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web-based ephemera: ephemeral edition

• A gallery of 80’s era flyers from dance club/performance space Danceteria. Also features an enjoyable introductory sound snippet from “Rudolph”, “the head bimbo at Danceteria”. Danceteria Flyers (via boingboing).

• Ahh, the joy of discovering a new catty celebrity blog. Must be akin to the feeling lindsayism gets when she comes across a particularly awful girly blog. Well, to each his own intoxicant. Witness the new-to-us Conversations With Famous People. Last Sunday was a good day for posts over there, including the two gems excerpted below.

Re: Star “You got your chocolate in my peanut butter” Jones and Al “I prefer chunky style” Reynolds:

As Gal [that’s short for “Gay Al” – ed.] pranced around the hotel room in a silk dressing gown trimmed in ostrich feathers, listening to the strains of Liza Minelli's greatest hits, Starlet took a bath dipping herself in ugly and deep frying her body in a glistening vat of pomposity. Link.

Re: Brit-nay ‘n K-Fed:

Me n' Kev, we's been married five whole munts! Let's see, we gotted married in September, how many is that, y'all? I don't know! I don't have to count, thats what I got Kev for! He's so smart. He can chew Skoal and smoke cigarettes at the same time as putting his pants on. Hands off, y'all. He's mine! Link.

• An interesting story about the neuroscience of marketing, including this frightening but all-too believable statement by 28-year-old Caltech researcher Anette Asp: "We think there are branded brains." Searching for the Why of Buy. (The link is to a free version of the story at yahoo news – originally it came to us from the LA Times by way of adland.)

• A funny site dedicated to abysmally bad or just plain funny query letters received by a couple of Hollywood producers (or wannabe producers, or aspiring comedians, or people with too much time on their hands… we have no idea): Query Letters. A recent winner: I want sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads! (Thanks, Tommy, for the link.)

• We are not sure exactly what happened to eurotrash, except that she seems to be ailing, or has ailed, from a collection of obscure 19th century medical conditions. Our diagnosis? Feminine hysteria and general uppity-ness. We hope she gets better. We agree with her opinion that both Martha Stewart (profit from crime: $60,000) and the young lady who served 16 years for carrying 4 oz. of blow from the Bronx to Albany (profit from crime: $2500) both got screwed by The Man. The Man’s profits from crime over the years? I would break my keyboard if I repeatedly hit “0” that many times.