If you’re a member of Generation X, there’s a good chance you were conceived in the back of a 70s-model Dodge van with floor-to-ceiling shag carpeting, a heart-shaped portal window and a fully-stocked bar in the back.
Luckily a van enthusiast has come along and created Nooneridesforfree.com to chronicle the awesomeness that is 70s west coast custom van culture. The site’s name is a reference to one of the all-time great lines, “Gas, grass or ass. No one rides for free.”
It’s a lazy Sunday. We don’t have the energy to talk about politics or TV, so let’s post some videos of fun music instead. What are you grooving to this week? I am going to start off with a theme, but don’t feel obligated to stay within the bounds. After all, this is Crasstalk, and we never play by the rules anyway. Continue reading
Not being able to sleep tonight, I finally decided give in to Ambien now about 4:00am. So while I’m waiting for it to kick in, lo and behold I ran across an article in the BBC that the acting icon Bill Hunter had lost his fight against cancer. It was extremely sad considering that if there was anyone that shouldn’t be raptured it shouldn’t have been him. I loved him as the dad in Muriel’s Wedding but even more so as the Australian Dancing Federation president in Strictly Ballroom. Those were my two favorites with him included but there have been so many more over his 50-year career including Gallipoli and Priscilla: Queen of the Desert.
To me, pouring a cheese sauce over fresh vegetables makes as much sense as putting Cheese Wiz on Filet Mignon. Continue reading
Good morning, peeps. Continue reading
