the game

okay, jean-lucien sent me this earlier today. its apparently a board game, somewhat-kinda-sorta-based on duran duran...!?! now, i just wanna say up front, that i didn't know any duran fans crazier than WE were, 'back in the day,' and we here at planetcool have absolutely NO MEMORY of there ever being a professional, real board game based on the band-on-tour. like, it was put out by Milton-Bradley! you can't get any more legit than that. i can't imagine it being any fun. (well, i have to admit, i don't really enjoy board games in the first place.) unfortunately, this is as large as the original image gets... so i can't tell you how sorry i am that i can't blow it up and read the directions. like, in that last shot... look at all that small print! how damn complicated is this game? i would KILL to read that stuff. like, you know its gotta mention their names. like, for instance: '...if you recieve a Simon card, advance two spaces.' or like, '...the Nick card allows you an extra dice roll.' and man, if you think that looks like a lot of directions, there are like, a ga-zillion game pieces. (let me try to see if i can upload all four of the shots jean-lucien sent me.) yeah, there... look at all that crap!! man, i'd love to read what's on all those little cards. does it mention like, 'getting torn apart by fans,' so you have to go back four spaces, or what? i can just see like, 'john' pieces being eaten up by the spitty family dog. or 'andy' pieces being stolen by the weird girl down the street who loved andy. like, does it mention their songs? man, the curiosity is killing me. i looked it up earlier, and it seems some people are selling theirs, but hey... i don't want it THAT bad. just makes me wonder what ELSE is out there that i never knew about.

morrissey

it just came to my attention earlier this evening that morrissey collapsed and went unconscious last night during a show in Swindon, UK. he was reportedly unresponsive as members of his band pulled him off stage. the last i heard, he was awake, alert, and in an English hospital... apparently it was a case of 'exhaustion.' i can hardly be surprised. the man is 50 years old, and although he only eats vegetables and is in excellent health, he does work very hard. he's almost always on the road, playing live... or on a television show, or at a rock festival somewhere, or he's recording, or doing press-related stuff. so i just wanted to say that i love him, and i hope he's feeling better soon. maybe he needs to get laid and eat a steak-for-the-protein. i wanted to post a picture of him, so here's the most recent one i could find. like, its from this month, i think. he looks great. sexy-and-great. hey, morrissey... don't work so hard, okay? (i know, easier said than done.) sincerely, i hope you're back on stage soon. because i know you love to do it. peace.

lennon listenin'

umm, okay... you know i love john lennon. that being said, i think this screen capture is hilarious. like, i assume it was taken from the video for the 'still-excellent-by-today's-standards' hit single 'nobody told me,' from like, 1981. (or thereabouts.) i mean, its obviously from his new york city days. and i gotta say i lovvve the way john looks 'rockin'' that military outfit. i seem to remember the cool mrs. ono-lennon also had her own military mini-shorts outfit, too. but... this shot is like, '...okay, john's effing around again...' he's like, listening to the 'heartbeat of the street,' i guess. i realize that 'good ideas' are harder to come up with than some might think when you've got a loaded camera rolling on you. and when the record company's clamoring for their video, you've gotta get something out, fast... even if you ARE john lennon. that being said, i have one question: where did the stethiscope come from? did he like, leave the apartment with it that morning? how could he have known that far in advance that he was gonna do a 'listening to the street' gag? or was he out filming, and got the idea, and somehow made his way to a medical supply store? or did he see somebody at random, maybe in the park? some crazy person with stethiscope, maybe....? and was he like, '...hey crazy person, could i buy that stethiscope off you for ten quid so i can 'listen' to the street for a sight gag?' but in closing, you know i love john lennon. and this video. and the song.

