…for all your advice and assistance and generosity during my recent equipment crisis. Were this 1973, and were I the Hilltop Singers, I’d surely buy you each a Coke.
And in a bottle, too—not one of those little waxpaper cups the machines used to spit out in the early 70s. Which, I never thought that was very sanitary, by the way—squirting syrupy pseudo-Coke right into the cup like that. In fact, even as a very young child I can remember thinking, gosh, what an unsanitary way to serve a soft drink. But then I’d buy a Mad magazine and scour it for illustrated nipples, and in the process forget all about the dirty cola I was drinking.
I’m sorry. What was the question?
With me it was rootbeer Fizzies and National Geographic.
I still subscribe to Mad. How sad is that? Of course, I really never get a chance to read it; mostly I’m just saving them for my son.
A few years back I found all the Mads from when I was a kid on eBay and bought them. Such memories…
How different would the world have been without Mort Drucker?
Or Sergio Aragones, or Don Martin, or Kelly Freas, or….well, everybody. One of my personal favorites was “The Poopside Down Affair.” Anybody remember that?
Speaking of which, I hope you all know that Shelley Winters was a STONE COLD FOX when she was younger. I mean, hide the women and children hot. I mean, doing it under the covers hot.
Mad Magazine was nothing but a first-rate Cracked.
And did the eBay issues have unfolded back pages? The anal-retentive dork in me wants to know.
Most of the ones I bought were in great shape with the back page pristine.
I like Cracked, too, and even have the first issue of Crazy.
Consider this anal-retentive dork to be mightily impressed.
Shit. I forgot the Mad Magazine back page foldovers.
Starting to get a bit misty-eyed here. . .
Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever bought a soda out of a vending machine that didn’t come in a can or a plastic bottle–and I’m pushing 30. Remind me to visit you all in the Retired Comedians’ Home.
On the flipside, I’ve got a stack of my Uncle’s Mad magazines from the sixties, and a bunch of my Dad’s paperback collections, some of which date back to the fifties. And somehow, I never tire of beatnik jokes.
Bongos, heh.
Unsanitary cups HA. I was a wee babe living in Peru at the time of the unsanitary cups. Buying grilled chicken hearts and kidneys and livers of unknown origin on a stick of unknown cleanliness from a guy whose hands were so dirty that I’d probably pass straight out if I saw them now and being kiss-fed by the just-hired-no-idea-of-her-medical-condition maid. That, my friends, is unsanitary. (little cups…pah)
201 Minutes of Space Idiocy. “It’s the box the UN building came in!”
But can I remember my co-workers’ names? Nooooo.
Craig, if you want stone cold fox in her day, how about Angela Lansbury? I’ve got a copy of “The Court Jester” on DVD and she’s positively jaw-dropping. Shelley never really did it for me, but I’m a hetero female so I may be a little picky.
Later,
bbeck
Hey, how about the machine with coffee, cocoa, and chicken soup coming out of the same nozzle? That is just wrong.
Magazine? Electronic Games, baby.
Jeff, I have every Mad Magazine from when I was a kid in the attic. I just knew we had something in common.
There was a machine at our local movie theater that frequently spit out the cola syrup first, the selzer next, and finally the cup, upside down in the goo. Using it was never a sure thing as far as mid-movie thirst quenching went, but it was always entertaining.
In 1968, I was eight years old, and hanging out in the hospital waiting room, waiting for my little sister to be born, and I had a quarter that was just burning the shit out of my pocket.I decided to buy a coke from one of those machines you’re talking about. The fucking cup drops down, upside down, and all the coke hits the bottom of the cup and splatters everywhere. That set a new personal record for being pissed, up to that time.
I never could figure the chicken soup out of the coffee machine either. Can’t imagine anybody buying that shit.
RWS, Why did they keep you in the attic?
So what did you end up buying? You did buy a computer, right? Where are you writing your blog from?
BTW, what is with you people? What about Al Jaffee? For my money the most brilliant Mad contributor. Snappy answers to stupid questions, the back cover fold-in and of course, trash cans with eagle’s claws and human skulls brimming from the top.
