“Being in demand as an actor hasn’t changed my lifestyle or my Malt Liquor. The Bull. It’s big and bold.”

—Richard Roundtree (Thespian, moustache enthusiast, and Malt Liquor connoisseur.)

Amazon has a whole book of these fantastic lurid magazine covers, It’s A Man’s World.

They run the gamut from Man attacked by Animals, Man attacked by Fish, Man attacked by Nazis, and Man attacked by Hippies.

The greatest, however, is an image of a mad Nazi doktor sawing off a girl’s arm, his “special” assistant is bringing him the freshly removed (and bandaged!) arm of a gorilla, which is seen sulking morosely in a cage in the background.

Comment by Haux — April 24, 2008 @ 4:10 pm

Too right you are friend Haux. This is quite possibly the best image I’ve seen a while which, considering the madness I deposit here on a regular basis, is no mean feat. It’s A Man’s World is currently available for ridiculously cheap; having just purchased a copy I suggest you do the same. A high res version of the above image is available upon request.

New Ectobuddy Bogart Shwadchuck (the pronunciation of which I am currently engaged in “debating” with Qais, who is bleeding) is the genius behind modern electro-anthem, Bitch Go Buy Me a Hotdog, linked last week on NdJ’s concept album collection.

The man is multi-faceted, reportedly doing work in goth/electro band Ayria, dropping his own beats as Epsilon Minus, manning multiple releases on Full Code Media, and generating much-needed anti-scieno propaganda for Operation Chanology.

Mr. Shwadchuck is, as they say, right up our alley. He had this to say about the wonderful response of the ectomites to Bitch Go Buy Me a Hot Dog:

Hey, just wanted to say thanks for the Bitch Go Buy Me A Hot Dog shoutout, because it created quite an influx of donations and traffic (actually Full Code’s busiest month ever in terms of bandwidth).

Very much appreciated!

Small-town blog makes good? I think so. Godspeed, Mr. Shwadchuck. Keep dropping those hits, and let us know next time you have something cookin’.

Behold, the trailer for the blaxploitation classic Dolemite. Rudy Ray Moore stars as the titular Dolemite: pimp, kung-fu master, and all around badass. The trailer’s combination of Moore rhyming like a foul mouthed Dr. Seuss and footage of Dolemite striking an attacker, causing him to jump into the trunk of a car, or surrounded by a bevy of deadly, afroed hos sums up the film perfectly.

(Clip is NSFW not so much for, what can be described as, copious use of the word “muthafucka” but for a single, naked breast. Thankfully, said mammary does not belong to Moore.)

Dolemite (1975) Original Theatrical Trailer [YouTube] : poeTV

And his giant, jewel encrusted hat. Notice the set expression, the steely gaze, the fatigue lining his visage. The message is clear: it is, indeed, hard out there for a pimp.

History of Iran: Qajar’s photo album [Iran Chamber Society]

People have many dreams, I know I do. I would like to share one such dream with you: I dream that one day I too might have a hirsute appendage of the upper lip with graspable extremities so that I may become a distinguished member of The Handlebar Club. I can see it now, on the first Friday of every month, after spending two or three hours carefully grooming and waxing my whiskers into a work of follicle fine art, placing my bowler carefully on my glistening pate and heading off to the Windsor Castle pub in London to mix amongst those who understand me best.

The Handlebar Club [YouTube]

Although my mother always told me not to borrow money from street pimps, the Credit Pimp’s smooth assurances in his high-pitched, Tyson-esque voice (”Have no fear, the credit pimp’s here!”), his adorable little dance when he magically pimps your vehicle and the promise of a free plasma TV (”Fo real yo!”) have assuaged my fears. From Philadelphia… where else?

Pimp My Credit [YouTube]