Showing posts with label seashells. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seashells. Show all posts

Saturday, September 18, 2010

More Flea Market Photos

Not your normal rabbit holding a carrot. My precious.



World's crappiest tourist trap souvenir. Poorly spray painted star fish exoskeleton, glued down plastic flamingo and palm tree, and shellacked sea shells all embedded in some color swirled sandy resin base. Really, who bought this the first time?

Does it remind you of the beach or some dust collecting crap where spiders live?


Five dollar freaking scary doll. Hair plugs and Jack Nicholson eyebrows; all she's missing is an axe and the reek of booze.

Lloyd: What will you be drinking, sir?

Jack Torrance: Hair of the dog that bit me, Lloyd.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

How to Use the Three Seashells

Let me preface this by saying I like a lot of movies that others seem to consider bad. Particularly I like Sci Fi, and I like dystopias. I sometimes try to justify my opinion, this time I won't.
I like Demolition Man. I don't like most of Stallone's or Snipes' movies, but this one gets me. I like the dystopia future of San Angles, and the writing is good and humorous.

One of the dialogue jokes in the movie is the mysterious replacement of toilet paper in the bathroom by the use of 3 seashells. The answer is never revealed in the movie. i-Mockery.com seems to have found the missing instruction poster.
How to use the Three Seashells!