Last Call: Movieland Wax Museum
Now I Know Why They're Called Go-Go Boots
The Sands Hotel First Annual Domino Tournament
Where Did The National Enquirer Go In 1978?
Sure, I've been mocking the 1979 National Enquirer bits
, but have I ever really considered just how far the National Enquirer
has gone? No, I don't mean the depths of hell, the limits of decency -- I mean on the map
All for me!
Oh, the quality reporting! Logging 1,183,338 miles, they went to London to cover the world's first test tube baby and even went to Guyana twice in '78 to cover the Jamestown suicides.
And don't you go thinking they just sent 'reporters' to Alaska to gather information about "secret Soviet psychic research" -- they went to Moscow too.
Labels: 1970s, ephemera, history, National Enquirer, news, tourism, vintage magazines
Your Seat Is Not A Flotation Device
"The Practical Self May Try To Hold You Back"
That's what it says inside this retro brochure for the Movieland Wax Museum
. "But," it continues, "let yourself go and time and time again, on every set at Movieland, you'll re-live the most dramatic moments of the screen."
It also says you might find yourself walking among the living stars, as they "regularly visit" the museum. Those who do so, are awarded their own special director's chair (with their own name!) upon their first visit.
I didn't scan the whole thing; but enjoy the pages I did. Or not. It might be creepy even in digital pixels.
Also from my travel and tourism collection
; see something you like there, let me know, and maybe I'll scan &/or provide additional details.
Labels: celebs, creepy, ephemera, kitsch, retro, tourism, vintage advertising, weird
Kitschy Kitschy Coo Flashback
Kitsch Is, After All, About Bad Taste... So Urine For A Treat
The Dutch has Heineken, St. Pauli's got its girl, but Brussels has their Manneken Boy
-- and travelers apparently like to bring him home and make him dispense drinks
While we still don't want to grab any coins out of it, the fountain makes more sense than the idea of recycled booze -- but, hey, Brussels doesn't sell itself like Vegas. So what happens in Brussels, comes back from Brussels.
All of this makes us wonder about the souvenir trinkets from Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Labels: alcohol, architecture, souvenir, tourism, Urine For A Treat, weird