From the depths of history

Boot Sale Sounds brings us the story behind the "barking dogs" records.

to put on my growing back burner

Today's selection from Pulp of the Day is the December 1938 issue of G-8 and His Battle Aces, titled "The Bloody Wings of the Vampire." I am charmed by this.

I decided to look to see if I could read this online. No luck. I found this site, where I can purchase a copy for $125. I'm afraid that I am not that charmed.

On to the meat. Wikipedia, can you tell us about G-8?

G-8 was an heroic aviator and spy during World War I in pulp fiction. . . .
While not as dramatic a character as Doc Savage or the Shadow, his stories were often outlandish, with many supernatural or science fiction elements. G-8's true identity was never revealed. He had a girlfriend, a nurse who aided his group, and her name was never revealed, either. His English manservant was named Battle. His wing-men were the short Nippy Weston, who flew an aircraft numbered 13, and the tall and muscular but superstitious Bull Martin, whose aircraft was numbered 7. Both of them were Americans. His adventures entailed fighting against the lethal super technology that was constantly created by the Kaiser's mad scientists.

Copies of G-8 magazine can be purchased from The Vintage Library either as a paperback or as a downloadable PDF file. "The Bloody Wings of the Vampire" is not currently on either list.

If this old jalopy don't run outta steam, we're a-gonna make-a that-a go-go scene!

Here is someone having a bad day.



She should click over to Music from the Monster Movies and groove to the swinging beat sounds of folks like this:



Don't get eaten or stepped on or something like that.

Buying the New Yorker 1976 - page 68

Check out the prices at the Greenbrier:



$37 per person! A room there now starts at about ten times that. How time flies. I tried to see if I could find any sign of John S Lanahan, and Google spat out a little mention of him winning the International Foodservice Manufacturers Association's Silver Plate Award in 1979. Good for him!



LaBarge has a bunch of different mirrors, but I can't find any in Queen Anne style. They've branched out into furniture. They make urn pedestals! I don't know why I find that so fascinating.

Cooking with black metal

Black metal music, that is.

From the recipe for "Frostbitten Molasses Cookies Entombed with Ginger" we learn that:

Boiled down to its very essence, metal is nothing more than a mixture of molasses and alienation. By that definition, these cookies are black fucking metal. Packed full of grim and evil spices, they will leave you feeling despondent and isolated within their stronghold of flavor.

The "misanthropic" cupcakes look quite tasty as well.

Bottle Shock

A nice way to start your May

Enjoy a couple of versions of Damien Rice's "The Blower's Daughter" via The Late Greats.