I do not like her, Sam-I-am.
 
Let it be no secret I loathe Lady GaGa. Sorry, Richard.
 
Thanks, Marc Campbell!

 
What the fuck is this guy talking about? Can anyone tell me?

 
In 1978, when I was in the seventh grade, I was a total fanatic for Steve Martin. Comedy was as important to me at that time as punk rock was and Steve Martin, Fernwood 2Night, National Lampoon, Monty Python’s Flying Circus, The Marx Brothers and (especially) the Firesign Theatre were every bit the equal of the Clash or Sex Pistols in my eyes.

I saw Steve Martin “in concert” on the A Wild and Crazy Guy tour just as his career went supernova. King Tut was in the singles charts (I still have the picture sleeve 45) at the time and his latest album had just gone double platinum. Martin, is of course, still a big star, but in 1978, he was a rock star among comedians, arguable the biggest.

It was the first really big show I’d ever seen, held at the Civic Arena in Pittsburgh, a venue normally reserved for the likes of Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones and Emerson. Lake and Palmer. The place was huge and we sat in the very, very last row of the section furthest back from the stage. I get vertigo easily and it was acute for me sitting there, but no matter, I was about to see one of my heros in person!

When Steve Martin walked out onto the stage that night, frankly he could have been anybody with a white 3-piece suit (his then trademark attire), grey hair, some balloon animals and an arrow through his head. He was so far away that it was impossible for him to have had any rapport with the cheap seats other than to do the standard “How are we doin’ up there?” banter. But like I gave a shit, I was in heaven. Here I was in the same room with Steve Martin!  Well me and 11,000 other people…

The encore, predictably, was King Tut. Performing to a recorded backing track, at one point an electric guitar was lowered from the flies, Martin grabbed it, attacking it furiously, strumming five chords in the space of about two or three seconds and up and and away it went again. I was buzzing about this show for at least the next three days.

Below are some examples of primo 70s Steve Martin appearances and an in-concert clip of King Tut. I noticed that one guy on YouTube has a 7 DVD set of Steve Martin on TV in the 70s. I might have to get that.

 
Even if you’re a soccer layman who knows the name Pele, you’ve likely also heard the name Diego Maradona. The legendary 49-year-old Argentine player and coach, who captained his national team to win the 1986 World Cup is known as much for his off-field controversies (like his 20-year cocaine habit) as for those on-field, including his “Hand of God” goal.

During this week’s World Cup activity, Diego got handed a true moment when a journalist’s question about the current Argentine captain’s cuddly treatment of his excellent players got mistranslated into an intimation about the way El Diego swings.
 

 
How does he manage it ? God, I love this guy !

 
Previously on DM : BRILLIANT YO-YO PRANKSTER K-STRASS

 
“You happy now, bitch?”
 
Thank you Nathaniel Wice of New York City, NY!

 
Examining the (apparently?) inadvertent lavender subtext of Nightmare on Elm Street 2. From the documentary Never Sleep Again: The Elm Street Legacy.

Who knew?
 
Via Popnography. Thank you Rupert Russell!
 

 
Sometimes a picture IS worth a thousand words. This is one of them.

Via the fuck yeah tanaka Tumblr blog

 
Swiss Miss and mayonnaise and marshmallow fluff, that’s what little Americans are made of!  If you spend any time at all in the “middle aisles” of most American supermarkets, you may not be surprised by what the below traveler discovers in a German grocery store:

 
(via Sociological Images)

 
‘Mickey Mouse and the Medicine Man’ is taken from a 1951 Mickey Mouse comic book. The plot goes something like this: Goofy (obviously so-named because he was always hopped up on goofballs) brings over some “Peppo” for Mickey to try. Mickey likes it. I mean he really, really likes it.

Mickey decides to become a brand evangelist (pusher) for the product and guess where they send him? Why, to Africa of course!

Read the whole thing—it’s crazy—at All That’s Interesting.

Thank you Brian Tibbetts!