inflatable doll

mmm, yes... chicks, yes. and some of the sexiest chicks there are (were), are the chicks from the pages of 70's 'playboy.' i can't see the date too clearly, but i think it says 1977. and its not too hard to find the hidden bunny on this one... like, its the big blue blow-up toy. but hey, not like you'll even notice the blow-up bunny with a saucy babe like this hot brunette hangin' on. mmm,where do i start? she's slim, she's shapely, she's cute-in-the-face... she's got sweet medium sudsy boobs, slightly squished against the bunny head... and man, is that a cute little butt or what? jussst the right amount of 'cheek' going on. but hey... you all know me... MY eyes seem to go straight for those strappy, sexy shoes! check out those perfect strappy, sapphire blue 'disco heels!' and what a gorgeous curve her calf muscle has! now, i don't remember ever owning this issue. if i did, it most likely had the cover torn off... but hey, fortunately, i can still enjoy it NOW, thanks to the miracle of modern digital machinery. wow, i can't take my eyes off her butt-and-legs-and-shoes! hey, she really knows how to 'bring sexy back,' to planetcool! (mmm, like it ever left.) (click to enlarge)

happy birthday franz liszt

ahhh, who the hell am i kidding? i'm not the biggest fan of franz liszt. this is just a shameless opportunity for me to promote the genius of ken russell... once again. ken's outlandish view of some of liszt's life is required viewing, seriously. even by today's wild standards, 'lisztomania' can make jaws drop. its over the top, even when its 'in the gutter.' anyone who's ever seen the rapturous 'giant phallus' musical number has almost certainly never forgotten it. it boasts nazi frankensteins, a bevy of topless and nude females, piano toruture, ass sculptures in the wall that 'really fart' on you, an oliver reed cameo, a nell campbell cameo, a ringo starr cameo... huge fake cocks, guillotines for said fake cocks, matches struck off the glans of said fake cocks, maypole dances winding ribbons around said fake cocks, five or six topless girls riding on said fake cocks, hey... just a lot of 'fake cock' action going on. and there's also like, voodoo dolls, charlie chaplin impressions, kenneth colley, and... did i mention huge fake cocks? seriously, its a movie that HAS to be seen. ken russell shot a good deal of his 'freak load' with that one. and, as usual, i thank him for it. so... um, to the point... i guess i should mention that franz liszt would've been 198 years old today. i wonder what HE would've thought about some scouse rockin' longhair (roger daltrey) playing him, wearing a purple ladies' gown, riding atop a massive, huge, fake cock? (its a pretty darn good prop by the way... the fake cock.)

green christmas

okay, i love cosmetics ads from the 1970's. at first glance, one might think this ad for the classic perfume 'emeraude' was published in a women's magazine, but a closer look would seem to indicate that it was most likely published in a men's magazine, like, 'playboy' or something. and, knowing that, it seems a little sexist, possibly. and that's because of the ad copy... which reads, "...to all those men who have loved Emeraude on their woman, but didn't know it was Emeraude." and, directly above that, there's a cheesy little green 'scratch n' sniff ' label. that should've been my first clue, because women have never needed to have scratch n' sniff devices on their perfume ads in order for perfume to be 'sold' on them. most of the time, all it takes to sell women is like, hazy photography, beautiful skinny models, and the implication of an international romance. so umm, back to THIS ad, apparently, it seems to indicate that men have smelled all sorts of different scents on all the many skanks they've banged in the past... and they find themselves wishing the uptight broad they ultimately married would somehow smell like that freaky chick in college who made their balls hard as bacarat crystal... all those years ago, before they were a henpecked, sexless 'wallet-on-legs.' but darnit, they just weren't paying attention when that 'freak-chick' mentioned the name of her fave cologne. so this ad steps in to help a brother out. like, they can 'scratch n' sniff ' here, experience an 'aha!' moment, like, "...yes! that's it! that's the way Sabrina Johnson's cleavage smelled!" then they can take that magazine page with them into the department store when it comes time to buy a christmas gift for their tired ol' nutcutting wife! i love the psychology of advertising. (click to enlarge)