Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Creepy Bridal Mannequin Rumored to be Corpse

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Oh, Facebook.  You do share some good ones.  Now I'm completely creeped out by this story from Examiner.com via Roadtrippers.com about a folk-legend surrounding this bridal shop mannequin - she's really a corpse.

The Dia de los Muertos Bride from every nightmare I've ever had...

In Chihauhau, Mexico, sits a little bridal shop call La Popular where the same mannequin has modeled wedding gowns for the past 75 years.  They call her Pasqualita, and only a few select employees are allowed to dress her, and only in secrecy.  No one else is allowed to touch her.

What makes the mannequin so suspect is the extreme details of her face and hands.  Seriously, the hands creeped me out completely because I've never in my life seen life-like nail beds (yellowing), and fingers (turning black) on detailed hands anywhere except..well, on actual humans.  (See all images on Roadtrippers.com)

Now, some argue that it couldn't be a corpse because decomposition would render it skeletal and all way back when.  I would normally agree with this except there have been documented cases of people keeping the corpses of their loved ones inside the home where they bathe them daily and drench them with chemicals to kill any decomposers on the body that would eat the flesh and marrow, eyes and skin, etc.  And that's just in third world countries.  With embalming the insides, and maybe dipping in wax and using shellack on the outside along with doll parts like those weird eye contacts some people wear to look like dolls, and lots of makeup...well.  Could be that the story is true, and Pasqualita is the deceased daughter of the original shop owner who died on her wedding day from the bite of a black widow spider.  Or some random dead chick. 

One of the employees said the mannequin even has varicose veins.  Now, I'm no expert on making mannequins, but I'm pretty sure that's not a detail any retail doll needs to have.  Reports of paranormal activity come hand-in-hand with the mannequin to include that she changes positions on her own which is noted when employees come in to work the next day.  So, will I be traveling down to Chihauhua anytime soon to purchase a cursed wedding gown recently worn by a dead body?  Uh...no.  No, sir, I will not.  

Monday, July 14, 2014

Obama shares laugh with gay BBQ cashier

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Who says our president doesn't have an awesome sense of humor?  Not only that, but a real appreciation for everyday working class Americans, AND true support for LGBT folks. 

Reported by the Huffington Post (original story in The Austin Chronicle), while visiting Austin, Texas (my home state and forty-five minutes north of mi casa), President Obama made an unofficial stop into Franklin Barbecue where he purchased over $300 worth of food not only for him and his crew, but also for the people in line behind him. 

The lucky dude at the register that day was a part-time comedian named Daniel Rugg Webb who, being totally himself (and excited to be meeting the president), said:

As the president approached, Webb threw his hand down and slapped the counter dramatically. "Equal rights for gay people!"
"Are you gay?" the president asked.
"Only when I have sex," [Webb said.]
"That's when he laughed and said, 'Bump me,'" Webb says.

We have some really ugly people in the world blocking legislation that would benefit everyone, shoving guns at and spitting in the faces of immigrant children, calling for more spending on war and none for road and bridge repairs or food for the poor....and they seem to get all the media attention. So it's pretty awesome when we're reminded that underneath it all, we're all the same.  It's great when we can share a joke and some BBQ, and instead of being the POTUS and a cashier/comedian, we're just two guys having a laugh.  

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

A Human Awakening...

Read this and thought, "That's it!  That's exactly it!"  This meme sums up best how I feel we should view life.  So going a little deep with you tonight and leaving you with this thought to chew on. 

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

What do you mean we're out of toilet paper?

What? Not Toilet Paper?

Being from a Westernized country, I am born and bred to the usage of toilet paper for all my bathroom needs. However, it has recently been brought to my attention that in many places around the world, toilet paper is not used! Quoi? Then how, may I ask, is the business of cleaning up performed? Please tell me it's not the three seashells offered as the eco-friendly alternative in Sylvester Stallone's bomb, Demolition Man...(for which, I believe, we never actually got the explanation of how they are used!)

My curiosity got the better of me, and I started doing a little research on the topic. Here is what I found.

In Asia (India), it is common to wash with soap and water after doing the do. Toilet paper is not used here accept by westerners visiting the country. No mention on whether a wash rag is used or if it is all done by hand. Well, that certainly sounds cleaner than simply wiping it away with paper alone. I imagine one would feel completely refreshed after this anal mini-bath.

In olden times, long before the invention of toilet paper, people used grass or leaves to wipe away the grime of the day. Hmmn...it's bio-degradable! Some used the shells from mussels! Greeks used stones. Stones? I wonder if they warmed them first as in modern day Hot Stone massage. I'm experiencing defensive clenching just thinking about that. The Romans used sticks with sponges on the end tht they kept (when not in use) in a bucket of salt water (did they clean the water?) But wait! It gets worse. In South America, there are tribes of native people who live so far from a town that they use corn cobs to wipe! I don't know about you, but that sounds like medieval punishment or some form of torture from the Spanish Inquisition.

Wanna know how the West was won? By dirty cowboys who used good literature to wipe their derrieres. They weren't carrying that copy of the Bible to read! Heck, most of them couldn't read anyway. No, son; they were using the good book for the sole purpose of cleanliness. It's next to Godliness, after all.

In the 1890's, Americans got there first gander at perforated toilet paper thanks to the Scott Company. They wanted to use it also as a way to advertise by printing ads on the sheets. I actually think this would be a good idea today. Let's face it, many trees are wasted on numerous paper ads every year. Why not combine reading in the john with smart advertising? I say instead of all those hopeful political candidates over-stuffing our mail boxes with crap ads that we just throw away anyway, they should rent space on toilet paper sheets where we can read, do the do, and wipe away the do with the ad once reading and bathroom time is over. Message received and paper is now flushed away to a sewage recycling center. That is my Green idea for the day!

In Muslim countries, they wipe with their left hand (just the hand, mind you) and then wash that hand, hence the practice of only offering the right hand in greeting. Well! I should hope so! Then there are the French, who invented the bidet (pronounced ba-day). It looks like a toilet without a seat, and has a little water fountain in the middle that shoots warm water up in the air. I suppose that could be very Fueng Sui having a water feature in your bathroom. Does it attract good vibes? Anyway, you straddle the bidet in a semi-squat, and let it wash your arse clean. Saves paper, but wastes water. Go figure. Still, it's much better than using your own hand. I may never be the same after this.

I understand that Eskimos use snow. Talk about a pucker! I suppose that would be a clean, sanitary, and bacteria killing way to use nature's own little shaved ice. It's like a Raspa for your culo! However, I don't even like a cold toilet seat when I sit down much less slapping a handful of snow on my bum.

I guess you could say that after doing a little research, I'm darn happy to be an American. I like my toilet paper combined with a nice, clean-smelling, baby wipe (you know, the Cottonelle for adults?) I'm even all for recycling as long as my Charmin never runs out on the shelf of my local grocer! So the next time you find yourself having that private moment in the loo, offer up a little thank you to the inventors of toilet paper (which began in 14th century China. Dang! They own everything.). Still and all, it may very well be the best invention since sliced bread! (Which is probably used in lieu of TP by some remote corner of the world somewhere that we've never heard of.)

Indie Film Packs a Big Punch with All-star Supporting Cast

Movie Poster Three Holes, Two Brads, and a Smoking Gun/Imdb
Michele E. Gwynn
Author/Contributing Writer

In most films, the biggest names on the marquee are the stars of that movie with supporting cast rounded out with lesser known actors. This is not the case with Indie film 'Three Holes, Two Brads, and a Smoking Gun' shot in New York City and directed by Hilarion Banks.

The supporting cast for this $750,000 estimated budget film carried the weight of experience beginning with the character of Bobby Blue Day played by James Wilder (Melrose Place), and kept getting bigger and better beyond with international actors Rudolf Martin (NCIS, 24, Swordfish), Joaquim de Almeida (Clear and Present Danger, Desperado), Howard McNair (Dead of Night), and Richard Edson (Stranger than Paradise, Platoon).

The script, written by veteran writer Scott Fivelson, takes viewers to the dark side of human nature as a student and his screenwriting instructor play a deadly game of verbal chess trying to gain exclusive rights to a script submitted by the student - arguably the best script ever written. The plot thickens as clues reveal he may not be the actual author, and as the drama unfolds, the body count climbs. In between, Hollywood heavyweights lend their talents to helping the storyline evolve. It's these cameo appearances that add flavor to the film.

Rudolf Martin is no stranger to unusual characters and adds his own cache to the role of a hemophiliac 'Junkie' that's a bit of a smart-Alec. "I didn't want to play a stereotype. I always like casting against type, it brings a whole new dimension to the supporting characters. Scott and I tweaked the dialog of the scene together over the phone. He had it originally written as a real New York character and we mainly wanted to change the wording, per my request. But it's still all his writing, zingers and all."

Handsome bad guy extraordinaire, Joaquim de Almeida, stood out in his supporting role as Joey the Junkman. As is expected from de Almeida, we perceive two messages in his acting; the spoken words, and the deadly message in his eyes. ""After I played dangerous guys in Desperado and Clear and Present Danger, I have since been perceived as one that plays them well. The secret to making them likable is to understand that they are human and therefore vulnerable. Showing their vulnerability adds complexity to the character."

De Almeida shares that he has known Fivelson for quite a while and likes the complex characters that he creates adding that his dialogue is "clever and well written."

The instant connection between the character of Jack Ariamehr played by newcomer Zuher Khan, and Joey is one of recognition between one killer and another. "Joey the junkman lives in his world and he tries to give this young fellow some advice telling him at the same time "don't mess with me."
De Almeida just finished working on Atlas Shrugged - Who's John Galt, and will be working on an Indie in Canada, "A date with Miss Fortune", before going on to France for another project.

Bringing some quirk and dark comedy to the otherwise somber mood, veteran actor (and musician) Richard Edson offers true New York casting to the role of a California Assistant District Attorney; Sam Dunkim. As with all Edson's characters, much can be seen going on inside his head even when the words he's speaking seem to contradict his expressions.

"I think more than anything, I just like to bring parts of myself to whatever role. I like to pick certain parts of myself and then eliminate other parts of myself" says Edson. He says that helps define a character in a usable way. When asked how he manages to add visible internal dialogue to his characters, Edson says "You know, I think it partly has a lot to do with being raised by a narcissistic mother so that you're always in your own little world conspiring with yourself to navigate your way through the world. …I'm only half kidding."

Being able to seem both in the moment and yet distant provides "a kind of tension, a good tension" to his roles. "It works!" Such was the quirky nature of Sam in Three Holes as he presented himself in a serious capacity as Assistant District Attorney while carefully working an ulterior motive to divest Bobby Blue Day of his rights to the script after Day was arrested for suspicion of murder.

As Edson points out, the ability of a seasoned character actor to portray such inner thoughts and inner dialogue is the ability to allow the audience to "watch somebody's intelligence at work. It's not necessarily a big intelligence or a huge intelligence, it's just that you're allowing that process to be seen."

Between Martin, de Almeida, Edson, Wilder, and McNair, there's a veritable buffet of talent to gorge upon as the audience is taken from one scene to the next. By twists and turns, Three Holes… is dramatic, suspenseful, and darkly comedic thanks to excellent writing, great direction, and amazing supporting cast.