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Star Wars Bikini Car Wash Company

I want to apologize in advance for this post. I am sorry. But a friend of mine emailed me these pictures and I just couldn’t resist.

This is the kind of post that you can only get away with late at night when the wife is out of town. 11pm is late when you get up every day at 5am.

In 1991 a film was released that, I’m pretty sure, went directly to late night Showtime and HBO. If you were a 13-year-old budding glob of testosterone and at a weekend slumber party, you would guzzle multiple liters of Mountain Dew in order to stay up and see it. By the time it came on, at 2 or 3 am or whatever, your mind would be a buzzing insect brain, keen only on survival and mating. Your eyes would be peeled and glued to the flickering tv set, dried out and sore from trying to decipher a boob out of the fuzzy Playboy channel.

But friend, you no longer needed primetime, obscured, boobs. It was now 3am and a true masterpiece of late-night, soft-core porn, was about to come on HBO…

Did it contain Language? yes.

Did it contain violence? not really.

Did it contain adult situations? Great googly-moogly, did it!

But, most importantly, the symbol we all were looking out for, like a bluetick hound on the trail of a wily raccoon, was this one:

SSC: Strong Sexual Content

It was this, at the beginning of an upcoming feature on late-night cable that let our inner ferret know that it had finally found what it was looking for.

And what was this thing we’d been looking forward to all night? This grand work of masterful cinema that we had been flooding our young bodies with caffeine for, turning our little hearts into flux capacitors?

What was this masterpiece of late night, soft core, cable perfection???

Bikini Car Wash Company!

Yes. This is/was a real movie. And yes, I have seen it multiple times. And no, I don’t remember if it has a plot or not.

I have no idea if these “Bikini Car Wash” companies still exist, or even if they ever existed. If they did exist, I have never seen one. I have a hunch that they are like some bachelor brigadoon… disappearing into the mist anytime you get too close.

I also do not care if Bikini Car Wash Company had a plot. The times when I have seen it, my mind was so ratcheted up on High Fructose Corn Syrup that every girl in the movie could have had a bit part in Total Recall.

Why do I bring up Bikini Car Wash Company, seemingly out of the blue?

Because yes, there is such a thing as a Bikini Car Wash Company. And not only do they wear bikinis, they wear Princess Leia Golden Goddam Bikinis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

(Before I get to the pics, I just want to point out that I have no frame of reference for these photos. No idea where they came from, or what the situation is behind them. I am assuming that they are from some charity event or something, but you never know. I like to believe that somewhere out there, even if it’s in another dimension, that a bunch of Leia clones are washing cars in their skivvies, while Vader and some Stormtroopers look on in rapt awe of her bodacious curvature.)

Car Wash: $10

Clearly, things is tough all over. The Empire has felt the recession also and has sent a squadron of Stormtroopers to start a charity car wash to raise money for a new Death Star. One without any tunnels into the absolute weakest point in its architecture. Boba Fett is there because he’s getting paid. Pimpin ain’t ever easy, but it’s especially hard during a recession.

the Clone Wars

Somehow these clones didn’t work out just right. Nearly all of them are off-model. Maybe that’s why they got stuck on frackin Car Wash Fundraiser detail.

"Aren't you a little short to be an Imperial Guard?"

Either Vader is a fucking (it’s late, remember? Add an “L” to why this post is for Mature readers) giant, or that Imperial Guard left his ewok costume at home. I like the one all the way to the right, twiddling her thumbs, thinking “At least Jabba gave me a coke every now and then, this heat is ridiculous!”

Leader of the Pack

I thought for sure that was Paris Hilton and I almost had a stroke. I was told that it is not. And shouldn’t she have the hamburger bun hairdo with that outfit? She is clearly a paid shill, and not a real fan.

Based on the presence of the palm trees, it appears the Empire, with its gaggle of defective Leia clones, has landed in sunny California. It’s probably a bit hot for that Endor Scout behind them. There’s an In-N-Out Burger or something back there. I bet he wishes he’d taken that job flipping burgers right now. At least those guys get to work in the A/C. And don’t hafta put up with Vader’s shit all the time.

Ok, I get it now. This is a photo shoot for Intergalactic Lowrider Magazine.

Jawas Droppin' Jaws

What’s a jawa to do in this situation? They are probably discussing it now, in their little Jawa language. My money is on, “kidnap her and sell her on a distant planet… with no warranties expressed or implied, of course”.

"Utinni!!!"

I bet Queen Amidala is rolling in her grave…

"That's right, Rebel scum... clean it goooood..."

Leia’s face here says, “But I’m a Princess!!!!”

G4. I should've guessed...

I knew I quit watching G4 for a reason…

but clearly I need to start back as soon as possible.

