Having vanquished both the Kurgan and General Katana, Harrison Ford has absorbed the energy from the Quickening to finally become the Last Immortal. Thankfully he’s taking his many wives and daughters and returning to Zeist where he’ll never ever (fingers crossed) bother us again.
Baby, can you hear me now? The chains are locked and tied across the door. Baby, sing with me somehow. Blue, blue windows behind the stars. Yellow moon on the rise. Big birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us hapless, hapless, hapless.
Okay, so that’s a bastardization of a great Neil Young song, but I can’t help feeling that Robin Allen’s Hapland is located in north Ontario. In an area with dream comfort memory to spare.
I love games like this. You just keep clicking until you find the right combination that allows you to keep exploring. It’s like a visualization of all the interactive fiction computer games I used to play when I was younger, like Zork and Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
There are a bunch of great ones out there, like Jakub Dvorsky’s Samorost and The Polyphonic Spree’s Quest for the Rest, and also the stuff on Vector Park. But today I’m wasting my time on Hapland 3.
Feeling hapless, hapless, hapless.
Fat Albert: Okay. If you got a quarter in one pocket and forty cents in the other, what do you have?
Dumb Donald: Somebody else’s pants!
If you wanna have a good time with Fat Albert and all the gang, learning from each other while we do our thing, head on over to Sacks 10 for reader’s illustrations of the Cosby Kids.
Best to do it now, though, before Litigation Cosby gets a whiff of what’s going on over there.
I just stumbled across this incredible photoset on Flickr.
James J. Kriegsmann, Sr. was a gifted theatrical photographer who photographed big stars and, as this photoset shows, not-so-big stars.
My mission is to post some mp3s of at least one of these artists in the next year, so keep your eyes open when you got flea markets, swap meets, garage sales, and used record stores.
It’s Tony, and Bill, and Geezer, and Ozzy (and Dum Dum)…
It’s the Black Sabbath Show!
Ah-ha-ha.