The Mets never catch a break.

“New York Mets second baseman Robinson Cano tested positive for a performance-enhancing drug and will be suspended for the entire 2021 season.”

Helluva good ballplayer. For one five-year period he never finished lower than 6th in the MVP balloting. 571 lifetime doubles. Lifetime batting average over .300.

But he is 38 years old. This may end his career, and will certainly bring a screeching halt to his drive for the HoF.

This is unbelievable to me for many reasons.

Who even thought that Larry the Cable Guy could name a college, let alone root for one?

And even more significantly, who could have guessed that Larry the Cable Guy had teeth?

Joking aside, the distinguished Lawrence the Cable Gentleman (I think his real name is Dan) attended the University of Nebraska at Lincoln. I’m going to take a wild guess that he did not major in quantum physics or classical languages.

Filmed in 2017. Not released.
Scheduled to come out in 2019. Not released.
Finally about to emerge. I think it’s now available on iTunes.

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More in full 1080hd, original framing:


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One without the amber light and/or filter, just to show the actual skin tones:


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A short .mp4 on Zippyshare. (Download or stream)

The full scene in a 1080hd .mkv on Zippyshare (Download or stream)

It is the 25th anniversary of Uncle Scoopy’s Fun House!

(Well, it might be today. It was in November of 1995. So let’s say today, since I happened to think of it.)

That’s a long time. It started in Bill Clinton’s first term. That’s a lot of editions – somewhere around 9000. I’m not sure how many editions there were in 1995 and 1996, because I couldn’t write it every day back then. I was traveling internationally in those 14.4 modem days, and there were plenty of places with no internet connections, or connections so slow they were useless. I tried, but I just couldn’t write my crappy little “e-zine” in relatively remote and primitive places like Nicaragua, Zimbabwe, Papua New Guinea and Indiana.

Sorry, Hoosiers. I’m just fuckin’ witcha.

But we have published an edition every day, seven days a week, for the last 23 of those 25 tours around the sun. I say “we” because three other people besides me have published the daily fun house, although I have contributed in some way every day. On the days when I didn’t assemble the page, I contributed a column, or links, or movie reviews and/or collages.

For trivia buffs, the other three guys who assembled and wrote the front page:

  • Tuna, now deceased, a computer professional from the San Francisco area, who only wrote about 15 pages at the very end of 1999, but contributed his comments and collages to thousands of pages. (He created about 100,000 collages.) In addition to  celebrity imaging, and running a hosting service, he was a brilliant photographer.
  • The Realist, an infrequent contributor, but an avid fan and a neighbor of mine in Austin, who left Texas to become an Ivy League assistant professor in the frozen north. He wrote the page for about a month when I was traveling with my two youngest kids. I don’t hear from him any more. It has been fifteen or twenty years since our young genius left for the north, so I suppose he is probably a full professor by now.
  • Scoopy Jr., my oldest son, another Austinite, who wrote the daily page for about three years (close to 1000 pages) while I concentrated exclusively on movie collages and reviews.

As for this page, Other Crap, it’s a real Johnny-come-lately by my standards. It has only been around for 17 1/2 years!