 
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Posted by on October 11, 2011 in About Media, General dorky shit

 

Irish Taste Test & Trick or Treat (1952)

324 Days Until Dragon*Con 2012…

It is inevitable, when traveling abroad, that when you get home you will attempt to recreate some of the experiences you had overseas. In fact, it is so unavoidable that you should just go ahead and plan on scoping out some food and drink that you may be able to emulate once you get back on your home turf.

Traveling to Mexico? While there, keep an eye out for ways you can recreate the experience at home. Maybe learn how to make your own tortillas or something.

Traveling to Norway? Come home and start your own black metal band.

How about Japan? Come home and marry a pillow.

A few weeks ago, the wife got home from a work trip to Espana. She wasted no time in buying up all the Spanish wine she could find, learning how to cook “tortillas” (a Spanish tortilla is an egg dish, not like something you wrap beans up in), and, in general, making a nuisance of herself.

But that’s ok! Because we all do it. No way around it, remember?

About a month ago, I returned home from a trip to Ireland. I spent a little over 2 weeks over there visiting friends, traveling around, drinking pints, and playing a little music.

When I got home, the first thing I did was buy a ton of Guinness (we did the “Guinness Tour” which is quite an experience). I also wanted to recreate some of the flavors that I have had over there that I like. The easiest food to recreate, or so I thought, was taters with beans.

Here is the ingredient list:

1. Can of Heinz Brand “Beans in Tomato Sauce”.

2. Potato Waffles.

3. Brown Sauce.

No problem, right? WRONG. Well, kinda wrong….

#1. Every grocery store here in the States has “Heinz Brand Vegetarian Beans”, which I thought was, undoubtedly, the same thing.

#2. Potato Waffles, on the other hand, are impossible to get in the States. Or at least, impossible for me. If you are unfamiliar with what potato waffles are, they are just mashed potatoes shaped like waffles, but crispy on the outside and fluffy in the middle. Savory, not sweet like Eggos or something like that.

What’s crazy, to me, about the potato waffle famine in the United States is that Bird’s Eye, an American company, manufactures them here and then ships them over there! Depriving their own native kinsmen of this delicious, low-cost, breakfast delicacy. Dubya Tee Eff, Bird’s Eye????

The closest I have come, so far, to recreating the flavor and consistency of a potato waffle is…. get ready…

a potato. baked in the oven (not the microwave).

The thing about a baked potato baked in the oven is that I hafta do something that I’m not used to doing. And that is to anticipate when I might be hungry.

See, a potato, when baked in the oven, takes AT LEAST an hour. So you may not be hungry now, but go ahead and pop that baked tater in the oven for later, because then you might be hungry.

#3. I first had brown sauce about 8 years ago, on my first visit to Eire. I immediately thought, “This is just A1 steak sauce!” I checked the ingredients and, sure enough, there it was: plums’n'raisins’n'shit. “This IS A1 sauce!!!” Brown sauce is a widely-used condiment over there that is not popular over here because it is only used for steaks over here. Plus, for a condiment, A1 is as high as giraffe pussy (expensive).

Why do you care? Because I performed a taste test. So for all you people out there who, like me, may be searching for a way to simulate a taste you acquired in Ireland, or the UK, then this is for you.

First, the contenders….

In this corner, weighing in at a few ounces, representing the Americans….  The Taste of the West, The Gridiron Griddle Hoppers, the Lean, Mean, Bean-Munching Machiiiiinesss……..

Heinz Vegetarian Beans and A1 Steak Sauce!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the Red, White and Bean Team!!!

Aaaaand in this corner, weighing in at another few ounces, representing the home of this taste… the Rumblin’ in the Dublin, the Fork in the Cork, the Always in the Galways….

Heinz Beans in Tomato Sauce and HP Brown Sauce!!!!!!!!!!!

the Green Machine!!!!!!

On paper, this looks like a close match. I hafta give the edge to the Irish team though, since this is a taste that they concocted, which the American team is only trying to mimic. The real question is whether or not the American team is just close enough to scratch that “Beans and Taters and Brown Sauce” itch that crops up every now and again. Close enough that I don’t have to pay outrageous prices for imported cans of beans and a condiment with Big Ben on the front.

Also, another question that is particularly interesting to me and the purposes of this site is, “Which one is better for you?”

Both of these teams will be paired with an oven-baked potato, to ensure fairness.

First up, the Irish beans...

LET’S GET READY TO RUUUUMMMBLLLLEEEEEEE……..!!!!!!!!!

*DING DING***

The Heinz Beans in Tomato Sauce come out swingin’!!!! You can tell that the Irish beans really came to play today! Look at their tasty texture and bland-looking tomato sauce!

the Empire Strikes Back!!!

But the Americans strike back with the Heinz Vegetarian Beans!!!

It is clear that the American beans are thicker than the Irish beans. The sauce is way thicker and darker, which I took to mean that they were probably a lot sweeter. The Irish beans’ sauce was more tomato-y lookin’ and soupy.

