The Pussywillows, 1991
I love this story, from Cool Hunting , about a real life Geppetto – in countenance and craft – named Lou Nasti, a Brooklyn animatronic engineer and fantastic Christmas Coot who designed and built displays for everyone, including Coney Island’s Astroland, B. Altman’s to FAO Schwarz.
Behind-the-scenes video of Brooklyn’s animatronic master, Lou Nasti
For our latest video we trucked deep into Brooklyn, NY to explore Mechanical Displays, Lou Nasti’s fantastic studio. Nasti is the animatronic mastermind responsible for installations around the globe, most notably some of the most iconic Christmas displays on 5th Avenue in Manhattan. Obsessed with robotics since childhood, he’s been doing it professionally for over 30 years, applying an uncanny mechanical skill reflected in his “can do” approach to modern technology. We were lucky enough to spend the day in Nasti’s studio learning some of his tricks and getting a sneak peek at some upcoming projects.
Check out toupee’d assclown, James Mahoney, BofA’s director of public policy, saunter stealthily over to Rick Perry, and whisper romantically into the ear of the sociopathic creep:“We’re Bank of American, we’ll help ya out”. This revoltin’ development took place something called a “Politics and Eggs breakfast/mixer” in New Hampshire.
Yeah, so Bank of America, the leading proponent of foreclosure fraud, who was caught hiring military contractors to wage “cyber wars” against business journalists who’ve reported on BofA’s constant crimes, announced today that it’s laying off another 10,000 workers. Umm…how many tens of billions of dollars has BofA already sucked out of America in TARPs I and II? Eh, the important thing is that BofA executives aren’t getting enough billions, in parachutes and bonuses and corporate jets and hookers. I guess it’s possible that by “We’ll help ya out,” Mahoney meant he’d help Perry procure some more men/women/boys/crack and farm animals, or that he meant he’d help the D-minus student score a student loan so that he can re-register in that crap college and study this time, or that he meant “we’ll put you in a subprime mortgage with a time-bomb attached.”, or, more likely: “W’ell help ya out. I’m in room 417”. Hopefully, the cameraman wasn’t decked out as a pimp, because, then congress might go ahead and defund BofA! God, what does Rick Perry and his horrible state get?? Oil drilling? Pumping arsenic into the rivers? Carbon tax exemption? Eternal life with a chip and a bottle of Brylcreem? Well, Rick, once the frisson of being slathered in filthy vampiric bankster cash has worn off, and all federal regulations are gone, the simple act of shoving a Corndog up your ass may be the last bit of twisted excitement left for you, you short- fused ball of sleaze, resentment and fear.
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A gold-plated Infiniti luxury sports car on a test drive in Nanjing, China. China is predicted to overtake the US as the world’s largest luxury goods market by 2020.
Matt Stairs is – no, not a Lobsterman – a chunk-style, 43 year old slugger, whose unusual career had him suiting up in 13 separate cities for 12 franchises, spanning 19 years. A Canadian, affectionately nicknamed “Stairsmaster” and “Wonder Hamster’, Matt Stairs is an Everyman, and he went everywhere, playing for – ready? — the Expos, Red Sox, Athletics, Cubs, Brewers, Pirates, Royals, Rangers, Tigers, Blue Jays, Phillies, Padres and Nationals.
A late bloomer, by age 28 Stairs had toiled in the minors for eight years. As an amateur, he played at SHORTSTOP and was signed as a SECOND BASEMAN (hard to imagine Stairs at SS or 2B even on my office softball team). He had a huge season in AA in 1991, going .333/.411/.509. Usually, a 23 year old having a season like that at AA, would have a chance at the bigs, but one look at Matt Stairs – by nobody’s standard a natural physical specimen – and he was deemed “unathletic”, not “scrappy” enough, and he was sold like uni to the Chunichi Dragons in Japan. [click to continue…]
Oh, Mittens, you can’t win! The Fundamentalists that are running your party will not vote for a heretic in magic underpants who believes in a polygamous heaven you have to earn your way into by running up your actuarially tabulated Good Deeds score while alive.
I’m sure their Messiah will appear any day now, and it ain’t you.