Jeff, It’s obvious your recent technical problems haven’t affected your loveable looniness. We’re all dying to know your decision. Repair old machine, purchase a new marchine? What?
To this day I remember a back cover of MAD, probably from around ‘68 or ‘69 that had a picutre of Reagan dreaming of living in the White House. Little did they know. And I was wondering too, did you buy the G% PowerMac?
No, he bought a house for his mother. And spent the rest on PCP.
He is, of course, blogging from a private yacht on the Mediterranean.
Aren’t you?
Say hello to Sullivan for us. Er, nevermind.
Turing: “Believe”
No doubt, b. Angela was hot.
Speaking of which, I hope you all know that Shelley Winters was a STONE COLD FOX when she was younger. I mean, hide the women and children hot. I mean, doing it under the covers hot.
Uh, I disagree.
I think we need to get you a subscription to Perfect 10 magazine.
gail, I don’t like to talk about it.
I mean, she’s got a face like a cinderblock.
Shelly Winters, that is.
I think I see an adam’s apple, too.
As I remember the era, the only hot actresses were Ali MacGraw and Andy Warhol.
Mad: “Batsman and Rubin”
Jeff, It’s obvious your recent technical problems haven’t affected your loveable looniness. We’re all dying to know your decision. Repair old machine, purchase a new marchine? What?
Thanks, erp. Well, here’s the skinny: I repaired the laptop by getting a new hard drive with an updated BIOS, a new keyboard, and a new DVD drive, but I also upgraded by capabilities by purchasing a desktop system, a PowerMac G5, so that I can work on video. Could add a whole new dimension to the site.
Speaking of which, if anyone reading this uses Final Cut Pro, let me know.
Dave Berg. Did anybody mention Dave Berg? And Jack Davis!
“Star Bleccch”! Har! With Don Martin as the special guest alien!
“I can’t believe my ears!” “That makes two of us. I can’t believe your ears either.”
“It’s not as good as Whip-’n’-Chill, but it does have a very nice flavor.”
And of course, sight gags galore, and still more jokes I could remember if it hadn’t been thirty years since I last saw the blasted thing.
Aaaaaarg. Jeff has posted com-flipping-puter infor-plonking-mation on a LIVE THREAD and now the computer savvy are going to haul out their computer information in a stark-raving-(howling-at-the-moon-IT-geek)-MAD information contest to determine who has the biggest computer pee-pee. Followed by the “tell Jeff why he did the right thing or wrong thing” festival of oral flatulence. Gnashing of teeth. Sackcloth. Ashes. Beating of breast. Tearing of clothes. Have we offended The Dear Wisdomer. Why hath he thmited uth?
Jay-zus, Jeff. You can’t bury this kind of information deep enough. Talk about freaks off a leash. Lie, man. Lie. Tell us you’re in the Med with your lovely wife and child. You bought a cannon. Whatever.
Someone go on and tell Mr. Helpful so our joy can be complete. Go on.
excellent choice if you ask me.
Hey Bill, what, did you look for the worst possible picture you could find? Besides, I was talking about when she was in her twenties. She has to be at least in her late thirties there.
There’s a film noir from the late forties where she plays the gun moll, of course, and I can’t remember the name of it, but Bogie was in it, and it was set in the Southwest. Check that shit out, my friend. And don’t ever criticize my taste in women again. Obviously, your taste is in your mouth.
Well, I didn’t read Mad, but then I had my own nipples to gaze at if need be, and my mother always had Coke in the door of the fridge.
I always thought the whole water fountain thing a little hard to handle. The slobbering mouths….shuddering….
I picked up the Mad archives on CDROM a few years back….Mad certainly understood how to provide value in a magazine—different things in the features, filler, the back fold-ins, margin notes and cartoons, etc. Sort of like some blogs, come to think of it.
shelley winters and humphrey bogart never worked together according to imdb and allmovie searches.
Ok, I tracked it down. It was called “I Died a Thousand Deaths,” and it was Jack Palance, not Bogie. My mistake. I can’t find any contemporaneous pics, though.
I picked up the Mad archives on CDROM a few years back.
WHERE!? HOW!? FROM WHOM!?