Let’s hear it for the 1960s, and models like Hungarian beauty Zsusa Vellai:








Let’s hear it for the 1960s, and models like Hungarian beauty Zsusa Vellai:








I see with some sadness that Christina Applegate is having some serious health problems, notably with multiple sclerosis.
Courage, me old darling. To me, and to many others, you will always be Kelly Bundy.





And your show was, and still is, one of the best sitcoms ever to appear on TV.







Bonus points for guessing which country they all come from (no Googlecheating).
This little promo caught my attention:
Forget Vienna and Salzburg, there’s another Austrian city that is proving the perfect weekend destination, with a fabulous food culture, gorgeous green spaces and even a friendly alien.
Unlike its imperial sisters, Graz has long flown under the radar, despite being Austria’s second largest city. It’s hard to understand why. A historic beauty, Graz boasts the remnants of a medieval hilltop castle, prettily situated among the old baroque houses, church spires, and gabled roofs, and surrounded by wooded mountains.
So far, so good. I’ve always wanted to go to Graz, having already visited Vienna (several times), Salzburg, Linz and the gorgeous Innsbruck. Austria is one of my favorite countries on the planet and frankly, if someone were to point a gun at my head and say, “You have to leave the U.S. and live in a furrin country”, Austria would be pretty much at the top of the list.
All the more so when you see pictures like these:

Hubba hubba, book that tick– wait a minute, what?

JHC, what is the matter with these people? I thought the Parisians were crazy, what with the I.M. Pei pyramid and the godawful Pompidou Centre; but Paris is a huge city and you can hide all sorts of awfulness away there.
But Graz is tiny (relatively speaking), so plonking those “friendly alien” (my ass) structures into so small an area is just some architectural vandal stabbing a middle finger right into your eye. That gorgeous bucolic river view assaulted by that horrifying glass worm of a bridge: it’s like finding a festering carbuncle on Scarlett Johannson’s nose.
I still want to go to Graz, of course, but just a little less so now.
From Wikipedia: “Olive Ann Alcorn was
Oh.
Okay, then…






…and that’s it. Of course, we all know that Wikipedia often lies; and this would appear to be one of those times.
That, or her Mafia boyfriend* had them all destroyed.
Sorry about that.
*I have no idea if she had a Mafia boyfriend.
Change of policy announcement.
Rather than finding some media slag and posting several pictures of her, I’ll only be featuring random nameless women (e.g. girls next door, women in the street, at parties, in cars, etc.)
Here’s the first installment of such:





