Chores, Chores, Chores

A little Goths job is never done.  Bob's painting his wagon, blood red of course...

Boots...

I know somebody out there is in absolutely desperate need of cowboy boots with rattlesnake heads on them. 

Little goth Bob is terribly upset... they don't come in boots size

Well drat...

Suddenly the new phone won't work right. And I can't get to  blogger dashboard to check our monitor comments.  We'll have to see if I can get it going... but that will take tome to actually deal with it, and I ain't got it.  Right now this post is to see if the blogger AP will post

Busy Busy Busy

At the flea we''re gearing up for next weekend. 

They're gonna be hosting a big ole swap meet, cars, trucks, motorcycles, parts and more, so anything we have even remotely vehicle related is going in, and everybody's trying typ get their booths arranged.  Fortunately, this week, the heat has given us a break, stayed in the low 90's (I need a sweater)

Little Goth Bob gets literary

Woke up this morning to find somebody writing their memoirs.  He won't let me read any of it, so I have no idea what's in there.  Hope I don't have to get a lawyer.

Inside Detective

I mentioned in the previous post that I had acquired these vintage WWII era magazines at the flea market, and I have to say, I think I've found a new addiction.

First, that drama queen on the cover is worth the 50 cents I paid all by herself.  No era in  American history beats the war era for artistic eyebrow plucking.

Then,  of course, there's the stories themselves... crimes spelled out in the most dramatic language possible...

First up "The Third Degree"  a regular column.   In this issue, the author identified only as 'the old sleuth' puts fourth a case for the public flogging of wife beaters and con men who prey upon the elderly, infirm, or our fine young service men.  He then rips into the landlords who price gouge our young soldiers by charging $9 a week for lodgings.

Next, we have a story called "Robin Hood of the Golden West" by C V Tench.  This is about Bill Miner, a California prospector turned train robber.  I already knew about him, and despite this story, he wasn't no Robin Hood.

Then, "The Poison Plot of the Paris War Baby" (LOVE that title) by Anthony Durand.  The case of Violette Nozierez, who poisoned her parents in 1933 so she could go dancing every night.

Then our cover story... "The Queen of Spades Screamed Murder" (and if that isn't the title of a film noir it most certainly should be) the story of a robbery gone bad, and a card reading psychic who supposedly helped find the killers.

Now this next story got me terribly upset.  "615 Years for the Dawn Burglar" 

Evidently, right here in the Dallas/ Fort Worth area, in 1937, there was a cat burglar named Robert Caradine who snuck into houses and robbed people while they slept.  He committed well over 100 crimes, was four feet five inches tall, had a soze 4 shoe, and was described as being so skinny he could hide in his own shadow.

Now, people in this area will go on and on about Bonnie and Clyde, and Lee Harvey Oswald, but no one has ever mentioned, not even once, the jockey sized cat burglar.   I am appalled.  Where is our sense of history?

The only other story I've read so far is "Calling Berlin"  the rather tattoo ish art work I posted a picture of.  You may not be able to see the tiny skulls on Hitler's pupils, but trust me, they're there.  It's  about the FBI, under the leadership of that heroic J Edgar Hoover, catching a spy ring in Long Island.

I'm probably enjoying this far too much.

At the flea market,.,

Just some random photos from around... the WWII magazines aren't actually at the market at the moment... I got them there  earlier and I'm having fast too much fun reading them at the moment.   The metal handmade chest is great, another dealer has it for About 75 bucks, the saddles are in the 400 to 500 range, and Tyne boots are in the 10 to 30. 

And that's what I photographed today...

Self reliance in. Los Angeles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQXIwRTDqgE&feature=youtube_gdata_player

This 20 minute video shows a couple who are being self sufficient on a small urban lot.  Interesting...

Garden spider...

Today I found this rather elegant lady under one of the crepe myrtles ... the common black and yellow garden spider. 

And since it was rather early in the season, I looked around a little and found her male admirer.

Add a general rule, i like spiders well enough, anything that Eats bugs 

Is fine in my book.  But these, from my childhood, have always been one of my faves.  She's got some growing to do yet.   

H.ere's a link to the Wikipedia page.    http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argiope_aurantia

testing

 Well, haven't been around as much.  Like i mentioned in a previous post, the flea market born closed and reopened somewhere else.  The sales are good, but it is an  open air booth.  Nothing like sitting under a metal carport in a gravel parking lot in the first 2 weeks of August (traditionally the hottest 2 weeks of the the year) to test your mettle.

Between moving 'fine items of decorative interest' (aka junk) sitting around and sweating, and trying to do everything else, I really did not have time for my phone to give up the ghost, but there we are.

So, new android, and this one at least let's me use the blogger AP.  The other one I had to use bloggeroid, which was a good AP,  but limited in how large my posts could be, which is why there were alot of little paragraphs posted over the last year or so.

The only thing about mobile blogging is the damn word correct, which keeps replacing my perfect (cough,  cough) clear text with the strangest possible vocabulary.  Honesty, words I've never used in my life will show up out of nowhere...