August 1, 2007
Popeye The Sailor Man
The original Popeyes from 1933-1938 are finally available on DVD. This is the equivalent of having a sixteen-year-old Moroccan virgin tied to your bedposts. Or, a really cool Queen poster on your high school wall. I know which one I want.
P.S. The discriminating reader will reconflect with shame, however, that they have never done anything for me, as I alas have no Tipjar. I give of my soul. Someone give me my Popeyes.
One of the joys of Popeye is listening to the muttering wise-cracks of the sound track. Like many other fine things the early ones are better than the later.
Oh man, it's late! I have to go upstairs and adjust the ropes.
Dan Patterson
Arrogant Infidel
... hey, that ain't true... I gave you a book about circus freaks and a Curious George lunchbox.....
Posted by: Eric at August 2, 2007 8:09 AMgotta read posts fast around here, before they disappear!!
:o)
I yam what I yam. Popeye's mantra...and how God describes himself to Moses from the burning bush.
Great. Now I have something else to covet. These are the Real Thing: the old Fleischer Popeyes, not the crap Paramount put out years later.
Posted by: Elisson at August 2, 2007 8:49 AMI said the discriminating reader, Eric.
Posted by: Velociman at August 2, 2007 9:16 PMHahahaha!
Posted by: zonker at August 3, 2007 7:53 AMThat version was the real deal alright. Will you think less of me if I confess that I had a bit of crush on Bluto in that version of the series. He was just so manly...
Posted by: Libby at August 3, 2007 3:43 PMPlease. Bluto was a Frenchman for sure. Never shaved, always was smoking and he talked big but kept getting his ass kicked. Frenchman for sure.
Posted by: JohnB at August 4, 2007 7:17 AM... yo, bite me.... and speaking of Popeye, he kinda looks a bit like Acidman, God rest his soul.....
Posted by: Eric at August 4, 2007 8:22 AMLOL John. I've always had a fondness for the underdog. Besides, if it wasn't for the spinach, Bluto would have kicked Popeye's butt.
And Eric you're right. Come to think of it, I can see the resemblance with Acidman.
Posted by: Libby at August 4, 2007 10:14 AMThat looks just like the dude I bought my boat from...
I'm popeye the sailor man,
I live in the garbage can,
I'm strong to the finish,
'cause I eats me spinach,
I'm popeye the sailor man... toot tooot!
Speaking of Acidman, he was always good to post some of my musings or a poem here and there. After 7 years of lurking and commenting, I guess I'll go native and start a blog.
I know Rob would've spotted me a starting link, but I guess I'll bogart this little comment space in hopes that the Vman won't mind:
www.primordialslack.blogspot.com
Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at August 4, 2007 11:24 PMPLEASE. Bluto thought a skinny heroin chic looking woman was worth fighting over? Sounds French to me!
Posted by: JohnB at August 5, 2007 7:39 AMLOL John. By that logic, so did Popeye think she was worth fighting over, not to mention he was sleeping with her. Unless Swee'pea was created by immaculate conception.
But what do I know? I thought Wimpy was kind of cute too....
Posted by: Libby at August 5, 2007 8:26 AMBy the way, checked out your blog Joan. Nice work. Welcome to Blogtopia.
Posted by: Libby at August 5, 2007 8:38 AMC'mon Veloc. Where are you? Where is that moving description of English Beat 3.0? Raccoon got your tongue?
Posted by: rankin' rob at August 8, 2007 8:12 PMI did enjoy the movie with R. Williams and SHelly Deval. Shelly Deval realy turns my crank!
Posted by: JohnB at August 9, 2007 5:49 AMYou on strike 'til you get your Popeyes?
Posted by: zonker at August 9, 2007 9:03 AMWeak.
Posted by: Jack Straw at August 10, 2007 12:01 AMDid Velociman die or something?
Posted by: Peggy U at August 11, 2007 1:56 AMNah...he's just holding his blog hostage. He does that every once in awhile.
Posted by: imp at August 11, 2007 9:19 AMHe's probably run off to Miami today. Seems the Jags are playing the Fins tonight.
Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at August 11, 2007 9:24 AMPost, dammit!
Posted by: Cappy at August 12, 2007 5:33 PMV-Man emailed to say he is "daid". Evidently Hades does have internet access, so we should all be prepared to take our laptops.
Posted by: Peggy U at August 12, 2007 11:58 PMHe daid? Woohoo! Another excuse for a blogmeet! Errr...I mean, that's a shame.
Posted by: zonker at August 13, 2007 4:43 PMA viking funeral maybe? There might be danger of a flash over.
Posted by: james old guy at August 13, 2007 9:02 PMDon't make me get out the Photoshop.
Posted by: Elisson at August 13, 2007 9:08 PMMaybe he's trying to bleed his brakes by himself...
Posted by: Jean at August 13, 2007 9:46 PMJean: Does it usually take that long?
Posted by: Peggy U at August 14, 2007 1:41 AMMaybe this video will get V-man's creative juices flowing again. (Not for the squeamish. You have been warned).
Posted by: JohnL at August 14, 2007 12:56 PMPeggy... by himself, it could.
Posted by: Jean at August 14, 2007 8:08 PMYo, where are you? I'm asking you nicely, as your friend who cares: Put up a f**king post! Enough with this non-posting bullcrrrrap.
The stoopid 'sphere sucks without you. And I'm so done with looking at that pic of Popeye.
Posted by: Erica at August 14, 2007 10:03 PMNee, ons moet sy gat nou eers spierwit lek.
Posted by: keeskennis at August 15, 2007 1:55 AMSo does anybody have Popeye's number? Maybe we can get him to post if we send him some spinach.
Posted by: Libby at August 15, 2007 8:48 AMWell "blow me down!" That video WAS gross!
Posted by: Maeve at August 15, 2007 10:18 AMWe'll bring fireworks at the funeral- that'll get him up and running, at least.
Was Popeye a queer? That's what Carmen always says............
Posted by: Don Jr. at August 15, 2007 7:45 PMOkay...so where are you? I know I've seen you in my gmail thingy.
It's time to step away from the Queen poster and get back to reality.
Posted by: Rosie the Goon at August 16, 2007 11:48 PMViking Funeral! Stuff Roman candals up his butt and put him in a Bass boat filled with gas. Then we can all shoot flares at him.
Posted by: JohnB at August 17, 2007 5:41 AM