The late 1980s soon featured rapping in everything, from movies like “Teen Witch” with it’s notorious “Top That” rap:

to the Super Mario Bros. cartoon episode entitled “Bad Rap”:

to bizarre straight-to-VHS kids productions that could only be the product of bad acid trips:

Like a transplanted kidney, rap music had been firmly excised from the hearts of the ghetto and supplanted into the backyards of suburbia. However, if there’s any organ that should’ve been rejected, it’s this incompatible hunk of poo.

Everyone was secretly an aspiring rap music video director, and that crept into the walls of pop culture like black mold. Note the probably unlicensed Pink Floyd sample in the beginning:

From here, it was only a matter of time before incredibly bad rap found it’s way into commercials for small children. This is a key point of horribleness, as it is well known that junk food commercials provide 40 percent of a child’s learning. No examples are quite so notorious as this McDonalds chicken nugget rap and the Barney Rubble Fruity Pebble rap.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Via: Asylum.com.

Não lembro se já postamos isso alguma vez, meninas me perdoem se sim.

Me diverti muito com os Nikes em homenagem aos Flinstones. São lindos de morrer!

O púrpura (chique né?) chama-se  Nike Dino Big High e é para quem gosta do Dino. O laranjinha é pra quem curte mais o Fred. Chama-se Nike Big High Fred Flintstone.

Gostou? Pode comprar por aqui.

isso é um comercial de armas de brinquedo dos anos 60. imagina uma coisa dessas hoje em dia. sem querer ser preconceituoso nem nada, mas acho que se propagandas assim fossem permitidas atualmente, teríamos rappers como garotos-propaganda. isso é a cara do 50 cent.

* se liga no visual mini-gangster do garotinho.

o que falar então desse comercial de cigarros embutido num episódio dos flinstones? olha a viagem: fumantes na idade da pedra.

publicidade é um troço perverso, amigos.

LNF*

• Elephants are the only animals that can’t jump.

• Americans on the average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.

• On average people fear spiders more than they do death.

• Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.

• The liquid inside young coconuts can be used as substitute for blood plasma.

• Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least 6 feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush.

• American car horns beep in the tone of F.

• Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.

• Barbie’s full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts.

• On average, 100 people choke to death on ball-point pens every year.

• 7% of Americans will eat McDonalds today.

• All porcupines float in water.

• In Muncie, Indiana, it is illegal to carry fishing tackle in a cemetery.

LNFs on This Day:

1865 – Samuel L. Clemens published “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County” under the pen name “Mark Twain” in the New York “Saturday Press.”

1928 – The first successful sound-synchronized animated cartoon premiered in New York. It was Walt Disney’s “Steamboat Willie,” starring Mickey Mouse.

1978 – In Jonestown, Guyana, Reverend Jim Jones persuaded his followers to commit suicide by drinking a death potion. Some people were shot to death. 914 cult members were left dead including over 200 children.

1987 – U2 opened for itself by pretending to be a country-rock group called The Dalton Brothers during a concert in Los Angeles

1994 – Cab Calloway died at the age of 86.

*Why LNF? Why Plain White Shirt? Read Rorschach’s Ribs and all will be understood.

Since Halloween is just around the corner, I’ve decided to come up with an inspiration board of possible halloween looks.

• The alice in wonderland look reminds me of childhood and makes me feel much more excited about the upcoming movie.
• The alien look for the Alexander McQueen SS ‘10 was just so awesome it cannot not inspire you.
• Bapitiste dressed up us Karl Lagerfeld was just genius. It’s my personal favorite.
• John Galliano menswear for SS ‘10 was just so freakin’ hot. The warrior look- tanned boys, perfectly toned bodies- Damn son! We want more! We want warrior boys for halloween!
• The hippie look and big wigs at Louis Vuitton is just motown glam.
• The jeremy scott tiger hoodie is perfect for people who want to be easy going yet chic this halloween.
• The Johnny Depp look for girls is as hot as Mr. Depp.
• Who could forget Jeremy Scott’s latest collection? We miss bedrock. We want our yabadabadoo time!
• The joker look would forever be a classic, right?

What are your thoughts? Leave your comments loves.♥

For those of you who are in to wearing or collecting things that are vintage… TAKE A LOOK @ THIS!

Once again our friend Dino-Ray is hard @ work informing us of all the fashion DO’s & DON’TS… boy I don’t envy him, especially after seeing what he saw in NY during Fashion Week…

Check it out for yourself on Dino-Ray’s blog THE FINER DANDY

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Jeremy Scott, known for his wacky, outlandish designs, brought the cast of the Flinstones to the runway this season. Out of all of Jeremy’s collections, this is my least favorite, and probably the least wearable without looking like you’re going to a costume party. However, I will say that fun print mini skirts always jazz up an outfit, so perhaps this collection will work better as separates. I LOVED the shoes with the bones instead of bows, a perfect cave-man meets high fashion touch. What I love about Jeremy Scott is that his designs never follow what the other designers are creating. You can always expect something wildly different, and that doesn’t only include his choice of fabrics each season.

Jeremy Scott

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Época única, afinal os desenhos clássicos são tudo o que uma criança necessita para uma infância sadia, ou melhor, necessitava. Nenhum desenho atual consegue se equiparar com os antigos. Esses possuem inocência, magia, doçura. Aquilo que uma criança necessita para continuar sendo criança e não para emergir no mundo adulto precocemente.

Foram tantos que se tornaram incontáveis os personagens e episódios. Um mais irreverente do que o outro e  havia os memoráveis como: Tom e Jerry, Thundercats,Flinstones, Jacksons,Pica- pau,Patolino,Pernalonga, Ursinhos carinhosos, Cavalo de fogo, Os Simpsons e outros tantos que não caberiam nesta página.

Com esses desenhos animados aprendemos o quanto à infância é especial e capaz de formar a estrutura de um adulto, porém atualmente as crianças não possuem mais enredos inocentes em seus desenhos, as animações saltam da infância para o mundo adulto, incentivando os pequenos a ânsia por serem  grandes. Eles sabem demais, perguntam demais, discordam demais e querem sempre mais.

Os pais não são suficientes, a obediência virou mero acaso e o pior, os pais já não são feitos com o mesmo perfil de antes. Claro, muitas mudanças positivas tivemos com essa nova era toda robotizada e tecnologicamente avançada, contudo nossas crianças não são mais puras como antes, já estão aqui para ensinar os próprios pais. Falam frases inesperadas, agem de forma atípica e assistem por muitas vezes seus pais pecarem na função destinada a eles.

A educação se reduziu a nada, os pais ouvem xingamentos, gritos e às vezes até apanham de crianças que aparentemente são anjos inocentes e incapazes de uma agressão. Esses atos muitas vezes são elucidados pela cultura mais conhecida e acessada do séc XXI, ou seja, a televisão. Fazem de nossas crianças pequenos adultos, tornando a arte de educar cada vez mais distante de sua realidade e de sua forma tradicional.

Por Elaine Correia.

Just seen that there is a new series of X-Factor on the box, this is depressing news as I can remember talking about X-Factor very early on in this journey which means it has taken me far longer than I originally anticipated. I’ve never sniffed glue, but I reckon watching all these episodes is a lot like it. I mean, you can’t do it every single day because you will just end up with a blocked nose, a sense of shame and your nose glued to a moist plastic bag.

Anyway, this episode – utter garbage. Whilst this show is usually terrible in every way, there are often many things for me to get annoyed about, be it all the girls acting like idiots, or Gay Stanfords increasingly disturbing taste in blazers, but I’m just feeling empty at the moment. Carrie was feeling empty and worried as well, due to her book being reviewed in an up scale New York newspaper. She felt a touch better when someone recognised her in the toilets of a restaurant, but it transpired that the woman she saw had dated Aidan after Carrie, and the disapproving look she shot Carrie sent Carrie shivering. None of this makes any sense does it?

I’ve been thinking about Aidan a lot recently. Actually, that’s a lie – I haven’t.

Miranda’s child wouldn’t stop crying, and Miranda was unsure as to why. A little bit of the old anger came back at this point. Imagine if you’re a baby, a ginger baby sure, but still a baby and you’re lying in your crib when your mum walks in the room, and it’s Miranda. Her jowly, forever miserable face peering over you like a severely pinched nipple as she joylessly shakes you about a little bit. I always knew she’d be a terrible mother, and this episode showed me no difference to my initial prediction.

Miranda also made friends with some of the other mothers in her building, after ignoring them for some time. Since this is Sex And The City, the television equivalent of the Guardian newspaper, the woman who finally helped Miranda stop her bastard crying was yet another jive talking, street walkin’ black woman. The stereotypes in this show are just ghastly, as if the two gays – Stanford and Anthony weren’t bad enough in putting back perceptions of gay people twenty five years, we are also treated to every black person in the world acting like they’ve just come a Spike Jonze film. What ever happened to strong  African-American role models on telly? Bring back Bill Cosby.

Charlotte was in the final negotiations for her divorce with Trey, and so needed a lawyer to set the ball rolling. After initially seeing a thick haired, granite chinned good looking lawyer, she realised she needed someone a bit less beautiful for her mind to be fully on the case, and not on the cock. Enter a small, bald motherfucker called Harry Goldenblatt, who I labelled as a ‘bald eagle’ on my notes. Seriously, the guy is bald. Apparently all the time I’ve been calling Trey’s mum as ‘Bonnie’ I’ve been sorely mistaken, I received an email the other day informing me it was ‘Bunny’ which makes me feel a bit sick.

In the end, Trey came to the rescue and decided to give Charlotte everything she wanted, which ultimately was the apartment she had been living in for some time. Just a shame Trey’s pathetic limp dick couldn’t give Charlotte the child she dearly craved, but then I suppose nobody is perfect, apart from David Beckham.

I’ll be honest friends, I’m struggling to fill this review up with anything. Nothing is happening here! Carrie got her book review which was mainly positive, but also said that she saw men as disposable. How could she disagree with that? Every man in her life has gone away in the end, and unlike the Nine Inch Nails song it doesn’t seem to have made her hurt. Here’s my review of her book: ‘if you like this book, you’re a cunt. If you enjoy it, you’re a cunt. Actually, chances are, if you can read this, you’re a cunt.’ And they say word smiths are dead.

What more to say pals, what more to say. Samantha took back a vibrator to a shop, and found it that it was actually a back massager.She then proceeded to give advice to women on which was the best back massager to stick up their crown jewels. I think this has genuinely been the worse episode of this I’ve ever watched, which frustrates me somewhat because it’s not even as if it’s offensive, it’s just so desperately boring.To reward the faithful readers, I’m gonna treat you all to the end of this review. Byeeeeeeeeee!

Por: Claudinha
Status: Colaboradora
E-mail: claudinha815@gmail.com

mal eine etwas andere bauart eines wohnwagens. aufgenommen irgendwo vor flagstaff / arizona , glaub ich.

das teil stand auf´m parkplatz vom “flintstone campground”.

Do you remember those old Flinstones T.V. cartoons? You know, Fred and Barney, Wilma and Betty. And of course, Dino (my personal favorite). Now, is it my imagination, or did our pal Dino, as the series’ family dog wannabe, get to chew on just gigantic bones? In fact, as I recall, all the bones on that show were, whether they were on Fred’s plate or in Wilma’s hair, just enormous. Well, today I met a dog in one of my training appointments who had such a bone. I kid you not; the bone was longer than the dog. So big, in fact, that it just teetered on the edge of the dog’s bed. It looked like a caveman must have placed it there.

The dog’s owner informed me that the dog really enjoyed chewing on it, and that it was a much better bargain than the smaller bones, from which the dog only got about a couple of hours of chewing enjoyment. Logical enough! And then she asked me a great question, which was, “Do dogs need bones?” (Besides the kind they use to walk around on, wise guy.)

Dogs, as a general rule, need to chew. If you’ve ever failed to provide your dog with adequate, appropriate chew outlets, you know firsthand that your belongings, including furnishings, can fall victim to your dog’s choppers. Some dogs need to chew often (like young dogs, retrievers, and dogs who have extra energy to burn). Others rarely chew anything other than their food.

Dogs generally also get mental and physical benefit from working for their meals. And I don’t only mean sitting before you serve them. I mean, because they are natural scavengers, part of meeting their normal behavioral needs includes providing them opportunities for puzzling food out of nooks and crannies.

And finally, there is nothing like the fresh minty breath of a dog who has sufficient chew time on a regular basis.

There is now a dizzying array of toys on the market that can meet your dog’s need to chew. There are the meal-dispensing variety (Kibble Nibble, Twist and Treat, Kong and the like) and there are the in-between-meal edible chewies (like Nylabone, Zukes Dental Bones, and Sam’s Yams, for example). Experiment and see what keeps your dog occupied.

So what about bones? If you would like to offer your dog bones, err on the side of making sure they are too large to swallow or break into smaller bits. And never offer cooked or grilled bones of any size—they can break and splinter and cause severe damage to your dog. Instead, opt for bones sold as “soup bones” or “marrow bones” at your grocery store, like the organic and more humanely raised beef bones sold at Whole Foods. You can find them in the meat freezer; just thaw them in your fridge before use. They are a pretty good bargain, too. And their smooth-edged, tubular shape means a pretty safe chewing experience. Nevertheless, supervise your dog when he’s working on one of these bones. (Some veterinarians recommend against feeding bones, so consult with yours before deciding what’s best for your dog.) Most dogs are pretty excited to be presented with one of these. A marrow bone can keep them occupied for quite a while, not to mention meet their needs for chewing, puzzle solving, and working those teeth and gums. Yabba dabba doo.

Later this year, director Roland Emmerich will once again show audiences another horrible, devastating way the Earth could come to an end in “2012.”

I was doomed to repeat history when I forgot it during my mid-term exam.

From “The Day After Tomorrow” to “Independence Day,” Emmerich has made a living making films that single handedly keep special effects people out of the unemployment line.

Last year, director Roland Emmerich unveiled his big-budgeted special effects hullabaloo “10,000 B.C.” In the movie, Emmerich turned his attention to ancient man’s struggle to maintain Abercrombie and Fitch good looks while being chased by saber-toothed tigers.

If Emmerich’s vision of prehistory, one where every caveboy and cavegirl has perfect teeth and speaks in modern slang, seems to spit in the face of history professors everywhere, recall that taking liberties in historical fiction is nothing new.

It wasn’t too long ago that Frederick J. Flintstone was playing hide the bone with his pet dinosaur, Dino.

During its time on the air, “The Flintstones” cared less about presenting an accurate portrayal of ancient civilizations then commenting on the trials and tribulations of the current one. The show’s writers, though, always gave whatever bit of popular culture was being lampooned a stone-age makeover.

Tony Curtis became Stony Curtis, Rock Hudson was Rock Hudstone and Perry Mason was Perry Masonary. Yes, The Flintstones sure loved their puns.

No matter how corny those gags may seem now, audiences found themselves longing for a more familiar kind of yabba-dabba-do-time when “10,000 B.C.” wound up being more like Emmerich’s “Godzilla” then his “Independence Day.”

While there was little chance that the characters of “10,000 B.C.” would be catching a viewing of “No Country for Cave Men” or voting for Barock Obamma, Emmerich did find the time to comment on current issues in between lavish CGI money shots.

Whether it’s exploring mankind’s timeless cruelty to each other, showcasing the enduring power of love or just reminding audiences that giant animals have always been scary, there are certain themes that transcend history books.

After all, if Hollywood has taught us anything about cavemen, it’s that mankind hasn’t progressed much since fire was first discovered and shortly afterwards used to ignite a fart.

Modern men have made, and will continue to make, the same mistakes that their big-browed ancestors did all those years ago.

We still feel the need to brag about our prowess by tagging on walls. We will occasionally still find ourselves outsmarted and locked out of our homes by our pet cats. And, much like the Encino Man, we will still find Pauly Shore sporadically funny.

Some mistakes we are doomed to repeat.

