewed.

ruins for all

Being a sap for things lost & overlooked, had to mention the wide wide world of abandoned stuff that Noise Is Information found: Artificial Owl.

Aside from a giant train station in Detroit, the acoustic mirrors of Denge UK and the massively labelscarred concrete saucer of Bulgaria are something to behold.

No doubt, there's more.

on the Moon since the '50s

Yet another favorite clip from Slacker.

a piece of your own death

One of my favorite characters from one of my favorite movies.

Warning: mature language, surliness, cigarette smoking, humor . . .

Tho' different in many ways, he brings to mind an old acquaintance.

my cathode youth vol. 5

Again with It Takes a Thief.

That old episode I remembered is now on Hulu. Marilyn McCoo and the whole damn 5th Dimension guest star.

Advice: beware of glass sculpture and duck behind the couch. Or that "One Less Bell to Answer" (with the tacked on space trumpet coda) will toll for thee . . .

Dedicated to an Al of my own acquaintance.

my cathode youth vol. 4 1/2

Again with a Night Gallery segment, this one featuring Zsa Zsa Gabor on the wrong side of a mirror.

my cathode youth vol. 4

Yet another Night Gallery segment I saw when I was young. This one with Sondra Locke very unwisely accessorizing.

Kinda ghoulish when seen back then, the big bad brooch seems implausible and funny. Now the creepier aspects lie in the psychology of the principal characters.

ye olde drug of choice

Dude, ice cream matters.

And those jonesing in a time years ago in the land of Hampton Roads could count on High's Ice Cream.

BrandlandUSA has a great ad for High's that harkens back.

Look at that quart of fudge ripple . . .

my cathode youth vol. 3

Above is something from Night Gallery that I saw as a young kid. Now it's seem esp. twisted, but back then I thought nothing of it.