Aaaaand here comes the brown sauce!!!!!

The brown sauce gives the Americans an uppercut!

But the Americans strike back with A1 STEAK sauce!!!!

The Americans are all over the place!!!

Look how uniform the Brown Sauce looks. When I poured the A1 on top, it was VERY runny. Brown Sauce has a consistency that is more akin to ketchup or mustard, the kings of condiments. A1 has a consistency of dishwater.

Now it was time to taste…

The American version was, as I suspected, both sweeter and tangier than the Irish version. The American beans were thick, and a lot sweeter. The A1 was runny, but it actually packed more punch than the Brown Sauce, meaning it had a ton of tangy flavor in there. I guess this goes along with the stereotype that Irish and British food is more bland than American food.

All said, I know I like the Irish version better, just like I would like American barbecue better. The taste is all theirs, and we can’t replicate it properly. But is it good enough to scratch the itch when need be?

Not really. For one thing, the American version may be easier to get, but it’s not that much cheaper.

A can of the Irish beans costs $2 at World Market. The can of Heinz Vegetarian Beans costs about $1.25 at Winn-Dixie.

A bottle of HP Brown Sauce is about $6 at World Market. A bottle of A1 is also about $6 at Winn-Dixie (but you get a lot more of it).

Is it worth the extra 75 cents, and the hassle to drive 45 minutes to the nearest World Market? Probably. Especially if you are in the area anyway.

Which is better for you? Brown Sauce & A1 are about the same, calorie-wise, but the Irish Beans have a lot less sugar than the American version.

So pretty much, the Irish win this round of taste tests. Of course, like I said, it is their taste and I wouldn’t want to “taste test” American BBQ with Irish BBQ (if it even exists).

Trick or Treat (1952)

Donald Duck gives his nephews hell on Halloween night… until a nice witch shows up to teach him a lesson.

Trick or Treat for Halloween!!!

I really like this title screen. A window with “Trick or Treat” written on it. This could be in a horror movie. Like someone is being stalked by an unseen menace on Halloween, then they look out the window and see this! Scary stuff, man…

Halloween night!!!

The opening shot is of a sleepy little burg on Halloween night. Possibly Sleepy Hollow. Possibly Duckburg.

This famous short starts with a witch flying around town. She’s a good witch, and her name is Hazel (Witch Hazel, get it?). She flies around and scares some bats, a cat, and herself when she stumbles across one of the nephews with a jack-o-lantern on his head.

How does he do that?

Ahhh, homemade Halloween costumes. When I was a kid, there were several years when I wore costumes that my mom had made for me. I doubt that happens anymore.

In this shot, the nephews are walking up to Uncle Donald’s house to go trick-r-treating. Donald opens the door and gives them something in their bags….

Firecrackers! What a jerk!

"Thanks a bunch, jerk!"

Witch Hazel sees the boys, looking downtrodden because Uncle Donald blew their Halloween sacks to smithereens. She decides to help them get Donald back for being so mean…

"I saw the whole thing, kids..."

Is it even possible to tell the difference between the nephews, just by looking at them?

Look at the look on the devil one’s face! I think he’s had enough for one night. Someone put a mickey in his mini Snickers bar…

Witch Hazel talks in “thees” and “thous”, which would suggest that she is a few hundred years old. Possibly even a survivor of the Salem witch trials…

She then tries to trick-r-treat at Donald’s house… only to fall prey to his pranks. He dumps a bucket of water on her head, and she doesn’t melt!

What she does is cook up a witch’s brew for that ol’ stinker, Donald…

toil and trouble...

Like blue, Disney uses the color green in a lot of films to let you know that mischief and/or evil is afoot…

Witch Hazel drinks a bit, has a violent reaction, and stumbles over to the nephews and says in her drunk voice, “Kids, this stuff’s loaded!!!” Another reference to alcohol use in a Disney film.

She picks the kids up on her broomstick and they fly around. Then she sprays some of her potion on a jack-o-lantern… which makes it come to life and scare Donald!

"whoooooaaaa!!!!!"

She uses the spray on several other things, like turning a fence into ghosts, and haunting a paintbrush so it paints Donald’s house green. Then she barges in the door and demands treats for herself and the boys.

Donald complies (what would you do when threatened by a living jack-o-lantern???)…

At least, until Hazel calls him a “pushover”…

"Pushover?!?!?!?!?!"

He locks the treats up! but Hazel puts the spray to his feet, which eventually forces him to break down the door to the goodies…

"Yay! Uncle Donald has a concussion!!!"

This includes some all-time classic Halloween treats, like sausages, oranges, cans of soup, etc.

Her work done, Hazel waves goodbye….

"Goodbye Kids!!!!"

"Goodbye Hazel!!!"

And off into the night, over the town, she flies…

It's almost Dawn!!!

 
 
 
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