What you see above is my recent purchase from eBay. For over a decade, I've had a couple of framed Schlitz magazine ads from 1951, but I finally got around to getting a beer sign for downstairs.
The ad on the left is a locker room scene that depicts a victorious golfer pouring "The Beer That Made Milwaukee Famous" since he's the "Club Champion" of 1951.
Here's the text of the ad: "Best round I've had all day!" [at the top of the copy] There's no more rewarding beer than Schlitz, and that's not merely a professional opinion. It's the verdict of the people we make Schlitz for--people, like you, who buy the beer that tastes best to them. More people like Schlitz than any other beer. So it's not surprising that today Schlitz is... The Largest-selling Beer in America
The one to the right is hilarious. A little cub stole a six pack of Schlitz from a fellow on picnic with his significant other. She's behind a tree in the background with a "Oh my gosh" look on her face.
Here's the copy of the ad: "You may be cute, but I'm thirsty!" [at the top of the text box] If the cub should happen to open one of those cans, he would know why that two-legged creature is growling about losing his package of Schlitz! Once you've enjoyed the special taste of Schlitz--the taste no other beer can match--you'll know why no beer lover likes to lose a single swallow of the Schlitz he has set his heart on. So many people feel this way about Schlitz that it's... The Largest-selling Beer in America
As I recounted in a February post, we renovated our half-bathroom. Recently we renovated our full bathroom on the main floor of the house.
Below is home improvement porn.
This is the view from the doorway.
This is the view from near the tub/shower. Three of the walls are yellow, and the accent wall is a hue of blue called "bayside."
This is the close-up view of the flooring, Allure "Limed Oak."
I've noticed a difference in the water bill since we put in the new toilet in our half-bath. Now that we have the same kind of toilet in the main bath, I'm looking forward to an even cheaper bill. The tanks of those old toilets are so large that you could have stored a couple of beers in them. [I stole that image from an old Simpsons episode where Homer kept extra beer in the toilet tanks.]
The box the new vanity and sink came in was a huge box, which my five-year old son quickly decided to use in his room. Strangely enough, he wanted to sleep in the box a couple of nights, and we let him. Here's a picture of him asleep in his box, his cardboard cave.
Speaking of my son, as we drove through rainy St. Louis on Friday night, if there was ever any doubt about his loyalties in major league baseball, there is none now. It's clear he's a Cubs fan like his father. As we drove by the new Busch Stadium, he enjoyed booing the stadium because the Cardinals play there. Not exactly good sportsmanship, but I found it humorous. It was a highlight of the drive there for my daughter's dance competition out in Chesterfield.
This past week I've had a Johnny Cash CD in my car, and my daughter has become obsessed with the song "A Boy Named Sue." In one day when I was carting her around to school and practice, we probably listened to it about ten times. Often over and over and over. I know how she feels because that was one of my favorite songs growing up, and it was one my dad introduced me to.
As I was listening to Here We Rest yesterday, I had a realization. I don't know if anyone else has made this comment before, but my favorite song on that album, "Stopping By," is the yang to the yin of Cash's "A Boy Named Sue."
I discovered a snack at the grocery store today: dill pickle flavored sunflower seeds.
I have a hankering for buttermilk.
Here's my on-deck reading shelf.
What you see above is our half-bath off of our bedroom. Over the past couple of weekends, Mrs. Nasty and I renovated it. We have a pretty good process. She reads the directions, and we both do stuff with me doing a fair bit of the grunt work, which is perfectly fine. If something goes wrong, guess who didn't follow directions?
As usual with home improvement, ripping out the old crud is fun. We took out the old sink and vanity and got rid of inefficient toilet. The first part of the process was laying the flooring, which was really quite easy. We used Allure flooring that looks like wood. We had a whole box of it left over from when we had a guy lay it in our kitchen and dining room. The main tool you need is a good utility knife. And patience. We put in a new toilet. Mrs. Nasty painted the walls a chocolate brown, which I like referring to as "sexual chocolate" if you get that reference from Coming to America. Then it came time install trim and quarter round, which was a new experience for us. I got to use a miter saw, and Mrs. Nasty is particularly good at using a coping saw for corners. We bought the sink and vanity at Home Depot for a good deal back in mid-January, so we had that already. Mrs. Nasty installed the faucet, and we got that ready this past weekend. We had originally thought we could connect the supply lines and p-valve below the sink, but after lining everything up to where the pipes and supply lines should connect, we obviously needed longer supply lines since the new vanity is taller than the old one. In addition, I looked at the plumbing parts we purchased. We looked at what was below the sink. Then we thought, "Why don't we just pay a professional to do that?" So today the plumber came and hooked it all up correctly. Victory. Now it's on to new flooring, trim, and a new vanity and sink in the main bath.
Last week I reread the graphic novel Watchmen, a damn fine work that really exemplifies the nuclear paranoia during the Cold War. I'm pretty sure I read it back when it came out. And it's just a good story -- with superheroes. A few years back, I overheard some folks talking about the movie made from the novel, and they were dogging on the film. Now that I've read the book again and having recently watched the film, I thought the movie adaptation was quite good. Whenever something moves to film, there are aspects of the original that will get cut, but the film is pretty true to the book.
Delving back into a graphic novel from the 80s got my mind wandering though...
I wonder what Donna Rice is up to?
It sure isn't "monkey business."
And what about Fawn Hall?
One of my favorite new stories of that era is the fact she shredded documents and took them out of North's office in her dress. Those acts seem like appropriate images for the Reagan administration.
Can you tell I was an adolescent male in the 80s and I followed political affairs?
