Reginald Aldus Spotma, 5th Canine Duke of Britany, Summa Cum Dogmus, Esperantu, on the lawn at Notre Dame.
Woof, Ladies. He's single.
Courtesy of Fuck Yeah, Dementia!
Big Jacob Ferdlehrer of Narrangansett, R.I., browses the book rack at Kinimura's Adult Books. Mr. Ferdlehrer is noted for having since 1952 claimed to be the real Dalai Lama, challenging Tenzin Gyatso's claim to the seat. He maintains that he woke on February 10, 1950 to find himself wearing a yellow hat called a "gelug", the traditional headcovering of the Tibetan Dalais. He has petitioned the monks at several monasteries in Tibet, telling them that he has had dreams wherein Palden Lhamo, the Guardian of the Sacred Lake, has told him that he is the true reincarnated Dalai Lama, but all his protests have fallen on deaf ears. Ferdlehrer is not one to give up however, and he plans next to approach the U.N. for help in plying his claim.
Many Thanks to Glyphjockey
Serial killer Jeannie McEntyre setting up her neck, er, next victim at her parent's house in Big Water, Utah, January, 1958. When Jeannie was eventually caught and tried, it came out that her parents, Polly and Ernest, always collaborated with Jeannie in acquiring her preys. Freddie Borple's head was found in a Goodwill donation box but his body was never recovered.
Much Obliged to Sloth Unleashed
Baltimore Fringestyle group BrainAsMetaphor will be at Tonestile for 3 days starting Thursday. Come hear them play their hit songs "I Dated Your Granmum" and "Lobotomy Steampunk Gassout". Doors open 8 pm. $4.50 cover. Well drinks $2.50.
Many Thanks to Atompunk
Philemino Estrada relaxes in his backyard with his chihuahua Kukaburra, Phil (as his neighbors know him) is the little brother of Roy Estrada who played bass in Frank Zappa's backing band, the Mothers of Invention. "Yeah, Roy used to say that Frank was a genius. But, then he would do things like interrupt a recording session to call Chroni's (Famous Sandwich Shop) and order a corn and mashed potatoes sandwich. He was a strange dude, really, but a gas to hang with."
Phil is a retired plumber living in Los Feliz, L.A.
Many Thanks to Aliens and Ice Cream
was a high-rolling profligate in the Victorian era, who was notorious for talking prostitutes into a night at his manse, after which, according to some wags, the prostitute ended up refunding the reverend Mr. Murgatroyd his money. Quite the colorful character, C.R. (as close friends called him) always displayed an etched depiction of the prophet Mohammed on his shirtfront, and was fond of rather pungent Colombian cigars. Pastor Murgatroyd died in a duel with an M.P. who (mistakenly) believed the libertine had cuckolded him.
Grateful Acknowledgments to Peach Bee
