This is the Barbie I always wanted to be when I was a kid. Anyway, here is the not-s0-CBGB’s version of Deborah Harryby Mattel. Blondie Barbie retails for $55.79 and joins Joan Jett (!) and Cyndi Lauper (!!) for Mattel’s“Dolls of the 80’s” line, due out in December of 2009.
According to this NSFW infomercial for theShe’s Mine! Bra, God’s hand has something to do with the way this bra increases the size of your boobie friends. And although it’s in Chinese, the makers of She’s Mine! also seem to indicate that the bra will actually make your boobs, ahem, grow.
Now, I’m not a religious type but if God is in fact responsible for this “miracle bra”, I’d like to thank him for doing something right for once.
Yoders 100% US Smoke Flavored Bacon. $79.98. For K.
With a shelf life in excess of 10 years, this bacon makes a perfect addition to your food storage program and it is great for every day use. Especially useful during Zombie infestation when food isn’t available.
The Gillettes, Family Business. Starring Lita Ford as, uh…Lita Ford.
The 12 part comic, details the bloody, Zombie fighting exploits of The Gillettes. Otherwise known as Lita Ford, her husband Jim Gillette and her two sons, Rocco and James. Issue #1 of the mag is due out in November.
The comic was written and inked by 14 year-old artistJake Tinsley. Tinsley’s published his first comic at the ripe old age of 12.
American Artifact: The Rise of American Rock Poster Art movie trailer. Yes please.
American Artifact: The Rise of American Rock Poster Art, a documentary that chronicles the history and present state of gig poster art, has been screening all around the country since the summer. If you’re in San Fransisco, you can catch it at The Roxie Cinema through the 28th. The film is set for wider release sometime in early 2010.
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If boozing was an olympic event, we would be on a box of Wheaties. If this all sounds familiar to you (and your mother), welcome home.