Happy Birthday Bettie

If you didn't know today is none other than the Girl With the Perfect Figure, Bettie Page's, 85th birthday. She was born in Nashville in 1923 (wow Bettie's one year older than my Gran) and is attributed with saying "I was never the girl next door", and thank Jebus for that.

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The Notorious Miss Page may be well past her sell by date but she's still a cultural, or at least marketing, phenomenon. Just look at all the gear bearing her likeness you can get from eSell. I wonder if she sees any royalty money from companies using her likeness? I doubt it, but that's how it goes I suppose.

I'm know I've flogged this artist before, but if you're a Bettie Page fan or a fan of pin ups in general, and really who isn't, go check out the art of Olivia.

On a decidedly unsexy note, sorry to spoil the mood here, but yesterday afternoon I came to sobering realization that I cannot discuss municipal affairs any more. It just makes me mad, and I don't mean the kind of ranting that fun to do. More like the we're proper fucked ranting and the people who should be steering the boat are busy drilling holes in the bottom of it instead.

Although . . . apparently at a town council meeting last week for a rather unpopular parking by-law (I won't pretend to know all the details, but it had something to so with businesses having to provide minimum parking spaces and those that didn't have would have to a pay a significant fee to the Municipality or something like that) a local businessman made our Mayor cry. I wasn't there I don't know if it's true or not, just the small town rumour mill you know.

But didn't I say I was going to talk about these things any more? Yeah so onto something completely different . . . I wonder if this would be better or worse than watching midgets fight? Probably worse. But I'd probably still watch. Yeah I'm a bad person.

And one last bit - boo yah - last night I said I was going to check my YouTubes for Hulk Hogan's Rock N Wrestling and there it is. Sooooo good . . . . sooooooooo-oh bad.