From Frank J. Fleming (another longtime Intarwebz buddy*):
Sadly, he doesn’t do much at IMAO anymore, focusing on fun stuff there while saving his unfair, unbalanced and unmedicated commentary instead for Twatter.
*Back in the day, I even had the T-shirt:
Monaco (taken from Former Drummer Knob’s apartment balcony)
To hail the return of the 007 catalog of films, Amazon put out a graphic featuring a thumbnail image of every Bond film and the actor starring in them. But some fans noticed that there is something off about some of the photos.
It turns out that a few of the photos originally showed the actor holding his trusty semi-automatic pistol or some other firearm in his hand, but in the Amazon poster, the guns have been removed from the image, leaving 007’s hand posed in an odd position. Or in some cases, such as in the image for Spectre, Amazon just cropped the pistol out of the photo entirely.
I’m just amazed they didn’t likewise pussify the 007 logo:
Coming up in future 007 movies: lesbian Jane Bond (license to whine); Muslim Jamaal Bond (“ginger ale, Canada Dry, no ice”); and trannie Jo Bond (license to offend). You heard it here first.
I wish I was joking, but in today’s world…
And here, for us trad Bond fans, the heritage posters of Bond showing not the slightest hint of trigger discipline:
Or, if not actually holding a gun, the pic cropped to suggest he might be fingering Ursula Andres (giving a whole new slant to the term “keeping your booger hook off the bang switch”):
Even ol’ Pierce Brosnan got in on the act:
Glorious.
Oh, and about the Amazon twerps who decided on the no-gun thing: whoever came up with the idea should be laughed out of their jobs.
Update: Oh hahahahaha… it appears that the gun-free posters have been removed, no doubt in response to comments like mine.
When you hear news like this, you just know it’s going to have a happy ending:
“10-4 units responding to the burglary in progress, 22nd Avenue caller now advising it was a black male wearing a white shirt armed with a firearm. The caller now advises she has shot that male; he is currently laying on the ground.”
Ignoring the grammar — it’s “lying”, not “laying” — the rest of the story appears to be that a choirboy broke into an Alabama woman’s house armed with a gun, only to discover that said Heroine was likewise armed and quite prepared to defend herself. Which she did, to his detriment.
Of course, the choirboy was just some innocent kid — not.
Morgan County Coroner Jeff Chunn identified the male as 46-year-old Narado Brinkley, and WZDX said his criminal past includes drug and burglary convictions.
State records show Brinkley served time for offenses, including first-degree robbery, third-degree burglary, possession of a pistol by a convicted felon, and distribution of a controlled substance, WZDX noted.
His records also indicate multiple probation violations, and he most recently served five months after a 2023 conviction on drug and burglary counts, WZDX added.
So maybe not some pore lil’ choirboy, but a total asshole not worthy of any sympathy whatsoever.
There should be some reward — I mean actual money — offered to people who end up ridding society of such scum. Feel free to disagree with me, but you’d be wrong.
I was never that much into the venerated AC Cobra myself, because like meeting your heroes, it’s one of those things best worshipped from afar. In other words, the reality of driving a Cobra is, well, a little terrible. It’s unbelievably loud, the ride is harsh beyond description, and the creature comforts of the cockpit… well, there aren’t any.
Not my cup of tea, in other words. If I wanted all the above (minus the overpowering roar from the overpowered engine), I’d just get a Lotus 7 / Caterham.
Well, until now. There’s this bunch of guys who make AC Cobra replicas, and they seem to check off quite a few boxes. Witness this beauty:
It has heated seats, FFS. [sound of Carroll Shelby’s corpse hitting 12,000rpm]
But for those who think this vision has somehow become pussified, fear not:
That’s a Roush 427R V8, producing 550 horsepower — and even better, it has a TKX 5-speed manual transmission.
(Be still, my over-stimulated heart… okay, groin.)
I’ve never been tempted to drive an AC Cobra on one of my demented long-distance road trips (e.g. here, here and here) because unless there were massages delivered to my aching back every hundred or so miles by beautiful maidens of the Orient, it would just be too damn painful. But in one of these? I might be tempted.
“But what about luggage, Kim?”
Oh yeah, that little detail:
I know that the prices of cars nowadays are too stratospheric, and the cars themselves are too gadget-ridden and wind-tunnel anonymized in terms of styling and they’re, well, just pussified.
But for just over $100k, I’m not sure you’d find something as red-blooded and… satisfying as this lovely thing.
If I’m going to risk being labeled a total pussy, though, I’d ask the guys at Backdraft Racing to fashion me a soft top against the rain because frankly, at my age I wouldn’t want to risk pneumonia. Other than that: vroom-vroom.
I see that metal band Cradle Of Filth recently lost their keyboards player, Zoe-Marie Federoff.
“Who they, and who she, Kim?”
Not too long ago, Zoe-Marie married the Cradle’s guitarist:
Apparently, she quit the band in a huff because they were planning a collaboration with… Ed Sheeran.
Ummm okay, I can kinda see her point.