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Showing posts with label Ah the memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ah the memories. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Fucking Cool

If you're a fan of photography - well, not really photography, more like neat-o pictures in general, do yourself a favor and take a look at these:
Captured: America in Color from 1939-1943
I was simply mesmerized for a solid 30 minutes.

There are some other links at the bottom of "From the Archive: American Cities Pre-1950" and "Captured: The Pacific and Adjacent Theaters in WWII".
I'm going to take a look at them as soon as I get a chance.


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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Bummer

As I mentioned in this post, I like watching the show and liked watching this dude on the show:
'Deadliest Catch' captain dies

Wed Feb 10, 1:51 am ET Sent 620 times

ANCHORAGE, Alaska - Phil Harris, the fishing boat captain whose adventures off the Alaska coast were captured on the television show "Deadliest Catch", has died, the Discovery Channel said Tuesday night. He was 53.
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Sorry to hear that.




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Thursday, July 09, 2009

BWAH!!!

I just stumbled across this picture:



Why do I giggle you ask? Because I used to have one. In fact, it was the fist vehicle I ever bought myself.

It was actually a 1961 model not 1964, but there weren't a lot of differences between it and this one.
The most obvious difference between mine and this one is mine didn't have the decorative stripe down the side. It was all solid color.
Same color of red, but with chrome rims, non-factory 304 V-8 under the console, 3-on-the-tree transmission, black tonneau cover, black velvet upholstery. It was a hoot to drive.
As you can see, there is no hood on front of the thing, so when you would pull up behind a car leaving the usual foot or so between your front end and their rear end, it would feel like you were about to drive right into their ass-end.
That was my favorite trick when I had passengers. It used to scare the hell out of them. Until they got used to it, they would always be trying to slam on the brakes on the passenger's side floorboard. Of course, there were no brake pedals there to slam.


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