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Es gibt gewisse Leute oder Seiten, die mit der Emmy Nomination der Zeichentrickfilm-Sendung Family Guy nicht einverstanden sind. Family Guy ist in der Rubrik “Best Comedy Series” neben den Sendungen; Entourage, Flight of the Conchords, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, 30 Rock und Weeds nominiert. Seit den Flinstones (1961) ist keine andere Cartoon-Sendung für einen Emmy nominiert worden. Dies halten viele Simpson-Anhänger natürlich für absurd. Meine Meinung ist, Family Guy hat diese Nomination verdient und ist von den zur Auswahl stehenden Sendungen die witzigste.

11. Spray painting naked Aztec ladies with massive heaving bosom on the hoods of El Caminos.

10. Killing Nazis in space with my bare hands.

9. Running opium in a hollowed out camel over the Hindu Kush mountains dressed in full burka regalia with Ed Mcmahon at my side so that every time we snuck pass Pakastani soldiers Ed could go “Hi-yo!” and then cheers our martinis.

8. Dancing with wolves.

7. Not amassing a horrendous ball of belly button lint in my belly button. It’s now not unlike that dude in Total Recall.

6. Writing that shredding guitar riff in the song “Killer Tofu” from Doug on Nickelodeon. But they were only going to pay me in Flinstones Vitamins that they insisted were Skittles. Me no dumb.

5. Synthesizing an amino peptide that could make me walk through walls to strangle Nazis by surprise in either Space or the back of a Volkswagon.

4. Being nice and awesome around, and excellent in the presence of, my friends’ younger sisters. You know. For later.

3. Being king of Lithuania and conducting a multi-front war on Eastern Europe to take all their women to breed into Victoria’s Secret models. Like a super model farm. Then I would have sold them to Victoria who would then design awesome boxers briefs that don’t stretch and become regular boxers when I ride my bike. That one really gets my goat.

2. Electrical Engineering. Failed. Miserably.

1. Inventing the internts. I could be rich. Like, Jesse Jackson rich.

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Now playing: Scott Biram – Someday Baby
via FoxyTunes

Flinstones sneakers. I can’t tell is Nike is just in the creative zone, or they’re just really running thin on ideas. I have a feeling it’s the latter.

First, the Dino. I would grab these before the other ones.

And, the Fred Flinstone.

we are still in recovery from stonehenge summer solstice.  it was a long frigid night of drum circles, Wiccan priestesses, druid circles and incantations, candles and tarot cards, and a gigantic writhing party in the middle of the stones.

in other words, AMAZING.

we made a stop at the salisbury cathedral to check out the magna carta on our way to stonehenge. darren, “our driver,” was already tired before our arrival at the ancient rocks. i have come to find out that he is a big fan of naps.

after a quick stop at the pub in salisbury for a necessary shandy and some food for darren, we made our way to stonehenge. by 7 pm, we were situated on a hill near the rocks to take in the sunset.

before entering the party in the middle of the stones, we sat outside near a drum circle and an old man with a bright blue guitar. strumming hard and with passion, we hear a flinstones jammy-rock song that is almost better than a piece of cadbury. almost.

“yah-bah-daba doo/how are you”

“(mumbles) BEDROOOOOCK”

(screaming) “barney rubble BARNEY RUBBLE BARNEY RUBBLE BARNEY RUBBLE”

the bbc is estimating just over 36,000 people (!) came to see the sunrise over the rocks and celebrate the longest day of the year.

after leaving the fire, lasers and claustrophobia of the inner circle,  wearing multiple layers of darren’s clothing, two cups of hot watered down coffee, we were still shaking from the cold. i shivered watching as people lit cigarettes, turned to darren (pam was in the loo) and said,

“i would seriously smoke a cigarette right now.”

d: “i wouldn’t. (LONG pause) But i WOULD sit in a tub of warm baked beans.”

“WHAT?! I DIDN’T KNOW THAT WAS AN OPTION!”

for the record, a tub of baked beans would be my first and only choice.

sadly, the sun didn’t push its way through the low mass of grey clouds, but at 4:58 am we were still happy.