Thursday, October 21, 2010

This stuff writes itself

I am back. I guess I have to start this post in the only way I know how. I never used to think that these letters were true until it happened to me. Let me begin, I am a junior at a small, mid-western college.......


Know what I am getting at? Bob Guccione, founder, editor and publisher of Penthouse magazine (and then tried porn empire) died yesterday at age 79. As I spoke of my youth yesterday, with Barbara Billingsly and Tom Bosley, Guc was part of my adolescence. A very pleasurable part, I might add.


I had done the "Playboy" thing early in junior high. I recall buying their 25th anniversary edition in February 1978. By about this time, or earlier, I noticed that my father had a small stash of Penthouse in our basement bathroom. I can recall ones from 1974 or so and a British version, which he had bought in England. At that point in my life, my desire for more "raunch" made Penthouse a better bet than Playboy. Besides, I grew to enjoy (what a pun) Penthouse Forum and Xaviera Hollander's (The Happy Hooker) monthly article (again, more raunch than anything else). Of course, the King of Raunch, with decent production quality was Hustler.


Larry Flynt did something that neither Bob Guccione or Hugh Hefner did. He made no pretense about art and went straight for the "pink". His stuff was far more explicit and he made no bones about it. He was a peddlar of smut and he was proud.


Guccione's empire came tumbling down and Hefner's was and is in deep trouble. It seems Flynt's style, being open about his intentions, made his porn empire flourish. I know that Hef sees his magazine as one of style with some naked babe photos, but the reality is that it is eye candy. Men are very visual and the more explicit (showing the pink and the split beaver shots) hits that spot better than pretending to be more artistic. Then again, what do I know, a spank mag is a spank mag.


I guess that is all I have to say about that right now. Ciao!

Who's Next?

I am back. Wow, over a month since my last post. I would say that I was busy and not so sure how true that it. In any event, I am back.

They say, and I do not know who the fuck "they" are, that famous deaths come in 3s. Then again, I am wondering how to define "famous", so I may ramble (more than usual) here.

Sad to report, that Barbara Billingsly, June Cleaver, died at the age of 94 earlier this week. She was the quintessential mother of the quintessential family of the 1950s in Leave it to Beaver (yes, that begets her line, which does take on a number of meanings, "Ward, you were awfully rough on the Beaver last night....insert laughs here), a television show of the 1950s. Then Tom Bosley, Howard Cunningham, died at age 83. He was the quintessential father of a "typical" family in the 1950s on Happy Days a television show from the 1970s.

I am looking to where the 3rd death will fall and looking for the pattern. In some ways, the theme may be 1950s families, so Robert Young (Marcus Welby in the 1970s) and Ozzie Nelson (The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet) could be in line except they both have met their maker. I cannot think of another 50s themed show that could lose a parent figure unless Marion Ross (the mother on Happy Days, though she did "die" as the grandmother in That 70s Show, she was Red's mother and Eric Forman's grandmother). She could be on deck.

Of course, it could be that the pattern is family shows and then there is the two decade thing (Leave it to Beaver in the 1950s and Happy Days in the 1970s), so maybe it from shows in the 90s that I must look. Does that mean that John Goodman is next (could have been given his weight but he has dropped a ton of pounds---then again, Stevie Ray Vaughan finally fought his demons and cleaned himself up from the drugs, but that did not stop a helicopter crash from killing him). That would be one ironic death, then. What about Roseanne (whatever her last name is) or Tim Allen? I am just not sure where to look and am not into running a death pool.

Well that is about all for now. Ciao!